Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2013 01:28:48 +0800
From: Graeme Brown <wee.bruno@gmail.com>
Subject: Different Directions chapter 3

Here's my 3rd chapter to different directions. Thanks guys! I've had some
great feedback and hopefully the more I write the more I get. Thanks again
for letting me use the site :) makes me happy.

Chapter 3

I woke up around 7am, hot. Harry has his legs intertwined between mine with
his lips parted slightly. Beads of sweat drip down from his curly locks.
How can he sleep! He seems to be smiling. It's cute. His arm is rested on
my chest and his other hand is interlocked with my own. Oh. This is
interesting. Dare I move? I decided to lie there basking in this wonderful
heat. I feel wanted. Needed. Something I desire from Ireland. My mind
wanders into thoughts of Ireland and his err Ireland. I crave it. When will
he give it to me?

"Morning" I hear a faint whisper from his parted lips. He looks rested.
Noticing our position he apologies and stands.

"It's cool" I tell him, maybe too eager. He winks. Damn. He looks good.

He turns his back and slowly walks out the door. His boxers fitting tightly
around his amazing body. They basically cuddle him. His back has all the
right tones, muscles and I'm left admiring him. Maybe that's what he
wanted?

Seconds later Louis come barging in singing about our trip to LA. he's
excited. I'm excited. He does a few rounds of the room then leaves. I stand
up notice something. I'm naked.  What the fuck? I'm dazzled by the sight of
my own dick. Why am I naked? I ponder. Then it hits me. No, surely
not. Surely Harry and I didn't.... Fuck. Did we?

In the shower I take a few extra minutes than normal to rewash myself.
Reaching for the Nivea body wash I trail my hands all over my body. Paying
extra attention in between my legs. I wash my testicles and then reach up
and grab my member. Stroking it gently. I squeeze the head and twist my
hands around. It feels good. I stroke it a few more times and I'm hard.
Very hard. And horny. I begin to ruthlessly tug at my member and let out a
slight whimper. Too rough. Toning it down a notch I continue and start to
caress my balls. Amazing. Using both hands I pleasure myself thinking of
Harry draped around me this morning and nails dick in my mouth. My mouth in
his dick. His mouth over my dick and my dick in his mouth. It all gets too
much and before I can aim, I come. Shot after shot pours on the tiles on
the wall and I'm squirming on the spot. I sit down with the water running
through my hair and down past my legs...

We're on the flight to LA and I begin to share Louis excitement. Los
Angeles! We have such a busy 5 days ahead of us. From photo shoots,
talkshows, a few red carpet events and a party at Simons place. Uncle
Simon. Cowell that is. Apparently Justin will be there! I haven't seen him
since the live shows on xfactor! This will be a good trip!

We finally land after a quick stopover in New York and in exhausted. I was
sitting next to Harry on the plane and his snoring kept me up. He was
close. His head sometimes laying on my shoulder. I few times I leaned over
and inhaled his godly scent from his hair.

At the hotel we have 2 rooms, luck - or careful planning with our security
team - land me an Niall in the same room. Single beds. Gutted. I smile at
him as we get our instructions and start to unpack my suitcase. I take my
guitar out and start strumming a melody I've been working on. Niall is
watching me. Fuck his eyes. I stop and he nods as if I'm to continue. I
wrote a song a few weeks ago about Ireland and about my lust and want for
him. Should I really be playing it. In front of Niall. I shrug and
continue.

"You're still too far, still to far, from me.  And I'm begin my heart
beggin my heart, please Can you see me or do you see her Isit just me or am
I falling apart"

I strum chords whilst singing to him.

His eyes light up with excitement and praise. I turn shy and blush.

"That's amazing, what's it called?" He demands

"Wanting you"

Fuck. I say those two words far too seriously and he glances away. Shy?
Embarrassed? Disgusted? Tell me babe please!

He stares at me intently for what seems like forever. Never blinking I
repeat his actions. He walks forward and lies on the bed next to me. Eyes
on me. All me. Gazing at me like I'm on show he lifts his head to my
face. He plants a soft kiss on the side of my lips and turn to face him. He
repeats only this time I respond. And before I know it, my hands are all
over his body. My heart and soul aches for this boy he must see it. Sense
it. Feel it. My lips caress his jaw line, and down his throat. Nibbling on
the collar bone I stare at Irish. He's perfect. His eyes are dark. I think
it's lust. I hope it's lust. I'm lying on top of him, pressing my weight
down slowly riding him fully clothed. His hands scratch my back through my
t shirt, and it's achingly amazing. My lips are smothered in his and my
hands are on either side of the pillow his head between. He pushes me
further up and lifts up my shirt inhaling into my chest. Nivea. I love
you. It seems to send him into a craze and he's sucking on my abs, working
his tongue all around my stomach, dipping his tongue into my naval. It's
beautiful. My dick is pulsing with his touch and I now have a full hard on
under my jeans. He smiles and licks his lips. He undoes my belt and takes
my trousers off. Slow. Peeling back the waistband my dick springs out like
a jack in the box and he starts giggling.

"What?" I moan, embarrassed.

"You gave me a fright is all. Almost lost an eye!" He jokes.

His laugh. Fuck me dead. His laugh. It's amazing. I want it as my
ringtone. Irish accent coming through slightly with his cute snorts and
girlish high pitched breathing so he doesn't suffocate.

He stops. And stares at me with increasing tension. He pulls the collar of
my shirt done towards my face so he's staring right into my eyes. To my
soul. His lips attack me with the utmost force and I allow it. His tongue
invading my mouth touching my throat. It's hard and fast. And passionate.
Passion. The key ingredient to any kiss. And Niall definitely succeeds. Our
faces pushing against each other with such force my lips are sore. It's
worth it. His eyes are closed and soft whimpers come from within my mouth.
His hands places at the back of my head presses mine to his. Passion. He
eventually allows me to breath and I Stare at him. Serious eyes and
expression. Panting loudly.

From nowhere he yanks his trousers off and flips me so I'm facing down.
Naked. I hear him in his wallet and he rips a foil packet and discards the
wrapping on the floor. I'm stunned.

Thanks for reading chapter 3 guys. And remember to support nifty.org and
give a donation if you can :) again. I know nothing about the boys
orientation or anything like that. This story is fictional and made by me
with some inspiration from a few other direction stories on nifty. Thanks
:) graeme! Oh and another thing! Please send me some feedback! I love
it. Makes my day!