Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

We wake up the next morning and Liam decides to check out the gym downstairs. I decide to order my usual breakfast and call it in. While waiting, I turn on the TV and scroll through the channels. While scrolling a flash of a one direction picture goes by, I go back. Well, I wont have to ask what happened. I reach over and grab my phone to text Liam to let him know. I don't know what is truth, assumption, or lies. I wait through the commercials for the segment to be aired. According to this news report, Niall, rather inebriated, was hounded by and somewhat insulted by a photographer. So, he, being in the state that he was, let a few choice words fly and started swinging, striking the photographer and damaging his camera. But I guess that's what happens when one deliberately steps on a camera, several times.
I make a face. Not good. PR is going to have a time with this one. No, videoing yourself and a band mate smoking pot is not good, but physically harming someone is not taken lightly. Thankfully they move right along to the next story. I notice Liam has not text-ed back. I know he is now blowing off steam. I might want to step lightly when he comes back up.
Flights back home are at 1. I start throwing our things in the right suitcases and picking up. I decide I'll go ahead and call my mom and get the definite all right for everyone to come down. She assures me that there will be plenty to eat and is looking forward to seeing them again. The amount of food was never a question in my mind, she cooks like shes cooking for an army on Thanksgiving.
I hang up with her and hear Liam come in the door. He comes around the corner soaked in sweat. He walks straight to the shower, barely noticing me. He's never been that way to me and I don't know how to take it. I decide to go ahead and get dressed and throw on some jeans and a long sleeved T, push the arms up and continue packing. He comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and lays down on the bed. I go over to him.
"Do you need me to do anything for you - can I do anything?"
He nods his head no, closes his eyes and puts his hands over his face, breathes out and yells, "Fuck!" I'm a little startled but try not to show it. I really don't know what to say or what to do. So I sit and wait on him.
"Whats so bad, is it was worse than what they showed on TV. He destroyed the camera and really hurt the guy. The guy probably deserved it, but its the fact he acted on his impulses. No, he is not one to usually act like this so he must have been pushed to the 'I don't give a fuck' level."
I go and sit next to his head and he rolls it over into my lap, looking up, my fingers running trough his hair.
"I'm sorry, I really am. Just so pissed off that this happened"
"Quite all right, get it out, don't keep it all inside for it to return later".
I can tell he is still aggravated and probably will be for some time, but it will pass and he will be back to his calm self again. He shifts to his side and his towel falls to the side. What does one do with a beautiful man, with his head in your lap, naked as the day he was born?
"Ummm, your towel fell."
"Hmmmm, so it did."looking down at himself " What about it? You know, you are making me very uncomfortable staring at my junk like that" he says matter of factly.
"Maybe you should cover it back up then, if it makes you uncomfortable."
"You know, I don't stare at you when you're naked"
"Is that so? Because I'm pretty sure you do." I move his head, get off the bed and start undressing. "Oh no, don't look, you just keep looking at the ceiling mister because remember, you don't stare at me when I'm naked"
He's slowly getting off the bed. "There is a difference in looking and staring. I am merely looking, you were staring."
I start walking around the bed, him moving slowly following me around the bed. I get to the head board and get on the bed and walk over it, him following. By the time I reach the foot of the bed, he has caught up to me, I'm walking back wards and covering my boobs. I decide its time to make my break but he is too fast. He catches me at the door, wraps his arms around me and pushes me against the wall. I'm laughing so hard and cant catch my breath. He has both wrists in one hand above my head the other hand on my shoulder while he laughs also.
"Now you've done it. How are you going to get yourself out of this one?" He asks jokingly. I'm looking around, I have no quick comebacks and I really cant get away from him. "You didn't happen to bring your handcuffs with you did you?" I don't reply. "The fact the you haven't said anything means you did. Where are they?" The mere thought has me getting wet. "Now how to keep you like this and get them is going to be tough. Don't fight me or run off if you see the chance, promise?" I nod yes.
Still holding my wrists he goes to my suitcase and with his free hand starts digging around til he hears the clinking sound. An evil laugh.
"So what to do first" he says as he's putting them on. "Well, I cant fasten you to the headboard because its solid, so its both hands together." He puts them on and eyes me. He bends down and puts me over his shoulder and takes me to the bed and literally drops me on it. "Hands above your head or I'll find a way to keep them that way." I can tell he is still thinking of a way to tie me down.
"Don't move, I have a surprise for you." He walk into the bathroom and I can tell he's going through his toiletries bag. "Since you were so kind to torture me I thought it only fair to return the favor." My mind starts racing. "Now, you must be still, the rules you gave me, apply to you" The evil smirk on his face has me worried.
He positions me with my head on the pillows and grabs some extra and puts them under my hips so they are higher than my stomach. "Comfy?" I nod yes. "I really wish I could restrain you better. Are you ready? Just lay back and enjoy".
He goes down in between my legs, bends down and kisses me at my pubic bone. My eyes are closed, I cant see him so I have to rely on my other senses to help me. The sound. My friend told me of this. Buzzing. Dammit he got a vibrator. Its small because he was able to conceal it in his hand. With one touch on my clit I come off the bed. "Now, look, I asked you to be still. I cant have you doing that. I can find something to tie your legs down. I have a couple of belts in there" I can tell hes joking, but I know he's serious. "Relax". I take a breath and try to relax. "I'll turn it down". I feel him breathe on me and kiss the area at my clit, his fingers massage me a little. The sound again. I try to remain relaxed. He puts it on my clit lightly and I moan. "Good girl". He bends down and pulls my clit with his lips gently sucking it. "Again" and he places it on my clit lightly but leaves it there. I moan again. He uses his fingers and pushes my lips back to expose my clit and places the vibrator right on it. He puts it on the slowly takes some of the pressure off then back on, never fully removing it. My insides are clenching, my hips rocking to the movement. He takes it off and inserts a finger inside, in and out. He starts it again and leaves is finger in. He's driving me crazy. "I'm going to come." "That's fine, I want to feel it." He's massaging me with the vibrator, my insides are clenching, my legs shaking. "Oh God" and I come. He turns the vibrator off. "Mmmm babe you were wonderful". He bends over and kisses my stomach. "But now, its my turn. Nothing fancy or weird position just want you." He positions himself and because I'm already so wet, he glides in. "Fuck, that feels good" He's grinding on me as if a melody was playing in his head. His tongue licking circles around my nipples then gently sucking them. I put my shackled hands around his neck and pull his lips to mine, our tongues playing, I bite his lip and moan. He feels so good. He pushes with a little more urgency and comes. I remove my hands from around his neck and he lies next to me.
He reaches over to the night stand and gets the key and releases me. I raise up onto one elbow, "Shit! We missed our flights!".
"We'll catch the next one, no biggie. It was worth it, no?"
I reach over and kiss him, "Well worth it"
He gets his phone and makes arrangements for the next flights. "Next flights tonight at 5. "Ready for another round" He smiles and leans in and kisses me.

Notes

Too much ? Or too much fun?

So sweet Niall has gotten himself into trouble. They say he likes to party and looks like it might have gotten out of hand.

Here's another chapter for all my friends across the sea to wake up to. Love waking up to see y'all have updates also.

Take it easy. See ya on the flip side.