Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 16:11:58 +0800
From: Graeme Brown <wee.bruno@gmail.com>
Subject: Different Directions

Hey guys. This is my first chapter to my story Different Directions. Hope
you like it and please send me feedback. I do not know the boys or their
sexual orientation this is 100% fiction and created by me. Please do not
copy without my consent and please enjoy :)


Chapter 1

I gazed at him from a distance, my heart raced. It just occurred to me what
he does to my insides. Everything. His eyes are as blue and deep as the sea
he is bathing in and I can't take my eyes of him. Niall. My amazingly cute
and talented friend. I scoff at that word. I want more. I've been gazing
for an awkward amount of time now. Shit. What if he notices me. I quickly
glance at the other boys. Watching the water wave down their amazingly
toned bodies. I sigh. How can I come to terms with this. Homo. Poof. Queer.
GAY. Even those words make me shiver in my own body. I'm glad I wear my
ray-bans because there's a gentle tear streaming down my face. I think
about the other night. When Harry got a tweet from a gay fan saying he was
in love with him. And the horror on everyone's faces as if it was
disgusting. I laughed like the rest but inside I was howling. I continue my
gaze on the Irish boy with a heartwarming smile. My tear quickly fades as
he walks towards me. Those shorts. That place in between his naval and his
thigh. That place. Moving with the motion of his body, my soul seeks
it. Needs it.

"Why aren't you swimming? The water is beautiful" he yells, over the waves
and and the wind.

"It's too salty. And it always goes in my mouth" I murmur, not realising my
words.

He stares at me for a second and his sphinx like grin grows across his
face. He joins me sharing the towel I'm lying on. Gazing at him, I'm
silent. My hearts racing faster and faster. Can he hear it?

"What?" He looks at me confused.

I stare at my hands saying nothing. He's propped up on his elbow and he's
leaning down staring at me. His hand briskly touches my leg and I jump.

"Your not yourself today, whatsup?" He looks so young. So innocent.
Although I know that's not the case having lived in the bedroom next to his
the past 2 years. He's girl obsessed. And the famous thing makes it pretty
easy to get girls back to the house.

"I'm just tired is all" I squeak.

"Too much sex last night Li?!"

His question startles me. Considering I've not had a girlfriend in the two
years where's he getting this?

"Adams pretty good looking ? He not your type?" He explains with a tilt to
his head. Gawking at me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"What?" I say startled?! He knows? How. When. Why.

"Or there's always johnny? He's definitely got something about him."

I stare at him. For what seems like minutes. Eventually I pull every
courageous bone in my body together and reply.

"What you talking about?" I winge. Sounding angry. Oh no.

"We'll your gay so I thought I'd try and set you up with someone"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Niall, my Niall who I adore wants to set me up. I begin
to cry. No not here. Not now. He quickly glances in my eye. His pupils are
so dark and dilated. His arm reaches for my shoulder but I pull away and
stand up. Immediately he repeats my actions and grabs me in a bear hug. My
head on his chest. The tears are everywhere now.  He grabs my hair and
fists through it, slowly touching my cheek. I've never felt his touch this
way before. We've always joked around and hugged. But I feel different. And
I think he does too. Before I know it he's got me at arms length staring
wildly over my half naked body and runs his fingers down my chest. His eyes
have gone dark. What's he thinking? Tell me please.

I take my sun glasses off and my eyes are all puffy and red. He wipes the
tear from my eye and rubs it on his shorts.

"You know I don't care you're gay right? I don't think the other lads know
so if you don't want to tell anyone yet, it's okay. You're okay" his words
fall nervously from his lips and I can't look him in the eye. His blue
eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes.

"It's you" I murmur. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck what am I doing. "It's you who made
me like this" what am I doing! Shut up. I can't control my words and I'm
shaking like a leaf.

He stares helplessly at the ground as if he's lost. His eyes wander around
us but mine are kept solely on his.

"Oh" he replies.

Oh? Oh fuck? Oh yes? Oh no? What!?

"Well uhmm" he continues his speech. But his eyes are still in the world
around us. Not on me.

"Are you sure?" He mutters

I continue staring at him and I think he gets it. I love him. We both turn
to the other boys to make sure they're still in the water. Zayne is on
Harry's shoulders and Louis is splashing them. They're having so much
fun. Niall giggles. His lips so wide with his perfect teeth on show.

"They're so childish sometimes but Louis makes me laugh." He says through
his smile. "Come on, lets go have fun. We only have another day left here"
he grabs my hand and marches me to the ocean. The Mediterranean is so
clear. You can see the ground from 2 metres deep. Beautiful. Like Irish.

We joke around and laugh for the rest of the afternoon, tickling splashing
and pushing each other.

When sunset arrives we are back at the villa and Harry is making
dinner. Nuggets and chips. Oh what an inventive chef he is. Chips were
soggy and the nuggets were burnt. But we all choked it down not wanting to
upset him. I'm sitting across from Niall. Irish as I call him. And he kicks
my shin gently. His eyes dart to the stairs and I nod in agreement. When
Louis and I have done the dishes it's 9pm. Irish is upstairs and I decided
to breath and make my way to his room. Standing nervously at the door I
knock and enter...

"Sit down Liam. Please" he explains. In a surprisingly good mood given the
situation I've put him in.

"What's up Irish." I whisper, staring blankly at his cute face. I've spent
so much time watching him I know it better than my own. The dimple on his
right cheek or the frown lines on his forehead.

And before I know it he grabs my hair and throws me onto the bed. His arms
searching my body as if I'm carrying a gun. His lips slowly reach mine and
with his eyes closed he kisses me. This is it. This is what it feels like
to kiss him. My head goes dizzy and I start to see black spots in my
eyes. His tongue explores my mouth like a new found land and I can taste
his sweet minty taste. My hands are now on his back scratching through his
Abercrombie hoody and I start to pull it off. He stops me.

"What are you doing!" He shouts.  "Uhm, I thought, I just, I wanted, you
are.." I had no words for this situation. Irish stares at me in horror and
then I realise. He's talking to himself.  "Well... You were undressing me?"
His smile is so shy but cheeky looking how could I not take his clothes
off?

"I've wanted this for so long." I gasp as he bites down on my neck.

His teeth and tongue explore my now bare torso and the pleasure is
amazing. New. He sucks on my left nipple whilst using his hands to massage
the right on. The elongate with his sensitive but somehow naughty
touch. What's he thinking? Is he gay. Surely I would know? I thought all
gays had some sort or radar with these things. Although I'm not the most
experienced. Without thinking I grab his Ireland in my hand and stroke it
gently. His eyes are tightly shut and his lips are apart. He's
moaning. Which means he likes it. YES! My subconscious does a lap of the
field with a victory sign. I slowly pull his pants down all the way and
remove his ck boxers. They outline his bulge so perfectly. His 7" member
springs up and hits his chest. I stare at him aimlessly and he nods. I
slowly wrap my lips around the head and begin my slow journey down his
shaft. I inhale the beautiful scent of him. I play with his balls whilst my
tongue explores forbidden Ireland. I gaze at him with my dark eyes but his
head is back. His hips thrust to the motion of my sucking and he's just a
little too rough. I don't care. My throat accepts him and my mouth is
pushed tightly against his pelvis. He squirms and squeals.

"Fuuuuuck Liam." He whispers

His voice gives me a motive to to suck harder nibbling him on my way
back. My throat is in agony but I'd do this forever. I play with his head
for a moment and he cums. Squirt after squirt of pure white, fruity tasting
liquid. I swallow most of it with some dribbling down my chin and onto his
legs. He flinches. I'm done. He's done. It's done. Ireland has allowed me
this. Was it out of attraction? Desperation or pity? I don't know but I
really don't mind. I'd blow him all day.

We lie in silence for what seems like a lifetime not saying a word. I'm
scared he's regretting it or ends up hating me. And before I know it he's
wrapping his arms around me. His nose nuzzling in my hair taking in my
scent of cum, sweat and head and shoulders. I kiss his chest and he groans.

"you should really go back to your room Li, it's getting late and I've
still got to Skype my brother."

I die inside. I don't want to leave him. Ever.

"Oh, uhm yeah sure. What was this Niall? What does it mean?" I explain my
voice sounding a tad desperate.

"It means you just sucked my dick and I enjoyed it. Lets not Look further
into it yet okay? Goodnight." And like that, I'm lying in my own bed,
crying into my pillow.

When sunrise comes I'm wide awake. Too many thoughts. Will breakfast be
awkward? Will Niall want me to do it again? Will he hate me? Oh god please
don't hate me. My subconscious slaps himself together and tells me to shut
up. I listen for once and grab my shorts leaving my toned abs on show. I
make my way downstairs and Harry is making something.

"Eggs?" he whispers

He's in his Abercrombie boxers again. My god. I gulp and give him a silent
nod.

He plates up my over cooked eggs and burnt toast. Yum.

"What are we doing today?" I murmur.

"Uhm, I think Zayne want to go see a football match or something. I don't
really care, it's our last day and I'm tired!" He looks too good to be
tired and he explains our plans. His hair. The image of so many teens as
the masturbate themselves I'm sure. His cheeky grin with his cherub-like
smile. His biggish lips and beautiful white teeth. This boy, was hot.

"Nialler!" Harry shouts, livening up.

Shit. Ireland is here. What's he going to do. Say. How's he going to
act. I'm scared.

As he walks past his hand reaches the small of my back and slides up and
down, Harry is pre-occupied watching the flat screen in the kitchen. He's
smiling at me.

"Good morning" he whispers

"Hi" I reply, looking confused and shocked.