nouis fake dating anon again! sorry to be a bother but i’ve got lots of thoughts about this idea right now and just had to write some of them out! this kinda of goes off of your most recent reply about fake dating, where nouis is making out and someone interrupts them but takes a lil bit of an angsty turn i guess? here you go!
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louis slides his hand from the back of niall’s neck, down the front of his chest, and further down still and shit. niall almost jumps out of his skin when louis grips his hard on through his trackies.
“jesus, niall, ” louis starts.
“lou—,” niall says, bracing himself. for what, he doesn’t even really know but…
“you’re this hard. just from snogging,” louis says, a bit incredulously.
and then, “got meself a real sensitive one i guess,” he snarks, giving niall another squeeze.
“louuuuuis,” niall whines, cheeks going pink and louis just goes back to kissing him.
niall doesn’t know how long they’ve been making out on louis’ bed but suddenly someone’s banging on the bedroom door. louis immediately breaks away, hisses out a christ.
“lou, get your arse outta bed! we should’ve left for footie 10 minutes ago,” oli calls through the door.
“fuck off. i’ll be out in a minute,” louis snarls. he scrubs a hand through his hair and slides off the bed quick as anything, leaving niall there to try and catch his breath.
“gotta go” louis mutters. niall gets it, slides off the bed too.
niall straightens his clothes out and slings his backpack onto his shoulders. he prays that his trackies are loose enough to at least hide his erection a bit as he follows louis out of his room and into the front hallway.
louis bends down and starts shoving some gear strewn across the floor into his practice bag. oli comes out of his room with all his stuff ready.
“oh niall, hey,” oli greets him as niall stands kind of awkwardly behind louis, “didn’t realize you were here.”
“yeah, i was,” he glances down at louis, who isn’t even looking up, “was just leaving.”
he steps around louis and reaches for the door.
“bye oli. talk to you later lou.”
oli shoots off a quick alright see you around and niall doesn’t even wait to hear if louis replies before he’s out the door.
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niall let’s out a huge breath of air that he didn’t even know he was holding once he’s out on the street and walking away from louis’ place.
what the fuck just happened? he thinks to himself.
he feels like he can’t process it. feels like he needs to sort this out right now, just needs to tell someone what happened and how weird it was. because his friend who he most certainly thought was straight but who he is also currently fake dating—well, niall just made out with him. for quite a while.
and there’s only one person he’s told about all this fake dating stuff, maybe he can talk to them about it.
he whips his phone out from his backpack to send a text.
you at your place? niall types.
yup nick responds almost instantly.
is alright if i come by?
of course horan. can’t say no to you ;)
thank god for nick niall thinks to himself as he makes a sharp left down the main road that leads to nick’s apartment.
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niall texts nick asking him to let him in. he hears nick bounding down the steps of his building before he actually sees him coming to the door.
back up in nick’s cozy little apartment, niall’s not sure what to say. but nick starts it up anyway.
“so what’s up?”
“i-what?” niall sputters out, feeling stupid. how does nick know that something’s happened?
“you’re usually not that forward about coming over, so i figured…” nick leads.
“i made out with louis,” niall blurts out.
“interesting” nick simply says.
“interesting? that’s it? he kissed me. he touched my dick. he’s straight,” niall rushes out. he leaves out the part where he used to think about hooking up with louis all the time when he first met him.
“the straight thing may be a bit debatable now,” nick chuckles.
“nick,” niall huffs out, gives him a look.
“alright, alright. well you guys have been doing this fake dating stuff for almost a month,” nicks says. “maybe it got to his head or something.”
“maybe,” niall mutters. he feels himself deflating a bit now that he’s got it all out in the open.
“i wouldn’t read too much into it,” nick says.
“what? i’m not,” niall defends himself, crosses his hands over his chest.
“okay,” nick soothes.
“you alright though?” he asks a moment later.
“ ‘m fine. just was weird because i wasn’t expecting it is all,” niall admits.
“yup, it can be weird,” nick agrees. niall raises an eyebrow at that.
“what? you think you’re the only boy who’s had a straight friend try to kiss them? because you aren’t, young horan,” nick says with a pat to the top of niall’s head.
“shut upppp” niall groans, swatting nick’s hand away.
“go turn the telly on. i’ll make us some tea,” nick says turning toward his small kitchen.
niall settles himself on the comfy sofa that nick told him he got at an estate sale for dirt cheap. flicks the tv on, settles on a channel that seems to be marathoning one of those baking shows that nick loves watching.
nick comes in just as a baking around starts up and hands niall his tea before plopping himself practically right on top of him.
he drinks his tea, half paying attention to nick’s running commentary on the show. zones out a bit when nick starts talking about what kind of cupcakes he would make if he had to use lavender as the main ingredient.
niall starts thinking about what it would be like to have a real boyfriend again, not just a pretend one. maybe someone like nick. he just gets on with nick so well, everything’s easy between them. why can’t they date?
but nick’s never mentioned anything about getting more serious in the 6 months that they’ve been hooking up. and niall certainly doesn’t feel like he should bring it up. deep down he knows he’s afraid of being rejected. he’d rather continue along with this than be shot down completely.
“earth to niall,” nick is sing-songing when niall realizes nick is trying to get his attention.
“maybe it’s time to retire for the night,” nick suggests. niall looks at his watch. it’s almost 1 am.
“you can stay over if you want,” nick offers. niall nods with a faint okay and follows after nick when he gets up and goes to his bedroom.
nick throws him an old pair of sleep shorts that he’s pulling off of niall’s hips not even 5 minutes later when he’s got niall all spread out on the bed.
nick takes niall’s cock into his mouth, sucks him down nice and deep. when niall starts squirming about, hips stuttering upwards, nick pushes them back against the bed, holds him in place.
pretty soon niall’s whining out, telling nick he’s about to come and when he does nick swallows it all down.
niall gives himself a minute before he flops over onto his stomach. he raises his hips a bit so his sensitive cock isn’t pressed up against the sheets and turns his face over to the side.
“can fuck me if you want,” he tells nick. he glances back at nick who’s already got a hand around his cock.
“love that you’re always so game, but this is perfectly fine,” nick says, staring intently at niall’s arse. he reaches down and starts palming at it.
“love your little arse,” he mumbles. niall wiggles it from side to side, grins cheekily back at nick. nick gives him a playful slap. he comes all over niall’s arse a few minutes later.
nick fetches a damp cloth from the bathroom to clean niall up and they get under the covers, cuddle in for the night.
“i’m sorry you had a weird bit in your day,” nick says sleepily.
niall just hmpphhs softly.
“if i were louis, i’d want to kiss you too,” he says. niall elbows him in the side for that.
“i’m sure everything will be fine. you can just laugh it off or something and if he’s going to be an arse about it well…i could give him a stern talking-to,” nick mumbles.
“go to sleep you idiot,” niall says, kissing him on the side of the mouth.
nick’s asleep almost instantly after that, while niall remains wide awake.
thinking about louis, of course. about how it’ll be when he sees him on friday for their next interview.
niall hates this habit but he usually always thinks the worst. wonder if louis will be weird about it? will he even want to do the interviews anymore? will louis even want to talk to him anymore?
niall takes in a big gulp of air, then lets it out slowly. he resolves to text louis tomorrow to get a feel for how things are going to be.