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msmkcreates · 3 years

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A Second Chance at a First Impression Ch. 9: The One With the Croissant

Boss may be taking care of Stretch, but he still has therapy of his own to attend, and therapy always digs up the root of the problem.

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I know it's been a while, but I've had so much going on these last few weeks, some very good (like a promotion) and some very bad,, including dealing with a death of a family member recently so all of my works have been inching along slowly in my documents.

I hope everyone is having a Happy New Year

Warnings: therapy, imposter syndrome, anxiety, working out Boss' issues, discussion of consent and power imbalances

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The clinic was always empty this time of day, the sun sinking down beneath the surrounding buildings, but Boss quite prefers it when there's less people cluttering the lobby and the waiting room.

His therapist was an aging man named John, with kind eyes and a weathered wedding ring polished by worrying fingers over the years. His office was decorated simply with a handful of pictures of his wife and nephews. No children, he had told Boss once, though the why had never quite come to him. In Boss' opinion it was really none of his business, but he did wonder what could stop someone with so much kindness from passing it on.

"How are things with your new job?" John asked, looking over his glasses at him. "I know you've been struggling with your inability to join the workforce, has this helped the negative thoughts go away?"

"It helps to have another income," Boss agreed, his hands folded neatly in his lap. "And it helps that it's family, and so close to home. It isn't what I expected, though."

John hummed, leaning back in his own chair. "How so?"

"Well, to be frank, I expected it to be a nightmare," he chuckled. "Stretch and I get along like baking soda and vinegar on the best of days. Or at least, we used to...it seems like we get along better than he and his own brother now. He's kind, and thoughtful, a little naive but also startlingly wise at times."

"A good change, then?"

Boss hummed, looking down at his hands. "...I'm not sure. It's nice that he usually does what I ask, and it's nice that we don't fight all the time. But I worry that maybe...he still feels the same, deep down."

"As if maybe, he is keeping it to himself out of a sense of duty and gratitude?" John asked. "You worry that he is only this way because you're caring for him."

"...right on the money, as always," he chuckled.

It was something they'd discussed before, the fear that any kindness shown to him was out of a sense of duty, fear, or propriety. When he'd begun his sessions with John, he'd resisted the idea that he treated Red badly, only to find that was exactly what he had done and Red had only gone along with every horrid word because Boss provided protection, safety, and home. With Red's HP he had always just taken it on the chin for the sake of surviving, something they have been parsing out in small quantities and group sessions over the years, limited by Red's stubborn insistence that Boss has nothing to apologize for.

The fear was there, that Stretch was only pretending to like him because of the inherent power Boss holds being his caregiver. He worries that fear rules their relationship, that Stretch is only being kind because Boss is helping him.

"Is it wrong of me to assume that you might hold feelings for Stretch?"

Boss felt his face flush as he looked up swiftly, bristling slightly in embarrassment. "I, well, that is...I don't know what you mean."

"Correct me if I'm wrong,but every time we talk about Stretch recently, it's all very positive. Your posture changes, and you smile more. Before the accident, any time we spoke of him it was as if you'd eaten something sour, but now it's like I've just offered you your favorite candy." John leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling knowingly. "Is it fear of your power in the relationship that keeps you from recognizing these feelings?"

Boss hummed, looking out the minnow over the nearby park. Stretch sat there, on a bench where he had left him to wait, and he got up to walk over to the window and pulled the sheer curtain aside to look at him more properly.

He'd bought him a croissant, in the hopes he'd eat it, but looked like the soft-hearted man had felt bad for the birds with little food, as he was tearing pieces off it to feed to the growing number of cardinals and winter wrens surrounding him. They pecked at the snowy ground and hopped around his feet, and Boss could almost hear him talking to them, telling them to wait their turn as if they understood English, and he chuckled.

"Feelings are irrelevant. I only want him to get better. I want to see him smile more, to see him happy." Boss let the curtain fall back into place. "I'm his friend now, but I'm also his caregiver. If I made a move on him, wouldn't that put pressure on him to say yes, even if he didn't want to? Would he feel as if he owed me? As much as I may want him, I don't want that."

"Consent is very important, and being on unequal footing can compromise it," John agreed. "Have you spoken with him about these thoughts? Being clear in your motives and your wish for consent?"

"Heavens no," Boss chuckled, grasping his hands together as he turned back to the couch. "I think I'd much rather eat a cactus than talk about my feelings. As you know."

"Do you think that's very fair?"

"To him?" Boss asked.

"To yourself."

Boss paused, squeezing his hands together as he thought on that. "...I'm not sure. I'm not even sure what I feel for him is romantic or platonic. I can't tell if it's happiness at finding a true friend or...something more. Or if it's just the amount of time together, or just guilt. I think it'd be a disservice to tell him how I feel if it turns out I'm wrong."

"That seems sound," John said, leaning back in his chair. "Perhaps you should explore your feelings deeper?"

Boss shook his head. "I'm not so sure I want to."

"And why is that?"

"I...I'm not good for him. I'm dangerous, my LV is... so high, and only one hit from me, even with higher HP that he has now, would destroy him. What if I lose myself one day?"

"Do you think knowing you cared for him would increase the chance of that happening?" John asked. "Currently you are spending about as much time together as any married couple. Do you still thinks he is in danger from your presence?"

"Well...I guess you have a point." Boss fidgeted with his fingertips. "Maybe I was the wrong person to look after him."

"That isn't what I meant," John chuckled, standing from his chair. "I think all feelings are worth exploring, Papyrus. If you understand yourself, you can begin to make the changes you want to see. It's worked thus far with your brother, hasn't it?"

Boss smiled wryly. It was true, his relationship with Red was leagues better now than it had ever been, just from understanding and changing his behavior.

"...I will think on it." He reached out to shake John's outstretched hand. "Thank you again, John. Have a lovely weekend and say hello to the missus."

"I gave you that croissant to feed yourself, not the birds."

"I always do," John promised.

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Stretch looked up at Boss with bright eyelights, smiling wide from beneath the many birds perched on his outstretched arms. And legs. And head. And any semi-flat surface they could sit on.

"but it's so cold! where are they gonna get their food?"

Boss chuckled, the puffy jacket he was wearing rising and falling with his shoulders in a shrug. "They're winter birds. They eat nuts and berries and whatever else. They know how to get what they need, unless people keep feeding them so they never learn how to do it themselves."

Stretch smiled sheepishly. "...oops?"

Boss stepped closer, and in a flurry of wings, all his new bird friends took off into the chilly winter air. He watched them flutter off, scattering into the sparse park trees.

"I suppose I'm too scary for your birds," he sighed, sitting beside him on the bench. "And you? Am I too scary?"

"too scary? no, you're the best!" Stretch answered, and Boss noted the lack of hesitation with faint pride before he even registered the compliment. "who else is gonna buy me croissants to feed the birds with? blue just says i can't live off bread and gives me something lame, like a salad or green beans."

"Hmm, so I shouldn't make shepherd's pie for dinner tonight?" Boss asked, smirking over at him as he gave a look of disbelief. "Well, since you've decided to live off croissants…"

"noooo! i want the pie!" Stretch whined, leaning on him and tugging on his sleeve. "please! you cook so much better than blue!"

"Don't let him hear you say that," Boss laughed, gently removing his hands from his arm. "If we want shepherd's pie, we need to go to the grocery store. Are you up for it?"

"...can we also get some more honey?" Stretch asked, standing with him and trying his best to look cute. Looking cute seemed to get him what he wanted with Boss, and to his delight he got an amused smirk.

Boss turned, jerking his head so he would follow. "If you're good, we can get whatever you want. Come on, then."

#ascaafi #a second chance at a first impression #spicyhoney #papcest #finally figured out the readmore eeeyyyy #amnesia fic

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zerablackwell · 4 years

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Chapter 4: Leverage

A week had gone by since Zera visited with her mother, Seth developed a plan to better her behavior in school. They spent lunch periods on worksheets and assessments in exchange for information from Seth about whatever Zera wanted. For the most part, they agreed and got along well regarding their little pact. They were both pleasantly surprised by how much they had in common.

"Zera, you are almost done with the page, come on. Remember the deal."

She groaned loudly, dropping her head on the page that was three quarters completed. "I hate doing this tedious work."

"If you finish it soon, we can get the assessments out of the way. I want to know how to properly tailor the help you require to get further in this system. As much as you don't like it, the humans value their schooling and make it practically a requirement to move forward in their world." Seth responded, drumming his fingers on the desk.

Zera lifted her head to glare at her uncle, then rolled her eyes. "I still don't get it. I don't like this. I'm only participating so I don't have to listen to Father's lectures."

"I'd honestly suggest you care a little more, you'll be able to open the doors so you can have better control of the world."

Zera stayed quiet for a moment, pondering the words prudently for a moment before nodding, "So I finish this, you tell me one thing. Yes?"

"Well, what is it you want to know?"

"I want to get into Heaven."

Seth was clearly caught off guard, "I...I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me, I want into Heaven."

Seth stared at her, then huffed slightly. "Finishing a page does not equate to sneaking you into Heaven."

"Then what does?"

He opened his mouth then paused for a long moment, "No, nope. We aren't having this conversation, if this gets back to your father, he might-no he will have my head."

Zera giggled and stated, "You're scared of him."

"You seem to forget that he is not just my older brother, but also a well-known archdemon. A respected figure in Hell. In our worlds, both Heaven and Hell, everyone knows all that he is capable of." Seth patiently explained, but Zera was not impressed. "You are the only one who is questionably sane that would openly and readily challenge him."

"I take offense to that!" Zera huffed, "I am very much sane thank you." She then stuck her tongue out at him who rolled his eyes.

"Hun, you related to me, you are partially insane. You can blame genetics." Seth chuckled, smiling at her.

Zera lightened up a bit, giggling and enjoying the moment between her and Seth. Then she could hear Luz's familiar whispers in her ear, "Insist little one, you need to get in."

She cleared her throat as they settled down, "Please...I'd like to at least meet my grandparents, really. I want to go to heaven and meet my family."

Seth bit his lip hesitantly, "This is where I may have to draw the line, our family hasn't been together in eons. I'm sure your father would prefer to be present when you meet your grandparents."

"I didn't realize that he still tells you what to do. I thought you were both grown adults."

"I am a grown adult, and unlike you, I actually look like one." Seth glared, pointing a finger at her. "Little Miss One Hundred and something."

"Touché, however, we do age differently. Who knows how old are you Mr. Dinosaur." Zera giggled, amused by her uncle.

"Well, I'm not going to take you for calling me a dinosaur."

"So, you're going to keep me from meeting my extended family because of a preschool insult and homework?"

Seth sat there in complete disbelief and groaned loudly, "You manipulative little beat."

Zera smirked, "I've learned from the best."

There was something in Seth's eyes that Zera couldn't quite decipher. "Fine, fine. I'll help you get in, but for now, you'll only meet your grandmother."

"Why only her?"

"Azazel will be less angry when he finds out you only met Haniel. There was really no ill will between him and his mother." Seth explained then tapped the page, "Before we start that, you have to finish the packet."

Zera's lip twitched upward in a snarl, but she cleared her throat. "Done." She got to work and quickly completed the packet within about ten minutes, then pushed it toward her uncle who eyed her carefully.

"You had to complete it correctly Zera." He glanced over the first page which had nothing but wrong answers.

"Ah ha...That was not mentioned in the deal before agreeing." She smirked tapping her finger on the table expectantly.

Seth's face turned bright red, he growled. "You sneaky little-"

Zera giggled and cut him off, "Language Uncle Seth~" She then propped her head up with her hand on the table, "A deal is a deal."

He groaned, "Damn you are like your father."

The bell rang and Zera hissed, "Damn it."

"We'll talk later, I promise." Seth then stood and waited by the door as students began to enter.

Zera moves back to her corner seat as the students filed into the classroom and filled in their seats. One boy made his way to sit with the grouchy purple haired girl in the back. "You should smile more."

Zera looked at him, glaring. "You should sew your mouth shut."

He chuckled nervously, taking the seat by her. "You are just the image of a bright sunny day."

"You are the image of a parasite, let's go to the doctors." She spat; Seth eyed her warningly from the door causing her to pout. "Please refrain from distrusting me from the lesson."

"You never pay attention to the lesson."

"I'm trying to change my habits, now if you will." She opened her bag, pulling out a notebook and a fountain pen.

Seth made his way to the center after closing the door, "Welcome back class, please leave the energy from lunch outside." He waited for the chatter to settle down before beginning to explain persuasive essays. None to subtly, he glanced at Zera, "With persuasive essays, you must clearly explain the points for whatever the argument may be."

Zera couldn't help but giggle, and the boy feigned a gasp.

"Holy shit, she laughs." He whispered with a smirk, "Her smile is pretty too."

Almost immediately, Zera snarled and flashed her fangs at him. "Shut up, Janice."

He almost fell back on to the floor with a small yelp, "What the-!"

"Jordan! Zera! Must I separate you two?" Seth snapped, slamming a book on to his desk.

The boy returned to his seat nervously, "N-no Mr. Smith."

"Yes Mr. Smith, please move this twat from my space." Zera hissed and Seth's eye visibly twitched.

The students began to whisper and giggle quietly, "Zera, Jordan. Principal's office, thank you." He pointed to the door, she glared and stood. "No snarky remarks please Miss Blackwell, go on, the both of you."

Jordan stood and they both made their way to the door, Zera paused in the doorway. She looked at the teacher and ever so politely flipped him the bird. His face began to resemble a tomato, she finally left for the principal's office in a chorus of oohs from her peers.

Jordan looked at Zera, "Do you have to piss off everyone you meet?"

"Do you have to pester all of your classmates?"

"Only the interesting ones."

Zera rolled her eyes, "What is it exactly that makes me interesting then?"

"Where you come from."

"So, it isn't anything I've done that makes me interesting, it's only my background? You're interesting because of your stupidity." She glared at him.

"Your background makes up who you are."

"My background has nothing to do with me." She snapped.

"You're a real piece a work." Jordan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I would hope so; Rome wasn't built in a day. It's taken me a lot to be who I am." She walked off.

"Wait, the principal's office is this way!"

"I'm going to the lady's room first, 'less they want to up my piss." She lied, quickly losing him as she walked down the hall.

As she turned the corner to make her way towards the school exit, Luz's voice chirped into her ear, "Young lady, turn right around and march right back in there."

"What? Why?" Zera stopped at the large double doors leading to her freedom from this makeshift hell.

"Don't take your punishment for something small. If you get in trouble, make it worth getting punished for dearie."

Zera smirked and turned around, "Luz, I love you." She giggled as she made her way towards the chemistry lab, her eyes flashed a mischievous red in her reflection of the window.

"Now, where to little lamb?"

"This place is a figurative hell, I'm going to create a little chaos~" She tried to open the door, but found it to be locked. Zera growled and her eyes turned bright red while she kept her hand on the handle. There was a click and she pushed the door wide open.

"Atta' girl." Luz chuckled, Zera smirked and she produced a small flame in her hand. She stood on a table and put her hand towards one of the sprinklers in the ceiling. Once the fire alarm went off, she made her way out of the lab and blended into the crowd of students being escorted outside.

Once outside, Zera was able to speak off away from the students and faculty and left the campus. She began walking towards a plaza just a couple of blocks from the school. Humming as she arrived, she looked around seeing an interesting looking tattoo parlor next to a rather plain looking shop. She made a mental note to remember the tattoo parlor, then continue to look around until she saw a small coffee shop.

Zera began to walk closer when Luz spoke up, "Darling, you seem to have forgotten your bag at school."

"Luz. I have a nifty little invention called pockets, perhaps you've heard of them? They're mini bags inside your clothes." Zera remarked.

Luz chuckled and left her alone, as Zera reached for the door handle to enter the little coffee shop a pale hand grabbed her wrist gently. "Zera Blackwell, you are in extreme trouble."

Zera groaned loudly, looking up at Elijah, "How'd you find me?"

"The real question is; what on Earth were you thinking? Seth called me, telling me you've disappeared after the fire alarm was set off." Elijah took her hand and began walking away. "Of all the things, I've never thought you would have done something so irresponsibly stupid."

"I cannot believe you all thought it would be good to put me in a school full of idiotic, hormonal, and pathetic human infants." Zera snapped back.

"Lower your voice!" Elijah hissed at her, tugging her along. "Why are you behaving like this?"

Zera looked at Elijah deadpanned, "Just take me home Elijah, it seems my fun is done for the day."

Elijah stared at her in disbelief, then tugged her along towards the front door. They both walked in silence as they entered the home and were greeted by their overexcited hellhound, Ace. Elijah pulled out his phone and dialed a number as Zera started for the stairs. "Seth, I've found her. Yes, she's here with me, we're home." He paused and Zera glanced back curiously. "Very well, you can come by after school."

Zera pet Ace then went to her room and closed the door behind them, the hellhound made a beeline for her bed and Zera giggled. "Leave me some room goofball."

Ace barked back at her as she grabbed a book from her desk and sat beside Ace. She opened to the bookmarked page and stared, waiting for Luz to pipe up, but he did not surface. As time passed, she grew agitated and growled at the book.

There was a sudden knock, Zera put the book away as the door opened revealing Seth. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"What?"

"You are now suspended from school for a week, why did you set off the alarms?" Seth scolded, closing the door behind him.

"You didn't take my request seriously." Zera glared, Ace jumped up eagerly to greet Seth who merely waved him off.

"About you and Jordan? What was going on there?" Seth crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot expectantly.

"I'll kill him next time I see him, that's what." Zer a hissed, her uncle sighed.

"You acted out because you didn't like him?"

"He's a pest, vermin, a parasite that sucks out my patience."

"You had patience to begin with?"

Zera glared at him, "So I'm off school for a week then?"

"Yes, Elijah and Azazel are livid."

"Like I care, when will we prepare to go then? We do have a deal after all." Zera leaned forward, smirking, keeping her voice low.

Seth's eyes widened and he groaned loudly, "You clever little-..."

#Secrets Unveiled #Demon's Path #Chapter 4: Leverage #Zera Blackwell #Seth Colt #Elijah Pond #Azazel Colt

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squishyharold · 6 years

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You said prompts are always welcome :)))) how about "I got pulled by someone but he just wanted to make his flat mate jealous and now they're fucking it our of their systems and I've been left in the living room with an awkward boner and you're their other flat mate who witnessed what happened pls help me" NARRY

oh boy, oh anon, this got a bit out of hand… I hope you actually like this haha ✌💛🌞

the worst night of his life

narry fanfictionrating: explicitwords: 6940pairings: narry (side-lilo and brief larry let’s never talk about this again) (accidental and light daddy-kink )

Harrypractically falls through the door when Louis’ finally manages towiggle a hand behind him to open it. It’s not that easy with theirlips connected in such a messy kiss, all wet with a bit too muchtongue but Harry hasn’t been kissed in weeks and hasn’t had a shag inmonths so he doesn’t complain. He’s on the edge of being tipsy afterLouis bought him only two drinks and then asked him to go back to hisplace to fuck. Harry was briefly worried about being too easy butLouis’ hands on his arse were quite convincing.

Sonow they’re stumbling into Louis’ flat (that seems way too big forone person) and Harry gasps when he’s being pushed against the edgeof a table. He makes a little noise of complaint but Louis ignoreshim and grinds against Harry’s hips instead, letting out anexaggerated moan that echoes through the whole room.

Louisusually isn’t the type of guy Harry would go for but it’s just forfun anyway, so why not? After a few more awkward kisses and touchesHarry decides to just turn off his brain and let his body do therest, like dipping his fingers into Louis’ trousers to touch morenaked skin. God, it really has been too long since he has touchedsomeone and has been touched by someone. And Louis is definitely intoit, still making those obnoxiously loud noises while he tugs atHarry’s long curls and rolls his hips again. Harry whimpers when hefeels Louis press against his half-hard dick and he’s so ready tojust bend over the table and let Louis fuck him right there becauseapparently he’s not just that easy but also that desperate.

Butthen one of the quite many doors open and Louis’ rips away from hismouth, leaving Harry cold and confused. There’s a guy looking lividwhile he yells at Louis and Louis yells back at him like he’s done ita thousand times before. Harry’s alcohol muddled brain barely keepsup with what is being said.

“Doyou think this is a game?” The bloke growls with his handscurled into fists.

Louisjust snorts, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Whatisn’t?”

“You’resuch a fucking arsehole, has anyone ever told you that? Just becauseyou don’t care about what the world thinks of you doesn’t mean otherpeople see things the way you do! Not everyone can make thosesacrifices and pretend that the world can go fuck itself.”

“Jesus,Liam, I didn’t ask you to give up your life for me, I just asked youto tell your fucking friends!”

“AndI told you it’s not that easy,” Liam hisses and now he’s almostnose to nose with Louis. “I see them at work, too, and what willyou do if I lose my job? Who will pay your share of the rent, huh?”

“Fuckyou,” Louis almost spits into his face. “I never needed afucking sugar daddy, I just needed my best friend, my boyfriend,not to be ashamed of me.”

Liamgroans in frustration. “And I told you that’s not it, I told youa thousand times. When will that ever get into your thick brain,huh?”

Harrycan see how Louis’ shoulders are trembling with anger (or maybesomething else). “You can talk all you want, Liam. It’s theactions that count.”

There’ssomething taunting in Louis’ voice that Liam picks up on immediately,eyes flashing dangerously. “Is that why you’re cheating on me?Are trying to make a point? That’s pathetic.”

Louisholds up one finger in front of Liam’s face. “First of all,you’re not my boyfriend anymore so it can’t be called cheating,”then he raises a second one, almost shoving it into Liam’s eye,“second of all, I’m alwayspathetic you fucking donut!”

Harryblinks, not quite sure how it happened because he’s pretty sure heonly blinked once, but suddenly they’re grabbing each other’s facesand kiss so desperately they almost fall over. But they don’t. Liamis pulling Louis toward the bedroom instead, the one he just came outof, muttering strings of “Fuck you”or “I love you”into his mouth (Harry is not quite sure which one it is, maybe it’sboth).

Thedoor closes with a bang and then Harry is just left stare standing,staring at the wood like it’s an enchanted cupboard that leads intoanother world where he doesn’t feel like a piece of crap. Wow,he thinks. That’s a first.

He’sheard rumours of this technique before, about making out with somerandom person to make your crush jealous. It’s something he has alsoseen in movies before, something that made him sit on the edge of hisseat because he loves romcoms and all the fake drama and the sweetslow burn until they’re finally together.

Whatnone of these movies ever depicted is how shittyit is to be the onewho is used to make someone else jealous. They don’t even explain howthe fuck this person is supposed to find their way home now. Harrywas so busy snogging Louis on the bus he doesn’t even know where heis. At least no one else witnessed this disaster.

Butas if on cue (because apparently the universe hates Harry), anotherdoor opens and a boy with damp blonde hair steps out of the bathroom,rubbing a towel over his head. He wears nothing but a pair ofsweatpants and a tank top, humming something to himself that soundslike a lot like Bryan Adam’s summer of 69and they instantly lock eyes.

Hestops dead in his tracks when he sees Harry still standing there likea fucking idiot with an uncomfortable boner and his floral shirt halfunbuttoned (though it always looks like that). They look at eachother and the boy frowns at Harry, mouth opening to ask a questionbut then Louis moans loudly from behind the door and his mouth snapsshut again. Harry feels his face grow incredibly hot when the guy’seyes flicker between him and the door and he finally makes theconnection.

Harryfeels so humiliated he wants to die and he prays to any god who willlisten to just let the ground swallow him whole so no one will everknow about the worst night of his life.

“Shit,”the guy curses and rubs the towel over his hair one more time beforehe drapes it over his shoulder and beckons Harry over. “Comeon,” he says and moves to open another door that probably leadsto his own bedroom. And since Harry doesn’t know what else to do hetakes the offer like a drowning man in search for an island or someshit like that.

Theroom is small and cosy with a desk that is so loaded you can’t evensee the surface and a chair that has become a closet for every pieceof clothes this guy owns. There’s an Irish flag above the bed thatHarry quite likes and the soft light from the desk lamp makes himrelax a little. This room kind of feels like safe space.

“Sitdown with me.”

Theguy is already sitting cross-legged on his bed and pats the spot infront of him. Harry bites at his lips because he’s not quite surewhat the guy is trying to do but then he just toes out of his shoesand joins him anyway.

“So,are you alright? My name’s Niall.” Harry can hear his accentnow, it’s a really nice one.

“Harry,”he provides quietly and rubs his nose so he doesn’t start to cry.

“Niceto meet you, Harry. And I’m sorry about Louis, he’s the biggest knobin the world but I didn’t think he’d pull something like that. It’sshitty and I’m sorry you got caught up in it.”

Harryjust tries to shrug it off and plays with a loose thread on Niall’sduvet. “It’s okay. I didn’t plan for my evening to end like thisbut… it’s okay.”

“It’snot okay,” Nialll huffs and when Harry looks up he can see himglare at the wall like he’s superman with his x-ray vision and cansee exactly what Louis and Liam are up to. “They’re a fuckingnightmare to have as flatmates and an even worse couple but theycan’t seem to live without each other. Last week Louis broke Liam’sphone so he’d lose all his contacts and the week before that Liamthreatened to beat up a guy who was flirting with Louis. Which ishilarious because Liam once cried because he accidentally killed aspider that he wanted to carry outside. Louis kinda wormed his wayinto Liam’s heart and now it’s a never-ending drama with them.”

Harrylistens to the story and now it makes absolutely sense why Louisinsisted to go to his place even though Harry’s was closer, why hewas being unnecessary loud and why he told Harry at the club that hewas perfect because helooked nothing like him. Buthis stupid tipsy ass didn’t care and now he’s in this mess. GreatJob, Harry.

“Sorry,”Niall says when he notices that Harry doesn’t comment on it. He’s notsaying anything, really. “Do you want a cup of tea or something?I can even fix you some food, though I gotta warn you, I’m a shitcook.”

Harryfrowns at that because everyone should know how to cook, it’s vitalunless you don’t care whatever shit you put into your body. Nialldoesn’t look like he doesn’t care, he’s quite toned with nice armsand… well, he looks fit. Which doesn’t help with the boner thatHarry is still having. He probably needs a cold shower.

“I’mfine thanks–” He cuts himself off and his eyes widen when theyhear the first moan drifting over from the other room. It’s highpitched like someone’s being sweetly tortured and then he groans Fuckyes, Liam and Harry wants toactually die. His cheeks turn a few shades darker and he hides hisface in both hands. He’s so fucking embarrassedhe can’t even function properly.

“Erm,I’m gonna put on some music, yeah?” Niall’s blushing a littlehimself like he’s embarrassed on Louis’ and Liam’s behalf and thathelps a little at least.

Niallcrouches down in front of his stereo, the only expensive thing inthis room – no wait, that’s not true. Harry spots a guitar leaningagainst the wall, free of dust and shining brightly like it’s beentaken proper care of. Harry wonders if Niall would play something forhim if he pretended to cry. But that would be just as shitty aspulling someone to make someone else jealous. So he holds back thetears and just sniffs a little until Niall has put on a song loudenough to drown out the sounds Liam and Louis make.

“TheChain!” Harry blurts out because he fucking loves the song andeven manages to smile at Niall when he slumps back down on the bed, alittle comfier this time, so Harry makes himself more comfortabletoo, with one leg thrown over the edge of the bed and the other stilltucked underneath his thigh.

“Ilove Fleetwood Mac,” Niall says with a grin. “My band and Icover a few of their songs sometimes.”

“You’rein a band?” Harry asks and his eyes flicker over to the guitaragain. “Yeah, makes sense. Do you just play?”

“Ising sometimes,” Niall shrugs. “We don’t really have ourown songs yet.”

“So,are you any good?”

Harrytries not to stare when Niall laughs because first of all, it’s agreat laugh and second of all, he looksgreat when he laughs.

“Nah,we’re probably shit. But it’s fun, so.” He shrugs. “It’sjust a hobby anyway. I’m studying sound engineering, that’s why Istill have to put up with shitty flatmates.”

Harryhums, nodding to himself. “I’m studying law. Doesn’t leave muchroom for hobbies but I always loved to sing. Probably have a betterflatmate though, Zayn’s barely home but he always pays the rent ontime.”

Niallgroans like he’s jealous. “Can we switch?”

Harrylaughs. “No way, that would be even more awkward than it alreadyis.”

There’sa serious look on Niall’s face this time, it almost looks stubborn.“Honestly, Harry, listen to me: If anyone should be embarrassedit’s Louis, not you. Can’t believe he even managed to pull someonelike you, you’re way out of his league.”

Harrycan’t help but snort and brushes a few strands of hair behind hisear, mirroring the grin Niall is giving him. He’s trying to cheerHarry up and he wants Niall to know that it’s appreciated. Niall nodsat him approvingly and shifts a little closer with his tongue stuckbetween his teeth so he can poke Harry in the ribs.

Hemakes a strangled noise. “What was that for?”

“Youjust look very pokable,” Niall says, still grinning and Harrycan’t stop grinningback. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s still a little drunk or ifhe just feels very comfortable around Niall. So comfortable in factthat he already forgets about Louis and Liam and concentrates on themusic instead, singing along to the chainwith his upper body rocking to the beat of it.

Nialljoins him by humming some harmonies under his breath, moving hisfingers to the right chords of the song like he would with his guitarand then they’re just jamming together and Harry feels a littlelighter, so light he might just fall off the bed.

“Careful,”Niall laughs and keeps him steady by getting a hold of both of hishands.

“I’malways careful,” Harry lies but he’s such a bad liar that even astranger calls him out on it.

“Ifeel like that’s a complete lie,” Niall snorts while the songchanges to Landslide.“I bet you trip over your own feet like an oversized puppy.”

“I’mnot. I even do some boxing.”

Niall’seyes flicker to his arms immediately, like he’s trying to see themuscles underneath the awful print. But Harry loves awful prints andhe’s not ashamed of it.

“Areyou any good?” Niall asks with a raised eyebrow and Harry jutshis chin out in defiance.

“I’mamazing!”

“Yeah,sure,” Niall chuckles to himself. “But I’m sure you’rebetter at singing. Honestly, you sound great, have you ever thoughtabout joining a band?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Harrytilts his head. “What, yourband?”

“Sure,”Niall says and tilts his head in the same direction. “You need aproper hobby, don’t you? Boxing is lonely and you study lawwhich can’t be that exciting.” Harry can’t really argue withthat. “Don’t you think you could use a change of scenery?”

Insteadof answering Harry just throws his head back and sings loudly, “WellI’ve been afraid of changin’ ‘cause I’ve built my life around you,but time makes you bolder even children get older and I’m gettingolder, too… Oh, I’m getting older, too.”

Harryalmost gets lost in the music like he always does. Doesn’t matter ifhe’s listening to it on his way to class or during a workout. Noteven the shower is safe from him and his performances and when he’scooking he sings the list of ingredients to the tune of BritneySpears. Also, the best part about Christmas is singing Christmassongs with his sister. Fuck,music takes up so much space in his life, he didn’t even realise ituntil Niall pointed it out.

WhenHarry tips his head forward again and opens is eyes Niall is evencloser, his hands still squeezing Harry’s. It surprises him so muchthat he feels himself lean forward as well, it’s pure instinctbecause Niall is so fit and he smells so good since he came fresh outof the shower and Harry probably smells like a liquor store and thatdoesn’t seem to bother him at all.

“CanI kiss you?” Niall asks quietly, all serious now and on the edgeof desperate. It makes Harry’s head swim and his heart pound. Evenhis dick almost swells back into fullness just from that question.

“Yes,please,” he says politely because his mother said to always bepolite.

Niallsmiles and lets his hand smooth over Harry’s wrists and up to hisarms to get a better hold of him and just haul him into Niall’s lap.He goes willingly, eagerly, and smashes their mouths together beforehe can even straddle Niall.

Harryis so much taller than him, so he has to hunch over to kiss himproperly and Niall’s head is tipped back all the way to kiss himback. It’s already so much better than kissing Louis and that hasnothing to do with skill, Harry has kissed enough people to knowthat. Kissing always involves two people and those two people have tofit together in order to be ‘good at kissing’. Niall might be shit atkissing in general but Harry wouldn’t care because he’s greatat kissing Harry and that’s all that matters to him right now. Heenjoys the slow drag of their lips, the hint of teeth grazing hisbottom lip whenever they move their heads to change the angle.

They’recompletely in sync and Harry breathes little needy moans againstNiall’s lips, squeezing his thighs together like he’s preventinghimself from grinding into his lap. He’s holding back, he knows heis, because he doesn’t want to be a charity case here, he doesn’twant Niall to feel sorry for him, he just wants to be wanted. That’swhat he always wants.

“Doyou want me to fuck you?” Niall whispers against Harry’s lips,hands roaming his back. “I’d fuck you good until you scream.What do you say, hm? Do you want Louis to hear what he’s missing outon?”

Harrymoans and wriggles on Niall’s lap, already feeling hot all over. Fuckyes, he doesn’t just want to be fucked, he wants to be claimed and towash away the humiliation from earlier. Because Niall doesn’t look athim like he’s a second choice, like he’s bait for someone else. Hiseyes are so wide and blue, so hungry for Harry like he’s the fuckingjackpot. Harry’s always a fucking sap when he’s had alcohol but hethinks he might be able to fall in love with that look on Niall’sface. He’s definitely able to get fucked by Niall, that’s not even aquestion.

ButNiall is still just looking because Harry hasn’t given him an answeryet and the fact that he waits for consent, that he even asked if hecould kiss Harry, makes his cock jump with need.

“Howsturdy is your bed?” He asks instead and Niall’s patience turnsinto shy confidence.

“Haven’tfound out yet. I usually don’t take people home.” His fingersmove up under the hem of Harry’s shirt, trailing over his bare skin.

Harryfeels himself shudder and carefully drapes his arms around Niall’sneck, “Good thing I was already here then. Now let’s find out.”

Niallblindly grabs for the remote of his stereo to turn it off before helets it drop to the floor and kisses Harry again. It’s rougher thistime, with more tongue and teeth but not too much, it’s just rightand Harry feels like he could get off just from kissing Niall. Well,and maybe from rutting against him like a brainless animal becauseNiall tastes so good, smells so good and feelsso good, he doesn’t know what else to do. But Niall doesn’t seem tomind, he’s already growing hard himself. There are hands popping thelast few pathetic buttons on Harry’s shirt before it’s shoved overhis shoulders and he’s half naked.

“Come'ere,” Niall mutters and breaks away from Harry’s lips to drapeone arm around his waist and flip them over.

Harrymakes a surprised noise when he’s suddenly on his back with a heavilypanting Niall on top of him. His eyes and hands follow every line ofHarry’s body, starting from his hip over his stomach to Harry’schest. He’s swallowing hard as he re-draws the tattoos on his skinand Harry just lets him.

“Fuck,I want to get my mouth on every inch of you but I don’t think thenight is long enough,” he says like it’s just a normalthing to say even though it’s not and Harry stares at him like he’sinsane and wants nothing more than to be infected with it.

“Just.Just start anywhere you like,” Harry whines and squirms on theduvet so he can push his hip against Niall’s.

Niallis only grinning and lets his fingers trail over Harry’s arms, downto his wrists. He pins them above Harry’s head in one swift motionand bends down to kiss him at the same time. It immediatelyextinguishes any will in Harry to break free, he just goes bonelessinstead, breathing through his nose as Niall kisses all the words andnoises out of his mouth.

“You’reso fucking pretty, you know that?” Niall murmurs against Harry’smouth before he licks back into it. He’s not so careful anymore, notso composed and when he moves around, Harry can feel how hard he inhis sweatpants. It would be nice to touch him, to circle his fingersaround him and feel how big he is, to find out how much he’s going totake up his arse in a minute.

There’sthe faint noise of a bed creaking in the other room but Harry quicklyforgets about it, tunes it out completely when Niall lets go of hishands to shift back on his legs and open his trousers. It takes a bitof effort to get them off but when Harry is completely naked heshivers with Niall’s mouth leaving kisses on his skin as he crawlshis way up Harry’s body (of course he leaves out Harry’s desperatelythrobbing dick).

“Fuck,”Niall curses and stares at Harry like he did something odd.

“What?”He asks, suddenly anxious that he fucked up. But he didn’t even doanything, did he?

“You’reso good for me already,” Niall says in awe and kisses alongHarry’s arm with pleased little noises rumbling in his throat untilthey reach– oh. Now Harry understands. He’s talking about the wayHarry just kept his hands above his head, even when Niall let go ofhim. His fingers curled around the little rods of the headboard oninstinct, he didn’t even think about it. But it seems to drive Niallmad with want so he better pretends to have done it on purpose.

“Iwanted to fuck you on your hands and knees,” Niall growls intothe skin on his neck, tormenting it with bites like they’re a treat(and oh, they are to Harry). “But now I really want to look atyou while I take you apart piece by piece.”

“Niall,”Harry whimpers, body jerking against him. “You’re not even nakedyet.”

“Hmm,I think I like it when you’re naked and I’m not.”

“Niall,”he complains a little louder which only makes Niall chuckle.

“Alright,no teasing. I think Louis teased you enough today. Fucking dick moveof him, god, I reallywant to hate him but it means I get to have my way with you so Idon’t really know what to do.”

Hepresses his thumb into the fresh bruise he just left on Harry’s neck,making him gasp. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Ah,”Niall says. “Right, that’s what I wanted to do.”

Hisfingers wrap loosely around Harry’s dick, nothing else, just toground him as he leans over to his night-stand to provide a bottle oflube and a condom. It kind of works though, Harry expects to go wildwith the faintest touch but Niall excites him and calms him down atthe same time.

“Tellme what you like,” Niall asks while he coats his fingers withlube. “I don’t know you yet, but I want to make you feelgood.”

Harrycan’t really think, the word yet making his fuzzy brain ponderall the possibilities. But Niall’s finger is already teasing the rimof his hole, his eyes watching Harry carefully.

“Ilove being stretched out until it’s just enough,” he finallysays when he meets Niall’s eyes. “Just enough so I can stillfeel it when you fuck me. I like when it’s too–” He gasps atthe first finger entering him. “Too much. I like it rough but Ialso love going slow, I…” He trails off for a moment andcloses his eyes when Niall slides his finger in and out. “I wantto be taken care of—fuck! Niall.”

Theother boy grins and licks over his teeth as he repeats the movementthat barely grazes Harry’s prostate.

“Notyet, but good thing I already found it.”

Harrygroans. “You’re the worst.”

“Maybe,”Niall murmurs and gives Harry a look that he doesn’t know where toplace. “But I think you’ll love it.”

“Fuck.”

Hisfingers tighten around the headboard as Niall keeps stretching himout, adding a second and third finger with softly spoken words thathave Harry keen and writhe on the bed. Who knew that asking what helikes could be such a turn on? He has been in countless situationsbefore where he felt like he couldn’t say anything. He didn’t hate itbut sometimes he didn’t enjoy it, he just endured it until the lessnice parts were over. With Niall it was completely different, hemakes it so easy to just say it out loud and he doesn’t feel bad forguiding him when he gets it wrong. Not that there’s anything Nialldoesn’t nail on first try.

Harrycloses his eyes and takes a deep breath when Niall finally strips outof his clothes and then quickly climbs back between Harry’s legs toroll on the condom and sink into him, careful and slow. His handssqueeze Harry’s sides and keep him warm and steady as he bottoms out,breath catching in both of their throats. It’s just the way Harrylikes it, stretched enough but with a slight burn that makes himsquirm underneath the body on top of him.

Whenhe opens his eyes he can see Niall watch him with a trembling jaw,like he’s barely holding himself together. He’s waiting and Harry’sheart jumps with arousal and affection for this guy that he just met.He loosens his hands from the headboard because they’re starting toache but also because he wants to hold Niall.

“Youcan move.” Harry doesn’t recognises his own voice, he sounds sowrecked already. “Come on.”

“Roughor slow?” Niall whispers against his lips but doesn’t kiss him.It’s driving Harry mad.

“Rough,”Harry decides right then and there, digging his nails into Niall’sback to urge him on.

Niallpulls almost all the way out before he thrusts back into him,stealing Harry’s breath once more before he gives in and kisses him,teeth catching Harry’s lower lip. He starts with a quick pace andHarry loves it. He wants Niall to know how much and tells him betweenkisses, whenever there is enough air in his lungs. Doesn’t matterthat he can’t really think straight and that it’s more gibberish thanactual words.

“Youfeel so good,” Harry whimpers when Niall changes the rhythm andfucks harder into him, face pressed into his neck now.

“Ifeel like that’s my line,” Niall gasps, hands skimming downHarry’s body to grab his thighs and jerk his hips forward.

“Ohfuck, fuck.” Harry’s hand grabs at Niall’s bleached hair.“Fuck you, get your own line.”

Niallcackles into Harry’s skin and he can’t help but laugh, too, which isridiculous. Sex with Niall is fun and that’s a word he hasnever associated with this kind of activity. Sex is usually hot andgood or very awful but never fun.

“Alright,”Niall says and stops moving, which makes Harry complain and squirm onthe bed. “Jesus, you’re such a little monster aren’t you? Can’teven keep still for a moment while daddy is catching his breath.”

And– oh. Harry did not expect that. He didn’t, but now the words haveslipped out of Niall’s mouth and they make him shiver all over, makehis cock twitch where it’s trapped between their bodies as heproduces a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

Niallbraces himself on his hands to stare down at Harry like he didn’teven mean to say it, but when he sees what the words did to Harry hiseyes grow dark.

“Didyou like that, too?” He asks and rocks back onto his kneeswithout pulling out of Harry, who’s still moving around so Niallgrabs at the fat on his hips to keep him still. It’s that groundingfeeling again, the certainty of being in good hands, the best handshe could possibly be in and Niall has very nice hands. They’reso rough and calloused and Harry wants to die on the spot becausehaving Niall’s dick in him like this, having Niall’s eyes roam hisbody in fascination, it’s enough to drive him close to the edge. Onlyhis neglected cock stands between himself and a mind-blowing orgasm,he can tell.

“Yeah,you liked that,” Niall realises with an intrigued growl and thenhe rolls his hips to watch Harry arch off the bed in pleasure. “Youreally, really liked that.”

“Please,”Harry breathes and brushes away a few strands of hair that stick tohis face. “Please don’t stop.”

“No?You still want it rough, baby?”

Harrynods so fast his head hurts and tries to reach out for Niall with onehand while he props himself up with the other, dragging theirforeheads together.

“Pleasefuck me, daddy,” he says in a shy voice that has Niall groanlike he’s in pain.

“Ohgod, okay, jesus. Come here, babe.” He catches Harry’s mouth ina kiss before he can say anything else, thrusting his hips at thesame time to fuck him deep and raw. “Such a good boy,” hemutters and Harry is about to faint from how well he’s being fucked.It’s like the alcohol has evaporated a long time ago, theintoxication he’s feeling coming from Niall and how great his dickfeels each time he rocks back into him.

“More,”he whispers and falls onto his back again when Niall pushes at thehollows of his knees and almost bends Harry in half. That’s it,that’s it. Niall’s dick finally rubs over his prostate and itmakes Harry grow restless. He stops his arms from flailing around bygrabbing his own hair with one hand and clawing at his face with theother, his little finger trapped between his teeth.

“Shit,how are you– so hot. Louis is a fucking idiot, I can’t believe helet you slip through his fingers.” There’s sweat gathering onNiall’s forehead, his still damp hair plastered to it as he givesHarry these looks that make him blush. He wants to be good for Nialland he basks in the attention he’s receiving. Niall can’t even blink,can’t look anywhere else and Harry loves every minute of it. “Youcan be as loud as you want, love. Let them hear, yeah? I want them tohear how much my boy is enjoying himself. Come on, Harry.”

Hecaresses the back of Harry’s thigh before he finally reaches for hiscock that needs to be touched so desperately. Harry could’ve done ithimself but he wanted to last longer for Niall, he didn’t want tocome yet, didn’t want the night to end. This night, that somehow hasturned from the worst night of his life to the best night of hislife.

Niallgives him a firm stroke, thumb circling over the swollen tip andHarry lets out a choked cry as he writhes on the duvet with his nailsdigging firmly into cheek. It’s so different from all the other timesHarry has hooked up and it has never been so hard to keep his bodyand his thoughts together. Niall’s words, the sounds every time hiships meet Harry’s, Niall’s eyes worshipping his body, it makes Harryforget about his less exciting and mostly troubled life. Which inturn reminds him why he wanted to get drunk and hook up with someonein the first place.

“Louder,”Niall demands, sounding less controlled and more like he’s about tocome. “Do you know why I want them to hear? It’s not–” hetakes a deep breath but his words come out jerky anyway from the wayhe’s fucking into Harry. “It’s not for my sake it’s for yours.Louis, he should be taught a lesson, yeah? He shouldn’t fuck withpeople like that. And I want him to know, that… that you can have agood time without him. You’re having a good time yeah? How does myboy feel?”

“Sofucking good,” Harry breathes and then whimpers when Niall pullsaway from his cock and his thigh to lightly slap his arse. He holdson to it painfully hard, but it’s just the right amount of painfuland Harry would have no trouble telling Niall if it wasn’t.

“Language,”he groans, which has Harry half-moaning and half-laughing.

“Sorry,sorry! So good. Feels so good,” he corrects himself and now thathis legs are free again he spreads them a little wider, causing Niallsink deeper into him.

“Fuck,”Niall chokes out because apparently he’s the only one allowed tocurse and somehow that turns on Harry even more and has him groanlouder. “I take it back, fuck them, I want you all for myself.”

It’senough, all of it is enough to make the heat coil in the pit ofHarry’s stomach. Niall recognises the moment and quickly curls hishand back around Harry’s dick, stroking him as fast as he fucks himand then the heat simply unravels again, making Harry’s mouth fallopen as he comes hard. He feels his toes curl in the duvet and he canonly hold his breath for a moment before the moans fall from hismouth, loud and unapologetic

“That’sit, there’s my good boy. So pretty, so fucking pretty I can’t even–oh god.”

Harrycan’t help but feel a little disappointed when he calms down from hisorgasm and notices that Niall already came and is currentlyrecovering from it with his head fallen back and his chest rising andfalling in quick motions. Harry didn’t want to miss it but he’s alsovery pleased that he could make Niall come at all.

Theireyes lock a moment later and it kind of brings them back intoreality. A reality where Harry is not Niall’s boy and they’repainfully aware of the silence in the other room. Harry feels sore,his legs are aching and he nervously bites at his bottom lip, notsure how to read the look Niall is giving him. But then the cornersof his lips turn up into a smile and the knot in Harry’s chestloosens instantly, making him mirror the expression until they’rechuckling and giggling.

Harryis still kind of out of it and barely notices Niall pulling out andgetting rid of the condom. But he feels the faint sensation of a wetcloth cleaning up the mess on his stomach before a warm body slipsback into bed with him. Niall’s struggling a bit to get the duvet outfrom under Harry, yanking at it and laughing when Harry just sprawlsacross it like a star fish to make it extra hard.

“Brat,”is what he mumbles against Harry’s ear when he’s finally able to pullit over both of them.

ToHarry’s delight Niall just curls around his back and pulls himagainst his chest where it’s still a little sweaty but mostly warmand cosy. Other guys either tend to not cuddle at all or let him bethe big spoon because he’s so tall but Niall doesn’t care, he presseshis face into the back of Harry’s neck, leaving kisses on his skinwhile telling him to go to sleep. And well, there’s nothing elseHarry can do because he’s so tired and pleasantly exhausted, hisbrain completely wiped from anything that ever bothered him.

Theyfuck again in the morning, though Harry doesn’t really want to callit fucking. It wasn’t even planned, Harry just kept wriggling hisarse until Niall was hard again and asked him quietly if he wanted itrough or slow. Harry picked slow this time and turned around to kissNiall lazily while he was opened up with three fingers.

That’show they end up on their sides with Harry’s leg hooked over Niall’ship as he keeps rocking in and out of Harry. They’re not in a rushand Niall’s movements are so gentle and slow that Harry almost fallsasleep again. Not because it’s bad, it’s just so nice and soft andHarry easily goes pliant in Niall’s arms. They are looped around hisbody, fingers splayed over his back.

“Lovehow you feel around me, baby,” Niall whispers and leaves kisseson his cheek, his jaw. “Don’t worry, daddy is taking care ofyou. Do you want a proper kiss?”

Thewords let the heat curl in Harry’s body all over again and make itquite obvious that he didn’t just enjoy them because of last night’salcohol.

“Yesplease,” Harry hums against Niall’s mouth. It’s not proper, it’sjust very sweet the way Niall pours himself into the kiss and Harry’sheart actually flutters a little. Woah.

“Howclose are you?” Niall murmurs after pulling back.

“Dunno.Close…? Want you to come inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Wantme to fill you up?”

“Mhm.”Harry nods, which is ridiculous since Niall’s wearing a condom.“Need you, daddy.”

“Fuck.Be a good boy and come with me then.”

Harrywhimpers. “I can’t.” He doesn’t actually know if he can orcan’t because Niall is going so slow and it doesn’t feel like there’sa build-up to anything but then he feels Niall’s hand sneakingbetween them and his head lolls back in pleasure. “Oh.”

“Thereyou go, come for daddy. Just for me this time, I know you can.”

AndHarry does. It’s just a tiny orgasm compared to last night but itmakes him feel fuzzy around the edges and he’s actually consciousenough to feel it spread in his body until he’s trembling with it.He’s giving a soft sigh while he burrows himself deeper into Niall’sarms and enjoys the little jerking motions as he comes as well.

Theyjust stay like that for several minutes or hours, Harry can’t tell,but at some point he hears two people bickering outside of the doorlike an old married couple, hears cupboards being opened and closedagain. Harry couldn’t care any less. He watches Niall through hoodedeyes but Niall is too focused on the little bruises he left onHarry’s neck and shoulder, kissing them while brushing back his hair.

Harryhasn’t felt this calm and sated in ages and it suddenly hits him thatthis might end any second when Niall decides to throw him out of hisbed. And he didn’t even have the chance yet to convince Niall not todo that. All Niall did yesterday was ask him what he likes. He tookcare of Harry and Harry never bothered to ask what he likes.

“Ilike fucking pretty boys,” Niall says when Harry blurts out thequestion like a scared teenager asking for his crush to hold hishand.

“Ohreally?” Harry mutters, not exactly happy with the plural inNiall’s answer.

“Mhm,”Niall hums and runs a delicate finger up and down Harry’s thigh thatis still thrown over his hip. “I also like dating prettyboys.”

Harry’sfrown deepens and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Boy. As inone boy, which is me. You should date me.”

Healready loves the lazy smile that appears on Niall’s face as he presses themcloser together. “Sounds good. I think I’d like that even more.”

Harrynods and decides to be brave by leaning in for a kiss that has Niallmoan in a completely non-sexual way. It’s more like he’s tastingreally good food, which makes Harry realise how hungry he actuallyis. Especially when the smell of coffee reaches him.

“So…”Niall looks very pleased after they break apart. “Now thatwe’ve settled that: Are you ready to have the most awkward breakfastin your entire life?”

Harrygives him a look. “It’s only as awkward as we make it, Niall.And I want to make it very awkward… for them.”

Niall’ssmile turns into a grin and then into a laugh and Harry joins him amoment later.

Yeah,definitely the best night of his life.

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Bad Photos Are Not Your Fault

More old photos of mine shot back when I was the typical average photographer, completely unaware of how my images could be improved. Do your photos look like these?

So many new photographers and hobbyists get stuck on buying equipment. And they spend months hunting for ways to improve their skills.

Yet, after all that, your photos are average. Or worse.

Here’s the truth: it’s really NOT your fault!

I’m telling you, I’ve spent hundreds of hours digging through blogs and forums, reading books and manuals, watching YouTube and DVDs.

Guess what. After going through ALL of the training material out there, I’ve found NONE that will turn you into a pro, step-by-step.

They always have missing pieces. Questions without answers. Nobody says exactly how the best images are made.

You’re just expected to “spend a lot of time practicing”!

People believe that’s a good thing, but it can actually be wasted time and energy. Doing something over and over again is exhausting. It takes years to figure stuff out and become a professional that way… if you get there at all!

There’s a better strategy…

It Takes Years To Become A Professional… If You Don’t Know The Shortcut

These shots were taken by me after I learned the secrets of professionals…

How did I go from beginner to having photographs showcased and featured on DeviantART, Flickr, print ads, billboards, posters, magazines, and book covers?

Well, I never took classes. Anywhere. Ever.

Instead, I went around my town and shot photos with an entry-level DSLR, a Nikon D50.

My first attempts were “ordinary”, nothing special. Online I saw photos better than mine and literally thought they were mysterious. I couldn’t figure out how they did it!

But then… I discovered a few BASIC PRINCIPLES that make it possible to take good photos, every time, no matter what camera’s in my hands.

With these principles, I can take a couple shots and feel comfortable knowing at least one will be a “keeper”.

It’s WAY BETTER than digging through 100 shots hoping that one is just “okay”.

Now I’m aware of WHAT to look for… WHEN to photograph… HOW to get the shot I want. And I can be sure that a photo will be good – even before it’s taken.

It’s like I found a reflex that just “knows” when to click the shutter!

Seriously, this changed my life…

How To Quickly Learn Everything You Need To Create Amazing Photographs

Your shots CAN look like these! Here's how…

Let’s be real: after getting a DSLR you found it takes more than reading the manual to get professional results from it.

Then your hunt for more information and answers began.

But there’s a TON of information about photography, and it’s so unorganized!

I learned by doing meticulous research, putting it all together on my own. After spending years of applying what I discovered, I began sharing with friends online.

Nobody prepared me for the flood of questions about landscapes, portraits, sports, studio photography... and my weird ability to just grab a camera and start taking great photos without any effort whatsoever.

Now I've got the answers you're looking for, and they're here on this website.

Just Imagine Being Able To…

Choose the right DSLR on a budget and still get all the desired features

Properly hold a DSLR and stop looking like a complete idiot out in the field

Stop taking boring photos that nobody cares about and start taking creative, memorable photos worth sharing and selling

GET CRISP, CLEAR SHOTS when photographing anything, including people, objects, and landscapes

Avoid the 6 common beginner mistakes of COMPOSITION and easily create brilliant images instead

Finally grasp a complete understanding of Shutter Speed, Aperture, and ISO for total control over MOTION and DEPTH OF FIELD

Learn the “secret” time of day when most professional photos are shot

Understand Exposure and Metering so pictures won’t be too bright or too dark, but “just right”

Properly select the right WHITE-BALANCE setting on your camera and stop worrying about photos coming out too orange or having washed out colors

Select the BEST LENSES to create appropriate, proportional, non-distorted, aesthetically pleasing images… no matter the situation

Take JAW-DROPPING panoramic shots

Use FOCUS correctly and know what focus points to avoid in a scene

Choose the BEST EQUIPMENT, including flash, filters, camera bag, tripod, tripod head, batteries, battery recharger, strap, camera mount, and memory cards

Use external FLASH to control motion, remove red-eye, add drama, and give your images an edgy, high-class, professional look…

Use FILTERS to control light coming through the lens, remove glare, and even make the colors in a scene appear more saturated

Get NATURAL HDR shots that don’t look fake or “over-done”

Correctly decide when to use a TRIPOD – and know when it’s dumb to use one

Capture sharp, correctly exposed photos in LOW-LIGHT SITUATIONS… with no motion blur or noise

Take stunning photographs at NIGHT with or without using a flash or tripod

Know where to put LIGHTS in relation to your subject/model and how to control the mood of portrait photos

Choose effective LIGHT MODIFIERS, including umbrellas, soft boxes, beauty dishes and grids to establish the mood of the image (do you want the image to be dark, dramatic and shadowy? Soft and pleasing? Bright and happy? Do you want soft pools of background light? When would you want light to create texture across surfaces, and when wouldn't you?)

Know how to select a SOFTWARE package that fits your needs and budget

Correctly EDIT IMAGES in post-production using Adobe® Photoshop® Lightroom and Adobe® Photoshop® software

And much, much more…

Others started applying my advice and the results were pretty amazing…

Photo by someone who took my advice

It felt great when they started getting the same results as me…

But Don’t Just Take My Word For It

“People thought my photos were from a travel magazine!”

Why Does This Work So Much Better?

The principles I discovered can turn nearly anyone into an “expert photographer”. When it comes to getting better shots, you’ll be AMAZED at how well they work.

And these principles are essential if you want photography to be a secondary or even full-time income.

Yet this information is hard to get. It’s either hidden from the general public or scattered all over the place, unavailable in one location for easy access.

NOW HERE’S THE SOLUTION: Everything you must learn to take professional quality images is on this website.

You can finally start using your camera with confidence. Start taking your own amazing photographs that people will rave about and even pay money for, if that’s your goal.

Listen, I’m willing to tell you everything because I’m not afraid of competition.

After being published all over the world, I’ve learned that it’s actually more fun and rewarding to share what I discovered… the very same information that launched my career.

My favorite part is when people send photos after using what I taught them.

Bottom-line: it doesn’t matter if you’re brand new or have been struggling with photography for a long time… I want to help you.

To make it easy, I took a video camera and recorded answers to all the top questions, and more.

I carefully demonstrate how to use exposure and aperture, lenses, lighting, composition, software, and many other topics that people find difficult or confusing.

What’s better, I’ll show you how to succeed…

Without piles of books or college courses

Without years of experimentation taking “average” photos

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