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smrwine · 5 years ago

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For the fourth time within the hour, Louis found himself dodging the sight of his flatmate's prick that always seemed to invade his personal space. For as long as Louis had known him, Harry has lounged around their flat bare chest and pantless with only a loose pair of trackies to keep himself decent. He walked into every room cock first and adjusted himself in his jeans frequently. He wasn’t shy about regularly mentioning his size or mentioning that he knew what to do with it either. Whether it be a joke or a humble brag, Harry was seemingly always determined to always remind Louis of his thick, daunting, length, and Louis didn’t mind one bit

“Come on, Lou, just try it.”

Harry had his whipped cream coated fingertip held out towards Louis’ lips, and his sweatpant covered cock not too far away. Louis leaned further back into the sofa, as far as he could without being swallowed.

“Get away. It’s on your finger, it’s going to taste like you.”

“I washed my hands before this, babe. Come on, it won’t be so bad - there’s cinnamon in it! I haven’t made this kind for you to try yet.”

Louis’ stomach tingled. The thought of Harry frequently baking for him, and him alone, always did his head in. It was an endlessly thoughtful gesture. Louis couldn’t pinpoint exactly the first time Harry filled him up with sweets, but he hasn’t stopped since, and every weekend began with a new sugary treat.

Harry lifted his finger towards Louis’ lips once more, encouraging him to have a taste of the cinnamon whipped cream. Louis figured it was the least he could do. Tasting his sweets was all Harry ever asked of him and he never expected anything more. It would be quick and simple, really, but his unearthly crush and desire to suck his cock made him reconsider.

If he took Harry’s finger into his mouth he just might choke on it. The only thing comparable to the size of Harry’s cock was the size of his hands, and Louis has wanted to suck on both of them, more than a dozen times. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to quit. Just one taste surely wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the thirst he so desperately contained within, but he wanted it.

Without actually thinking, Louis dropped his mouth wide open, letting his eager tongue catch the very tip of Harry’s finger.

“How is it?”

The cinnamon whipped cream was rich, airy, and sweet, but the way Harry pushed his finger in further, deeper, was sweeter. Louis’ lips wrapped around the warm digit for a moment too long before his tongue licked him clean. There was no mistaking he had gone too far, and he realized that as he pulled off with a slurp. But seeing Harry’s cock twitch in the fabric of his trackies almost made his overindulgence worthwhile.

“It’s sweet,”

Louis caught sight of Harry’s dick jumping again only this time Harry adjusted himself rudely, right before Louis’ eyes with the entire palm of his hand. No apology followed.

“It’s—it’s alright. Good enough for me.”

“Only, good enough?” he smirked. “I can do better than that for you. Stay right there.”

Louis watched as Harry walked back towards their kitchenette, cock bobbing beneath his trackies. His chest swelled with heat and desire as he soon felt his own pleasurable throb between his legs.

Harry would feel so nice inside of him, he thought. His cock would be just thick enough to burn as he split Louis open, and his length was surely ample enough to deeply penetrate and satisfy. Louis knew he’d be a meticulous lover too. Always gentle when necessary and otherwise rough where Louis needed it.

A crushing weight draped across his shoulders as rational thinking reminded him of their status. Harry was his flatmate who paid bills on time and cleaned up after himself. He was too perfect. Louis couldn’t risk losing that over a hard on and a thirst for his cock.

It was about time he got laid and got Harry out of his system.

—

Swiping through profiles turned out to be awful.

Louis was seeking something a bit more straightforward than what men on a dating app had to offer. Dinner and a film would be nice any other night, but he was gagging to be fucked senseless with no strings attached, and minimal courting. Bars and clubs were out of the question as well. Louis was far too shy to put himself out there physically and sneak someone back with him while Harry was still home, and still awake.

There was only one option he had left that he’d been avoiding relentlessly. The infamous hookup app. Straightforward. Discreet. Everything Louis needed.

He was hesitant about its nature, however. Meeting a stranger in such a way surely had its drawbacks and he knew he wouldn’t be able to trust someone with mere screen to screen communication. There would have to be firm rules set in place if he was to go through with this. One being to meet the other person in a public space beforehand, and two for them to be absolutely hung.

Louis bit the bullet, uploading a profile picture that highlighted his best assets, and kept his real name and location hidden. Straightforward enough.

Nerves bubbled to the surface as the home page loaded and dozens upon dozens of profiles popped up. If he was ever going to shake the crush on his flatmate, now was the time, and as he scrolled through the endless sea of dick prints and faces, he tried not to think about him.

—

“So you’re meeting him here then?”

Louis couldn’t focus. The message sent to him via the notorious app played on a loop in his mind, and kept him planted in reality. Be there in a bit x, read the text. Louis hadn’t even asked for the lads name, or even seen his face, yet he was ready and willing to meet up with him at his best mates pub. All for a shag.

He had never done anything risky like this. It was absolutely mad. As soon as Louis scrolled past the lads profile - dick print clear in his grey trackies as his picture - Louis knew he found the one.

Please ruin my life

I’ll ruin more than just that. x

The back and forth carried on filthily. Louis admitted to his desire of a thorough dicking that was also short term and discreet, and the lad on the other side was into the idea as well. Louis figured the overtly slutty language he used helped convince him.

“Louis!” Liam, his mate, hollered from the opposite side of the counter.

“Christ—what?”

“You didn’t answer me, are you meeting him here, or did you just come here for a humble brag?”

“I’m meeting him here, Liam. Believe it or not I trust your judgement and if you think I’m about to get into bed with a massive slag, I’d like for you to stop me.”

Liam gave him a puzzled look and paused before seriously answering him.

“Do you hear yourself right now? Like, genuinely, do you hear what you’re asking of me?”

Louis chose to ignore him in favor of watching the digital clock tick away on his phone. His palms calmed up as he scrolled through day old notifications and noticed a new one that simply read, here. It was sent a minute ago, and Louis suddenly felt intense, awful, palpitations in his chest. Overwhelming regret.

His mouth went dry, his stomach sloshed around with a heavy feeling of dread, and he couldn’t escape the guilty ringing in his ears. All of this effort just to rid a crush wouldn’t work, and he knew that. Harry wasn’t just someone he could forget about with an anonymous shag.

Louis considered bolting.

“Lou?”

Behind him came a familiar honey voice. The same one that sent shivers down his spine on the daily.

“Harry?” he turned, feeling even more mortified than before. “What are you doing here, love?”

Harry crowded into his space, taking Louis into his arms and pressing him firmly into his chest. It was quick and fleeting, and didn’t last nearly as long as Louis needed.

“I’m...uh, I’m here to meet someone. I’m trying something new, sort of.”

“Oh…”

Louis’ heart sank all together again.

“Harry?” Liam cut in from behind the bar. “The chivalrous flatmate Louis can’t stop chatting about?”

“Yeah, I believe that’s me. I hope it is.”

“I’m Liam. Nice to finally meet you, mate. I’ve heard loads of great things from this one over here.”

Louis was in pain. His face burned with pin pricks and tingles, and his stomach rumbled with embarrassment. Liam certainly knew how to make matters far worse without being asked.

“S’good to meet you too.” Harry responded politely. “What are you doing here then, Lou? Are you alone?”

Louis swallowed hard as Harry moved in closer and cornered him against the bar. His clean, musky, scent encompassed the small space between them, and Louis had to bury down a whine.

“Yeah, I’m actually meeting someone here too. I figured Liam’s pub was a safe enough space but I think I’m getting cold feet or summat, I don’t know.”

Louis overshared and let his guilt get the best of him. Even though Harry made it clear he was here for the same reason, Louis felt like he was betraying him in a way.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

Louis pulled out his phone and opened the app as Harry distanced himself by a foot. Part of Louis just wanted to leave without warning, but the other part knew he owed it to whoever it was to tell him he was leaving.

It hurt to type out his cancellation. His ego and embarrassment nearly swallowed him whole, but he followed through and sent it off anyway. It was a foolish idea to begin with.

Just as Louis pocketed his mobile, Harry’s own pinged with a notification, and Liam giggled from the other side of the counter.

“What?” Louis asked sharply.

“You’re idiots.” he shook his head. “Both of you.”

Louis watched him walk off into the back area until he disappeared around a corner, then slowly looked back at Harry. His face was painted pale and shaken like he’d seen a ghost or received a hard truth. His shoulders were rigid and his mouth was dropped in disbelief.

Louis gawked, weak in the knees.

“You?” he asked a bit breathy. “Is it you?”

Harry nodded, turning his mobile to show Louis’ words repeated back to him.

“What—you hid your name! You didn’t even have a picture up of your face—“

“Neither did you! You even had your location hidden and didn’t answer me when I asked for your name—”

“I was trying to keep all of that private, Harry! Christ. Were you planning on bringing the person in those messages back to ours?”

“Were you?”

Louis clasped his hands to his chest. The sound of blood rushing in his ears.

“Well...no,” he answered. “I-I really didn’t expect to even go through with this. I just sort of went through the motions until I felt guilty enough to stop it. I didn’t want you to know.”

“I didn’t want you to know about this either.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“Why did you?”

Louis groaned. Everything he was questioning, Harry could ask the same, and the entire mess of a situation couldn’t be pinned to either one of them.

“I wanted to get you out of my system.” Louis answered, letting the uncomfortable truth consume him. “You quite literally walk around the flat with your cock out, and you bake for me, and you’re sweet, and I knew I’d never be able to just have you once, so I figured I’d get a shag in and be done with it. I didn’t want to be that flatmate, but. M’sorry.”

“Louis,” Harry laughed, slightly defeated. “D’you know why I do all of that? Why I purposely drive you mad daily?”

“...no.”

“The first time we ever met, before moving in, you told me you had a massive sweet tooth. A rotten one, really. You said you loved your cakes and fruit tarts, but simple chocolate biscuits were your favourite. Do you remember that?”

“I—vaguely, yeah.”

“I went home that night and taught myself how to bake chocolate biscuits. I never baked before that, but after your initial reaction, I didn’t want to stop.”

Louis couldn’t help his growing smile even as he attempted to smother it. His own embarrassment still sat heavy in his chest, but Harry soothed it with his kind words and adorably honest truth. Louis could barely look up through the flattery.

“And then when we moved in together, you described your ideal partner as nice, fit, and hung, and I always did my best to remind you, that I am in fact, all three.”

Louis snickered as he stepped forward.

“You’re always so sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“You said you like them a bit cocky too.”

“Goodness, Harry. Do you pay that close attention to everything I say?”

“I do,” he pulled Louis in closer to mumble in his ear, hand on his hip. “especially all the naughty things you sent to me last night. Had I known it was you, I would’ve had you right there on the sofa.”

Louis bit his lip as Harry circled his hips with his hands, slowly caressing up and under his shirt. It felt nice. Every last tingle.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he rushed out. “This was a stupid idea. So stupid, I—”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I don’t want anyone else either. I don’t want to ruin this again.”

“Let’s go home and get it right then.”

—

Clothes ridden and desire turned frantic, Louis sank to his knees at the foot of his bed, kissing his way down Harry’s naked torso. He nibbled just above his waistline. Nuzzled his face against his thighs. His senses were overwhelmed in musk and lust as he nosed over Harry’s hard cock and kissed his underside selfishly.

Harry groaned out a tortured sigh as he continued kiss after kiss. Louis was already lost in it. For months, he dreamed of feeling the warmth and smoothness of his cock on his lips, and feeling Harry grow hard beneath them. He had to touch himself to keep him tethered.

Louis felt a hand comb through his hair, then a gentle tug. He moaned around the pain. Harry was watching him with amorous eyes and a hand wrapped around his prick.

“You love this,” he teased. “You’ve wanted my big cock for so long.”

Louis whimpered as Harry traced his tip over his lips and shoved it in ever so slightly. As Louis greedily went to suck, Harry pulled out, and drew another helpless whine from from the boy before him. Louis dropped his mouth open, hoping Harry would give him what he wanted, but instead, he traced around his lips again, then to his chin, then to his cheeks. Louis desperately chased with his tongue, hoping to get a taste as Harry rubbed along his face. At most, he earned a lick here and a kiss there yet the arousal between his legs only grew.

“Gorgeous.”

Harry slid the hand in Louis’ hair down to his jaw and hinged open his mouth with careful fingers. Louis stuck his tongue out, red lips eager, eyes open and waiting. He shivered as Harry tapped his tip repeatedly against his tongue and slid his wet slit against it.

Bitter and warm. Salty and desirable. Louis was steadily engulfed in his flavor and driven mad by his own thirst for it.

“God, just use me,” he moaned sinfully as he swirled his tongue around for more. “Fucking—Christ. Just fuck my throat, please.”

“Shh.”

Harry hushed him and instead bent down for a kiss. The motion of their lips was languid and Harry carefully caressed the flushed skin of Louis’ chest. The kiss was grounding and sweet, and sensual without being invasive. Harry’s careful touches steadied Louis’ breathing and brought him back down to a sense of calm. He didn’t realize he was shaking until Harry soothed him.

“Just suck me for a bit. Yeah?”

With kiss wet lips, Louis listened. His hands wrapped where his throat couldn’t reach and he bobbed and twisted slowly with ease. The length of Harry’s cock slid against his tongue and filled his mouth with hulky warmth that throbbed with precome. Louis swallowed hard around him and hollowed out his cheeks expertly. He moved his hands to fondle Harry’s balls, hoping that he would fall forward and give his mouth a proper fucking.

Harry indulged a few times. The stutter of his hips teased the back of Louis’ throat, but never went far enough to choke. Louis wished he would. He supposed he would have to work harder.

“Fuck, Lou. So good.”

Harry swore under his breath repeatedly as he grabbed a fistful of Louis hair and tugged ever so slightly.

Louis purposely moaned around him, wanting to get Harry off as he kept bobbing his head and curled his lips tighter. He watched as Harry’s knees buckled and was anticipating a mouthful of pleasure, or a hip thrust to his throat, but was suddenly swept up as Harry pulled out and lifted Louis off his knees.

“Bed.”

Harry pulled him by the wrist over towards the sheets and laid Louis flat out on his back. Before he could even react, a pillow was shoved beneath his hips and a hand was carefully wrapped around his neck. Harry’s thumb caressed Louis’ jaw and his gaze was nothing short of adoring. Louis breathed as deeply and evenly as he could with Harry splayed over him .

“You were so good, sucking me off. But I’d rather come inside you, babe.” he said in a whisper. “I want to watch those pretty blue eyes roll back as I split you open. Yeah? Would you like that? D’you want to come apart on my cock alone?”

“Please, Harry.”

“No, no. Answer me, angel—“

“Yes! God, yes, I’ve waited too long for your prick. Give it to me.”

Harry laughed under his breath at Louis’ impatience and kissed him firm on the lips. Louis spread his legs open as Harry coated his fingers - hooking one of his legs over his shoulder. He kissed against Louis’ shin, then his calve, all the way down to the side of his knee.

The way his lips dotted his skin tickled just enough to distract Louis from the slick pressure that thrust its way past his entrance. Harry kissed down further, sinking his teeth into his supple thigh. Their eye contact remained unbroken.

Louis moaned around a bitten lip as Harry pushed inward and out. His second finger teased around the first.

“Get your cock in me,” Louis begged. “I want it now, please. Need to feel you.”

Harry ignored him and kept his stare hard. A second finger thrust into Louis’ hole and his big eager eyes finally rolled to a close. Harry snickered, pleased with himself, and kept up the unrelenting pace that made Louis squirm.

“You sure about that? Looks like you can barely handle two.”

Louis wiggled frantically beneath him and thrust himself down onto Harry’s fingers. The burn of the stretch was mildly present but it wasn’t enough to overshadow the waves of pleasure it brought on. Harry stroked his walls carefully and pressed the sensitive angle inside of him all whilst smirking against Louis’ leg. Louis silently clenched around Harry’s fingers, mouth hung open in pure arousal.

Harry didn’t budge on taking his time. Louis begged, whimpered, and withered into the rustled sheets until his belly was soaked with precome and his legs shook with need. Harry made sure his fingers slid in with ease and just for a brief, teasing, second, let his eager tongue fit alongside them.

The head of his protected cock pressed slowly into Louis - unsurprisingly more of a stretch than his fingers. Louis took it in deep breaths. He moaned around already full feeling and tensed his whole body as Harry sank further.

“You’re doing great—“ Harry panted. “You feel so good like this, fuck. So tight. M’not likely to last.”

“Shut up, shut up, just fuck me. Please.”

“So eager,” Harry spoke breathlessly. Winded. “I’ve wanted this just as long as you have, baby. Let me get it right for you.”

Louis thought to respond but was muffled by Harry’s slick lips as he slowly but steadily slipped all the way in. Hips to bum and a deafening groan from the two of them. Louis mostly laid there stiff, attempting to catch his breath. Harry soothed him in form of forehead kisses and soft encouragements. He reminded Louis to inhale deeply and exhale through his mouth.

Harry was just so big and thick, it was hard for him to do anything but whine and strain. Louis had never been as full and stretched as he was right then.

“S-so bi—move a bit, please.”

With careful motions and a watchful eye, Harry pulled back and gently thrust back forward. The movement alone was enough for Louis to see stars and become one with his pleasure. As he encouraged Harry to continue, the thrusts grew harder and the pounding eased into faster. Louis nearly missed out on Harry tossing his other leg over his shoulder until he was genuinely folded in half. His thighs squeezed tight around Harry until both were coming and both were panting uncontrollably into each other’s mouths.

They came down eventually, breath steady, and thoughts less clouded in a sex haze. Harry pulled out with all the tender ease and gathered Louis in his arms.

“I want you and only you. I want this for us.”

“Mmm, I want that too.” Harry moaned as he wrapped Louis tighter. “No more hookup apps for you and me.”

#blouisparadise #daddyharryappreciation #thanks Juli for the big dick Harry prompt

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buckleyy--diazz · 6 years ago

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Ik it wasn’t one of your preferred ships but can you do a Niam where they’re stuck on the bus and Niall will just blow Liam whenever he’s bored or thirsty, and he gets bored and thirsty A LOT.

I have a lot of love for Niam and I think they were just not on my mind lately but I am happy you sent this prompt and I REALLY hope you will like it. So here’s 4.7k of blowjobs with a tiny bit of angst and a happy ending 😄

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Liam walked into the lounge of the bus and was surprised to find Niall sitting on the floor, playing video games. He thought Niall had left with the boys who wanted to try a new nightclub. Liam was feeling knackered after the show they had just gave and had declined the invitation. Instead he went back to the bus and laid in his bunk for a while, texting his sisters. He had stopped replying when they started teasing him about his crush on Niall and asking when was he going to finally make a move. The answer was never. Liam had known Niall for years and except for a drunken game of truth or dare, Niall had never been with another man. So Liam pushed his feelings away since it was never gonna happen anyway he saw no point in torturing himself and entertaining the idea of maybe telling Niall how he felt. It would only make things awkward between them and that was the last thing he wanted. Not wanting to talk about that, not with them or anyone else, he decided to close his phone and go make himself a cup of tea, hoping it would help him fall asleep.

He didn’t expected Niall to be there, Liam had been alone when he came back to the bus and he never heard a sound while he was in his bunk. Liam walked further into the lounge and when he walked past Niall, Niall grabbed him by the ankle making him fall on Niall’s laps.

“Hey!”

Liam wasn’t sure what else he could say, not when he had his bum directly over Niall’s dick and he could feel it even if it was soft. He was pretty sure his face was a deep shade of red and he looked away before Niall noticed it. The last thing he wanted was Niall mentioning it or asking why he was blushing so hard. He tried to get up but Niall wrapped his arms around his waist to keep him in place. Liam wasn’t sure what was going on. Niall was the cuddly type but this wasn’t his typical behavior. Liam turned his head to look at Niall and he realised their faces were a lot closer than he thought. He swallowed the lump in his throat and arched an eyebrow.

“You didn’t say ‘hi’,” replied Niall, giggling.

“I was going to, after I made tea.”

He tried to move again and he felt Niall’s arms tighten around him. Liam was getting more confused by the second. Niall’s face was so close and all Liam wanted was to close the gap between their mouths. Liam closed his eyes to stop himself from looking at Niall’s lips and do something stupid.

“You’re gonna have to let me go,” whispered Liam, not knowing why he was whispering. This seemed to snap Niall back to reality and he moved his arms back to his side. Liam moved back up to his feet and walked to the kitchenette to boil water.

“Make me one, please?” shout Niall and Liam took a second cup out and waited for the water to be ready.

When Liam walked back to the lounge he carefully set down the cup next to Niall on the floor and he sat next to him.

“Careful, it’s hot,” said Liam as he handed Niall his cup.

“Could say the same about you,” mumbled Niall.

Liam snapped his head so fast he felt dizzy. Surely he had imagined that. His brain was playing tricks on him probably. He took his own cup if tea and blew on it before he took a small sip.

“I’m bored,” declared Niall after a while. Liam watched him as he put away the controller and closed the Xbox and he turned to face him.

“Why didn’t you go out with the others?”

“Didn’t feel like it and now I am bored and maybe a bit horny too,” said Niall, biting his bottom lip, making it even more pink.

Oh.

“Well, uh I guess you could go back to your bunk and you know…I can put on headphones to give you privacy.”

This was a stupid suggestion and Liam felt hot all over at the thought of Niall going back to his bunk to wank and he hope he didn’t showed on his face. Niall laughed and shook his head.

“No need to put on headphones, we all heard each other wank before but anyway I had another idea.”

That was true, when you’ve been living with your best friends for a few years, mostly in a tour bus, there was things you were bound to hear but the idea of hearing Niall wank without it being an “accident” was turning Liam on. A lot.

“What other idea?” asked Liam, curious.

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked when he noticed Niall was smirking. It never lead to anything good. Niall dropped his hand on Liam’s thigh and squeezed, just a bit and he let his fingers trail on the inside of Liam’s thigh, making him shiver. Liam let out a nervous laugh, Niall was clearly taking the piss.

“Ok, fess up, who put you up to this? Was it Louis? I’m sure it’s him.”

Niall didn’t answer but he slid his hand higher on Liam’s thigh, his fingers were dangerously close to Liam’s dick and Liam felt like he could spontaneously combust at any moment now.

“What are you doing?” questioned Liam. He didn’t know what was going on now and he should probably have stopped Niall but he was also curious and maybe his feelings for his friend were clouding his judgement. He wanted to feel Niall’s hands on his for so long now he couldn’t bring himself to stop him.

Niall smiled, a real smile instead of a smirk and Liam watched him move from his spot on the floor and climb over him.

“No one put me up to anything,” whispered Niall, his lips moving directly against the shell of Liam’s ear, “but I know what you’re hiding in your pants and I’ve been wanting to put my mouth on you for a while now.”

Liam was frozen in place, this was impossible, he was dreaming.

“But, but you’re straight,” said Liam dumbly and Niall laughed.

Niall leaned back and looked at Liam in the eyes.

“You know a lot of straight men who offers blowjob?”

“I guess not.”

“So, what do you say?”

This was a stupid idea, a very stupid idea and Liam should say no and salvage their friendship. It was still possible or he thought until he felt Niall’s lips against his neck.

“Fuck!”

“Is that a yes?” asked Niall before pressing another kiss to the sensitive skin.

Liam shivered and nodded, it was too late, his eyes were already rolling in the back of his head and all Niall did was kissing his neck. He’d been single for too long he thought. Niall rolled his hips and Liam could feel he was already half hard. Liam’s arms were laying limply on each side of his body, he had no idea what to do with his hands. Niall kept kissing his neck and jaw and chin until he reached Liam’s lips. He stopped and looked at Liam in the eyes giving him one last chance to back out. Their mouths were millimetres apart and Liam could feel Niall’s hot breath hitting his face. He nodded again and Niall’s lips were on his. Niall brought his hands up and cradled Liam’s face gently and Liam sighed into the kiss. Niall’s lips were soft and warm and when he felt his tongue against his lips, asking for entrance he moaned slightly. Niall rolled his hips again and Liam put his hands on it to stop him or else it would end up quicker than he wanted and they wouldn’t get to the blowjob part.

Niall broke the kiss and slid down Liam’s laps until his face was on level with Liam’s crotch. He was half hard in his gray sweatpants and Niall licked his lips. He put his hands on the waistband and Liam moved his hips up to help Niall remove his sweatpants. He chucked them somewhere in the room not really caring where they ended up. Not then Niall’s face was this close to his dick.

There was already a wet spot staining his pants and Niall licked his lips before lowered his head to place a kiss on Liam’s left thigh. Niall placed another kiss on his thigh, higher this time. He kissed him until he reached his cock. Niall mouthed at Liam’s cock through the thin material of his pants, feeling him getting hard under his lips. Niall brought his hands up to the elastic band of Liam’s pants and lowered them down, his hard cock springing free. Liam’s breathing was already getting shallower and Niall smirked. He was clearly proud of the effect he had on his friend and Liam wanted to glare but it was difficult when he was about to have his dick sucked. Niall looked at Liam in the eyes and licked the palm of his hand before wrapping it around Liam’s cock, giving it a few slow tug to get him fully hard. Liam closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Niall’s licked his lips again and flicked his tongue at the tip of Liam’s cock. Niall gathered a few drops of precum and closed his eyes, enjoying Liam’s taste in his mouth. It was the hottest Liam had ever witnessed in his life. Niall pumped his hands again a few times. Liam’s thighs were already shaking and he felt the muscles in his abdomen tightening. More precum bubbled at the slit and Niall lowered his head, finally taking him between his lips. Niall relaxed his jaw and started bobbing his heads up and down, taking as much as he could. Liam moaned loudly when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Niall’s throat. Liam let his head fall down and his hand found Niall’s hair. When Niall moaned around him, Liam tugged a bit harder.

Niall lifted his eyes and looked at Liam under his lashes. Liam twitched on Niall’s tongue. He was getting close. His cock twitched again when Niall hollowed his cheeks to suck harder. Liam tugged on Niall’s hair harder, trying to warn him he was about to come but Niall kept sucking him until Liam came down his throat. Niall swallowed everything and continued to suck gently until Liam got softer in his mouth.

“Wow,” said Liam and it sounded stupid but he didn’t know what else to say. What were you supposed to say after one of you best friend gave you one of the best blow job of your life?

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Niall tucked Liam back in his pants and sat back next to him. The silence felt awkward and Liam was scared they had just done the biggest mistake of their lives. Niall stretched his arm and retrieved the Xbox controlled he handed it to Liam.

“Wanna play?”

Liam was confused and they should probably talk about what had just happened but Liam accepted the controller, this was better than complete silence.

It became a thing after the first night, every time they were alone in the bus and Niall felt bored he would reach for Liam’s pants and blow him. Liam always asked if he wanted him to reciprocate but Niall always declined. Sometimes he jerked himself off on top of Liam but most of the time he said it wasn’t about him and he would just resume whatever activity he was doing before he blew Liam. To say it was confusing would have been an understatement. Sometimes Liam felt guilty to let Niall blow him and he knew he should at least try to talk about it.

“You sure you don’t wanna come with us?” asked Harry.

“Not hungry,” replied Niall and Liam almost rolled his eyes. This was the worst lie he could have used. Everybody knew Niall loved to eat and never declined food.

“Are you feeling poorly?” asked Harry, he sounded genuinely concerned and Liam thought he would be a lot less concerned if he knew what was going to happen as soon at the bus door would close behind him.

“Liam, you sure you don’t wanna come?” shouted Harry from the front of the bus.

“I’ll stay with Niall, maybe just bring me back something?”

“Yeah okay, can do that. Take care of poor Niall,” said Harry as he exited the bus. As soon as they left Niall was opening his bunk curtain.

Liam tried to sit but Niall pushed him back in his bunk and unbuckled his belt with deft fingers. As soon as Liam’s jeans were opened, Niall climbed in the bunk and settled himself between Liam’s knees, looking at him in the eyes. He slipped Liam’s jeans and underwear down at the same time and licked his lips when Liam’s dick sprung free. Not breaking the eye contact, Niall took Liam’s dick in his hand, pumping it slowly, using the precum to make it easier. When more precum bubbled at the tip, Niall took the tip of his tongue and licked at the slit, causing Liam to moan loudly.

“You taste so good.”

“Fu-uck Niall.”

Liam moved one of his hand to Niall’s hair tugged. By now he knew just how much Niall liked to have his hair tugged. Niall smirked and flattened his tongue on the underside of Liam’s cock and licked a wet stripe from his balls to the tip, he licked the slit and moaned loudly when he tasted the precum again. Niall finally took him in his mouth and Liam moaned loudly. Taking the head of Liam’s cock between his soft lips he sucked on it gently. Liam arched his back and another long moan left his mouth. Niall let go of his cock and smirked proudly. He always looked proud when Liam moaned. Niall raked his nails on Liam’s thighs and Liam tugged at his hair again, a little less gently this time and Niall groaned. He took Liam back in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the shaft.

“Fuck babe, fuck!”

One of Niall’s hand moved up to Liam’s abdomen and Liam knee Niall could feel he was getting close, he could feel Liam’s muscles tightening under his hand. Niall let go of Liam’s cock again but he kept stroking him slowly.

“Would you fuck my mouth Liam? Would you like that?” asked Niall, his voice rough and it was Liam’s turn to smirk proudly.

“Are you sure?”

Niall nodded and Liam cursed again. Niall licked his lips and opened his mouth. Liam took his cock between his hand and tapped it on Niall’s tongue. Niall closed his lips around it and both of Liam’s hands were now in his hair, holding him in place. Liam started by thrusting shallowly in Niall’s mouth. When Liam’s cock hit the back of Niall’s throat they both moaned loudly and Liam took it a his cue to pick up the pace. The sound in the bus were obscene, all you could hear was the wet sound of Niall’s mouth and their ragged breath. Liam really hoped their friends wouldn’t come back to the bus sooner than they were supposed to. Niall knew Liam was getting close again, his breath was getting shorter and his moans sounded like broken little sob.

“I’m gonna come,” said Liam as he stilled his hips, “fu-uck,” he moaned as he released in the back of Niall’s throat. Niall swallowed everything before letting go of Liam. He dropped his forehead against Liam’s thigh for a second. He kissed Liam’s thigh before sitting down on his heels and slipping his hand down his pants to get his cock out. Niall was jerking himself fast over Liam and it didn’t take long for him to come all over Liam’s stomach. Liam watched him as he removed his jeans and took Liam’s discarded t-shirt to wipe the come from his body. Liam removed his jeans too and Niall moved up to cuddle next to him. Automatically Liam wrapped his arms around Niall and held him closer. Niall tangled their legs together and laid his head on Liam’s chest. It felt good.

“You called me babe,” said Niall after a while. Liam felt his blood run cold, this wasn’t how things were between them, there wasn’t feelings, at least on Niall’s part. Liam wanted slap his forehead, how could he have been so stupid.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t, I liked it.”

“You did?”

Niall nodded against his chest and Liam closed his eyes, when he woke up later the bus was moving and he was alone. He was disappointed but not surprised. He closed his eyes again and fell back asleep.

Niall slid down Liam’s jeans and Liam smirked when Niall noticed he was not wearing underwear. Liam’s cock was already hard precum was oozing steadily at the tip. Niall had spent the day teasing him and this was something new. Niall usually only pounced on him as soon as they were alone in the bus but today Niall had kept touching him, trailing his fingers on his thighs when no one was watching, he even pushed Liam inside a broom closet and sucked a mark on his neck that forced Liam to find a scarf and tell everybody he had a sore throat and tried to stay warm. He’s pretty sure Harry and Louis didn’t believed him but they were nice enough to not call him out on his obvious lie. Liam had been on edge all day and the show had been pure torture because Niall had kept plastering himself to his side and whispered dirty things in his ear.

Now Niall was finally on his knees and he took Liam’s cock in his hand and brought it to his mouth. Niall slowly licked at the slit and moaned as the precum hit his tongue. Liam groaned and his nails clawed at the mattress of his bunk. Niall wrapped his lips around the head and took Liam as far as he could, pumping with his hand what didn’t fit in his mouth. After being on edge all day Liam knew he wouldn’t last very long, not with Niall’s skillful mouth and hand on him. Liam’s thighs were shaking and he could already feel his orgasm building inside of him. Niall kept bobbing his head up and down rapidly and Liam was a moaning mess.

“Fuck, fuck Niall babe, I’m gonna come,” moaned Liam as he exploded in the back of Niall’s throat. Niall let go of Liam’s cock with an obscene pop and slid his hand down his pants but Liam caught his wrist to stop him. Niall arched and eyebrow, looking at him questioningly.

“Let me. Please?”

Niall hesitated for a moment, they had never done that and Liam has been feeling guilty lately about whatever they were doing. He loved receiving blowjobs and having many amazing orgasms all the time but they still had not talk about what was going on between them and Liam was feeling bad about always being on the receiving end of the orgasm. Niall deserved it too, and helping Niall come would maybe make him feel less guilty.

Niall licked his lips and nodded slightly. Liam took Niall by his hips and changed their position, it wasn’t easy in the small bunk but he was able to lay Niall in the small bed without hitting his head on the ceiling of the bunk. Niall looked nervous and Liam wondered why. Niall had been giving him blowjobs almost everyday, sometimes more than once in a day for over a month now, surely he couldn’t be nervous about Liam giving him a hand?

Liam took the waistband of Niall’s pants and slid them down his pale thighs slowly and Liam’s mouth watered. Niall looked painfully hard and his dick slapped against his stomach when Liam peeled off the underwear. Liam didn’t know where to start and he suddenly felt overwhelmed by the situation. He took a deep breath and started by letting his forefinger trail from the base to the tip, slowly feeling the vein under his finger. He did not missed the way Niall shivered and Liam smiled. The tip was red and leaking precum steadily on Niall’s belly. Liam trailed his finger in and brought it to his mouth. He locked his eyes with Niall and sucked on the tip of his fingers. He did it a second time, not that he particularly enjoyed the taste but he enjoyed the expression on Niall’s face.

Liam finally wrapped his hand around Niall’s cock, it was warm and felt heavy in his hand. With his thumb he smeared the precum around a little bit but it was not enough. Liam leaned in, keeping his eyes locked with Niall who was watching him like a hawk, and spit on the head of Niall’s cock.

“Fuck! That’s hot,” moaned Niall and Liam felt strangely proud.

Niall’s cock was now slick enough for Liam to pump his hand steadily. It was always different on someone else but he tried to do what he enjoyed when he was wanking. Not too fast but not too slow either. Thumbing at the slit. Niall must have liked it too, according to his ragged breath and the little moans escaping his throat. Liam took the balls in his left hand and rolled them gently in his warm palm.

“Faster, please,” pleaded Niall and Liam picked up the pace immediately. He would have love to tease him but now was not the time. Niall’s muscles tightened under him and he came all over Liam’s hand and his stomach. Liam slowed down the pace and kept stroking Niall until he pushed his hand away. Liam grabbed a dirty t-shirt that was in a ball in the corner of his bunk and wiped his hand on it before letting himself fall next to Niall.

“Stay?” Liam asked after a while.

“I always stay,” replied Niall.

“I always wake up alone.”

Niall turned on his side to face Liam and put his hand on Liam’s cheek. He looked in his eyes for a moment before he closed the gap between their lips. Liam knew Niall was kissing him only to avoid talking about what was going on between them and Liam wish he had the courage to call him out on it but the part of him that was in love with Niall couldn’t bear the thought of losing what they had even if it was just this friends with benefit type of arrangement.

Liam knew he had to do something, the situation was killing him as much as he liked to pretend it wasn’t. This thing between him and Niall had been going on for almost two months now. Yesterday he had almost blurted out “I love you” after he came. Liam knew this needed to stop, he needed to be strong and tell Niall that this was over. But Niall would want to know why and then he would have to tell him he was in love with him and this was exactly what he was trying to avoid.

Liam groaned and let his fall into his palms. He should have said no the first time Niall said he wanted to blew him.

“You okay Payno?” asked Louis when he walked into the room, startling Liam who had never heard him come in.

Liam lifted his head and Louis looked genuinely concerned about him.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Louis walked closer, he put his hand on Liam’s shoulder and sat next to him.

“Of course you can. You know you can tell me everything.”

That exactly what Liam did. He told Louis everything, and Louis listened without interrupting him once.

“You should talk to him Liam.”

“He doesn’t feel the same.”

“He’s been giving you orgasms almost everyday for two months now!”

“What’s your point?”

“Well maybe he doesn’t feel the same but have you stopped and think maybe he does and you will never know until to talk to him?”

“Of course I thought about it.”

“And?”

“And it will only end with me getting my heart broken.”

“It’s already what is going to happen if you don’t talk to him, but if you do there is also a chance that it will end up with him telling you he feels the same, dumbass!”

Louis had a point and Liam had not thought about this. Maybe Louis was right, maybe he should talk to Niall.

“Thanks Lou.”

“No problems Payno,” replied Louis as he hugged Liam.

“Do you know where he is?”

“I think he went golfing with Harry, should be back at the end of the afternoon.”

Liam nodded. He had to do something if his day of he would end up over thinking and it would resulted in him not talking to Niall when he came back.

“Wanna go shopping or something, I need to not think about Niall until I see him.”

Louis nodded. He grabbed his wallet and sunglasses while Liam asked one of their bodyguards to accompany them.

When Liam and Louis came back to the bus, Niall and Harry were already there, playing video games. Louis dropped his bags in his bunk and walked back to the lounge.

“Haz, there’s something I wanna show you,” said Louis, giving a pointed look to Liam.

Harry dropped the Xbox controller on the floor and followed Louis out of the bus without protesting. Liam wished he had. Liam took Harry’s place on the floor and immediately Niall was on him. He straddled his lap and wrapped his arms around Liam’s neck. He started kissing his jaw and neck, stopping to suck a mark.

“I missed you today.”

“I uh I missed you too.”

Niall leaned back and his hands were already trying to open Liam’s jeans. This was now or never. Liam gently grabbed Niall’s wrists in his hands.

“Stop.”

“What? Why? I mean you can say no anytime but what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“We need to talk.”

Niall closed his eyes and got off Liam’s laps and sat back on the floor.

“No need to talk, I know what you’re gonna say, I knew this day would come. I’m sorry, I won’t touch you again.”

“Wait what? What are you talking about? I don’t want you to stop touching me, that’s kind of the problem.”

“What?”

“Okay, we’re obviously both confused here. Care to explain what you meant?”

Niall was looking at the wall behind Liam’s head, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

“Listen, no need to act like you don’t know about my feeling for you. Louis told you? I should never have talked to him. I swear it won’t change anything.”

“What do you mean your feelings for me? No, Louis hasn’t said anything but he pushed me to admit my feelings to you. Wait, you talked to Louis about us?”

Niall nodded, “A few weeks ago.”

“Why are you always leaving my bed when we fall asleep together?”

“Because I thought this was one sided and I didn’t want to break my heart more.”

“But I asked you to stay.”

“I know.”

“We’re dumb,” laughed Liam and Niall started laughing too.

“So, this feelings thing, it’s mutual?”

“Yep,” replied Liam, “Now that we cleared that up, will you sleep in my bed?”

Niall smiled and nodded.

“I’ll never leave your bed.”

“I like the sound of that. Will we, I mean now that we’re, boyfriends?” Nial, nodded, “Will we do more than blowjobs?” asked Liam, his cheeks red.

Niall smiled again and took back his place on Liam’s laps.

“We’ll do whatever you want, love,” Niall replied before he started kissing Liam’s neck.

When Harry and Louis walked back in the bus an hour later, Liam and Niall’s clothes were everywhere and the two boys were laying naked and cuddling on the floor.

“Oh for fuck sake, I should never had encouraged you to talk!” exclaimed Louis. Niall and Liam laughed, they took their clothes and ran to the back of the bus leaving a confused Harry and an exasperated Louis behind them.

#niam #niall horan #liam payne #ficlet #my writing #claudia shut up

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izziebash · 7 years ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied → Adzie

Who: @izziebash & @theliadam

When: Saturday, February 17th

Where: 1152 Wizard Way → The Charming Dance Hall

What: After being set up by Tia and Sage, Izzie and Adam decide to make the best of their date at the Valentine’s Ball despite being fresh out of heartbreaks themselves.

Izzie heaved a sigh in front of her bedroom mirror. Here she was, all done up for the ball, in skin-tight red velvet and a mask and everything. It was one thing when she was wearing this for herself, prepared to be at the dance alone and just letting loose, but now that she had a date? It all felt so different. Now she found herself thinking, What would Adam think?which was bad, she knew, but it kept coming up in her head. Shaking away her nerves, Izzie grabbed her clutch and exited her room to meet Adam in the living room. "Your date has arriiiiiiived," she announced in sing-song, punctuating with jazz hands before taking in the sight of her date. "Wow, you...clean up," she nodded. She said it the way one would say 'you clean up well', but couldn't bring herself to articulate more than four words apparently.

Adam had done his best to look his best, a feat that normally wasn't hard but his confidence had taken a bit of a hit earlier that week so even as he fixed his dragon tie in the reflection of his phone and saw that he looked sharp, he felt only average. He felt almost bad for Izzie. His roommate had always been cute but lately she'd gone from beautiful to bombshell and she deserved to be spending the night with someone who was more fun than he currently was, but Tia and Sage had chosen him and he would have a hard time saying no to STI. He was waiting in the living room, glad that at least they lived together and he wouldn't have to wait outside of someone's house like a loser, when she emerged from her room. He felt his jaw drop. "Wow," he breathed as she announced herself. She looked incredible. It made his ego both inflate and deflate to think that he was matched up with a girl like this and it was all he could do to keep from just staring at her. "Thanks. You clean up, too. You really clean up," he smiled, looking at her up and down before meeting her gaze. "Congratulations. We're not even there yet and you're already the best looking girl there," he chuckled, offering an arm to her so they could start making their way to the festivities.

Izzie gave a modest shrug when Adam reacted to her, knowing that her dress looked nice. It was why she bought it! But still, getting that kind of attention from a boy was weird. But she liked to think that he felt just as awkward as she did about this whole thing, and he looked great, too, so they were really in the same boat. She laughed as he repeated her phrase, blushing because it sounded even dumber coming back to her, but also slightly charming coming out of him. "I meant you clean up well. Nicely. Et cetera," she joked, clapping a hand over her pink cheeks before he complimented her yet again. "Stop," she hit his chest with her clutch and shook her head, unable to shake the smile on her face as she held onto his arm and made her way toward the door. "Well I'm lucky that I've got the best-looking guy on my arm, as well, cause it would just be unfair to be with anyone else," she teased as they exited the cottage. Both of them being fresh out of relationship-type-things, it felt nice to just indulge in a little bit of ego-boosting between the two of them. Izzie hadn't felt bad, per say, after her breakup, but she had kind of purposely avoided dating and things of the like. Getting back out there, especially with someone who kind of knew what she was going through, was nice.

Adam chuckled a little bit, finding it hard not to smile as she hit his chest with her clutch. Before, that paired with her compliments and the way they both looked equally excellent would've been enough for Adam to decide he had a brand new crush, but he was more hesitant now than he'd been before Astrid, before Charlie. Maybe this didn't have to be that serious. Every time he tried serious he failed, and so far this was just nice. It was cute. It was light. And maybe it didn't have to be any more or less complicated than that. It might even be a good thing, to have someone to hang out with when there wasn't the pressure of impressing her like a real Date-date would. And if this wasn't a real date-date, he didn't have to hold in truths that might make a girl think less of him right. "We make a good pair," he agreed as they walked down the street. "Although I do want to say sorry now in advance. In case I end up being a fun-sucker tonight. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be going out with you, but I've felt like kind of a downer for a while now. So if that happens you have full permission to ditch me for the second best-looking guy in the room, no hard feelings." He kind of smiled as he said it like it was a joke even if he meant it. "See? I'm a downer already!"

Izzie cocked a brow when Adam gave his preemptive apology. She wondered what he could possibly be sorry for already, but then it kind of dawned on her why he might be a little down on this night. "You're not a downer!" she exclaimed, tossing her head back with laughter. "But thank you for the warning, I'll be sure to scope out Louis Dupont early enough so my ditching you will be nice and stealthy," she retorted with a smirk before allowing her tone to go a bit softer. It would be nice to knock this out of the way sooner rather than later. "You still feeling a little down about Trashhands -- Astrid!?" The slip-up of calling the girl by her STI-brand meanish nickname was mostly a mistake, but maybe something in her subconsciously wanted it to come out. She always thought it was funny, and nothing better to cheer someone up than to (literally) trash-talk their ex. "Sorry, that's a mean nickname, she's a lovely girl, my sorority sister..." She shook her head, as if chastising herself for being so rude. "She's missing out," she offered, though she wasn't even sure if that's what had Adam down in the dumps. Izzie figured it couldn't hurt to let him know of that very true fact.

Adam wrinkled his nose at her pick of second hottest guy, but it worked in eliciting a laugh from him. "Not who I would've picked but I guess you have better authority in picking out hot guys than I do," he admitted with a smile on his face that froze and sank when she mentioned Astrid. He could practically hear Winnie in his head telling him that mean nicknames like Trashhands were one of the many reasons he shouldn't be out with a member of STI, but he shook it away - Iz was always Winnie's favorite and he trusted her judgement more than his own sometimes. Still, the nickname wasn't the nicest thing in the world. " Astrid is pretty great, yeah. I mean, I was just getting to know her, but it always sucks to know that you aren't what somebody's looking for. Sometimes it'd just be nice to finally be that for somebody, you know?" He chuckled self-consciously and nodded in agreement. "It gets a little tiring being the wrong choice. But, uh, that's just more downer talk, really." He bit his lip, remembering her recent thing with their other roommate and wondered if she maybe understood more than he'd thought. "And I'm glad to be out with you, because anyone not getting to spend the day with you? They're missing out too."

Izzie laughed, glad that she could get him to chuckle too. "Eh, he's a Zude, we Pis gotta stick with our men," she joked, wrinkling her nose. Even she could tell how weird all this sorority-fraternity crap sounded coming out of her mouth, but 'Pi' had become her second language. She worried for a moment that Adam would resent her mentioning Astrid by the look on his face. When he corrected her, she nodded, taking note that he didn't find it as funny as she did, but listened to him. Not that she had much experience dating, but she could imagine that it really sucked never being the first choice, especially when it came to girls like Charlie and Astrid. Both really cool. "Yeah, I can see how that might suck. I find it hard to believe that girls out there aren't looking for hot soccer players with great hair, though. So maybe you've just gotta keep looking," Izzie offered with a smirk before he mentioned who had ditched her. When things had ended with that guy, it was because he was going away, and that was okay, but he also said something about them not "fitting" anymore. That she was changing or something, and she just said that if he couldn't accept her evolving into who she always wanted to be, then they wouldn't work in the first place. "...Thanks. He would've preferred to be out with sweater-vests-and-plaid-skirts Izzie, anyway."

Adam nodded while he smiled, the fraternity stuff making total sense to him. It was a system, like the @ pack or something, but bigger, and Adam was all for finding a place where he belonged. It was why he loved the soccer team so much, aside from actually feeling like he was talented enough to be there. He grinned at the compliment but shrugged at the mention of 'keeping on looking'. It sounded tiring. "You would think the hair or the soccer would reel them in but here I am, still fishing," he laughed, shaking his head at the idea of someone picking and choosing which version of Izzie they liked most. "Don't get me wrong, the sweater vests and plaid skirts were a look, but you're still Izzie, no matter what you're wearing. I can't see how more guys aren't out there looking for exactly that. Maybe you've just gotta keep looking," he suggested back, bringing back her words and meaning them 100%.

Izzie playfully held her hands up like she was holding a fishing rod, mimed like she was tossing it in Adam's direction, and "reeled him in". "Well I've caught you for the night, and til we find you someone even more worthy, I'll toss you back," she smirked, mentally patting herself on the back for the great analogy. Maybe this was what they both needed -- a friend first and foremost. But for now, they both just needed to let loose a little. Not that she hadn't been doing plenty of that at Pi parties, but still -- Izzie had been wound up enough of her life to warrant letting loose whenever she felt like it. "Thanks," she said quietly, giving a small giggle in response to Adam turning her phrase back on her. They were coming up on the dance hall now, and Izzie could already hear the music blaring from the ballroom all the way down the street. "So what's the game plan tonight, General? I must warn you, it's gonna be pretty hard to tear me away from the dance floor," she teased.

Adam caught onto what she was doing the moment she threw the fake line at him. He dropped her arm and threw his arm over her shoulder like he was being pulled in even closer. "Good catch," he complimented, nodding his head. "And good idea." It was easy to be comfortable with Izzie, easier than he'd thought, really. And maybe he was still a little sad but he was also willing to have a good time, especially now that it felt like they both needed it. They may not be a couple, but they could be a team for tonight. The music was almost intimidating but it was also more inviting than he could've imagined and his chest puffed up at being called General. He could do this. They could do this. "We should develop a signal for when you need me to get you punch or snacks or something. As your escort, it's the least I can do. But otherwise, dancing till we drop sounds like a solid tactic to me. Let's go for it!"

Izzie smirked. "Good catch indeed!" she beamed, leaning into his embrace and wrapping her arms around his waist as they walked. She felt Adam's chest inflate a little when she called him General, and gave it a few pats to emphasize her point. Her head flew back with laughter when he suggested they have a code signal, and she gave a hum with contemplation. "Keeping me sustenated while I dance? A true gentleman!" she exclaimed, not even caring that 'sustenated' wasn't even a word. Old Izzie would have cared. "And every time we think about things and people that make us sad? We dance it out! No room to be a downer when you've got the power of boogie-ing on your side."

Adam was increasingly glad that Tia had texted him in the first place, because he couldn't imagine going through with his original plan now, which was just to show up and try to be happy. It was comforting to know that the breakup buddies at least wouldn't be left alone tonight. "But of course! Would you expect anything less from me?" he joked, then whistled at her next suggestion. "That's going to be a lot of dancing, but that's a good thing. I bet we'll do it so much and so well that we'll forget we were dancing to fight the downer away anyway." He looked at her with a smile and, with a voice more serious than anything he'd said yet, he said, "Thanks again, for coming with me." Clearing his throat, he looked forward again dramatically onto the fray. "Are you ready, partner?"

Izzie giggled, tightening her grip around Adam’s waist with a content sigh. Yes, this was going to be a good night. Dancing, letting loose, and having fun with someone new. That was definitely something she needed in her life right now, and couldn’t believe she got it from some weird Tia and Sage setup. “So muchand so well!” she repeated with a smirk, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance and now I am so intrigued since you threw the gauntlet down like that. Watch out, dance floor.” The laugh in her voice faded to a small, awkward chuckle when Adam’s tone got more serious, and Izzie couldn’t help but feel a bit of a warm feeling in her gut when he thanked her. There was really nothing like finding a good thing that was right under one’s nose. “Yeah, thanks to you too,” she replied with a warm smile. Then, eyes followed his gaze to stare down the door to the dance hall. “Bring it on,” Izzie said dramatically, before grabbing Adam by the hand and nearly skipping inside.

#( interaction: adam )#( feat: adam )#✦event: masquerade ball 2k18

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raoulbathletics-blog · 7 years ago

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Rubbermaid Weights, Goku, and a 7 year-4 year Degree

I have always loved fitness; well I have always loved lifting weights. Fitness involves much more than lifting weights like running. I’ll be honest, I can not stand running, it sucks. I have a “rep the weights faster” as a cardiovascular ideology. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on runners or endurance athletes. I actually envy y'all (I’m from the south, I say y'all, don't expect it to change). With that being said, yes I do admire your capacity for long duration cardio endurance but I also believe a “Man” shouldn’t weigh less than 185 pounds or be beardless. Thats another blog later on.

As long as I remember I was into pumping iron. When I was a kid I idolized figures such as Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, The Rock, The Incredible Hulk, and Goku. Yes, I know the last two or cartoon characters, but a lot can be learned from Goku’s dedication and commitment to training and nutrition. If you didn't get hyped AF and start beating the shit out of your bedroom walls when Kakarot went Super Saiyan you aren’t even human. I’m a nerd, so what, I can bench press a Fiat. Anyways back to my childhood and lifting weights. To this day I can still remember my first weight set. It was this tiny little bench with a “barbell” that was the diameter of a broomstick and the weights were these plastic case container like things that were filled with concrete or sand. Pretty much what I had was a weight set made by Rubbermaid. There was even a cap you could unscrew on each one where you could let a little sand out or add some. I loved that damn weight set, I thought it was awesome, but hey I was 9 years old and I was about to be like Arnold (growing up all my friends wanted to “Be like Mike”, I wanted to be the Terminator). Something about lifting weights and growing muscle has always intrigued me. I believe my Dad had a part in my fascination with working out. My dad has always been built, maybe not as aesthetic or as big as my celebrity and cartoon idols but compared to my friend’s fathers and anyone that I personally known my dad was, still is, swole. My dad was the one to show me what a bench press, bicep curl, and lat pull down were. Let’s just say he paved the way for me. Now my father showed me the in and outs of the weight room, but my perception of pure brute strength came from my mother and the rest of the Boughtons. Those Boughtons let me tell ya. Have you heard of the term “Construction Strong”? Well if you looked up that term in the dictionary, there would be a picture of the Boughton Family. Now I have never seen my uncle touch a dumbbell but he could pick up an 80 pound sack of concrete in each hand and scale a ladder at the same time, the crazy thing is my mom would be right behind him with another sack a concrete. You’d think we were a family of vikings, if it weren't for most of us being vertically challenged and that one tan skinned kid aka me. The Boughtons are just a solid group of individuals with a tenacity for work, not desk jockeying work, but physical manual labor in the elements of nature type of work. To this day, my 72 year old grandmother still mows 1 acre of grass with a push mower. The damn thing isn't even self propelled. That’s what I call Functional Fitness; yeah cool “Fran” time bro but can you mix concrete with a shovel and wheel barrow, frame a house or build an award winning Mardi Gras float in less than a week. I think not. Again being able to lift weights and not call a “professional” to change your light bulb is another blog topic for a later date. I owe a lot to my family and my upbringing for my love of working out. The patriarch of the Boughtons, my grandfather, is who I received my first protein shake. Now I’m not talking about the delicious whey protein shake you and I are accustomed to today. I’m talking old school; glass of whole milk, 4 raw eggs, and a tsp of vanilla extract-protein shake (needless to say this was my first and last “old school” protein shake).

I was 15 when Hurricane Katrina hit the Mississippi Gulf Coast (if you are not familiar with this area, the location I am talking about is “The Landmass” between New Orleans and Alabama). Everything was destroyed and we didn't have school for months, so there wasn't anything to do besides to either work out and/or make a little pocket change gutting houses and cleaning debris. Let me tell you, tearing down soaking wet, moldy drywall got old quick. There was a few of us that really got into working out at this time; one of which really got into it, stuck with it and he now has his IFBB Pro Card. Ready for this, the dude is a VEGAN... Which is not totally unheard of these days. To compete in the world of bodybuilding it’s 90 percent diet, I don’t care what you say, it is. So when your food intake is all veggies and you are committed to pumping iron, yeah you are going to be shredded.

So we all hit the weights pretty hard from sophomore to senior year of high school. You know you're doing something right when your classmates all claim that you're on roids. “Nah’ bruh, blame it on genetics, two a days at the gym, copious amounts of grilled chicken breast and the occasional case of Keystone Light. (what, I was carb loading). I played football in high school a couple of times but I kept getting injured in the weight room due to poor programming and improper coaching on weightlifting technique from my “all knowledgeable coaches”. I got stronger outside of the football weight room by going to other gyms and doing research on my own. This is one of the reasons I later finally chose a career path that I’m in now.

Then came college. I know you’ve heard of “Gaining that Freshman 50″. Well I took it up a notch and gained a whopping 70 pounds after high school. I was what you called a career student. I took advantage of everything college had to offer, except the academic part. I didn't hit the books hard until my 3rd freshman year and finally chose a major and stuck with it. Prior to this I hopped around from engineering, only because my friend was doing it (the same one that is a vegan body builder but I quickly realized that my math capacity was limited to counting by 45′s) to pre law (but at this time I turned 21 and there was no need to use my fake ID anymore), to finally figuring why don't I do something relevant to what I love, Working out. At this point I was 4 years into a relationship with my now wife and most of her family are educators and coaches. I stated earlier how often got hurt often in the high school weight room and I wasn’t the only one. I also had only like 2 influential teachers in my high school career, (thank you Sheila and Monty G). So I decided to go into coaching with an emphasis on strength and conditioning with a minor and history. For people that don't know, if you plan to coach a high school team you'll have to teach a class too. So I chose another topic that I really like, History, (there’s no way in hell I’m teaching math unless its only kilo to pound conversions or counting plates on a barbell). I felt like I needed to be in the classroom and in the weight room to positively motivate and inspire kids. After a 7 year stint in college and over $40k in student loans, I finally received that 4 year degree everyone rant and raves about. Another blog for another time.

With that being said, I fuel planes to pay the bills. Remember how I said my now In Laws are teachers. Well they also tell me stories of the job. It’s not the kids that have deterred me from the job, it’s the parents. I honestly don’t wont to deal with y'all all knowing, ignorant, neglectful, pig headed, selfish A-Holes. Now I know not all of you parents are like this but there’s a select few that I really don't have the time or patience for. I give props and thanks to all teachers out there. You are a group of people that are underpaid and under appreciated for what y'all do and put up with.

After 4 years and counting in the aviation industry, mortgage doesn't pay itself, I finally had the opportunity to live the American Dream. I am now an entrepreneur that owns his own business, Rah’s Gym in Bay St. Louis, Ms. I could have easily pursued my dream in an easier way and be a personal trainer at someone else’s gym. Do you see the problem with that last sentence? I’ll break it down for you. In order to truly succeed the route should never be easy. I think there’s a difference between being a personal trainer and strength coach. Lastly, being at “someone’s else’s gym” didn’t sit well with me. Especially since there weren’t any “gym’s” near me. Yes, there were health clubs, and fitness centers, and judgement free zones with pizza parties, but there were no gyms. So with the determination to finally get my Freshman 70 off, oh yeah it’s still there, and an increased limit on my card I opened my own gym. A real gym. I have no air conditioning, no smith machines, and a bunch of free weights. When people ask where my cardio section is, I simply point to the one elliptical and to the road on side of the gym and say “There’s no better cardio than feet to pavement.”

Rah’s Gym has been open for 8 month’s now and business is good for being the niche, non commercial, mainstream gym that it is. I’ve learned a lot so far; not just about running a business but about the field that I love. You know there’s so much more to working out besides heavy singles and curls for the girls. I know right, who would have thought. I house all types of athletes at the gym; Functional Fitters, aka crossfitters that don't like to be sued, Body Builders, Power lifters, Mixed Martial Artists, and even Triathletes.

It’s an exciting time to be in the fitness industry. People are finally giving a shit about their health and quality of life, and I want to be a part of it. I plan on losing my Freshman 70, are you.

Lift heavy, run efficiently, and rest often.

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