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Sleepy Neeroy by Neeroy
Locked In. Neeroy.
Second one? No? Smutty sequel? Yes?
Niall tensed, his hands balling into fists, as he spotted Marcel and Leeroy chatting to each other across the bleachers after practice on evening. Marcel was blushing furiously, Leeroy, busy showing him dance moves from the school production he was running. Niall bit his lip. Leeroy was his. HIS. Nobody would ever take him away, ever. Marcel chuckled loudly, and that was the last straw for Niall. Storming over to the two boys that were leaning against the stands, Niall grasped Leeroy’s hand in mid dance move, much to his displeasure.
‘Niall, what are you doing? I was trying to show Marcel something.’ He said, attempting to shake off Niall’s hand.
Niall only tightened his grip.
‘I need to talk to you for a sec. Promise, He’ll be back real quick.’ Niall lied smoothly to Marcel, who nodded eagerly and pushed his glasses up his nose.
‘I’ll wait right here.’
Leeroy whined loudly the whole time Niall dragged him behind the school gym, which gladly, wasn’t too far away.
‘This place is disgusting. It’s awful back here, I’m going to get my new sneakers all dirty!’
‘You know I hate it when you flirt with other guys.’ Niall growled.
‘I wasn’t flirting, I was just showing him my dance.’ Leeroy scoffed. ‘As if I would flirt with anyone else.’
‘Mine.’ Niall hissed, pressing Leeroy up against the brick wall of the gym and kissing him roughly.
Leeroy groaned, his hands instantly flying into Niall’s dyed blonde locks, tangling with themselves in a desperate attempt to pull Niall’s lips impossibly closer. The Irish boy smirked to himself, and before Leeroy could deepen the kiss, he pulled away.
‘Unfair.’ Leeroy pouted.
‘Who do you belong to?’ Niall whispered, grazing his lips against Leeroy’s ear, giving him shivers.
‘You.’ He breathed.
‘Louder.’
‘You.’
‘I want you to scream.’
‘Not here!’ Leeroy shoved Niall off him, a horrified look crossing over his face.
‘Why not? I’m horny, you’re horny, what more do you need?’
Leeroy turned red.
‘This place is filthy! Who knows what kinds of diseases live here!’
‘Come on, it’s just behind the school gym. We’ll be fine. Please!’
‘No.’
‘Please!’
‘No!’
‘Then let’s leave.’ Niall murmured.
Leeroy backed up against the wall as Niall approached, his face inching closer and closer to Leeroy’s neck before trailing hot, wet kisses from one side of his neck to the other.
‘Marcel’s waiting for me.’ Leeroy gulped.
‘He can just wait a little longer.’
‘But we need to practice!’
‘Practice can be… postponed.’
Niall sucked gently on Leeroy’s Adams apple, causing Leeroy to let out almost a sinful moan.
‘Niall, no!’
Niall however, seemed to have other ideas, and slid his fingers up Leeroy’ shirt. He softly traced patterns on Leeroy’s back, his cold fingertips causing the choreographer to gasp loudly.
‘Fuck, I give up.’ Leeroy growled, all his self-control crashing down within seconds as he flipped Niall around and shoved him against the wall roughly, pressing their lips together in an intense, heated kiss.
Niall grinned. This is what he wanted. This is the side of Leeroy he loved. Not that he didn’t love cute, dorky side too, but his dominating side, when it broke through, was Niall’s favourite. That’s why Niall was happy to comply when Leeroy tore at the edges of his shirt, desperate to pull it over his head but not wanting to break the kiss.
‘You need to wear button up shirts.’ Leeroy growled.
Niall smirked.
‘Rip, tear, I don’t care. Do what you want. I’m yours.’
At that, Leeroy felt his heart speed up. He felt an unbearable wave of fondness for his boyfriend, he was just so beautiful and sweet. Leeroy couldn’t take it any longer – He grabbed Niall’s hand and dragged him out from behind the gym.
‘Where’s my sex?’ Niall whined loudly.
‘Shhh.’ Leeroy muttered as he dragged Niall around the outskirts of the gym.
‘But ….. The sex….’
‘I said shut up!’ Leeroy snapped. ‘Do you want Marcel to hear us?’
Niall snapped his lips together. The two continued to tiptoe around the gym until they reached the edge. If they walked any further, Marcel would see them.
‘Where the fuck are you taking me?’ Niall whispered.
‘I told you, I am not having sex behind the school gym.’ Hissed Leeroy.
‘How about in the gym?’ Niall winked.
Leeroy frowned, his brow creasing under his sweat band.
‘It’s locked at this time.’
‘Not for long.’
Before Leeroy could protest, Niall had let go of his hand and pulled a bobby pin out of nowhere, and begun to break the lock on the nearest gym door.
‘Niall, we could get expelled!’ Leeroy shouted.
‘Shut up! Do you want Marcel to hear us?’ Niall mimicked Leeroy’s words from earlier.
Fuming, Leeroy stomped his foot angrily.
‘This is classified as breaking and entering. I’m going back to Marcel.’
‘You will do no such thing.’ Niall growled, the click of the lock causing Leeroy’s attention to stray toward the sound. ‘Welcome, to Hotel Sex.’ Niall grinned proudly as he opened the door, gesturing for Leeroy to enter the large, highly echo-y building with ballet mirrors lining the walls and basketball hoops nailed to the ceiling.
‘No. I’m not going in.’
‘Yes you are.’
‘No, I’m not.’
‘Yes. You. Are.’
‘No – Hey!’
Leeroy crossed his arms tightly and pouted as Niall dragged him inside.
‘I refuse to have sex with you inside an illegally entered building.’
‘Jesus Leeroy, You’re so fucking fussy.’ Niall snorted. ‘I went to all the trouble to get you in here, lets at least make the most of it.’
‘NO.’ Leeroy said stubbornly.
‘Fine. I’ll go fuck Marcel instead, I’m sure he won’t mind fucking inside an illegally entered building.’
Niall turned to stomp out the door, his temper resting dangerously on breaking point. He turned the doorknob. Crap. It must turn the other way. Niall anxiously turned it the opposite direction, biting his lip.
‘Shit.’ He swore.
‘What.’ Leeroy appeared over his shoulder.
‘We’re locked inside.’
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