When Liam wakes up, naked, with Niall laying on top of him, he is beyond confused. He flees the scene, seeking Louis out for advice. With Louis’ help, Liam is able to realize the feelings he had been suppressing. He can only hope Niall feels the same way.
Warning: Explicit. Mature Content.
Liam awoke with a weight on his chest. He tried to open his eyes, but was blinded by the light streaming through the curtains. He noticed that he also had a pounding headache. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temple, silently cursing Louis for making him drink.
He went to lift his left arm, but it seemed to be stuck. There was a groan. The weight on his chest shifted slightly. Liam forced his eyes open, alarmed by the presence of another human being in his bed.
He calmed when he saw that it was just Niall sprawled across him. He relaxed, placing his hand on Niall’s back between his shoulder blades.
“…wait,” he whispered. He looked down curiously at the young man who was asleep on him. He noticed that neither him nor Niall was wearing a shirt. He swallowed hard and peeked under the blankets that covered them. He quickly dropped them and tried not to panic.
He didn’t want to move too much out of fear of waking Niall, but he also didn’t want to lay in the bed anymore. He wanted to get up. He wanted to run far away until he could remember exactly what happened last night. He wanted to find his pants.
Liam carefully lifted Niall’s arm off of him and guided his head from his chest to the pillow. Niall adapted quickly, snuggling into the pillow. He barely even stirred. Liam smiled at the man, amazed that he could sleep through anything. He dropped his smile quickly. He grabbed his pants and shirt from the floor and exited the room as fast and as quietly as he could.
Liam knocked forcefully on Louis’ door. Louis opened the door with a smile, wearing nothing but his shorts. His hair was a mess. It was clear that he only woken up a few minutes before.
“Well, you’re not room service,” Louis said. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “What can I do for you this lovely morning? You look positively frantic.”
“I need to talk to you,” Liam demanded. “Now. Like right now. At this moment.”
“Calm down, princess,’ Louis said. “Can’t you come back in, like, twenty minutes?”
“No. Now. Your food can wait. You can eat while I talk. I don’t care.”
“Well, it’s not just me in here,” Louis admitted. His smile never faltered. Liam rolled his eyes and pushed past him.
“Come on, Harry,” Liam said. “Get up. I need to borrow your boyfriend. Make yourself scarce.”
“Why do you need mine?” Harry asked as Liam threw his pants at him. “Don’t you have Niall for that?”
Liam glared at the younger man. “Out. Now. GO,” he practically yelled. He could see that Harry was joking, but Liam wasn’t in the mood to joke at the moment and certainly not about Niall.
“Fine. I’m going. Shit.” Harry pulled on his pants and slung his shirt over his shoulder.
“I’ll send your food down to your room, baby,” Louis said. He wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him close, kissing him passionately on the lips. Memories from the night before flooded Liam’s mind. He had to look away.
“Alright, what’s so important that you’re interrupting my life?” Louis asked. He sat across the bed from Liam. He crossed his legs and propped his head up with his fists. He was still smiling.
“Can you at least pretend to be serious for like five minutes?” Liam asked.
“Already, snippy, I don’t know what your problem is, but I haven’t done anything to you,” Louis said sternly. “You came in here demanding my full attention, kicking Harry out of my room, then you’re snappy and nasty. No. If you want to talk, I’m here, but I won’t take you being mean to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Liam said. He ran his hands over his face. “I think I messed up last night, Lou. Like seriously messed up.”
“Ok,” Louis said. He straightened his back and gave Liam his full attention. “What happened? Or what do you think happened?”
“That’s what I’m here for,” Liam said. “What did I do last night? What happened? I don’t remember anything. I mean, I remember…stuff, but I don’t remember how I got to that point.”
“What stuff?” Louis asked.
“That is not important right now,” Liam said, trying to keep his voice even.
“Alright, but you didn’t, like, kill anyone, right? I don’t want to be an accessory,” Louis said. Liam glared at him. “Alright. Just trying to ease the tension. You’re freaking me out.”
“Ok,” Louis continued. “We went out. You were sober. I talked you into a drink, then another. Then it was all you. I will not take responsibility for the amount of alcohol you consumed. I actually tried to stop you.”
“You’re not on trial, Lou,” Liam reminded him.
“Right,” he said. “Anyway, you got really drunk. It got to the point where we had to start trading your drinks with soda when you weren’t looking. We were all drunk, but you were just gone.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
“Ok. Well, nothing else really happened,” Louis said. “Zayn got bored and went back to his room. You were really touchy. You were hanging all over us, Niall especially.” Liam’s stomach turned. “You were going on how you loved everyone. You know, usual drunk behavior. At about one, we decided to go back to our rooms. I went to my room with Harry. Niall said he’d get you to your room, so we parted. I didn’t see you after that.”
“Was Niall drunk?”
“Yea, we all were, but he wasn’t as drunk as you. None of us were,” Louis said. “Did I help?”
“Not really,” Liam admitted. He buried his face in his hands.
“Li, what happened?” Louis placed a caring hand on Liam’s knee, squeezing gently. Liam shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about it. “You can tell me. I won’t judge you or anything.”
Liam scoffed. There was a knock on the door. Louis got up to answer it. He directed the waiter to Harry’s room with his food then brought his own into the room. The smell of the food made Liam feel sick. He gripped his stomach.
“Here,” Louis said, handing him toast. “Eat this. I know you don’t want to, but it’ll make you feel better.”
Liam forced himself to take a bit of the bread. It felt like concrete turning in his mouth. He swallowed thickly. He reached over to Louis tray and took his water, which he finished in one gulp.
“Yeah, that’s fine. You can have that,” Louis said sarcastically.
“How do you guys do this all the time?” Liam asked.
“It’s not so bad after a while. I rarely even get hung-over anymore,” Louis said, stuffing his pancakes in his mouth.
“I’m not sure that’s something to brag about.”
Louis looked down at his plate. “We were supposed to share our breakfasts,” Louis said. “I didn’t want all pancakes.”
“Sorry I ruined your breakfast,” Liam said.
“It’s fine,” Louis responded. “There will be plenty more. You can make it up to me though by telling me what you did that’s making you so sick.”
Liam took another bite of the toast to occupy his mouth. He chewed slowly. Louis watched him, his eyebrow raised.
“I slept with Niall,” Liam said finally. Louis coughed, nearly choking on the pancakes he had failed to swallow. He gasped and properly swallowed, washing it down with his orange juice.
“Excuse me, you what?” Louis asked. “You slept with Niall? Like you slept with him? Or you slept with him?”
“The latter,” Liam said. Louis’ mouth hung open. “Close your mouth. What happened to not judging me?”
“Oh, sweetie, I am not judging you,” Louis said. “I, of all people, am not judging you. I’m just shocked. What? I can’t…even. What?”
“I don’t know, Louis,” Liam said. “I don’t know. I woke up and he was there, sleeping nearly on top of me. And he was naked. And I was naked. And all I remember comes back in flashes. And…”
“Ok, calm down,” Louis said. “Deep breaths. Deep breaths.”
“I’m freaking out, Louis.”
“I noticed,” Louis said. He pushed his tray of food away from him. It bothered Liam how calm Louis was about this whole thing. “Why?”
“Why? Why am I freaking out?” Liam asked, incredulously. “Were you not listening? I had sex with Niall. Niall, who is my best friend. Who is our band mate. Who is a guy.”
“Oh, stop pretending you’re not gay,” Louis said. He lifted his fork and stabbed at his pancakes.
“Liam, you’re gay and you’ve been dating Niall for years. You just weren’t aware of it until this morning—well, last night technically, I guess,” Louis said. He stared Liam straight in the eyes. He wanted to argue, but he knew he couldn’t.
He had been questioning his sexuality for years. He was never able to say the words “I’m gay” because he never truly believed them. He was still attracted to women, which only confused him more. He wasn’t gay. If anything, he was bisexual.
“I’m not gay,” Liam said. Louis made a face at him. “I may be bisexual, but I’m not gay.”
“Same difference,” Louis said. “My statement still stands.”
“If we’ve been ‘dating for years,’ as you say, why are you so shocked?”
“Because you’re both so freaking repressed, I thought you’d just die before either of you admitted it,” Louis said, matter of factly. “If knew all it took was getting you drunk, I would have done it year ago.”
“I thought you weren’t taking the blame for me getting drunk.”
“Well, if you end up in a long, happy relationship, then I’ll claim it until the day I die,” Louis said.
“You are getting way ahead of yourself,” Liam said.
“Why? I don’t even know why you’re not in your room with Niall right now,” Louis said.
“Because…beacause…” Liam stammered.
“Because you freaked out, which isn’t really out of character for you,” Louis said. “But now you’re fine.”
“Damn it, Liam, stop being so stubborn,” Louis said. “Let me clear this up for you since you’re not getting there by yourself: you’re in love with Niall. Period. You protect him like no one I’ve ever seen. You’re always cuddling with him. You take him out all the time. You get really fidgety when you don’t sit next to him. You look at him like Harry looks at me, and if that’s not love, my whole life is a lie.
“It’s ok, Liam,” Louis continued. “It’s ok to love him.”
Liam felt like he couldn’t breath again. He felt like a million emotions were hitting him in the face all at one. He closed his eyes and thought back on the past two years of his life. Louis was right. He might have been suppressing the emotion, but he definitely had feelings for Niall. The revelation terrified him.
“But what if…what if he doesn’t feel the same,” Liam said. He couldn’t look Louis in the eyes. He still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the conversation.
“You’re a moron,” Louis said. “Niall wouldn’t just sleep with someone, no matter how drunk he was, he didn’t love. We both know that.” Liam nodded. “Go talk to him, Liam.”
“Liam, I love you. I really do, but one—you’re just stalling the inevitable, two—you left Niall alone in your room. He probably woke up alone and feels ashamed because you just let him like a one night stand,” Louis said. “And three—I need to go to Harry’s room to get the other half of my breakfast.”
Louis got up, pulling Liam up after him. He gently pushed Liam out the door, following behind him with his half eaten pancakes in hand. They parted in the hallway. Liam stopped after a couple steps and turned around.
“Louis,” he called. Louis turned to face him. “Thank you. For listening to me and making me see things I should have seen a long time ago. Just…thank you.”
Louis smiled and took three strides and wrapped his arms around Liam. “It’s what I’m here for, Li.”
They parted and Liam continued toward his room. He stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. He searched his pockets for his key, but it wasn’t there.
“Of course,” he said to himself. “Let’s just make this a little more awkward.” He knocked on the door, hoping Niall hadn’t gone back to his own room. He was about to walk away when the knob turned and the door opened.
“I left my key,” Liam said seeing Niall’s confused face. The younger man hadn’t gotten fully dressed yet and stood in the doorway wearing only shorts. It was making it harder for Liam to concentrate.
“Oh,” Niall said. He stepped out of the way, so Liam could enter the room. Liam sat down on the bed and looked at the wreckage around him. The blankets where thrown over the floor, leaving only the sheet on the bed. The bottom sheet was pulled off the bottom corner. There were clothes everywhere.
His face burned bright red when he noticed the condom hanging from the bin and his bottle of lube on the floor. He kicked it under the bed out of sight. Despite the embarrassment, he smiled.
“I’ll just…go,” Niall said, picking up his shirt was the floor. Liam grabbed his hand as he turned away. Niall stared down at him.
“Don’t,” Liam said. “Not yet. We…need to talk.”
Niall pulled his hand from Liam’s grasp, sighed and sat on the bed next to Liam, as far as he could from him. He shifted so he was sitting on the side of his leg more than his butt.
“Are you ok?” Liam asked. Niall just stared at him. Liam’s face burned again. “Sorry…I…I’m sorry. This is just…I don’t know how to have this conversation.”
Niall just stared down at his hands. His face was bright red. He kept shifting, trying to find position that was comfortable. Liam wished he would say something. Anything. He wanted to know how Niall felt about the previous night, but he couldn’t think of a way to word the question.
“Ok, I’m just going to talk,” Liam said. “I might start rambling. I’m already rambling, but just let me. I don’t think there’s any other way for me to say what I want to say.” He looked up at Niall for acknowledgement. He nodded slightly, so Liam continued.
“I’ve handled this poorly, thus far,” he started. “And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left this morning. It must have looked like I was running away but that’s because I was. I was scared, and I couldn’t remember everything, so I fled. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.
“I don’t even think I really know what I was scared of until I went and talked to Louis,” Liam continued. “I thought it was because we slept together.” Niall took in a huge breath. “But it wasn’t.” Niall let out the breath. “I have feelings for you, Niall. I always have and I just ignored them. The only thing I regret about last night was that I don’t remember all of it. I think…I’m done now.”
Niall was staring at Liam, his brows scrunched together in confusion. Liam thought for sure Niall was going to reject him. His stomach flipped. He felt like time had slowed down, maybe even stopped. He hung his head, ready to admit defeat and deal with embarrassment.
Then Niall punched him in the arm. “Asshole,” he said. Liam grabbed his arm and looked at Niall in shock. “You just leave and leave me here worried that you were going to hate me forever only to come back an hour later and confess your love for me? You are. So bad at this.”
“Yeah, I said I was sorry and that I handled it poorly,” Liam said. “Did you have to hit me?”
Niall shrugged. “You kind of deserved it,” he said. His stern, confused expression was replaced with a small smile. He cupped his hand on the back of Liam’s neck and pulled him to him. Their lips met. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to raise Liam’s body temperature.
“If it makes you feel better,” Niall said as they broke a part, their foreheads still pressed together. “I remember it and it wasn’t that great.”
“Why would that make me fell better?” Liam asked. Niall shrugged and kissed him again.
“Well, you can’t expect much,” he said. “We were both drunk. You were really drunk, Liam.”
“So I’ve been told,” he groaned.
“Well,” Niall said, laying back on the bed. “We could try again.” He smiled cheekily pulling Liam down to him.
“Are you sure you’re…” he started. Niall cut him off with his lips.
“Be gentle,” he said as his response. He pulled Liam’s shirt over his head and attached his lips to his neck. Niall locked his legs around Liam’s pressing their bodies closer together. Liam was shocked by his actions. He would’t have thought Niall to act like this. Not that he was complaining.
Liam’s hands roamed over Niall’s body as the younger man sucked gently on his neck. One hand laid to the right of Niall’s head, holding himself up and the other gripped Niall’s hip. Their hips pressed together, their erections rubbing against each other through the fabric of their pants.
“Ugh,” Niall groaned, detaching from Liam’s neck. He pressed his hips harder against Liam’s. “Liam,” he breathed. “Please.”
Liam got up from the bed and got down on his hands and knees, reaching for the bottle he kicked under the bed earlier. He placed the bottle on the bed and stepped out of his jeans. Niall licked his lips as he watched the nude man climb back on the bed and back in between his legs.
Niall lifted his hips from the bed; Liam hooked his finger on the elastic band of Niall’s shorts and pulled them up and off, tossing them to the side. He pushed Niall’s legs apart further and propped a pillow under his hips. He looked over the man’s body, suddenly nervous. He had never done this before—well, he had, but he didn’t remember it and apparently it was bad.
As if he could sense Liam’s apprehension, Niall pulled Liam back to his lips and kissed him passionately. “I love you,” he whispered as they pulled a apart.
“I love you,” Liam said back. Niall ran his knuckles along Liam’s cheek, down his chest and brushed them against his erection. Goosebumps erupted all over Liam’s body. Niall smiled and pressed the bottle of lube to Liam’s chest.
Liam took the bottle and opened it. He licked his lips nervously as he poured the liquid on three of his fingers. He closed the bottle and set it to the side. Niall repositioned himself, pulling the pillow up higher, exposing himself fully to Liam.
Liam took a deep breath and inserted his index finger into Niall. Niall gasped and gripped the sheets.
“I’m fine,” Niall said. He pushed down on Liam’s finger. Liam began moving in and out of him. He felt Niall begin to relax around him. “More.” Liam added another finger moving them together and apart inside Niall’s body.
“Oh, Liam,” Niall moaned. “More.” Liam added the last finger. Niall pressed forcefully down on his fingers, wanting, needing more. “Oh,” he breathed. His left hand found his way to his cock and started tugging. He bit his lip, but the groans managed to escape.
Liam palmed his own erection; watching his fingers disappear into Niall, watching the younger man touch himself, watching him squirm with pleasure. It was all too much for him. He could have came right then, but he stopped. He pulled Niall’s hand way from his cock and pulled his finger from inside him.
He reached for the lube as he leaned forward and kissed Niall. Niall took the bottle from his hand and poured a generous amount into his palm. He reached down and gripped Liam’s penis, coating it thoroughly. Liam closed his eyes, enjoying Niall’s touch. Niall stopped suddenly. He used the excess lube to prepare his entrance and laid back, waited for Liam.
Liam lined himself up to Niall’s hole. He pushed into him slowly, carefully. Niall gasped and gripped the sheets.
“Stop asking,’ Niall demanded. “Just keep going.” Liam kissed him and continued to move inside of him. Niall wrapped his legs around Liam’s waist, pulling him closer, bringing him inside him faster. His legs dropped when Liam was all the way inside. His mouth hung open slightly.
Liam kissed his open mouth, amazed at how amazing Niall felt around him. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. Niall smiled as he panted.
“Move,” he said. Liam pulled out of him then pushed back in. Niall started to relax around him making it easier for Liam to build up a steady rhythm.
Liam’s mouth hung open as he thrusts into Niall. He wanted to make some sound—any sound—but nothing came out. All he could concentrate on was Niall’s warmth engulfing him. He panted.
Liam rested his hands on either side of Niall’s head, positioning their bodies closer together and giving him better leverage. Niall’s hand wrapped around Liam’s arms and clung to his shoulders.
“L-liam,” Niall stammered. The tip of his erection grazed against Liam’s stomach as the older man thrust into him. He pressed his head further into the pillow. His grip tightened on Liam’s shoulders. “Oh, god. D-don’t stop. Fuck.”
Niall bucked his hips downward, meeting Liam’s rhythm with ferocity. Liam’s body began to shake. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He white-knuckled the sheets by Niall’s head.
“Niall, I can’t…I’m going to…” Niall pulled him down and kissed him with all the passion his body could muster. Liam came inside of him. He grabbed Niall’s penis as he rode out his orgasm.
The feeling of Liam’s warmth filling him combined with his hand wrapped around him, sent Niall over the edge. His fingernails dug into Liam’s back as he came hard over their chests. Liam kissed Niall again, quickly and sloppily before he pulled out of him completely and fell on the bed next to him.
They were both panting hard. Niall, too exhausted to move very much, reached over and hooked his pinky with Liam’s. Liam smiled at the small gesture, never feeling move loved in his life.
“So,” Liam said once his breathing steadied. “Better than last night?”
Niall laughed softly. “Yes,” he said. “So much better.”
They turned their heads to face each other; their bodies so close that their noses almost touched. They smiled. Liam stretched and kissed Niall on the nose. The younger man found the energy to move and cuddled into Liam’s chest where he fell asleep.
Liam wrapped his arms around Niall, caressing his back lovingly before falling asleep with the comfort of Niall’s weight on his chest.