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Niam - Here Comes Your Man

It’s raining outside, fat drops pattering against the window in a comforting rhythm. Liam sits up in bed and watches little rivulets of water race each other down the pane, wrapped in two blankets and a bathrobe.

He’s just thinking about going to make some tea when Niall stirs next to him, grunting sleepily and nuzzling his head further into the pillow. His hair is a nest of messy blond swoops and dips, face slack and open. He might be drooling a little bit. Liam smiles fondly. Just then, Niall cracks one blue eye open and Liam does his best to adopt a neutral expression, because it’d probably be a bit weird to wake up to someone grinning at you like a fool.

Niall doesn’t seem to mind, though. He mutters something under his breath and shifts closer to Liam, pressed warm along his side as he slowly blinks awake.

“Morning,” says Liam, quiet but cheerful.

Niall stretches like a cat and nods toward the rain-streaked window. “Good day for a lie-in,” he says, voice thick with sleep.

“I’ve got nowhere to be,” says Liam.

Niall sits up as well, yawning and rubbing at his eyes with closed fists. “Me either,” he says conspiratorially.

Feeling a bit giddy, Liam swoops Niall up inside both his blankets and kisses his temple, where there’s a red pillow crease. Niall just laughs and turns his head a bit, catching Liam’s mouth with his. Their lips press together once, warm and dry. Then Liam lets his eyes slide shut and he leans in to kiss Niall properly, one hand curved over the nape of his neck. Niall sighs a little as Liam catches his bottom lip in between his teeth, fisting his hands into the front of Liam’s bathrobe.

They kiss like that for a while, curled into each other as rain falls against the roof and drips down from the gutter. Liam loses track of time after a few minutes, not thinking of anything except for how nice this feels, how close and warm and peaceful everything is. For a while, he thinks maybe they won’t feel like going any further than this.

But eventually, Niall’s jaw relaxes just a bit, leaving his mouth hot and open in a way that sends a thrill through Liam. He hesitates a moment and then opens his own mouth just slightly, feeling electric at the first soft touch of their tongues moving together. Liam’s gut does something swoopy as Niall lets out a quiet noise, sweetly compliant as his tongue slips past Liam’s. Soon, his hands finds Liam’s shoulders and pushes him backwards until they’re both lying down, tangled up in sheets and blankets and each other.

Liam chastely kisses both corners of Niall’s mouth before carefully making his way back over to the center. He notices the constant movement of Niall’s hands; cupping Liam’s chin with the utmost care at one moment, clinging to his shoulders the next, then absently sliding his knuckles up and down one arm. Feeling a bit flustered, Liam begins to suck deliberate, messy kisses down Niall’s throat, only stopping once he reaches the collar of his t-shirt.

Liam reaches down to push up the hem of Niall’s shirt, exposing his stomach and accidentally brushing up against his semi on the way. Niall’s half-lidded eyes fly open at the touch, and his hands finally still. Liam tries not to laugh as he leans up for another kiss, stroking over Niall’s chest in an attempt to put him at ease.

Eventually, the shirt is eased up over Niall’s head and thrown off into a corner of the room, leaving him bare-chested. Niall shivers exaggeratedly and burrows even further under the covers, getting in Liam’s space and fumbling with the strings of his bathrobe until they come undone, helping him wriggle out of it and cast it away.

Once both of them are wearing nothing but their boxers, they spare a moment to look at each other. Niall is flushed all the way down to the tops of his shoulders, looking both turned-on and a bit groggy. Liam is sure that he himself looks completely ridiculous, but the way Niall is watching him makes it quite difficult to care all that much.