A/N: Alright Boys, Gals, and Non-binary Pals; hold on to your horses because this one is a particularly.. Explicit, chapter? Remember: if you're uncomfortable with scenes of a sexual nature, especially ones that involves members of the same sex, you're under no obligation to read it. But without further adieu:

There it was again. If it had been a movie Niall would be rolling his eyes at how terribly cliché it was. What was to prove to be another day of complacent living, was broken in one simple moment. He'd been reaching for the same thing that Will had been and in that moment their hands connected. It was warm, and frozen in place with an electricity that flowered up Nialls arm from the point of contact, causing the hair to stand on end. Breath was hitched, as the limbs seemed stuck in the frozen gold of the afternoon sun that poured through the window, the motes of dust dancing like stars in a dandelion sky.

The eye contact came slowly. Nialls vision lingering on their connected hand, it moved over the curvature of Wills' wrist, the warm tone of his skin beneath the uniform line of soft hair, the veins that snaked down the strength of his arms. Even the mound of his bicep that disappeared beneath his t-shirt seemed worthy of study, as finally, assuredly, their eyes.

Will was just as stuck as Niall as the two looked upon one another. The gaze searching, the lips quivering; had they always been this dry?

Until all of a sudden the crystalline expanse that neither dare cross, shattered in the errant screech of table side chairs on wooden floors. Wills fingers hooked around the nape of Nialls neck, his lips stifling moans that sung in a chorus against shackles that had yearned to be broken. Wills shirt was pulled over his head causing a slight giggle from Niall as his hair was immediately ruffled.

"Don't laugh!" Will chuckled, pouncing to Niall as he began to messily rub his hand through Nialls hair despite his squealed protests.

It was Nialls turn next as things began to simmer and burn, his shirt was pulled from his torso and Will couldn't help but let his eyes wander at the now exposed Niall. They held each other for a moment. The pair of them silently registering how much this form of skin contact meant to one another. It was warm, and wanting. Blooming from the core with a feeling of trepidation that was only ever answered with the reassurance: I'm here.

And it was everything.

Niall shuddered as fingers slithered gently down the curvature of his spine, and he mimicked the movement on Will in an attempt to illicit the same response. With a breath of bravery, Niall parted from Wills embrace ever so slightly clutching his hands with both of his. A slow kiss was planted as Will looked questioningly at Niall. Not in total confusion, but more curiosity as to what Niall was doing. With another breath, Niall tugged at Wills hands and together they walked into the bedroom.

Niall suddenly found a new favourite past time. It was kissing Will. The fact that they were shirtless seemed to be all the more important to him at this time into adding to his enjoyment. He wondered what it would be like naked, and he oh so wanted to be naked with Will. His cock strained against his jeans, almost painfully in its restriction, and he did his best to leave a gap between their two standing bodies there. He doubted Will would mind, but what if he judged Niall for his enthusiasm? Or worse, what if that slightest of contact was enough to send Niall over the edge?

It was a strange battle. Will was eager to bridge the distance that Niall was trying to maintain. He was sure in what he wanted, what he'd always wanted: and that was Niall either writhing beneath him, or taking him. The contact he pawed for was more important than anything else, he needed that closeness or he was sure he would die. Without being too dramatic of course.

So Will took the lead. Never once removing his lips from Nialls', who's fingers were doing maddening things with his hair, he began the awkward process of blindly undoing his belt and jeans. The jingle of loose metal and pop of the buttons signalled his success as he gently pushed forwards. In one expert maneuver Niall was on his back, and Will had removed his bottoms and his underwear.

Niall barely had enough time to give an excited and pleased glance at the naked form in front of him, before Will was upon him once again.

However, Niall hissed as his leg spiked with a tight pain. Immediately causing Will to recoil in horror.

"Shit, are you okay? I'm so sorry." He panicked, as he sat back up. Niall caught him by the arms before he could go too far from his parted legs, the contact just as intoxicating as it was essential, and sat up too. Placing his forehead against Will's with ragged breaths.

"It's okay... Just go slow..." He breathed, kissing Will's panicked lips, who now seemed far more restrained and calculated than before, but no less undetermined. He kissed Niall, on the lips, the jaw, the neck. His mouth brushed against the clavicle, and dotted down the middle of his chest. A tongue, gentle but dexterous: flicked over the left nipple causing Niall to arch his back with a gasp and push into the contact.

Wills fingers pushed into Nialls hips, holding him steady with the torturous rhythms of his own hips barely rolling against Niall in a motion that he had to consciously fight to keep control over. Soon errant kisses trailed their way down Nialls abdomen, the soft skin their seemed to tease at a hunger that Will was hesitant to satisfy, before stopping at the waist band of Nialls' jeans.

Niall suddenly felt a rush of nerves tingle from his red hot cheeks and down his spine. They never had time to settle, to focus on one point, for each time they centered in his mind they were swept away by a kiss against his navel.

Carefully, Will pulled Niall free from his trousers, throwing them to a heap on the floor, before slowly folding back the waistband of Nialls underwear, his cock springing free, and slipping them off too. Niall instinctually closed his legs at his sudden exposure.

But Will was in an entranced awe at the sight that befell him. Gently, precariously, as if balancing on the edge of a cliff, he parted Niall's legs with a look that held nothing but admiration. He placed kisses at Niall's calves that travelled upwards in static shivers. His thighs were next, the heat and scent, coupled with the quietened whimpers of Niall, pulled him closer. Deeper into this consumption of which Will would happily drown in.

His left hand dared to snake it's way up Nialls leg, grasping fully at the length that oozed with the symbol of his excitement, before hungrily taking Niall in his mouth.

Niall let out a groan as his hips unwittingly pushed upwards at the moist warmth of Wills' mouth. His hands grasped at the bobbing hair of his head while he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in a succinct pleasure that teetered on the exquisite edge of pain.

Will didn't stop, pulling every trick he had heard, read, watched or experience. He swirled his tongue around the head and shaft as he sucked, while his hands grasped and pulled at everywhere else.

He would continue like this forever before Niall sprung forward, grabbing Will by the sides of his head with both hands, pulling him upwards, and crashing their lips together in heated passion. Will moaned at the now slick warmth of Niall as they pressed together. His body took over as they pawed at each other, and Will rolled his hips against Niall.

It boiled at Wills core as his pace quickened, his grip became stronger, his balls became tighter. It rose higher and higher, threatening to shatter the roof of his skull with the building pressure. Together they exploded in concert, spilling themselves outward.

"Well... That was hot..." Jess' voice split the after glow almost immediately.

A/N: Did you like it? Did you not? Have any advice for writing these sort of scenes? Feel free to let me know!

Regardles: thanks for reading ^-^