Ficlet: harry/nick/liam, first time
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LOVERAVE ASKED: harry/nick/liam, first time
“What are you even doing here?” Nick asks, once Liam and Harry have crawled into his bed and Harry’s arranged the covers over them all like the three of them in bed together is completely normal. He’s still not entirely sure why Liam and Harry turned up at his flat with a DVD and a Chinese takeaway, but the evening was nice, up to and including the part where they refused to go home and took up residence on his fold out sofa for the night.
“It’s cold,” Harry says, and he nestles his way into Nick’s side, arm across his waist.
“But there’s two of you,” Nick says, a little dazedly, because he’s fairly sure that five minutes ago he was the best part of asleep, until they knocked on his door and woke him up. “How can the two of you together be cold?”
Liam is a little shyer with how he curls up against him, but he tentatively slides his hand over Nick’s stomach and strokes his fingers over Nick’s hip.
“Nicholas,” Harry says, quite patiently. “We’re trying to seduce you. Will you just shut up and let us?”
“Um,” Nick says, since they’re both looking at him like they’re waiting for an answer, but Nick’s still not entirely sure what the question was. “Like, all night? That’s what tonight was?”
Harry frowns. “Have you really not noticed we’ve been trying to date you for, like, months?”
“Months,” Liam echoes. “Did you really not know? We kept bringing you flowers.”
“I thought you just liked flowers,” Nick says.
“We’ve practically taken out shares in Hotel Chocolat,” Liam says.
“Oh,” Nick says, feeling a bit stupid. He lets Liam slide his hand into Nick’s. His heart’s pounding.
“Anyway,” Harry says, shifting position so that he’s kneeling up over Nick, “so, what do you say?”
Liam leans in and kisses Nick’s cheek. “I really like you,” he says.
“We both do,” Harry says. He leans in to kiss Nick’s other cheek.
Nick’s heart pounds. “God,” he says. His other hand, the one that isn’t in Liam’s, comes to rest on Harry’s hip.
“So,” Liam asks.
Nick smiles, and lets himself be kissed.
LOVERAVE ASKED: harry/nick/liam, first time
“What are you even doing here?” Nick asks, once Liam and Harry have crawled into his bed and Harry’s arranged the covers over them all like the three of them in bed together is completely normal. He’s still not entirely sure why Liam and Harry turned up at his flat with a DVD and a Chinese takeaway, but the evening was nice, up to and including the part where they refused to go home and took up residence on his fold out sofa for the night.
“It’s cold,” Harry says, and he nestles his way into Nick’s side, arm across his waist.
“But there’s two of you,” Nick says, a little dazedly, because he’s fairly sure that five minutes ago he was the best part of asleep, until they knocked on his door and woke him up. “How can the two of you together be cold?”
Liam is a little shyer with how he curls up against him, but he tentatively slides his hand over Nick’s stomach and strokes his fingers over Nick’s hip.
“Nicholas,” Harry says, quite patiently. “We’re trying to seduce you. Will you just shut up and let us?”
“Um,” Nick says, since they’re both looking at him like they’re waiting for an answer, but Nick’s still not entirely sure what the question was. “Like, all night? That’s what tonight was?”
Harry frowns. “Have you really not noticed we’ve been trying to date you for, like, months?”
“Months,” Liam echoes. “Did you really not know? We kept bringing you flowers.”
“I thought you just liked flowers,” Nick says.
“We’ve practically taken out shares in Hotel Chocolat,” Liam says.
“Oh,” Nick says, feeling a bit stupid. He lets Liam slide his hand into Nick’s. His heart’s pounding.
“Anyway,” Harry says, shifting position so that he’s kneeling up over Nick, “so, what do you say?”
Liam leans in and kisses Nick’s cheek. “I really like you,” he says.
“We both do,” Harry says. He leans in to kiss Nick’s other cheek.
Nick’s heart pounds. “God,” he says. His other hand, the one that isn’t in Liam’s, comes to rest on Harry’s hip.
“So,” Liam asks.
Nick smiles, and lets himself be kissed.
