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"Look who came down!" Deo crows, shoving himself out of his beach lounger, and Niall looks up to see Cooper and Jack and a few blokes he doesn’t recognize, all in flip-flops and Wayfarers with stoned grins on their faces. Niall pops up to his feet, grinning right back. He fucking loves these idiots, and it’s been ages since he got down to Australia to see any of them.
"Mates!" he calls. "Nice t’see ya!"
"There he is," Jack says, bumping Niall’s fist and then scooping him up into a bone-crushing hug. "Missed this little Irish fucker."
Niall laughs, toes dragging on the floor as Jack lifts him. “Missed you too, bro.”
"Coop’s been pining," Jack laughs, nodding at his brother. "Haven’t ya, Coop."
"Oh yeah," Cooper says gamely. "Crying myself to sleep."
"Good," Niall says, reaching up to pat Cooper on the back. It’s a bit weird, like, that he’ll let Jack pick him up like a sack of potatoes but he won’t throw himself at Cooper the same way. Makes sense, maybe, since he and Coop have fucked and he and Jack haven’t. But still. Shit, Niall hopes this won’t be awkward.
"You been good, kid?" Jack says, as he steals Deo’s beer, taking a gulp and belching.
"Good, yeah," Niall answers.
"That’s good," Cooper says, and when Niall looks at him his face is utterly blank beneath his sunglasses.
"Hey, this is Deo and Niall," Jack says, to the two blokes behind him. "And this is Liam-"
One of the boys waves.
”- and Ryan.”
The other nods at them.
"They’re from the footy team," Jack says, draining Deo’s beer. Deo punches his arm and jogs enough to fetch another. "Red Devils, baby!"
"Oi oi!" the four of them chorus, and Niall laughs hysterically. Fuckin’ Australia.
"Nice, nice."
"You got a beer, Horan?" Cooper asks, scratching at his eyebrow and yawning like he couldn’t care less.
Niall holds up his empty hands. “Not yet.”
"Lemme," Cooper says, and takes off. Jack gives Niall a long look, lifting his sunglasses. He’s sunburned under his eyes, dark brown just like his brother’s.
"Tell me you got a hotel room, bro. I’m not listening to you two fuck all night like last year."
Niall grins, throwing his arms around Jack’s neck again, smacking a kiss on his cheek. “I got a room. Won’t bother you. Unless you like that, fuckin’ pervert.”
"Wrong twin!" Jack laughs, shoving Niall off. "Harassment!"
"Ah, fuck off, mate."
"You fuck off. Why the fuck are you wearing clothes? Water polo in five, boys?"
Ryan and Liam nod, and Jack strips off his shirt, tosses it aside and jumps into the pool.
Niall laughs, peering across the pool where Cooper’s standing at the bar, digging cash out of the pocket of his shorts, just as broad-shouldered and massive as Niall remembers. Maybe they’ll fuck around again. Why the fuck not? Niall’s got a week and a half til tour and a massive fuck-off suite at this hotel, top floor, two posh rooms, big soft king bed. Maybe they’ll break it in. If he’s up for it.
Niall grins at the thought, tugging his trackies down and stripping off his vest, shivering at sunlight on his bare skin, tugging at his swim shorts. He’s white as a ghost from a London winter, but who gives a fuck. He’s here now.
—-
When it’s gotten dark, they gather around one of the posh outdoor fireplaces, beer bottles in hand, towels around their necks. Cooper sits next to Niall without asking, thigh nudging against his. But that could just be on accident. He’s got big thighs. They nudge things they don’t mean to, maybe, cos they’re so big. Doesn’t mean he wants to-
Cooper laughs at something stupid his brother’s said, sets his hand on Niall’s bare knee and squeezes, and Niall tries and fails to suppress a shiver.
Oh. Alright then. Niall leans back in his seat, takes a deep gulp of his beer. Cooper’s hand slides up Niall’s leg, fitting comfortably around his skinny thigh. He squeezes again.
Niall waits til everyone’s distracted, laughing at something, before he leans forward to grab another beer and says in Cooper’s ear, “I got a room here. Wanna see it after?”
"Yeah," Cooper says, low, not looking at him. Niall can catch the curve of a grin on his face, though, flickering in firelight.
"Nice," Niall says happily, and he sits back in his seat.
—-
"Jesus," Cooper grunts, an hour later. "You’re tighter than I remember."
Niall’s sat in his lap, at the edge of the hotel bed, fucking down onto two of Cooper’s thick fingers. He’s half-drunk and it’s been a fucking eternity since he last had this. His head’s spinning. He feels tiny next to Cooper, and it turns him on in a primal weird way, makes him want to curl up at Coop’s feet. He’s notgonna. It just, like, crosses his mind.
"Been, like, a while," he says, breathlessly, knees slipping on the sheets as he tries to keep his balance with two fingers up his arse. Cooper steadies him with a hand on his hip.
"Yeah? How long?"
Niall thinks back. He hooked up with a guy over Christmas, some hipster in London Harry knows through Nick. Skinny bloke, big glasses, big cock. They didn’t fuck, though, just sucked each other off in a bar toilet and didn’t go home together.
So that makes it-
"Liiike," Niall says, twitching when the rough pads of Cooper’s fingertips brush against his prostate. He can feel lube dripping slowly down the inside of his thigh. "Uh. S-seven months, maybe?"
"Mm," Coop mumbles, running his free hand down Niall’s side. "Makes sense. Bear down a little on ‘em, baby. Open up. Barely in there at all."
Niall puts his face against Cooper’s neck. Baby. He exhales slowly, sinks his hips down until he can feel the ridge of Cooper’s knuckles against his hole, stretching him wide.
Cooper twists his fingers, and Niall groans, legs splaying, nearly slipping off his lap.
"Hooly shit."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Fuck."
Coop’s fucking his prostate now, with the tips of his fingers, rubbing in a steady rhythm. Niall grunts, bites his neck.
"Mate- shit.”
"You good?"
"Fuck me, bro, honestly. I’ll come on your fuckin’ fingers if you keep that up."
Cooper laughs, nudging at Niall’s head with his own until Niall looks up. He kisses Niall’s mouth, gently, tongue soft and hot against Niall’s.
"Maybe that’s what I want, eh," he says. "Loosen you up on my hand, get you all chilled out."
Niall’s breathing hard. “Want your dick.”
"You’ll get it, don’t worry," Cooper says, fingers moving faster. Niall can hear the wet sound of it, lube squelching. It’s fucking nasty and it’s hot. God, it’s been a long time.
"I- I can’t, like," Niall stutters, feeling the hot press of orgasm in the bottom of his stomach. He reaches down to jerk himself off, because he’s not that patient of a person. If Cooper wants him to come, he’ll come. "Shit. Shit-"
"Yeah, bro," Cooper murmurs. "Feels good, don’t it?"
Niall squirms against his hand, needing more. His dick’s so hard in his hand, pulsing. He can hear the sound of his breath, frantic and fast.
"Yeah-"
"Yeaah," Cooper says softly, hooking his fingers up, spreading them inside Niall until it burns deep in his stomach. "Get you nice and loose. You wanna take me tonight, Horan?"
"Fuck yeah," Niall grunts out, sweat trickling down the back of his neck. He likes this part, the porn part, saying exactly what he wants and knowing he’s gonna get it. "Yeah."
"So then come for me, baby," Cooper says, squeezing Niall’s hip in one hand, thrusting deep with two fingers. "Come on. Let it go, that’s it, that’s good-"
Niall whines when he comes, dick spurting into his hand, twitching when Cooper keeps finger-fucking him right through it.
"Mate," Niall begs, legs buckling, boneless. "Holy shit-"
"Just like seeing how deep I can get," Cooper mumbles, rubbing Niall’s lower back until he opens further, sinking down with a whimper. His dick’s still half-hard and painfully sensitive. "Fuck. You feel so tight at first but you can take a lot, can’tcha?"
Niall’s head lolls in pleasure, and he puts his face against Cooper’s shoulder. “Mate,” he mutters, shivering.
"Yeah." Cooper kisses his ear, roughly. "Yeah, feels better to be open, yeah?"
"Yeah," Niall murmurs. It doesn’t even sound like him. He’s sleepy, almost, except his body’s alert, wanting more. Already. He’s fucking greedy when he hasn’t had it for a while.
Coop kisses the top of his head, tender, and takes his fingers out of Niall.
"No," Niall mutters, clenching hard, the air cool on his open hole. He wants- more. He wants it again. He’s not all the way out of his head yet.
"I know, bro," Cooper says, comfortingly. He stands up, Niall’s legs going around his waist, one hand cupped firmly under Niall’s bum. "I know. How d’you want it, baby? Wanna get on your hands and knees for me?"
Niall doesn’t want to decide. He tightens his legs around Cooper’s hips.
"How bout your back," Cooper says, laying him on the bed. "So I can get you hard again. Won’t take much, will it."
Niall shakes his head, propping himself up to watch Cooper mouth down his stomach.
He tips his head back when Cooper sucks the head of Niall’s dick into his mouth. His fingers clench at the sheets. It hurts like pins and needles, sharp, but it feels so fucking good. He can already feel himself filling out, so eager for it it’s like his body doesn’t wanna wait.
Cooper runs one of his hands down the inside of Niall’s thigh, gently pushes him open, mouth lowering, and then- fucking hell. His tongue’s inside Niall’s arse, where he’s already sensitive and slick. Niall fucking loves that. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t remember closing them. He can hear Cooper’s mouth, wet and sloppy. Feel his tongue and his lips. It’s been even longer since Niall last had this. He doesn’t ask for it, often.
He should. It feels goddamn incredible.
Cooper lifts his hips up, burying his face in Niall’s arse, nose pressing to his perineum, stubble rasping against the skin. Niall groans long and low.
"Fucking hell," he manages to say, reaching down til he can feel Cooper’s hair under his fingers. "Mate."
"Taste good," Cooper mumbles against his arse, tugging at Niall’s ankle til his leg’s slung over one broad shoulder. Niall’s wide open, and he can feel a flush spreading hot down his neck, his chest. Cooper noses at his balls, sucks one softly into his mouth until Niall moans.
"Jesus," he chokes out, pushing at Cooper’s sweat-damp forehead. "Holy fuck, c’mon. I’m- like. Fuck me, I’m good. I’m good."
Cooper lifts his head, panting. His eyes are glazed. He likes it too, putting his tongue up Niall’s arse. Weird.
"You’re good?"
"Yeaah," Niall laughs, kicking at him weakly. Cooper tugs at his ankle, wrapping his hand all the way around and then spreading his leg flat on the bed like it’s physio. Niall lets out a frantic sound when Cooper grabs his other leg, holds it down. He can’t move, ankles pinned, and his dick is hard from the restraint, pressing slick and red against his belly.
"Look at you," Cooper says, his face hungry, thumbs stroking over Niall’s ankle bones. "Forgot how, like, into getting fucked you are."
Niall goes red. He can feel his hair sticking damp to the back of his neck. His thigh muscles are quivering.
"Like last year," Cooper says, taking one hand off Niall’s ankle to reach out and roll his palm against the sticky head of Niall’s prick. Niall squirms helplessly. "That night ‘fore you left, like. How many times did we do it?"
"Dunno," Niall says, though he does. It was three.
"So fucking good," Cooper murmurs, reaching for his cock again.
Niall closes his eyes, because Cooper’s thumbing over the tip, slowly. Rubbing him until Niall’s dick drools clear slick onto his hand, and Niall’s legs twitch.
"Wanna take me?" Cooper says, low in his throat.
Niall swallows hard. His throat’s dry. “Yeah.”
Cooper smiles at him, lifts Niall’s leg and kisses the inside of his ankle, before he pushes his thighs apart and fits himself between them. Niall watches him line up, watches the fat head of his dick rubbing against Niall’s hole, and then he can’t watch anymore cos he’s being fucked, and Cooper’s massive, and Niall’s fucking brain is melting.
---
He wakes up the next morning with Cooper behind him, a big hand on Niall’s belly, breathing hot against the back of his neck. His dick’s hard, pressed against Niall’s lower back.
Niall closes his eyes, gives himself a second to grin stupidly, so wide his face hurts. He’s got a whole fucking ten days of this before he has to head up to Sydney for tour. Ten days of the kind of sex he likes, with someone who’s not gonna run off to tell the papers. No sneaking around - well, somesneaking around, but no more than usual. Just an air-conditioned hotel room and room service and the cool of the pool and the hot Aussie sun.
He puts his hand around Cooper’s wrist, moves his palm down til his slack fingers are grazing Niall’s own morning wood. Coop wakes up halfway through, gets the message, wrapping his hand around Niall’s dick and thrusting forward against his back.
"Morning," he says, voice so low it makes Niall clench up helplessly, a kick of desire so hard and fast it almost hurts. He doesn’t understand the things he likes, sometimes. Don’t mean it don’t feel good, though.
"Morning," Niall says, arching his back just a little.
Cooper nuzzles the back of his neck, playing with the head of Niall’s dick at the same time, with two fingers. “You wanna fuck again?”
Thank fuck for Australia. Niall rolls out of Cooper’s grasp to reach the condoms on the bedside table. “Yeah.”
Cooper stretches lazily, bones cracking, and tugs Niall back towards him like he weighs nothing, fingers digging into his belly. “Nice.”
Niall laughs, settling back against Cooper’s body, his dick snugging up between Niall’s arse cheeks like it’s meant to be there. Yeah. Nice.
---
"You, uh, you ever fucked around with him?" Cooper says a week later, leaning over from his pool lounger to talk in Niall’s ear. Niall’s got a pint in one hand and his phone in the other, and he shivers a little, dripping beer onto his thigh.
"What?"
"Louis. Been flirting with him ever since he flew into town."
"I wasn’t," Niall says automatically. He sips his beer. That’s not flirting, what he and Louis do. They’re brothers. Sure, maybe Niall wanks off thinking about his brother, occasionally. Well, not his actual brother. Ugh.
Cooper huffs a laugh. “Alright, bro.”
"Louis’ straight. He’s got a girlfriend."
"S’not what I asked." Cooper leans in and puts his mouth on Niall’s neck, lips pressing below his ear. Niall shudders so hard his beer spills again. He gulps in a breath.
"Coop."
"He know about this?"
Niall doesn’t know if he means them, or - or Niall in general. The way Niall is.
He shakes his head, and Cooper kisses him again - that’s what it is, a kiss, light and dry. Niall looks at where Louis’ splashing in the pool, laughing as Deo dunks him.
"Coop, c’mon," Niall mutters. His voice’s gone all wobbly.
Cooper leans away, back on his own chair.
"Alright," he says. "Still want me to stay over tonight?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?"
"No reason." Cooper smiles at him behind his sunglasses.
"You’re not mad cos I- cos I, like- I mean. I’m not out." Niall swallows hard.
"Nah, bro. You know I'm alright with that."
Niall nods, kicking one knee up and looking back down at his phone.
"Alright."
"Alright, then."
---
"Just- shift, like, yeaah," Cooper chokes out. He drives his hips in and Niall slides down to his elbows, knees trembling on the bed, arse up. He buries his face in the mattress.
"Alright, baby?"
"Yeah," Niall mutters, turning his face to the side so he can breathe. "Yeah, c’mon, fuck. Need it. Fuck me."
"Need it," Cooper repeats, sounding amused, turned-on. He works his hips slow and deep, puts his thumbs in the dimples at the base of Niall’s back. Niall grunts. "You need it."
"Shutup," Niall says, laughing breathlessly. "Fucking do it, c’mon. Been waiting."
Cooper laughs back, and slams his hips in, just as he smacks Niall on the arse with one hand. Niall whimpers against the mattress.
"You like that?" Cooper asks. "Feel good?"
Niall nods, and Cooper does it again, cos he’s accommodating like that. Niall clenches at the pain and then shivers when Cooper leans down over him, pressed warm along his back, his dick balls-deep inside Niall. Niall can feel it everywhere.
"Fuck," he chokes. "Fuck, hold- hold my arms."
"Like this?" Cooper asks bemusedly, pressing his hands against Niall’s wrists where they’re quivering on the bed from holding himself up.
"Fuck yeah," Niall says, rocking his hips forward, blind with the need to come. Cooper’s been inside him for a while, and it’s starting to hurt in a good way. Niall rode him first, and then got on his hands and knees, took him that way, until he fell onto his fucking face from the force of Cooper’s dick and the pleasure went all sharp and dirty. "Fuck yeah. Hold ‘em, pl- please.”
"Yeah, alright," Cooper mumbles, pressing down on Niall’s wrists and thrusting inside him. Niall chokes out a groan. "Oh, shit. You gonna come like this, baby?"
Niall nods into the mattress, head down. He opens his mouth against the sheets, tastes cotton. Bites down. His stomach’s quivering.
"That’s so good," Cooper says, low, lifting one of his hands to run it between Niall’s shoulderblades. Niall shudders hard, dick twitching. "Feel so fucking good, bro."
Niall needs a push, needs something. He swallows a mouthful of saliva and turns his head again, gulps in a breath.
"Hold- hold my head down," he mutters.
"Like-" Cooper puts a big hand on the back of his head, cupping his skull.
"Yeah, god," Niall moans, hands fisting in the sheets. Shit, he’s gonna come. He’ll come if Cooper just-
Cooper presses down, presses Niall’s face against the bed just as he hits his prostate with a deep thrust, and Niall spills over, moaning muffled and loud. It hurts to come like that, and he fumbles his free hand down to his dick, works himself through it, yanking it away when the feeling starts to go sharply oversensitive.
"Fuck," Cooper breathes, impressed.
"Go on," Niall mumbles, arching his back, loving the way it stings when Cooper keeps fucking him. "C’mon. Nut off in me, c’mon."
"Jesus," Cooper grunts, grabbing Niall’s shoulder for leverage as he thrusts once, twice, and comes hard. He collapses against Niall, pressing him bodily into the bed, and all the sensation at once makes Niall shiver down his spine. His hands are shaking.
"Fucking Christ, bro," Cooper says into his ear, loud, huffing out a hot breath.
Niall’s mouth curves up slowly. “Yeah.”
---
He pads into the kitchen once Cooper’s passed out, fumbles for a glass in the cupboard. He’s half-drunk and completely fucked-out, legs wobbly, body buzzing. Second-to-last night of that feeling, unless he flies Cooper up to Sydney for the first leg of the tour or finds someone else.
It’s weird, how detached he can be. Makes sense, though, don’t it. It’s not like Cooper’s forever. Not like anything’s forever, at this point.
He’s filling his glass in the sink when he hears a cough, and he whirls around, water slopping over his hand.
Louis’ at the kitchen table, a mug of tea in front of him. He’s got his phone in one hand and he looks exhausted.
"Mate," Niall says, stomach curdling with fear. How long’s he been there? Jesus, he didn’t think Louis would be able to hear from his bedroom, but from the kitchen, well. It’s not exactly a stretch.
Louis nods in greeting.
"You’re still up."
"Jetlag," Louis says. "Wide fucking awake."
He’s watching Niall carefully. Niall’s suddenly hyper-conscious of his naked legs in his pants, Cooper’s massive footy t-shirt, hemline stretched down over his collarbone. Niall tugs at the shirt, uncomfortably.
"Oh." Niall laughs. Takes a sip of his water. "That sucks."
"Yeah." Louis scrapes his chair back and comes into the kitchen. He’s in shorts and a t-shirt, too short on him, riding up over his flat stomach. He’s skinny lately, all whittled down. Niall drags his eyes away, and hops up onto the kitchen island, only wincing a little at the twinge in his arse.
"So," he says. "How was LA? We haven’t really-"
"I thought you weren’t doing that anymore," Louis says, cutting him off.
Niall swallows. “What?”
Louis rolls his eyes, leans against the counter opposite him. “Blokes.”
Niall’s face heats up. He fumbles for his water and takes a long sip.
"That’s what you said, last year," Louis says. "After I caught you with that roadie in, like, Florida or wherever. And yet. Here we are. You’re not exactly quiet, mate."
"Shut up," Niall says, cheeks burning. It was Texas, not Florida, and Louis didn’t catch Niall doing anything. Just saw the bloke leaving Niall’s room in the morning. Not as scandalous as he makes it sound.
"Thought you were with some Australian bird. Singer or something."
"That’s not- that’s some stupid rumor." Niall forces a laugh. "What, you reading the tabloids now, Lou?"
Louis just stares at him.
"That’s what you’ve been doing down here?" he asks. "Shagging some rugby bloke?"
Niall doesn’t know how to proceed. It can always go two ways, with Louis. He can laugh it off, or he can get defensive.
Or he could be honest, but that way’s never really a real option. Not at this point.
"So interested in my sex life, Tommo," he says, making it light and easy. "Should I be worried?"
Louis’ eyes narrow. “Should I be?”
Niall huffs a laugh. “Fuckin’ shut up, mate.”
"I’m serious," Louis says, stepping towards him. Niall scooches back on the counter, something flaring hot and panicky in his gut. Louis watches him move, eyebrow raising knowingly, like it was a tell.
"You ever think about us?" he asks. "When you’re, like, shagging around? Wouldn’t blame you, mate." He puts on a fake concerned voice. "All us lads in close quarters, you know."
"Louis, shut up," Niall says, sharply. "Not trying to fuck you just cos I like blokes. Don’t be an arse."
It’s half-true. Niall wants to fuck Louis for other reasons. God, he’s the fucking worst sometimes.
"What about Harry, though, you were all over him last year," Louis says, and Niall looks at him, surprised. Louis never brings up Harry.
"Or Zayn," Louis says, smoothly, only a flicker in his eyes betraying his mistake. "He’s pretty."
"You want to fuck Zayn, Lou? That what’s going on on Bus 1?"
Louis laughs. “You bloody wish.”
"No," Niall says, laughing, sliding off the counter, desperate to break the tension. "I really don’t. I’m going to bed."
"Uh-uh, not so fast, Horan," Louis says, caging Niall back against the island, reaching out with one hand and groping for his nipple through the shirt. He’s grinning, mean and excited the way he looks in a lot of Niall’s jerk-off fantasies. Niall tries very hard not to think about those.
"Lou-"
"Is that really what you like?" Louis asks, voice quiet, unreadable. Derisive, maybe. "I heard you, like.Fuck me, c’mon. Hold my arms. All that. Pretty bloody nasty.”
"St-stop," Niall stammers, face burning hot.
Louis’ rubbing over his nipple now, and it’s hardening up under his hand, easy for attention. Niall swallows thickly. If Louis keeps doing that other parts of him are going to get hard. And he really doesn’t want-
"You like," Louis says, his thumb going still. "To get held down and fucked?"
Niall goes dizzy.
"Lou," he mumbles. "Stop. It’s not funny."
"Not laughing, mate," Louis says, right before he dips in and kisses Niall’s half-open mouth.
Niall sinks back into the counter, eyes falling shut. Enjoys all four fucking seconds of it before Louis pulls away, reaches one hand down and gropes at Niall’s half-hard prick in his shorts, giving it a nice firm squeeze. Niall jerks away, toes curling on the cold tile.
"Mate," Louis says, laughing. "I knew it."
"Fuck off," Niall says, shoving at Louis’ shoulders hard. Louis barely stumbles, and he keeps laughing, so Niall laughs too, even though his throat hurts and he’s never felt less amused. Niall adjusts himself in his shorts. "You think that was for you? The fucking ego on you, bro."
Louis snorts, and leans against the fridge. “Nah, just think you’re a slag.”
"Takes one to know one," Niall jokes back, pushing past Louis’ arm. "I’m going to bed."
"Hey, Nialler."
Niall turns back.
"Keep it down if you go for a second round, will you?" Louis asks.
He grins.
Niall smirks back and turns away.
"Yeah," he says. "Try not to listen, ya fucking pervert."
"Can’t help it when you scream."
"Fuck off, mate."
"Night, babes," Louis calls, and Niall makes it to his bedroom, pulls the door shut behind him. He leans against it for a minute, until his pulse slows, and then climbs into bed. Cooper stirs, lifts his head.
"Mmgh?"
"Just me," Niall says, turning onto his back. For some reason he’s still flushed. Makes him squirm, thinking about Louis out there, drinking tea in the silent kitchen, listening to Niall come on a cock. He’s sick. He fucking knows.
He lets out a shaky breath. Cooper’s asleep again, and the room is hushed and dark.
Niall shifts on his back, fiddles with the hem of his briefs, palms over his dick, thinks about Louis’ hand, warm and small and pressing down. Tries to fall asleep.