Narry - Niall And Harry

Harry sat on the couch and he looked over at Niall, who was sitting in the armchair. They looked at a old movie and the truth was that Harry had no interest in the plot. He had however an interest in Niall. In the recent days they had spent time together and it had gotten Harry to realize how much he really liked Niall. There had been some wonderful days and actually was Harry happier this day against what he had been before. Niall was so easy to be with, to laugh with and talk to. In Nialls world arranged everything for the best, and everything ended happily. Niall was so carefree and unlike Harry, Niall seemed to lack the ability to ponder over the things that had happened or things that can happen. Harry bit his lip and he looked down at Nialls body, secretly. Niall was perhaps not such a guy who was tall or big in any way, but he had that little bit extra. Harry knew what was under the clothes, because he had so often seen Niall naked. Niall had was wonderful skin and he had such a body as a guy just wanted to hug. He was soft, gentle, and he seemed almost to be like a virgin, but Harry knew that Niall had sexual experiences. Niall had perhaps not openly boasted about the girls he had been with, but Harry guessed they were more in number against what Harry knew about.
 
"You're staring?"
Harry awoke from his thoughts and he realized that he had been sitting and really gazed dreamily at Niall.
"Oh sorry!"
Niall laughed quietly and he seemed almost amused.
"When you think, in that way, it's something serious. You wanna tell me?"
Harry blushed. He couldn't just say straight out that Niall attracted, that Harry wanted to kiss his skin and lick his nipples? That was unseemly for the moment.
"I just thought..." he become silent and he forced his eyes to slide toward the television again, but Niall seemed to sense that something was going on inside Harry.
"Come on!" he said rather cheerfully. "You can tell me everything, and you have never had secrets from me?"
Harry was thinking about a good lie.
"I was just thinking." he said firmly. "That's all."
Niall was quiet. Harry sensed that he wanted to know more, but even Niall know that he couldn't force Harry. That was how it was. Harry never said things that he really didn't wanted to say and Niall knew about that part.
"Like the movie, then?"
Nialls question came like an echo through the room. Harry looked at him again, but he tried not to give Niall that look as could tell him what Harry felt.
"Do you?"
Niall laughed again. He leaned back and he took up his feet on the table. He watched Harry with an amused look.
"You haven't even seen it?"
Harry blushed again. Fuck the cheeks as didn't want to lie.
"Well I saw?"
Niall wasn't in the usual mood. Harry saw at him that he was mischievous.
"What happened then?"
Harry swallowed.
"The usual?"
Niall giggled.
"The girl, what dod she worked in the film?"
Harry tried to remember the few moments that he really had struggled to keep up with the action, but he had missed her work.
"Is that important to remember?"
Niall began to laugh. Harry felt small. He looked down at the table and he was trying to remember something from the film, which could imply that he had looked.
"He was a plumber."
Niall giggled and he tried to calm down.
"Okay, now it's you who talk about what it was you were thinking about, during the hole movie."
Harry didn't want to. He still looked down at the table and this time he was ashamed. He didn't want to ruin the relationship they had. They were good friends and nothing more.
"A guy that I'm interested in."
Okay, Niall believed in him. He paused and smiled awry.
"Anyone I know?"
Harry chose to nod. That wasn't a lie. Niall knew about himself, and he knew who he, himself, was.
"Tell me?" Niall continued. Harry chose to shake his head, and he frowned.
"He doesn't know about it and I'm not going to tell him. It would be wrong."
Niall was curious. He shut off the TV with the TV box and he looked straight at Harry.
"It's not wrong to tell another person what you feel? He can only say yes or no?"
Harry agreed, but he didn't dared to say exactly what he felt for Niall.
"But he isn't gay."
"How do you know?"
Harry gulped and he looked at Niall again.
"He isn't gay. That's all. He likes girls!"
A silence ensued. Niall looked at Harry and Harry looked at Niall. It felt as if Niall was reading Harry, as if he were an open book, but not even Niall had that talent. Harry was sure that the Irishman didn't suspect anything.
"You ought to dare." Niall said finally. "I mean, what can happen? He might say yes?"
Harry wished he was as free as Niall in the mind and in the soul. Niall didn't understand that there were obstacles in being gay. Harry had early learned that he couldn't just flirt with other guys, because it wasn't always appreciated.
"I don't dare."
Niall smiled. He took his feet down on the floor, he stood up and he moved so that he was sitting next to Harry on the couch.
"Test me then?" he got up. "Play as if I'm that guy and say what you want to say to him. Do you practice you will dare."
Harry swallowed. Damn, testing on Niall? It was Niall who was the guy?
"Are you serious?"
Niall nodded and he smiled a little bit.
"So, come on!" he said kindly. "Tell me what you want to tell him."
Harry hesitated. At the same time, maybe he could get out from himself everything that he now felt.
"I ... I ..." Harry frowned. "I don't know where to start."
Niall understood.
"When did you realize you were in love with him? Start there."
Harry smiled. He looked into Nialls blue eyes and actually it felt a little more okay for the moment.
"I fell in love with you about a year ago. We started to hang out more and I realized that I had more for you than I should."
Niall lit up.
"Good, Harry!" He was as if he didn't understand. "More, I want to hear more."
Harry gulped and he realized that this was an opportunity to tell the truth, without telling that it was about Niall.
"I just love your way of being, your carefree way to be around me. When I'm with you I can be myself and all the problems are all forgotten."
Niall sat quietly, and he listened. Harry smiled a little bit and he felt his stomach tingled.
"I'm so in love with you, because you're the only guy in this world that makes me feel good, inside me. I become a different person when I'm with you and you get my life contain something."
Harry wasn't aware that he raised his hand and he stroked tenderly Nialls cheek. Those blue eyes combined with that beautiful face got time to stand still.
"You are like a summer breeze." Harry continued in a whisper, hoarse and dreamy. "I even love your fragrance and your wonderful body. You are so beautiful to look at and I have so many times just wanted to hug you, because you make me feel all this, in the same time."
Harry let his hand caress Nialls cheek, down over Nialls jaw line and he let his fingers stay under Nialls chin.
"Your voice, your wonderful voice." Harry looked down at Nialls lips. "It's like taken from an angel, and I can't get enough of your voice."
Harry leaned forward and he gave the lips a light kiss. Such a kiss as you gave your love the very first time. Harry wasn't aware of what he did, he did what felt right. He kissed Nialls upper lip and then his lower lip. Then he kissed the whole mouth. Harry closed his eyes, and he felt the kiss was answered. It was as if time really stood still, or perhaps it was just a wonderful dream?
 
 
Harry took his arms around Nialls body and forced him up in Harrys own lap, straddling, with one leg on either side of Harry's thigh. Niall took his arms around Harry's neck and their kiss continued. They tested the way forward and eventually felt Harry how Nialls tongue searched in between the lips. He took it in and he answered the kiss. He groaned and he put Niall up in the lap, so that he was sitting right over Harry's boner. Harry was horny, he was so hungry, but at the same time said his mind that he would take it easy. He was surprised when he felt that although Niall was also hard down there. He brought the hip back and forth and Nialls own cock was moving against Harry's stomach. They were so close together and it was as if this was the only right way. Harry pulled up Nialls sweater. He put his hands over the Irishmans back and he felt how Niall hitched the body. He moaned quietly, and he showed no signs of wanting something else. In the end Harry took off his shirt. Directly he saw that Nialls face had changed color and he had a flushed skin. Harry liked it. He let his hands caressed Nialls skin, his back, his stomach and his chest. Niall closed his eyes and he seemed to like it. Harry leaned foreward to his lips reached Nialls one nipple. He licked it, he sucked on it, and he bit teasingly. Niall groaned and he took his hands around Harry's head. He brought the hip harder back and forth, causing Harry to start moaning. He let the kiss wander up and once again met their lips. Niall was so soft, so gentle and he was more than Harry had ever fantasized about.
 
Niall got off Harrys shirt. He threw it away over the floor and they both realized that limit was reached. There was no way back, because no one wanted to stop. Harry felt Niall kissed his neck, his shoulders and his bare skin. Niall really knew how to kiss a bare skin. It was nice, it tickled and it was exciting. It was Niall who snapped up Harry's pants, then he sat up on his knees and Harry had to help. Niall even pulled off Harry's boxers, so that he now was sitting naked on the couch. There were no limits, there were no obstacles and Niall had time to smile before their lips met again. Harry tore Nialls last clothes and then he sat down naked in Harry's lap. Their dicks stood against each other and Niall pressed himself against Harry. They were excited and they wanted more. Harry didn't hesitate. He wanted to do everything with Niall.
 
Harry took his hands under Nialls butt and he stood up. Niall was quick and he took his arms and legs around Harry's body. Their kiss was too perfect to destroy, so Harry had to try to take them to the bedroom with guesses. They bumped into lamps, walls and a door, but in the end they arrived to the bed and Harry put down the Irishman against the blanket. Quickly lay Harry himself down on top and he continued as if the end would never come. There was no beginning and there was no end. Niall spread his legs and he showed that he wanted to move on. Harry chose to hesitate and he ended the kiss.
"Are you ready for..."
Niall caught up Harry's face with both hands and he nodded firmly.
"I feel the same for you as you feel about me. Make me happy and fuck me now. I've been waiting for this for so long."
 
Lube over Harrys cock and then he massaged Nialls holes. Niall was like a madman and he seemed not to know how he should lie down. He groaning high and when a finger penetrated, uterine Niall high.
"Damn, Harold, just fuck me now."
Harry smiled. He sat up between the Irishman's legs and he took his dick towards the hole. Slowly he penetrate with the glans. Slowly he filled out. He grabbed Nialls hips and he pushed himself all the way in. Niall grabbed the sheet and he stretched out the entire body. He bit his lip and he moaned loudly. Harry felt how tight Niall was, how hot he was and how welcoming it felt. He closed his eyes and he bent down over the Irishman. An elbow on each side of Nialls head and then he slowly began to bring the hip back and forth. Niall took his arms tightly around Harry's body and he gasped. His legs were straight up in the air, and he seemed to like it. Their lips met again, and this time was both equally desperate. Slowly increased Harry the speed and the sound from the two bodies as were fucked echoed in the room. They was groaning, they stroked each other and they were so close to each other.
 
Harry couldn't stop. He fucked Niall harder, faster and more intensely. It was so nice and the whole Harry's body wanted more of the Irishman. It was as if he went to heaven and he didn't want to return. Niall seemed to feel the same thing and he was in every movement. It was as if they both ended up in a different world. Here there were no fans who had preconceived ideas. They didn't care about One Direction and in this bed was only two ordinary guys, who loved each other.
 
"You're so tight!"
Harry panted against Nialls lips. The Irishman moaned and he seemed to sense.
"You're my first."
Harry opened his eyes and he looked into his blue eyes.
"First?"
Niall nodded with satisfaction, and he had to smile.
"Yeah, the first guy."
Harry smiled back. It felt like an honor, to be the first guy who was with Niall. They groaned and looked at each other to be sure that this really happened. Harry spanned the entire body and he felt he slowly reached the end. It was as if his mind wanted to end it all, but his body would continue indefinitely.
"Damn, Harry!" exclaimed Niall right as it was, and he closed his eyes. Harry got the answer to why. He felt Nialls cock began to shake and right at it was it sprayed out cum between them. Niall came, he didn't needed to touch the cock, he just came. Niall shook and he bit his lip. He pressed up against Harry and he was near fainting, or at least it looked like that. Harry grunted higher. He pressed harder in his cock and he felt himself was close to the same results. Niall groaned and he opened his eyes again. This time, Harry saw it, Niall looked at him with love, with tenderness. It was as if Harry finally realized, Niall loved him, Niall really loved him.
 
Afterwards was Harry left on top over Niall. They hugged each other and they were tired. Nialls cum caused them to be almost glued together, but Harry didn't mind. This day had everything happened as Harry had dreamed about. They had realized that they were a couple and none of them could describe the happiness they felt. This was just the beginning.
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