Liam laughed at his friends. "Okay guys, very funny." Louis and Zayn just looked at him before they pulled him into the gay club. "Seriously, mates, enough jokes. I'm not having my stag party at a gay club."

"Oh yes you are," Louis affirmed.

The lights were low but pulsing to the beat of the song. People were everywhere, packed into small spaces dancing together. Some were seated on lounges with drinks and smiles.

"This is supposed to be my last night out as a single man and I'm not spending it in a place that I'm guaranteed not to get...happy."

Zayn gave him a raised brow. "You never know, Li. I bet any guy in here would fuck you," Zayn encouraged.

"That's not the problem," Liam quipped. "It's that I wouldn't fuck any of them."

"Oh come now, Lili," Louis cooed. D"on't knock it till you try it. At least have a drink. If you get a good snogging before the end of the night, then so be it."

"But I'm married," Liam insisted.

"Not yet," Louis pointed out, "Don't condemn yourself before its time."

Liam laughed sarcastically and hit Louis in the shoulder. They led him to the bar and Liam leaned on the wood, trying to get the bar tender's attention. When Liam caught his eye he waved him over. The blond nearly skipped over to where the three were standing.

"What can eh getcha?"

Liam smiled at the pleasant accent. "Irish?"

"Born 'n' bred," the boy smiled.

"I've never been, but I'd love to go. I might take Sophia some day," Liam pondered to himself.

The blue-eyes boy gave the three of them a once over and said, "Are you guys thirsty or..."

"Yeah 'course," Louis spoke up. He ordered his drink and Zayn followed before turning Louis around and pushing him against the bar.

"You look good tonight," he whispered in Louis' ear.

"I look good every night," Louis responded and bit down on Zayn's ear.

Liam couldn't stop watching the light-footed Irish lad make his friend's drinks. He must've been staring because the boy said, "If ya gonna to stare, you could 'least ask me name."

Liam blushed and looked down, "I wasn't-I mean. I'll just take a beer please." Liam mumbled out.

"Lemme guess," Niall talked over the music. "You're straight but your gay friends brought you as a joke."

Liam huffed a laugh and looked back up to him. "That obvious?"

"You could stand to loosen up a little. 's just a club. Get a little drunk, dance with somebody, go home. Like any other place."

"But they're blokes."

"Yeah, an'? You don't think a single one of 'em is attractive? From a non-gendered point a view."

Liam looked around his immediate area but couldn't find someone who stood up against the bar tender's light eyes and flushed cheeks. "There's no one out there," he flicked a thumb behind him, "that I want."

"What about in front of you? Anyone you'd consider?"

Liam swallowed at the proposition. "I don't, umm, wow. You're really-but umm..."

"'s alright mate. You couldn't take me home even if you did think I was attractive. There are rules. The owner would have me head," he said then laughed to himself.

"I would. I mean, take you home. If I were, you know.."

"Gay? 's not a curse word."

"Gay, yeah. I would, but I'm not."

"'kay, then. Now that we settled that," the blonde said and placed the three drinks on the counter. "Name's Niall by the way." And with that Niall sauntered away to take care of other customers.

Liam looked over to see Zayn's face buried in Louis' neck and Louis looking at Liam with a knowing smirk. "He's cute," Louis teased.

"Shut up," Liam shot back.

Liam took a long swig of his beer and made his way into the crowd of dancing people. Hopefully Niall was right. That it was like any other club. Liam loved to dance and he would hate to leave without dancing with someone, even if it was a guy.

He was on the floor for maybe two minutes before he felt hands on his waist. He looked over his shoulder and saw bright green eyes and a blinding smile. "Dance with me?" the taller guy asked. Liam nodded and felt the guy pull him gently side to side to the rhythm. It felt weird being the one in front so Liam turned them around so they were back to chest but Liam was in control.

"This okay?" Liam asked, unsure. The guy just nodded and let his held fall back to Liam's shoulder. He inhaled the guy's cologne and decided he liked it. Maybe he'd ask the brand and pick some up.

They danced against each other for a few songs before Louis came bounding up to him. "Get a drink with me, Li. Zayn wants to dance with this one," he thumbed towards Liam's dancing partner.

Liam looked between Louis and the other guy. He nodded so Liam leaned in. "What's your name?"

"Harry. Yours?"

"Liam."

Harry smiled to show he heard and said. "You can dance with your friend now."

Liam grabbed Harry's arm before he could walk away. "My other friend wants to dance with you."

Harry looked behind Liam to where Zayn was giving Harry a once over. Harry blushed but nodded.

"Don't get too comfy, Goliath, he's still mine," Louis warned.

Harry just laughed and nodded again. Zayn took Harry by the waist and pulled him to his chest while Louis pulled Liam back to the bar and they sat and waited for Niall to get back their way.

"Enjoying yourself?" Louis asked with an eyebrow raised.

Liam flushed and pinched Louis' side, which earned him a yelp from the boy. "He just came up to me, so I let him."

"You wouldn't believe how many times I hear tha' a night. But I wouldn't 've expected it from your mouth," Niall joked at he came to stand in front of them. "What can I get ya?"

Liam was mumbling something about taking it the wrong way, but Louis just talked over him and ordered a round of shots for them. Niall nodded and reached behind him for the bottle. He flipped two shot glasses up on the counter and poured.

"Really, though. I didn't, it's not like-"

"Look, mate. I don't judge," Niall said with a shrug. He started to walk away so Liam followed.

He got a couple seats down and wedged himself between two other people to talk to Niall. "I wasn't even attracted to him, I promise."

"What's your name?"

"Liam."

"Look, Liam, you don't have to explain yourself to me. 'm not your boyfriend."

The word bounced around in Liam's chest, ricocheting against his heart and swiping across his lungs. Boyfriend. It sounded nice when he said it.

"What was that?" Liam pretended he hadn't heard.

Niall leaned a little closer while he shook a tumbler and said, "It's not me business."

Liam shook his head. "The other thing."

Niall pulled back and smirked, "I'm not your boyfriend."

Yep, he wasn't crazy. It sounded nice. Really nice. Liam had used the word hundreds of times. Sophia has introduced him as such plenty, but it sounded different coming from Niall's pink lips.

Liam coughed and mumbled. Niall chuckled. "You're goin' to have to speak up in here, love."

"One more time," Liam asked.

Niall poured the last of his current drink order and leaned on the counter. He looked Liam over and bit his lip. "Boyfriend." Liam visibly shivered but tried to cover it with a cough. Niall caught it though and said, "Would you rather me say I was your boyfriend?"

Liam stuttered a breath. He didn't think past the single word coming out in that Irish lilt, much less an entire sentence that put Niall in a relationship with him.

Niall pulled Liam's hand to him and pulled a pen from his pocket. He scribbled something and pocketed the pen again. "I don't get off for another four hours, but if you're still here lemme know." Liam looked to his hand and saw Niall's number scrawled on his skin in awful handwriting. He started to shake his head but Niall beat him to it. "Or don't. Your choice. But don't sweat it off 'cause I never write twice."

Liam was so busy running his finger around the pen marks he didn't notice that Niall walked away, just looked up to see him gone. He just got a guy's number. A blond-hair, blue-eyed guy's number. He came back to Louis at the bar and sat down with a smile.

"Well I was going to ask where you went off to, but judging by that smile you finally let some bloke blow you in the loo."

Liam thought about hitting Louis, but he couldn't stop smiling so he figured the gesture wouldn't hold the same weight. Instead he just picked up his shot and downed it.

"Liam Payne is that a phone number?"

Liam tucked his hand behind his back as a reflex and shook his head. "No."

"It is," Louis laughed and pulled on Liam's arm. "Lemme see! I can't believe you got a man's number. I haven't even been asked tonight." Louis said it like it was some sort of travesty, even though Liam happened to know that all the numbers Louis and Zayn collected got burned at the end of the night before they made love. Louis looked at the number like it was a puzzle. "Who's is it? That curly-headed one you danced with? He's cute."

"You think everyone's cute."

"Not Zayn, he's fine as fuck. Way too hot to be cute. And you're changing the subject."

"What subject?" Liam tried.

Louis clicked his tongue and pointed exaggeratedly at the number on Liam's hand. "Who is it? Did you kiss him? I bet you did. Was it good?"

"Louis stop. I didn't kiss him. I couldn't even if I wanted to, he's working."

"Holy shit, the bar tender?! I definitely thought he wrote you off as a twat."

"What?" Liam asked, shocked.

"Well you sorta seemed like one there for a minute."

"I did not."

"Ya did. But hey, it worked for you, didn't it?"

"It didn't work. I'm not using the number."

"Uh huh," Louis needled.

Liam spent the next four hours getting rip roaring wasted and dancing with anyone in arm's reach. He was determined to get his mind off the number on the top of his hand. But he kept checking on it every once in a while to make sure he wasn't rubbing it off.

Louis and Zayn spent most of that time sucking face or disappearing only to come back flushed and giggling. They crowded into Liam's space, sandwiching him in, and rocking with him. Liam was antsy and couldn't stop grabbing at their bodies.

Zayn leaned forward to get close to Liam's ear. "If you can get Louis hard again in the next two minutes, I'll pay for your gas for a month."

Liam laughed but nodded, accepting the challenge. He gripped Louis' hips tighter and pressed into him from behind. Louis squeaked but just pushed back for fun. Fun turned a bit more serious when Liam reached around and gripped Louis through his jeans. Louis moaned without thinking and bucked into Liam's hand. Liam leaned down and sucked on Louis' weak spot at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

Zayn growled, warning Liam not to leave a mark, so he pulled off and kept to kissing his over heated skin. Liam felt Louis twitch, but he wasn't even half hard when Zayn made a buzzer sound in Liam's ear.

"Times up! Good try though, Li. And thanks," Zayn called as he dragged a slightly disoriented and completely horny Louis away again.

Liam huffed then turned at the sound of a joyful laugh. "Do all straight guys go around handing out groping sessions?"

Liam ran a hand through his hair as he said, "God, no. I didn't. He's not mine."

"I hope not, cause the other guy just stole him away."

"They're together," Liam said like that would explain it all.

But Niall just quirked an eyebrow, "And you always get in on their action?"

Liam was making a fool of himself in front of a complete stranger. "No, I don't. I don't want them."

Niall stepped a little closer and leaned in enough to whisper, "What do you want?"

Liam subconsciously swayed with Niall when he backed up, making himself fall forward a step. "You," he admitted before he could stop himself.

Niall grabbed Liam by the wrist and pulled him in. He wrapped his arms around Liam's shoulder and felt Liam melt against him. Liam inhaled Niall's scent, letting it seep into his system. He couldn't get enough. His brain must've short circuited because then he was sucking Niall's skin between his teeth and nibbling to see if he tasted good too.

Niall groaned and pushed into Liam. Liam made an indignant sound and bit down harder. Niall full on moaned at that. "Follow me," Niall requested and wrapped an arm around Liam's waist to usher him towards a set of stairs. Niall led the way upstairs and through a door. On the other said was a small apartment.

"You live up here?"

"Yeah, me commute to work is fantastic. Boss is an ass though," he said and gave Liam a cheeky look.

Liam laughed as he looked around at the comfortable space. It was filled with sports memorabilia and music stuff. He paused when he saw the guitar. "You play?"

"A bit," Niall shrugged.

Liam went over to where a drum set was sitting and saw pieces of music scattered over the toms. "A bit? I play a bit. You must be really good."

Niall just hummed and laid his hand over Liam's on the drum. "You're stalling."

He was. He was half hard and confused and trying to decide if just asking for a blowjob and then leaving would be bad form. Probably. "Yeah. Kind of."

"We don't have to do anything," Niall assured him. "But I would certainly love to see what's underneath that shirt."

Liam blushed and felt his cock twitch in his now too tight trousers. "Can you go first?"

Niall chuckled and took his shirt off. Liam scanned over the milky skin, the small indentions of muscle. He wanted to see if his chest and stomach tasted different than his neck. Niall must've seen lust in Liam's eyes because he moved his hand to his waistband and pushed his fingers just below the fabric.

"How about what's under here? Wanna see?" Liam swallowed down his moan and nodded minutely. "Then come find out."

Something inside Liam broke at that. A challenge, a secret, a hunt. All things he wanted from Niall. He went over and pulled Niall's hand away before replacing it with his own. He pushed inside Niall's pants and wrapped his fingers around Niall's semi. They moaned together, Liam at the feeling of Niall's cock, and Niall at the feeling of Liam's hand.

"Liam," Niall breathed. Liam loved how his name sounded rolling off Niall's tongue in need.

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This is going to be broken into at least three parts because the request involved more than I thought. It's gonna be good though.

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