#ziarry

Living in the fraternity was a lot of work. No one believed Niall when he said this. His classmates didn’t his mom didn’t, neither did his brother. It was a lot of work though! Niall was exhausted after everyday, dealing with his frat brothers over and over again. 

Having to organize the best parties, outdoing every other fraternity was a lot of work, making the best pranks on the other fraternities and sororities was another exhausting aspect of frat life and every once in a while holding up a book to study was also a lot of work… but less hard work than the previous options. 

It was in Niall’s painting class that someone finally spoke up. Niall had been whining about how much he needed to get done before the party on Friday and how Liam and Louis weren’t helping at all, merely making out on the couch. 

It was unfair having their boyfriend living in the fraternity, it just gave them more and more incentive to make out constantly and everywhere and Niall was starting to be scared of touching anything… their gay germs could be on the couch, one never knew. 

“Would you be quiet?” a guy with dark toned skin, caramel eyes and perfect hair hissed, five o’clock shadow making him look all the more desirable and Niall was certain that the gay germs had somehow transferred onto him if he began to feel something stir in his lower regions, merely looking at those perfectly shaped cheek bones. 

Niall completely forgot what the beautiful stranger had said, his mouth gaping open, blue eyes wide. This man was gorgeous, that intense stare, strong tattooed arms, and everything was so perfect about him. 

“Would you just be quiet so we can all have peace and focus on the art?” the wonderful man spoke once more, Niall nodding dumbly, not able to respond in any other, smarter way. Anything for this beautiful man. 

Friday came quickly and Niall was proud to say, his hard, exhausting work had paid off. The party was a success and everyone was getting drunk, including him. 

What was a frat party without alcohol? Nothing. 

In their yard kids were grinding, making out, basically dry fucking for everyone to see, sorority sisters and fraternity brothers showing one another off in ways which truly seemed to disgust Niall sometimes. 

Inside, the beer was flowing, three rounds of beer pong in different rooms, others were using the mattresses to go mattress surfing. The kitchen was full of people, drinking and laughing, the upstairs was used for weed and other drugs. 

Niall was drunk. There was nothing else to say. He swayed around, held onto the wall, blearily walked from room to room, looking for one of his fraternity brothers, someone to talk with and annoy in his current idiotic state of mind. 

He wanted someone to pay attention to him, but of course he only found Liam and Louis making out in a corner, Louis on Liams’ lap, grinding against him, fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands, while Liams’ hands were dangerously low, squeezing the perfect bottom and pulling Louis closer. 

“Always watch your best friends make out?” someone asked beside Niall, making the younger teen jump and look up… far up. 

The guy was tall, green eyes sparkling, lips set into a perfect little coy smile which Niall wanted to rip off immediately, but he didn’t know why. This guy was gorgeous, tattoos showing due to the tank top of some stupid band. 

“Its hot.” Was all Niall managed to say before swaying a little and stumbling away from the too good looking stranger. 

Where were all these overly attractive men coming from? Niall really had to stop hanging out with Liam and Louis, because the gay was starting to rub off on him more and more. Niall had always been straight. He loved tits. 

Who didn’t love tits, tits were the shit. They were squishy and soft and perfect to lay on and they were so much fun to play with. They jiggled when touched and tits were just awesome, no one could deny that… and Niall loved tits, yet the thought of dick also seemed satisfying, which scared him. 

So officially Niall was hanging out too much with Liam and Louis and needed to get rid of the gay. Obviously. 

Niall stumbled outside to the front yard of the large fraternity house. The hipster douche bag guy, with his good looks, following him, almost as though he was scared Niall was going to hurt himself, but this was Nialls’ hood, he knew his was around and wandered here more than enough drunk. 

“Come on, let us get you to bed.” The tall guy muttered, grabbing Niall by the elbow, trying to stop the drunk teen from rushing off into the darkness. 

“Noooo! Don’t wanna!” Niall exclaimed, slurring his words, “No go with hot guys!” He added on, weakly slapping at the hipster stranger. 

It was at that time that art stranger walked by as well, fag lit, smoking and walking by the fraternity. He looked so calm, collected and he even brought his stupid, overly perfect cheek bones with him, which Niall hated him for. 

Now here he was, shorter than both, drunker than both and completely horny. 

Art class guy saw the two, saw the hipster guy and smirked walking over, calmly dropping the fag and stomping on it. 

“Loud mouth, this is what you were bitching about?” he sounded so smug and Niall didn’t like it. 

Yet he somehow did. 

Everything that night seemed to be one big contradiction. The alcohol was taking effect and it started ot make him feel woozy and all the more horny. The more he looked at hot art class guy and the closer hot hipster guy pressed, it seemed to bother him more and more. 

“’m not gay… but… you guys aareee hoooot!” he exclaimed happily, looking up at the hipster guy, then over to art class guy, eyes hooding over with the excitement of what might follow his drunk outburst. 

“Well then we should see if you’re really not gay.” Hipster guy smirked, nodding to art class guy, as though they knew one another. 

Niall didn’t care. He was drunk. Alcohol was what gave him the courage to admit that maybe it wasn’t Louis and Liam rubbing their gay off on him. Maybe it was though… 

Niall didn’t care, he grabbed both of his boys, since they were his for the night, and he totally decided that in his drunk stupor that someone might see them, that the other drunk people would notice their hands, Niall did not care. He just wanted these boys, in his room in his bed, attacking him with their perfection. 

Niall grabbed one of the mattresses which was used for mattress surfing, made the other two help him bring it up and into his room, where thankfully the stoners hadn’t gone in yet and made it reek of weed. 

Niall locked the door, too bad for Liam and Louis who he was stuck sharing a room with, since Niall was going to have gay adventures of his own and they would totally be jealous once they saw how hot his hipster and artist hook ups were. 

Niall got right to it, turning around, standing on the tip of his toes, of course swaying, and sloppily kissed hipster guy hard, hands around the guys knew, leaning up to kiss him. It wasn’t the best, not the worst, but lots of tongue, lots of teeth and lots of vigor. 

It was amazing to feel that, to be so close to someone and never before had Niall needed to crane his neck in such an exposing way to get to the one he was kissing. It was perfect for artist guy to lean in, his teeth nipping at the sensitive and exposed skin, running his tongue over the spots, peppering it with kisses before settling and biting down hard, sucking and running his tongue. 

Niall was drunk, couldn’t control himself and let out the most satisfying moan. It was, of course, muffled by hipster guys’ perfectly pouting lips and minutes later all three stood apart, panting a little and all three turned on. 

Niall was the first to move. He didn’t care, the alcohol was egging him on, whispering to him, telling him what to do. He’d seen Liam and Louis do this often enough, heard them talk about it over and over and so he was no stranger to these types of acts between the same sex. 

He missed tits, he sort of did, but seeing those dark curls and those perfect cheekbones and all the array of different tattoos made Niall forget about tits and how squishy they were. He wanted to run his tongue over all the tattoos, taste the men before him. 

Niall forced the two to sit down on the mattress which had been forgotten and discarded on the floor before swaying his hips to the beat of the loud music down below them, taking off his shirt, then his pants and lastly his underwear. 

He was used to guys seeing him naked, he lived with a bunch of guys in a frat house and skinny dipping with the neighboring sororities was a must every semester. 

The other two looked on in amazement, taking off their shirts and jeans as well, staying in their underwear when Niall crawled over towards them, nothing but pure lust in those vibrant blue eyes. 

It made them all go slightly insane and seemed to turn them on even more. 

Hipster guy fisted his erection through his tight boxer briefs, palming himself at the pure sight of drunk, flushed, naked Niall. The blonde streaks matted to his forehead, lips pink, soft hands moving over artist Zayn, then down to his boxers and pushing them down, only to close his eyes and lick around the tip of the hot erection. 

A groan, a moan and Niall couldn’t help but take in more, deeper and deeper, almost choking. He reeled back a few tears in his eyes before taking a deep breath and trying again. He knew how it went, he’d overheard enough conversations about this with Liam and Louis so he had to know how to work it and he figured it out. 

Running his tongue over the tip, swirling it around the thick shaft, breathing evenly, even though he wanted to just swallow it whole. Niall, even in his drunk state, knew he needed to take it slow. 

“Finally found something better to do with that loud mouth of yours.” Artist guy hummed, head back, arching a little while his hand was on the smaller boys neck, guiding him along his thick shaft, moving him up and down. 

Niall had his eyes closed, enjoyed the taste and took in every moment, every little last thing he just wanted to savor this, because even though he loved tits, this was just as good, if not even better and it surprised him. 

He was shocked to feel something else, someone behind him, hands running over his outstretched and very naked behind, cool fingers palming his erection. 

Niall moaned around the artist guy dick in his mouth, pushing forward a little, then back against the roaming hand of hipster guy. 

“He’s amazing Harry.” Artist guy groaned, weakly high fiving hipster guy. 

“I want to feel him Zayn.” Hipster guy groaned. 

It was as though Niall wasn’t there. He ignored them though, their conversation, but at least he knew their names, knew who he was dealing with and who he was pleasuring this evening. 

It was moment later that artist guy, aka Zayn, pulled Niall off him, saliva running down the blonde boys lip, eyed half lidded with pure want and lust, red rushing down his neck and over those adorable cheeks. 

“You got lube pretty boy?” Zayn asked, thumb running over the side of Nialls’ mouth where the spit was, wiping it off before planting a heated kiss there, pulling back once more. 

Niall nodded, weakly pointing to where he knew Liam kept his lube. Liam had a whole lube collection, as though the different brands were meant for different nights with Louis, Niall had no idea. He just knew that Liam wasted way too much money on that stuff. 

Harry, Hipster guy, walked to the shelf and looked through the different kinds before grabbing one and returning. 

“We’re going to fuck you tonight pretty boy. Your loud mouth is going to be put to good use.” Zayn smirked. 

“Fucking yeah…” Niall exclaimed, ready to fistpump a little due to the excitement, but Harry was back quickly, making Niall bend over once more, Zayn’s erection looking all too inviting and he began his hard work once more. 

One finger, Niall winced, Harry moving it in and out, lube making it easier. Zayn pulled Niall off, running a hand through the blonde hair, another finger added, then a third. It was long, too long, but needed to be done and drunk Niall just wanted to feel the real thing. 

He didn’t mind the pain, just wanted Hipster Harry to do him, to fuck him, so he knew if Liam and Louis were right, had always been right. He needed to know, needed to feel and he was too turned on for anything. 

“Pleaseeeeee.” Niall whined, Zayn smirked, leaning over and kissing Niall, hand lazily moving up and down his own erection, teasing the blonde who couldn’t help but stare at it longingly. 

A knock! A loud knock, made Niall flinch, turn a little and glare at the door. 

“Niall fucking Horan! We want to sleep so fucking open up you asswipe!” 

“Leave you fucking dickwad!” Niall cursed back, Louis aggravating him and being the biggest cock block there could be. 

“Fucking open up Horan!” Louis shouted again, “Or I’m making Liam break the door down.” 

Quiet protest from the level headed boyfriend didn’t faze Niall. He just wanted to get fucked, wanted to suck the wonderful dick in front of him, he didn’t have time to deal with his gay best friends who totally caused this entire situation by rubbing their gay off on him. 

“I’m getting laid so fuck off!” Niall shouted, then decided to tune everything else out, because Harry was done prepping him, pulling the three fingers out, smiling over to Zayn, nodding and then, lubed himself up and then moved in. 

It was painful, Niall felt bad at first, not even the long, too long, prepping could have prepared him for this, but Harry took his time and once he bottomed out, waited for Niall to adjust, one large hand lazily reaching down and massaging Niall’s balls, another hand running through his hair and Zayn finally let him have his erection once more. 

Before any of them knew it, Niall was moving back and forth, hungrily slurping on Zayn’s dick while fucking himself on Harry’s. It was a sight to see, the smaller boy, completely taken by the feelings, the way Harry held him and Zayn moved him, dominated by both. 

Never before did Niall think he would like this, but the gay really did rub off on him and he liked being manhandled, loved it when Harry pulled out, only to lie down on the bed and force Niall to sit on his erection, sinking down, making Niall see starts, back arching, hand grabbing blindly for Zayn to jerk him off while moving atop Harry. 

It was something so magnificent, so erotic that none of them could hold on much longer, moans escaping them all, Niall begging to be fucked faster, harder, more and more, asking for it over and over again, voice getting louder and louder, shouting out their names. 

He was the first to let himself go, clenching around Harry, eyes closed, mouth tightly wound around Zayn’s perfect warmth. It was too much for them all. A groan, followed by another and in the end all three collapsed onto the mattress together, Niall between the two, cuddling closer, not even caring about how dirty they were, how gross it was, or how weird it was that there were no squishy tits to sleep on. 

He didn’t mind though, because it was an amazing night and he knew he wanted it again. 

So maybe the gay of his roommates did rub off on him… and he certainly didn’t mind if it was with the perfectly tattooed hipster and his wonderful curly hair and sweet green eyes and the sensual tattooed artist and his all too sexy cheekbones. 

Fuck those cheekbones and that hair. Fuck it all…