coax me, cajole me ~ nick & harry
A look at their relationship after they succumb to the pull of a twisted fantasy and decide to lay waste to their casual friendship. Filled anon prompt, nothing but smut.
Harry was clutching his head on the moonlit walk towards Nick’s flat. His heart hung heavily with something akin to loss when he thought back to the words that Louis had said to him just a few hours ago. He hadn’t meant to sound so possessive when they stumbled gracelessly over the Eleanor issue again with their taunts and low blows. He wasn’t always this spiteful, this trifling when he broached the subject of Louis and his pseudo-girlfriend. He latched onto every defense with such conviction and he knew that it exhausted the other boy. It wasn’t like that with Nick. The man was just so fucking cool about everything. Harry could tell that he harbored his own issues but who didn’t? It was as if Nick Grimshaw knew how to pacify every dull throb of resentment in him without placing blame, without judging him. He was the salve on the cut. He was the pill on the tongue. Harry didn’t know how he was going to stop seeing him. Not when he was so desperate to pave over the part of him that acted like the world was ending when Louis was away. He tried to train his features into a mask of nonchalance before knocking on the door.
“We can’t be doing this again, Harry.”
Nick sounded exhausted, almost drawn to his limit but his arms were still open for Harry. There was that reckless smile again, gently curving and darkening at the corners.
The door hadn’t closed on him yet.
“Please,” Harry croaked out, unable to pretend anymore. He fidgeted with the frayed hem of his shirt before toeing off his shoes in the foyer. Nick knew not to ask what happened. He rarely did, which made Harry tell him everything anyway.
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“I’m going to give you this drink and turn around. I’m going to wait for you to reconsider. You’re gonna toss it back, feel better and decide you’re better off.”
The amber liquid sloshed around in the glass that slid across the granite island of Nick’s spacious kitchen. Harry took it without hesitation. It seared hot down his throat and quelled the mess in his heart for a grand total of two minutes.
Nick’s back was nothing like Lou’s. It loved to slouch, to hunch idly under porch lights and umbrellas. His shoulders were broad but had a certain softness to them. Harry began the walk towards them in complete silence, suddenly sealing his mouth over the parts that weren’t covered in brushed cotton. His hands clenched at Nick’s sides and marked them with angry half-moons over the shirt.
Nick tipped his head back in half resignation, half anticipation. Harry’s lips were cold but his touch still burned him. He let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He thought back to the first time they did this, how utterly smashed they were. Harry had appeared to him on a night just like this one. He begged, cajoled and bit his way into Nick’s life like he was somehow entitled to it. He loved Nick precisely because hewasn’t Louis. He was a physical contrast to everything the boy had known. The older man wasn’t sure if the idea offended or thrilled him.
Harry’s lips barely had the time to close around the raised bump of Nick’s shoulder when the dj turned around and backed him into the adjoining wall. Their eyes locked heatedly before their lips crashed together. Harry groaned and parted his lips some more so that Nick’s tongue could slick over his teeth and around the walls of his mouth. His hand hovered around the gentle outline of a hipbone but the man caught it, gripping that wrist as if to tell him no.
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“Do you think people are meant to love others over and over again?”
A lone ice cube trailed wet and cold along Harry’s exposed torso, racing Nick to the front of a pair of boxer briefs. It thawed and pooled just above his cock, making him gasp sharply. Their breaths mingled hot and heavy in the drafty air of the bedroom. Harry had his back against the bedpost in a reclining position with Nick between his legs. They were pared down to their skivvies but still needed to kick Nick’s duvet so that it lapped past their ankles.
Harry swallowed hard when the man began palming him slowly and torturously. He was losing it. He was gonna lose it and they weren’t even fucking yet.
“Please. Please just-” Harry’s head sagged limply against his shoulder when Nick’s lips trailed south. His teeth grazed along the waistband of his boxers before taking it in his mouth and snapping it. Harry’s stomach tensed in half protest half expectation. He couldn’t get rid of them fast enough. Nick’s eyes flickered over the wanton expression on Harry’s face before taking the dive. His tongue pulsed fleetingly all around the head before he engulfed Harry in velvety heat. He savored the chill that ran down the singer’s spine and began bobbing up and down on his cock, hollowing his cheeks. Nick willed his eyes shut when the boy’s throbbing length nudged the back of his throat. His nails dug into the pliant skin of Harry’s thighs in return, savoring the faint whimper that left him. He moaned his encouragement when Harry’s tapered fingers grabbed desperate fistfuls of his hair.
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“I can’t believe we’re having this discussion,” muttered Nick in exasperation, burying his face in Harry’s most recent tattoo.
“Is it that hard to imagine me inside you? I want to feel what’s it’s like.”
Nick tried not to indulge his friend too often but Harry always got what he wanted. Always. No matter how ridiculous the request, no matter how late it was, Nick always caved when he saw those startlingly green eyes suffuse with hunger.
“I haven’t done this in a while. You’ll have to take it slow.”
Harry’s broad grin was all the confirmation he needed. He was fucked in every sense of the word. So indisputably fucked.
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Nick had his face pressed against the pillow with only his elbows to support his weight when Harry’s fingers slicked inside him. Haggard breaths left his lips in quick succession with every slow push. Harry’s movements were hesitant, almost self-conscious in the way they curiously prodded his body. Nick was about to toss him a casual joke when he felt Harry’s fingertips brush against his prostate.
“Fucking hell Styles,” he groaned out, unwittingly pushing himself onto those fingers. They scissored maddeningly inside him until he couldn’t take it anymore and reached behind himself to tug on a lock of damp curls. Harry eventually took the hint and began stroking himself with more of the slick. Nick flipped over on his back and braced himself. It felt odd to see Harry like this, so determined yet clearly blanketing over an indescribable emotion with one of his heartbreakingly easy smiles.
Harry maneuvered himself over Nick so that his cock just barely kissed around the older man’s entrance. He hissed through his teeth as he nudged slowly inside, wincing at the tightness all around him and murmuring scattered apologies to the dj underneath him. His fingers searched for Nick’s in his haste to feel closer, spidering along the blanched knuckles. He withdrew so that he could lean some of his weight against the headboard behind Nick, searching his eyes for a sign to move.
Nick was drowning. The sensation of being connected to Harry like this was at once painful and incredible. His chest heaved up and down as he willed himself to calm down, to adjust to Harry. When he finally relaxed around him he nodded for the singer to move. His pupils were blown wide from being so turned on.
Pink heat crept past their necks and saturated their faces with light. Harry started up a slow and excruciating pace in and out of Nick, movements building steadily between gasps and moans. Soon the dj was able to take him right up to the hilt and the sounds that came out of his mouth were loud enough to startle the neighbors.
Harry started angling his thrusts in search of the elusive bundle of nerves inside Nick. He bent to suck bruises into the older man’s skin. They blossomed at his chest and torso. Their eyes locked and held tight when Harry’s thrusts began prodding Nick’s prostate. Their heartbeats were abysmally out of sync but hammered on nonetheless.
“So fucking good,” Nick grunted out, no longer able to to suppress the stifled cries that threatened to push from his throat. He brought his hands over to paw at Harry’s back, clawing jagged patterns all the way down to his tailbone before grabbing his arse roughly. He didn’t know if it were possible to be any closer than they were now, but by god he wanted it.
Harry was pounding into him with absolute abandon now, whispering things he shouldn’t have into the shell of his ear. Tiny but significant endearments that should’ve fucked with Nick’s emotions had he not been overpowered by the pleasure building in his lower stomach. He wrapped a hand around his cock and began to jack himself off when Harry swatted it away and roughly fisted around it himself.
“I’m close,” they miraculously managed to say in unison. Nick was the one to let go first, muscles clamping in maddening spasms around Harry as his name fell from his lips over and over. His come pulsed hot on Harry’s fingers and across his stomach. Harry’s eyes were screwed shut and his red mouth was lewdly agape when his movements grew erratic and desperate. “Oh fuck, Nick, Nick, Fuck!” All it took was a few more pumps and the sensation of Nick’s walls applying frantic pressure for him to spill hard into the man. His legs gave out and he collapsed, cheek pressing hot against Nick’s slick chest. When their breathing finally stilled he forced himself to pull out and fall back on the bed. His hand blindly reached for Nick’s and held it so hard that the man had to kiss him to calm him down. He gently bit on the soft peaks of Harry’s lips before pulling the duvet over them.
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“Harder Grim, Fuck, just fuck me harder,” wailed Harry around a mouthful of pillow. Morning had smeared the sky with streaks of pale pink and orange. Harry’s phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand but neither of them had the presence of mind to pick up or shut it off. Nick’s hand snarled around Harry’s mop of curls and pulled hard as he slammed into him over and over.
His thrusts were precise and edged with burning, crackling intensity. Harry seemed dead set on making this hurt for himself and while Nick wasn’t entirely averse to rough sex he had to wonder what suddenly came over him. “Harry, just relax,” he soothed, hands brushing electric over his hips before one of them darted out to grab his cock.
Harry exhaled sharply and tensed hard around Nick, whimpering into the thoroughly abused pillow. The slapping sounds of their bodies colliding together filled the flat alongside the buzzes of their phones, creating a discordant beat. Harry swallowed thickly and pushed back on Nick, pushing desperately into his strokes and thrusts without restraint.
Nick felt like he was going to explode. Every last bit of tension in his body seemed to ebb from his pores but Harry’s unbelievably tight heat made him coil up again in a torrential burst of sensations. His breath ghosted just below Harry’s ear as he pumped in and out, angling himself so that he made the boy cry out every time they joined together.
Harry turned his face to peer back at Nick, eyes wide and jaw tight from exerting himself so hard. Nick was in more or less the same state and he could swear that something sparked violently between them for a split second. Harry tossed his head back and let out a keening, pained noise as he climaxed, nerves shot with electricity and trickling along the surface of Nick’s flushed skin.
He was close behind Harry, so unbearably close when that tight channel began to drain him with its tremors. Nick groaned hard when he emptied himself inside, feeling the waves crash against him over and over. He gave Harry one last push of finality, hoping that he was just as satisfied.
Nick fell hard as Harry had done the other night onto his side of the bed. His eyes fluttered shut and all he could think of was the lethal turn their once casual relationship had taken.
Harry’s thoughts were much the same when he rolled over on his side and came down from his high. A mixture of guilt and excitement twisted painfully in his chest. The dual cores swirled about his head and slowly entranced him until Nick’s soft breathing coaxed him into sleep again.