#for jam

"Niall, you're fucking suffocating me." Jane grunted, jolting her shoulder so Niall would wake up and stop drooling a bloody pool onto her.

The jolt was clearly enough to push his headphones off, and surely wake him up. But being the stubborn boy he is, Niall decided he liked Jane's shoulder too much to move, and he knows that if he just fluttered his eyes a little he'd have a spectacular view down her white crochet top. Jane's been his bestfriend for as long as he can remember. It's just being stuck on this stupid aeroplane for so long that it's got all his hormones raging, plus Jane and him had both mutually decided she did have a great pair of tits. 

That's just how it was with them. Occasionally they'd give into each others needs, with the help of their parents adoring the other kid and allowing numerous sleepovers, normally unsupervised. But that's just what it was. Two bestfriends. Last year of highschool. And now currently stuck on a nine hour flight to the Bahamas for their graduating class trip.

Having rich parents definitely had its perks. Like the fact that Jane and Niall both go to a pretty upper class school. Like really upper class. Where the girls wear those tight fitting blazers, with cute little hats and the boys wear ties and their shoes are always super shiny. It's all proper British and something really stereotypical. Niall absolutely revels in it. He's the typical jock, star on the football field and known for that stupid Irish charm. Whilst Jane is the complete opposite and complains she's constantly "suppressed" by the small world the school shoves her into. Never the less, they've stuck it through and they're beyond excited to be on their graduation trip with their class mates. And of coarse they travel in business class. And excited in ways more than one.

With a final shove, Niall finally gives up his act and flutters his eyes open to exactly what he'd expected. Jane's familiar little pink bra, which really left nothing for the imagination. She'd stated it was part of "the look" but Niall had disagreed and said it was just another way to be a tease. Niall looks up innocently at Jane, who's cheeks are a little rosy and pink. 

"What?" She asks, looking up from her novel. 

"You've gone all rosy like you do when I make you scream." Niall states bluntly. Because let's be honest, they both know its fully well true.

Jane's cheek fire up just like Niall knew they would, and she bites the inside of her cheek because she hates how he can just read her mind. "Shut up Niall. You really don't help the rumours do you?" 

Niall pulls himself off her shoulder now, eyes level with hers. 

"C'mon, you and I both know you weren't really reading that book." He teases, drawing out the vowels.

And fuck, how does he do that? Jane's just about sure she can taste blood in her mouth now because maybe she was thinking about how Niall so easily makes her throw her head back and get all hot and heavy. 

Niall smirks knowingly, seeing her eyes dart from his lips to his eyes and his chest poking through the top off his jacket. 

"Knew it." He says, still a little husky and just above a whisper.

But Jane has no time to protest, because his familiar fingertips are already dancing across the hem off her denim shorts. Jane's novel slips from her grasp and clutters onto the floor. She knew sitting with Niall for a nine hour flight wasn't a good idea, but Niall claimed Harry was too annoying in small spaces, claiming he was pretty sure Zayn got high in the toilets before, Louis and Liam had already picked their seats together and that left Jane. But Jane's pretty sure this was Niall's intention since Harry and him had made an effort in making comments about Jane's top and boobs. 

"Niall," Jane warns quietly as he pops open a button. "We're on a plane for fuck sakes."

Niall simply chuckles, "Jane, they're all to excited and loud to notice. C'mon no one can even see us." 

And again, he leaves no time to protest. Because her pants are shoved down, and Jane's biting her lip while Niall makes a mark on her neck. Because Niall knows Jane. And Jane knows Niall. He knows how to hit the precise spot each time, and she knows that this really isn't the end for the plane trip.

"Okay so Harry, Louis, Liam..." Ms. Cash drifts off us she pulls out a room key, "You're room 258. Please, for the love of God don't ruin it." She concludes with a small wince.

Harry steps forward, a dimpled grin and a smooth, "Promise we won't love." 

And everyone rolls their eyes because of coarse Harry's got to make a move on the hot young chaperone. Even though Niall called dibs. Ms. Cash shakes her head and rolls her eyes too before returning to her list, and fetches another key.

"Okay Niall, Zayn; you two are room 259. Eleanor, Danielle; room 260." Louis drops a not so subtle wink in Eleanor's direction, "Perrie, Jane; just next door at room 261."

"Awesome," Perrie says, bumping Jane's shoulder. 

Ms. Cash continues rolling through the names and handing out room keys. Before Jane can either pick up her suitcase to put on the trolley, Niall's hands in the back pocket of her shorts. Which isn't unusual behaviour for them, but Perrie scoffs at them anyway. 

"Only two rooms down." Niall practically purrs into Jane's ear.

"Don't forget I'm in there too." Perrie interjects, big black eyelashes fluttering teasingly.

Niall rolls his eyes, "Don't act like you won't be doing the horizontal salsa with Zayn, who's in my room."

With that Perrie's cheeks become a nice shade of pink. Which becomes a nice shade of red when all the boys chuckle at Niall's comment, as though they're his groupies. 

"Alright," Ms. Cash clears her throat, "Seeing as it's already tea time, go get settled and you have the night to yourselves." 

So Jane was trying to read her novel again. And whether the characters romance was getting too much for her, or if it was the verging unbearable heat in her room, something had her hot and heavy. Jane decided a cold shower would be good, but as usual Niall gives her no time. Because he doesn't even knock. Just waltzes in, topless and in plaid boxers. And Jane can't help but notice his skins slightly coated in sweat, like when he's cooling down from a football match, not gross but just highlights all the muscles moving under his pearled skin. 

And again Niall leaves no time, because he's already kicked her book off the bed and crawled on top of her. Jane blinks momentarily and she's internally grateful that Perrie is in fact doing the horizontal salsa with Zayn. By the time her eyes are open, Niall's normally electric blue eyes are a darker shade and his pupils slightly dilated, and Jane can taste the beer on his breath and knows the boys have raided the bar fridge. 

She just smirks because this is them. She knows Niall, and she can feel his length growing against her thigh. And she knows that if she rakes her nails down his shoulder blades, she'll leave a small mark and send Niall over the edge. And she does, and Niall takes that opportunity to finally kiss her. And he lets Jane glide her tongue over his, and he takes in every inch of her. Letting his hands roam over her small pyjama clad body. Whilst hers find their way over his small, but still toned bum and guides them towards his crotch. Which he instantly grinds into, and Jane smirks again. 

So Niall tugs her singlet over her head, and pulls her brown waves out the way so he can mark her neck on the other side. And Niall loves that Jane is already hot and heavy because that's when she really kills it in bed. Like now how she's already pumping his length, and doesn't give him a chance to even get to her chest because she's flipped them both over now. Her breasts spilling out of that stupid pink bra as she drags his boxers down. And Niall can't seem to catch his breath anymore because fuck Jane's lips feel good wrapped around the head of his dick. Her lips a cold alternative from the hot air. And oh shit, how she does that thing with her tongue.

And Niall's done before he can even remember he started, and this is how they are. Because Jane knows. And she crawls back off and wipes the corner of her mouth. Which only seems to let the blood surge to Niall's crotch again. And they smirk. Because this definitely isn't the end for tonight. 

Jane collapses onto Niall's heaving chest, and places a tender kiss on his jaw. Niall's fingertips dancing along her clammy back as they just breathe simultaneously.

"This is going to be a really great trip." Jane says quietly.

Niall finally has the ability to chuckle, "Round two?"