Warning: If you don't like boyxboy or any kind of stories alike, there's a back button. I warned you. So it's not my fault if you find this awkward and stupid and immature and anything related! I'm not  responsible for any kind of sickness after reading this. So here we go. Hope you'll enjoy it anyway.

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Niall's P.O.V

I get to bed. Liam is sound asleep. Again. I've signalled him to wait for me the whole day and he just ignores. I miss cuddling up with him. I miss being attached to his perfect abs. I want him to hold me in and caress me...

We've been boyfriend for 2 months. Usually people would think new love was passionate and possessive. Our love, however, is different from all. We only had sex for 3 times and I was always the one who begged for it. To be honest, I hope Liam would be dominant and make his move first sometimes. But of course, again, it is all in my imagination. He never touches me if it's not necessary.

I'm tired of begging for his love. He doesn't need it? Fine. I will do it on my own. I'm really mad at him, but with the boys' presense and because of the band's sake, I can't tell him in front of them. And when I get the chance to be private with him, he sleeps like no tomorrow. Call me a prevert wreck, but that's who I am. What is so wrong about being yourself anyway?

Damn. I throw my blanket on the side of his bed. I can't sleep at the thought of him leaving me alone in the dead of night. I was planning on heating the night up, but finally give in at his loud snore. I know how tired Liam is fake dating Danielle, but if he doesn't try to fix this soon, I guarantee he won't have any soft spot left for me. And I am his real boyfriend.

I angrily get into the bathroom, making sure he is still deeply in his sleep. I don't want to wake him up by this awkward habbit of mine. Honestly, I have a habbit. A bad one. Everyone does. Zayn smokes. Harry flirts with random girls. Louis makes stupid prank. And mine, a little bit private but sick, is masturbate. It's ashamed to say this out loud. But I started this ever since I realised how much I want Liam's body. Sometimes standing next to him makes me have that kind of sexual urge. Something that makes my thing grew bigger and wetter when it reaches its limit. I can't help but feel that heat whenever I see that playful or clueless face of his. But I can never let him notice that. What if he thought I was a disgusting creature and stayed away from me? I didn't want it, so I find myself a way of releasing the stress. Everything went down a bit when Liam said our feeling was mutual. But then as he abandons me, that urge just rises from nowhere at the point it would explode.

I quickly close the door quietly. Thinking of it just makes it go worse. I know I will be in too much trouble if Liam's awake and I am not in the appropriate state. He may just break up with me. I never want that to happen, although it is clear that he does no help being my boyfriend.

I sit down, no, kneel down the cold hard floor after unzipping my pants. My length pops up seductively waiting for my touch. I bite my lips at the sensation. This is my addiction and it takes a strong will to get over it. I think I don't have enough determination for it... I need Liam's help

I touch it and a cold shiver runs down my spine. Pleasant and guilty simultaneously occupies my chest. I miss someone's finger on it for so long. I begin to pump. The guilt dies down, letting the pleasure takes over. I want to be sense the complete feeling of making love, but it is not making love if Liam isn't here. It's pointless... to do it alone.

I bite back a moan. I'm good at it actually. But the tension is too perfect to remain silent. The pre-cum begins to drip down my hand. One drop to another. My hand begins to get wet. My whimper becomes audible. I moan in despair screaming Liam's name. My head goes light, my body gets sweaty, my length is getting bigger and my groan is getting louder and louder.

Liam's P.O.V

I wake up at the strange sound in the bathroom. It must be Niall and he must be having a bath... besides the fact that the sound sounds more like whimpers and moans. I sigh heavily. I know exactly what Niall is doing in there. I know exactly what awkward thing he was trying to talk me into the last few days. I know, but I try to hide it myself. I like doing it, but I just don't like the thought of it. It's weird, isn't it? It's not because I'm a homophobic, I support having sex with the one I love, but the image of having your dick in someone's ass just beats me to the fact that it's disgusting. I have to hold myself back sometimes when Niall tries to kiss me and seduces me with his sexy body. It's probably because I don't want Niall to think I'm just into him for his body. I enjoy every minute spent with him, but I don't want everyone to think of me as his sex partner... Yeah, that's probably it. 

Niall's sound really turns me on. I roll over in my bed trying to get myself to sleep again. My own determination is not good enough for him, needless to say.

The last thing I realise, I am standing up and walking towards the bedroom cautiously. I press my head still to the door. I hear his loud moan... It turns me on. Always. By the look of it, I assume he has almost reached his peak. He doesn't even try to call me. I should just leave him there.

But instead of listening to my brain, my heart has taken control of my hands and decided to tell it to squeeze the knob on the door.

In front of my eyes is Niall. His face is red with pain and pleasure. His hands are still pumping his dick. He jerks up as I open the door. His eyes go wide.

"Holy shit, Liam. It's not what you think!" Words instantly spill out from his mouth. His hands quickly rush up to cover his sensitive places.

I roll my eyes and decide to stay still, seeing what he would do next. My head is dull by the vision.  Mouth hangs open and my eyes fixate on his hands, which are trying to hide something underneath. That's when it stuck me... I want that something. I don't even know what I'm thinking. It's just... he turns me on.

"GET OUT!" Niall shouts angrily as he notices my gaze. I don't know I made him feel bad.

I turn around to face the door, but instead of walking out, I close the door and lock it. I don't care what others think, what Niall thinks. I will do what I am eager to, what I'm capable of.

"The fuck, Liam! Please,g-" He begs me to leave. But it was too late. I've already jumped into his lap and pressed my body against his. His face reddens. I assume he has already known what I want to do next.

"Liam, please, do-" I don't even have ears to hear what he will say. My lips press against his. I back him against the wall passionately. He makes a whimper as he senses my intention.

I remove his hands from his cock. He doesn't even bother to protest. He just gently grab his arms around my neck, peaking my lips while closing the gap between us letting me feel the tense he's having down there in his-

I peak a look, but suddenly get cut off. "Don't stare. It's embarassing."

Niall bites his bottom lips nerviously. I smirk. "Ohhh now you know what's embarassing."

He blushes, but then replies independently. "Y'know, there's a door. Don't do this if you don't want to."

"Do you think I have a choice?" I tease, peaking his lips. He smiles in the kiss and our tongues battle for dominance. He nibbles my bottom lips, sucking, biting passionately as if he was waiting for this for ages. I finally give him what he wants: an entrance. Without hesitation, his tongue rushes into my mouth and explores every single corner of it. I whimper and moan his name. My thing is getting bigger as we lip-lock. My breath hitches. I think I'll pass out if he keeps snogging me like this.

All of a sudden, his hands travel down my bum and squeeze it violently. My body tenses up at his touch. My pants are getting tighter.

Niall notices. With a smirk, he offers. "How about letting me help you unzip that inconvenient pants?"

I blush. I never for once considered my childlike Niall as a little leprechaun, not to mention a devil as he is now. Not waiting for my reply, he takes my pants off and places me on the bathtub. He kneels down on his knees, naked. I now can see his enormous erection. My breath hitches, I choke on my on spit.

Niall laughs at my reaction. "See? Told you you need to train hard to get used to this. I'll make you this big soon."

Finishing the sentence, he kisses the tip of my cock and pumps it. The harder and faster everytime he touches, the more erection I get. My breath gets heavier. I don't even care about breathing. All I care about now is that when Niall will stop torturing me. I don't bother controling the heat streaming down my length at his desperate suck. All of a sudden, shiver begins to run down my spine, pre-cum begins to leak. I can't help doing nothing but try to hold it back. I want Niall.

Reading my mind, Niall stops. "It's about time, I guess."

"Need you ask?" I reply. "Get on your 4's"

Niall obediently gets on his 4's. His ass is captivating. With my trembling finger, I touches his soft spot. He shivers at my touch as whimper escapes. I lick his hot spot and lucbricate it with my spit. Niall seems to know what I am doing and stay still patiently.

I get on top and thrust into him, talking hold of his cock. With every thrust, I pump and squeeze harder. Niall moan, no, whimper, no, scream with every thrust.

"FASTER!" The word escapes his mouth with thousands of other meaningless moans. I pick up my speed and try to please him. We're all sweat and all pleased. I groan his name.

"Niall, I can't hold on any longer."

"Me neither. Just finish it already." He cries.

And at one super pleasant point, we both ejaculate. Him on the floor and me into him. Niall's knees get weak and he collapses on the hard cold floor,  me on top of him.

Not feeling the creepiness, he turns and looks at me. "Best night ever!"

I laugh at his word. "You bet."

Then we lie there speechlessly looking at the mess we made. "Hey Liam," Niall speaks breaking the ice, "do you think we can do it more often?"

"Of course honey. I regret being so neglectful of you and my feeling. It has always been what I wanted,  but I just don't show it... I'll double the pain and make it up to you!"

He laughs. "And the pleasure!"

And there comes the moment when we both stare at each other's eyes. It's been a really long time.

"Do you think we should lie here all night?" Niall asks me innocently.

"Not if you want me to take a bath for you and help you to bed!" I tease

.... But then the shower is turned on and that's no longer a joke!

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THE CREEPIEST WORK EVER! - Mandy