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It’s been a while since they’ve seen each other. Between the solo careers and all of them trying to pretend the hiatus was never supposed to be just temporary, there hasn’t been a lot of down time to talk to each other besides a quick text or a short phone call.
So it’s been nearly nine months since Niall and Liam have seen each other in person, and the last time Niall still had blonde in his hair, and Liam had far less tattoo’s.
Niall’s not staring at them. Only a little bit. Liam had taken his hoodie off a while ago, after Niall had handed him a beer and clicked the telly on mute so they could catch up. He’s seen them of course—hard not to when his band mates and himself are constantly all over the papers. But it’s not the same as seeing them in real life.
Liam’s got his long sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the dark ink on his forearms stark in the low lighting of Niall’s living room. They look good—all of Liam looks good. He’s lost weight, and he’s grown his hair out long on the top. It’s falling softly into his eyes now, the products of the day losing their stiffness. He holds his beer bottle carefully, only half empty when Niall’s already drained his.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he jokes, and Niall flushes.
He clears his throat, pulling at the collar of his shirt. “Sorry, it’s just. You’ve gotten a lot more since I last saw you.”
Liam smiles shyly, placing his bottle down on the coffee table with a clink . “This isn’t even all of them.”
“There’s more?” Niall says, disbelieving. He wishes he had another drink to cover his shock, but he’d be damned to get up and go to the kitchen right now. Liam, saint Payno, who always said he wasn’t going to get a lot of tattoos, has gotten more tattoos than what’s visible to Niall right now.
“Yeah,” Liam says, shifting on the couch. He reaches for his sleeve, trying to push it up, but even the stretchy fabric of the loose shirt won’t bunch up over his massive biceps. Liam blushes, hesitating, and Niall’s stomach swoops.
His fingers twitch forward haltingly, before he false-casually rests his hand on Liam’s knee. “It’s okay if you don’t want to show me. You know I won’t judge you for anything though. Nothing could be worse than Zayn getting Pezza’s face on.”
They both chuckle a little at that memory. They had all tried to tell him it was a bad idea, including Louis and Harry, who had about a million matching couples tattoos. Even they knew it was a horrible idea.
“No, just, um. Don’t laugh, okay?”
“You know I’d never.”
Him and Liam had seen parts of each other they’d never shown to anyone else. The good, the bad, the ugly. The intimate. A new tattoo after nine months of not seeing each other isn’t going to put a dent in anything.
Niall watches Liam take a deep breath, rolling his shoulder back, and has to really wonder what could be so bad that Liam is this nervous to show him. The other man reaches for the back of his shirt and strips it off, revealing tight muscles and a broad chest and…
“Dude! When did you get your nipples pierced?” Niall blurts out, shooting to his feet to move closer to Liam on the couch and peer at his chest. Little silver jewellery slots through the pink nubs, permanently erect now with the bar pierced through them.
Liam shifts uncomfortably, folding his shirt and placing it on the cushion beside him. His pecs pull and relax as he moves, the silver glinting in Niall’s round eyes. “Like, months ago or something. I dunno. Thought it would look cool.”
“It looks hot as fuck! Sorry, inappropriate,” Niall says, his own cheeks pinking.
“Didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” Liam answers, the cocky confidence beginning to creep back into his voice.
Niall smiles. He knows where this is leading. “I’m into anything if it's you, Payno. Can I touch them?”
Liam nods, scooching closer and keeping his arms at his sides so Niall can get a good look. Niall doesn’t miss the ink curling up over Liam’s left bicep, but his eyes are drawn inexplicably to the man’s nipples. He just cups his palms around Liam’s pecs at first, kneading the muscle. Liam’s breath shudders in his chest, but he doesn’t make a sound.
Niall touches the pad of his thumbs to each hard bud lightly, pulling down slightly and watching, fascinated, when they bounce back into their natural position. “That’s so fucking sexy,” he says, holding a bar by the ball on either end. “You ever put dangly ones in?”
Liam giggles slightly, one hand coming up to settle on Niall’s waist. “No, I hadn’t thought of that. It’s just been these ones, for now.”
Niall cocks his head, grinning. “Bet you could get the kind with a chain between, to connect ‘em. The Payne Chain, only here.” He flicks at them and Liam sucks a sharp breath in through his nose.
“You really like them then?”
“Yeah, Liam. I do.” He rubs at them again, pinching them between his fingers and tugging at the jewelry gently. He can see Liam’s trousers tenting from the corner of his eye, but he ignores it. He releases Liam’s nipples and sits back, slinging one arm over the back of the couch. His fingers brush against Liam’s shoulder, and Liam’s hand moves around his side to his back, tugging him closer.
“Tell me about your new tattoo’s then. What are they for?”
Liam gives Niall his own personal tattoo tour, pointing out each one and telling the little story behind it, if there is one. There’s some Liam got just because he likes the look of them.
“And I’m not planning any more, for now,” he says finally, settling into Niall’s side. His prick still hasn’t gone down, and Niall is highly aware of it. His own body is reacting in kind, but since they’re ignoring it, he’s ignoring it.
Niall raises his eyebrow. “That’s what you said about the eagle on your hand the last time we saw each other. Look at you now, all tattooed up and with your fecking nipples pierced. Anything else you’re hiding from me?”
Liam bites his lip.
“There is ! Payno, you can’t hide anything from me!” He says it jokingly, but he means it. Despite the distance between them recently, there’s nothing he would keep from Liam. He’d even told him which songs were about him on the album, and which were about the people he saw after. None of them ever made him feel like Liam does.
“It’s…well, I got it done the same time I got the…the nipple rings. Um.” He rubs at the back of his neck, then coughs into his fist. “It’s—it’s kind of embarrassing, I dunno. I thought it was hot though.” He starts to undo his belt, and Niall nods. He got a thigh tattoo, gotta be.
Liam wiggles out of his jeans, stopping to peel his socks off and bunch them all into a bundle with his shirt. He’s in just his pants now, tight boxer briefs, and there’s no thigh tattoo.
Niall’s mouth drops open when Liam reaches into his pants and draws his prick out. There, shining through the slit and poking out just beneath the base, is a dick piercing.
“No fucking way,” Niall breathes. His eyes are glued to the little metal poking from Liam’s cock, until Liam cups his hand over it and shields it from view.
His cheeks are burning red when Niall looks back up at him. “I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea. And it hurt like a motherfucker to get done, but. Like, it’s so sensitive. When I wank off it’s like—nothing I’ve ever felt before. And when…like,” he hesitates, eyes flicking from his cock to Niall’s face.
Niall smile mellows a bit, but he pats at Liam’s bare knee. “You can say, Liam. You know I’ve not been…you know I’ve been around.”
Liam coughs. “I’ve heard from…partners, that, um, it feels really nice? Like, inside and stuff.”
Movement catches Niall’s eyes, and he glances down to see Liam rubbing his open palm over the tip. Suddenly, he’s wearing way too many clothes.
“Prove it,” he quips, stripping his shirt off and struggling out of his shorts and pants. Liam groans, eyes raking over Niall’s body.
He’s not shy about it, like he used to be. Like they both used to be. But where Liam’s worked hard in the gym for a body he feels comfortable in, Niall just learned to love his how it is.
He does stop to fold his clothes though, that itch in the back of his brain preventing him from chucking them haphazardly and pouncing on Liam like he wants to. This also gives him time to reach between the cushions and pull out a small bottle of lube and a condom.
Liam raises his eyebrows at him. Niall shrugs. “Never know when you’ll need to be prepared.”
He knocks Liam’s hand away from his cock and climbs over his lap, spreading his thighs over Liam’s. He hands the man the lube and drops the condom on the cushion beside them, then reaches for Liam’s cock.
“Get going Liam, you know what to do,” he urges when Liam doesn’t move.
Liam startles into action, pouring lube over his fingers and reaching around Niall’s arse to get to his hole. Niall pays that no mind, carefully lifting Liam’s cock in one hand, touching the tip of his forefinger to the jewellery in it. He slides his finger around the pushed-open slit, the metal warm from Liam’s body heat and wet from his precum. Liam jolts when he pushes on it a bit, the other end moving outward from the underside.
“Did you have to pull your foreskin back to do it?” Niall assumes, humming as one of Liam’s fingers pushes inside him. He’d noticed how far down his foreskin had pulled, tight and fully revealing the head like it only used to when Liam was really fucking turned on.
“Yeah,” Liam breathes, glancing down between them where Niall is playing with his piercing. “Was hard to keep it clean, after. Because they’re so prone to infections, like. Kinda got hard every time I had to do it, forcing the head out. Hurt so bad but it felt good too.”
Niall cups his hand over the head, twisting and pulling up. Liam’s breath hitches, and he slips another finger into Niall in retaliation. Niall pushes down against them, but it isn’t a good angle. That’s fine. It’s just for prep anyway.
“Hey,” Liam says suddenly. “You haven’t even kissed me yet. Have some decorum, Horan.”
They both chuckle, and Niall lifts his head. “Yes, you’re right. Let me kiss you my love.”
Liam rolls his eyes, rubbing the knuckles of his free hand under Niall’s chin and tugging him forward gently. He kisses him tenderly, swallowing Niall’s gasp when he edges in a third finger.
“You’re still just as good as that as you’ve always been,” he murmurs against Liam’s lips, kissing him again.
“And you’re just as beautiful as ever,” Liam answers, kissing back fiercely. “Just as funny. More confident though. I like it.”
“Had to find it somewhere, going solo and all.” Niall tugs at Liam’s cock, a long, slow stroke. “Now show me just how good this piercing can really feel.”
“Fuck, you’re so saucy.”
“Saucy?” Niall snorts. Liam blushes, shrugging and taking his fingers away from Niall’s body. “You truly have a way with words.”
Liam nips at Niall’s jaw, sliding the condom on and pouring lube over his dick. “Don’t mock me.”
“ Fuck me,” Niall demands, grinning.
“Alright, alright. C’mere.” He holds his prick steady while Niall pushes up on his knees, inching closer to get into position. “Your knees still giving you trouble?” Liam asks, steadying Niall with his clean hand on his hip.
Niall shrugs, easing downwards. “Some days are worse than others.” He puts his hands on Liam’s shoulders, breath hitching as the head pops through.
He feels it immediately, though minimally. The two little balls of the jewellery rub against his walls slightly, a hard drag that makes Niall moan quietly. The stretch is something he’s used to, although it’s been a while since he’s done it this way. And nothing will ever compare to the feeling of Liam’s big cock pushing him open.
“ Shit. Missed this. You’re so fucking big, shit .” He sinks down all the way, throwing his head back and giving himself a moment to adjust, to breathe. Liam wipes his hand clean on his own pants, and places both gently on Niall’s hips. He fits his thumbs into the grooves of the bone, skimming back and forth. Niall’s cock perks up, having gone half-soft during the whole ordeal.
Liam circles the base between his fingers, squeezing. Niall clenches down around him at the same time, his inner walls clinging to the head of Liam’s cock, to the hardness of the piercing. Liam moans, smudging his lips against Niall’s chest. He breathes out Niall’s name, fully fisting his cock.
Niall whines, lifting up on his knees and sinking down again. The slide is heavenly, Liam reaching so deep inside him with each long push downwards. He grips at Liam’s shoulders for leverage, keeping up his slow, dirty riding. Liam looks up at him with wonder in his eyes.
“How did we ever stay apart for so long?”
Niall huffs, smiling crookedly.
Liam shakes his head. “Not just for this. I’ve missed you , Niall. I’ve missed your laugh, and your smile. And the careful way you listen to me and never make me feel stupid.”
“Stop getting sappy on me Liam,” Niall says teasingly, throat tight. “Just promise that next time it won’t be nine months. And call me more often.”
“Deal.”
Niall rides Liam hard and fast, hands slipping down to tug at Liam’s nipples. It pulls the most beautiful noises from Liam, his chest lifting into the touch. His hips twitch upwards, trying to meet Niall’s thrusts.
“Oh! Oh.”
Liam grins. “You feel it?”
“Yeah.” Niall’s body stretches back, pushing all his weight into moving up and down. The knobs of the jewellery drag inside him, in counterpoint to Liam nudging against his spot. His limbs are tingling, his thighs burning from the strain and electricity sparking down his spine and into his cock.
Liam strokes him with quick pulls of his large hand, thumbing over the slit where precum bubbles out. “Bet you’d look good with one,” he murmurs, tipping his nail into the slick opening.
Niall moans brokenly and cums, streaking over Liam’s fist and onto his stomach. His body tenses and releases with each pulse, hole fluttering around Liam’s cock.
“Oh fuck!”
Liam’s orgasm hits him like a freight train, shuddering through his muscles. Niall’s body milks him through it, until Niall collapses, spent.
“They were right.”
“What?” Liam says, lifting his cheek from Niall’s shoulder.
“The other people you’ve fucked. They were right. That thing is magical.”
Liam laughs, helping Niall up and off. His thighs shake a little and his knees creak, and Liam eases him onto his back, kissing Niall’s belly. “We should ice your knee.”
“You know me so well.”
Liam cups his cheek, leaning down for a kiss. “You know I do. And you know me. No secrets.”
“No secrets,” Niall says, kissing him back.