The boys were lounging in their dressing room, Niall and Louis at the counter waiting for Lou to do their hair, Liam sprawled across a couch typing away on his phone, and Harry was wrapping his hair up in a bun in front of a full length mirror. Zayn watched them all with a close eye. He wanted to know what Liam was typing, what Niall and Louis were whispering about. Lou came in with all her stuff in her arms. She dropped it on the counter and gave a quick kiss to both boy's cheeks that waited for her. Zayn couldn't help the snarl of his lips at that. It's not that Lou held any sort of threat whatsoever to his relationship with his boys, but he just didn't like that other people could touch them like that.

The lack of threat didn't quite stop him from marching over to Louis and Niall and draping an arm around each of their shoulders, nearly pushing Lou out of the way. He leaned in close to Louis and kissed the edge of his jawline before leaning the other way and kissing Niall's. Both boys just looked at Zayn through the mirror with half confunsion, half lust in their eyes. Zayn just smiled and said, "Get ready quick boys I'd like to have a talk before we go on." They both nodded dumbly and pulled Lou over so she could get started.

Louis decided against a quiff for the night because Lou was taking too long and Niall practically did his hair himself to hurry them along. Within fifteen minutes both boys were done and looking to Zayn, who'd been watching them the whole time from his perch on the counter. Zayn nodded and walked towards the door, knowing they would follow. He led them to one of the unused rooms backstage and flicked on the light. Niall's hand creeped along Zayn's hips lightly while Louis came around Zayn's front and put his hands on his chest.

"Shut the door, Niall. I don't need anyone seeing what we're going to do," Zayn ordered. Zayn heard the door shut a little too enthusiastically and smirked at his younger lover's eagerness. He reached behind him, while keeping his eyes on Louis' blown ones, and took Niall's hand so he could lead them to the set of comfy chairs. Zayn pushed Louis down gently and brought Niall around the his front. He set a quick kiss on Niall's lips and turned him around to face Louis. "Nialler?" Zayn cooed over his shoulder as he nuzzled into his hair. Niall melted back into him and hummed his acknowledgment. "You're gonna ride Lou while I watch, okay?"

Louis moaned at the new plans while Niall smile widely and nodded. "Yeah, please, Lou."

Louis tugged on one of Niall's hands until the Irishman straddled his lap in the chair. Zayn pulled the other chair around so he could get a good view of everything and settled in. Louis looked to Zayn for further instruction, but Zayn just tilted his head and encouraged, "Go on. Take him however you would if I weren't here."

Niall rolled his hips in response and circled his arms around Louis' shoulders. He pressed his lips to Louis cheek, "I love when you make love to me, Lou. Nice and deep."

Louis eyes fell shut with love and need for his boyfriend as his hands tucked under Niall's t-shirt and up his sides. Louis nodded and promised, "Of course, love. Just how you like it."

Zayn hummed in approval and opened his legs a little wider. Niall couldn't help but look over his shoulder at him, licking his already pink lips at the sight. Louis turned him back by his chin and brought him down for a kiss. His other hand wandered down to rest on the small swell of Niall's ass, gripping it in his fingers. Niall moaned into Louis' mouth and rocked on top of him. Louis brought his hands to the front of Niall's jeans as palmed him softly while working his jeans open. Niall loosed tiny whimpers at Louis' teasing and the pleasure that came with it. His arms were more tightly clinging to Louis' form now, needing an anchor to keep him from getting too close too soon. But holding himself so closely to the source of his lust seemed to have the opposite effect and had him rutting against Louis as he pulled Niall's jeans and pants down past his bum. His hard cock sprang up and Louis ran a dainty finger up the underside of his shaft with a smirk.

"Lou," Niall begged, "Please, don't tease. I can't-" Niall inhaled sharply as Louis' hand wrapped loosely around him. He didn't move it or take it away, just left it there, giving Niall so much and so very little at the same time. Just when Niall was about to fuck himself up into Louis' fist, Louis ducked down and starting sucking on Niall's neck. "Jesus, Lou."

He could feel Louis smiled against his skin, then felt the words more than heard them when he said, "I'll take care of you, love. I always do."

Zayn opened his trousers and slipped a hand under the layers of clothing to give himself some relief. Nothing got him harder than the way everyone took care of Niall. The way Louis talked to him, held him, loved him. Taking care of Niall was one of his favorite pastimes. Liam was passionate and firm, Harry was eager and energetic, Louis was calming and steady, but Niall needed you to get him there. And Zayn would always volunteer for the position.

He palmed his erection in his pants while Niall lifted up enough for Louis to hastily slide his own bottoms down to his knees. Zayn growled at the realization that they were going to fuck like that, mostly clothed, just their flushed cocks and Niall's panting giving away what they were really doing. Niall stayed raised up while he sucked on two of Louis' fingers before Louis pulled them out, earning a whine from Niall, to bring them around his body to his entrance. Niall shivered as Louis slipped his fingers between Niall's cheeks and rubbed the spit-wet tips along his rim.

Zayn pulled his cock out, it being too hot and too much for him to leave himself alone. He actually wasn't planning on coming during this, but now, seeing them, he knew he would whether he wanted to or not. And he didn't want sticky pants during the show later so he gave in and circled his own fingers around his shaft.

Louis dipped the tips of both fingers, one at a time, back and forth, into Niall's hole. Niall's ass flexed and unflexed before Zayn's eyes the more Louis teased. Niall was presumably meant to be kissing Louis but all he could muster was the needy push of his lips against the brunet's. Louis finally pushed one finger inside him, Niall clenching then releasing soon after. Louis' free hand rubbed soothing circles into Niall's back in rythym with his finger going in and out of him. Niall gave up on kissing and let his head fall to Louis' shoulder with a sigh. Louis saw Zayn watching with burning eyes and blew him a cheeky kiss before he reached his hand down and pulled Niall's cheeks apart so Zayn could see how Niall's hole fluttered around the second finger Louis pushed in next to the first.

Zayn bucked up into his mostly still fist, imagining it was him instead of Louis inside Niall right now. He couldn't keep still anymore and started running his hand from his base to his tip in a smooth rythym. Louis could feel the rough material of Niall's jeans and the smooth skin of his ass rub against his nearly painful hard on. But thankfully Niall was mumbling to Louis that he was ready so he pulled his fingers out gently and spit into his palm before slicking himself up as best he could. He wished he had lube, he knows Niall liked it smooth and easy, but this was what Zayn wanted so they would both give him exactly that.

Louis spit one more time just to be safe and smoothed his precome down his shaft before lining up and pushing just the head into Niall. Niall's fingers wrapped firmly around the back of Louis' neck as he threw his head back with a moan. Louis kept one hand on his cock to lead him and the other on Niall's hip, leaving bruises on the skin with the restraint he was demonstrating not to fuck up into Niall too quickly. Louis felt Niall relax around him, giving him the go ahead to go further. Louis took the invitation happily and pushed in deeper until he was halfway inside his boyfriend. Niall squeaked, always so tight and sensitive no matter how often they used him.

Niall was about to implore Louis to wait a moment, but then Zayn was there, stomach and hard prick pressed to his lower back as he leaned his weight on the chair and held himself up with hands on the arms of the chair and knees on the edge of the cushion. His balls were just teasing where Louis was pushing incrementally inside him and Niall started rocking back into the feeling unconsciously. Zayn wrapped a firm and knowing hand around Niall's throat and tilted his head back to rest on Zayn's shoulder. Niall opened his eyes to look up at Zayn with desire. Zayn's fingers brushed the heated skin and felt Niall's jumping pulse against his fingertips. Louis was still rocking gently deeper into Niall little by little while Zayn pressed his erection into Niall's back.

"Fuck him, Lou. Look how badly he wants it." Louis and Niall both moaned at Zayn's command. Louis soothed patterns into Niall's hips until he felt Niall relax back against Zayn and then pushed the rest of the way inside him. Niall's eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and he groaned, throat vibrating in Zayn's fingers. Zayn leaned down and pressed his lips to Niall's temple, "Sound so pretty, baby. How about you let Lou use your perfect little hole to get off while you wrap those talented fingers around me, hm?"

Niall nodded fervently as best he could while one hand whipped behind him to find Zayn. Zayn chuckled lovingly and came around to Niall's side so he could reach. Niall's hand squeezed tight on the darker boy's shaft, gliding instantly and making Zayn's voice rumbled low in his throat. Louis took that as his cue to continue so he lifted Niall up a little and brought him back down. A stilted moan was pushed out of Niall's tightly-wound body. Louis continued picking up Niall and pulling him down on his cock while he thrusted up into him. Niall's hand was lightening on Zayn's cock, but his rythym was meager at best with all the other distractions going on. Zayn's hand tight in his hair, Louis' leaking dick inside him, his own mounting pleasure. Niall could barely kept a coherent thought in all the hubbub.

Louis suddenly pulled Niall forward as he pulled him down harshly, pushing his tip into Niall's prostate with force. Niall thighs tensed and squeezed on either side of Louis' legs as he moaned out Louis' name.

"Say it again," Zayn ordered with a tug on Niall's hair.

"Louis," Niall cried out again, "Louislouisfucklouis."

"Now say my name."

Niall bounced desperately now that Louis was nailing his g-spot. "Zayn, God, I love you, Zayn." Niall's hand had become little more than a memory of movement on Zayn's cock so he wrapped his own hand around Niall's and fucked into his fist.

"Who makes you feel like this, Niall? Who do you belong to?" Zayn questioned while the other hand still pulled mercilessly on Niall's blond locks.

"You do, Zayn."

"Louis?"

Louis stuttered in his ministrations at the new attention, making Niall whine and pushed down harder on him. Louis groaned before answering, "Yes, Zayn."

"Who do you belong to?" Zayn asked as the hand that was controlling Niall's fist moved to twist into Louis soft hair with a tug.

Louis' eyes fell shut peacefully at the pleasure-pain as he whispered, "You, Zee."

"And no one else gets to see you like this. No one else makes you feel like this besides the boys and I." They both quickly confirmed Zayn's statement. "Good. As long as you know." He bowed down and kissed them both in turn with filthy intentions and zero finesse. "Get me off, Ni," he said as he stood back up from him. Niall's hand quickly started to move again while Louis got back into a rhythm.

Within another minute Niall was back to begging for release and Zayn was leaking steadily onto Niall's jeans. Louis was the first to come, filling Niall with a quiet sigh of his name and his eyes shut tight. Niall furiously pumped Zayn as he himself reached his climax, shooting over his lap and stomach, Zayn following closely after.

Niall slumped down on Louis, without letting him pull out, from exhaustion. Louis huffed a laugh and rubbed his back sympathetically. Zayn pulled the edge of shirt down to clean himself off, his plan of wearing these clothes during the show now canceled, before pulling his trousers back up and sitting on the arm of the chair. Niall immediately slumped onto him when he felt the new warmth. Zayn scratched lightly across the little hairs at the base of Niall's neck. "We can nap a little once we get decent again, Ni. Caroline is going to kill me, but it was worth it," he surmised as he gave one more sweet kiss to Niall's hair.

I know this isn't quite Zianourry yet, but you'll see. Part two to come...and come and come and come (sorry couldn't resist)!

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