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The reason	By : Silvara Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Oasis Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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**Author's note: This one is for all the Liam/Noel shippers (cause I always wanted to dedicate a story XD)

I hate him. I hate how he crawls over the bed to reach me. I hate how he tenderly hugs and kisses my neck. After some more playful kisses and receiving anything else than my apparently indifference, he gets mores demanding.

Dear Lord, how did we come to this? I remember the very beginning of all. Liam was only fourteen, and the only thing I wanted to do was comforting him. I could feel his distress at me leaving to go roadie with Inspiral Carpets, but he only showed his displeasure with anger towards me and to almost everybody who had the bad luck of annoying him, something very easily by the way. I feigned more indifference towards him with every day that passed, because showing emotions right away is something we never knew how to do, I think cause it made us feel uncomfortable. But my insides ached at the thought of leaving for such a long time before we made up. And then he just caught me packing up.

"Have fun this year out of the town. Well, at least I won’t have to see yer face every fookin’ day" he venomously said, clearly angered.

"Don’t worry about that, Liam. Maybe if I had enough fun, I’ll never come back, then neither of us won’t have to see each other’s face anymore"

"You don’t know anything!" he nearly screamed at this.

Then I pushed him against the wall and before he could react, I kissed him. Not just a peck on the lips. My tongue intruded his mouth and he eagerly accepted it, quickly setting a delicious battle. We became more frantic and Liam shyly rested his arms on my shoulders. That’s when I snapped back to reality. I backed away from him in horror. Liam was just a kid! My own little brother, furthermore. How in hell could I’ve done this? I left without saying a word. When I came back home Liam had grown into a fine young man, but neither of us had outgrew that little issue. None of us has ever been the talkative tipe so, when we’re alone we barely speak, we just act. That’s how all this began.

He’s now straddling me, sucking and nipping at my collarbone. The little twat knows that I don’t want any marks left on my skin, but he insists on marking me every fookin’ time.

"Come on, Noel" he breathly whispers on my ear

"No" I reply in what I hope it’s a neutral tone

"No? Does it means that you don’t want to take me?" he says like he’s saddened while rubbing our clothed groins together.

"We shouldn’t… we should have never begun. I won’t do it anymore"

"Really?" he says rubbing himself on me like a dog in heat "cause I can feel that your body is willing to continue" he purrs in a soft voice. Of course he can feel that I’m aroused, he’s sat on it and that rubbing thing didn’t help. He slowly unbuttons my shirt, caressing every inch of skin that’s exposed on the way.

"Don’t…" I could never finish cause then his mouth is suddenly sucking with force at one of my nipples and it feels heavenly. I try to bit back a moan but he must have sensed it, cause then he begins to roll my other nipple between his fingers while still sucking at the other.

He backs away and it confuses me. Wasn’t he the one eager to continue? Then, why has he stopped all of sudden? Liam’s standing on front of the bed, slowly undressing himself, like putting on a little show for me With every piece of cloth that is tossed carelessly on the floor I feel my own pants getting tighter and more constricting. When he does get rid of all his garments, he comes back with that devilish smirk painted on his face.

"I can help you with those pants, you know?" he says while unzipping them. His hand gets lost inside my pants and he massages me through my boxers. My hips automatically buck upwards and I hear Liam chuckle. Shit, I was supposed to stop all this, not to practically beg for it.

When we’re both fully naked Liam resumes his rubbing. The feel of naked skin against naked skin is wonderful and I can’t pretend anymore that I’m not enjoying this.

"You still don’t want to fuck me?" Liam asks. I remain silent, trying to regain some composure but he doesn’t let me enough time to do it. "Don’t worry Noel, there are other ways"

He kisses the tip of my erection and sets to land feather light kisses on the whole length. I know he’s taunting me with his soft lips. Those same lips that taunted me in dreams for such a long time. I relax my body when his lubed hands are smoothly sliding up and down my painful hardness.

"I love the feeling of your hard cock pulsing on my hands" Liam says looking at me. I know that he really meant it, and for some reason that makes me hotter.

It seems he’s done with the taunting, or that’s what I thought before one of his hands slides further down past my dick till a finger ventures around my pucker. He slowly shoves a finger in. It feels weird to have Liam fingering me, but it isn’t as bad as I feared it to be. I realise that, in some way I find exciting to have Liam stretching me, preparing me, cause I know what surely comes next. We have done it a few times before today, but the other way round, with Liam in my place. He swirls the fingers inside me, rubbing something and making me scream and shudder in pleasure. Holy shit! I began to understand why Liam was always so eager to have sex, that sensation was amazing.

"Liam…" I choke out in a pleading voice, I even forgot what I wanted to say

"He, who’s the slutty one now, Noel?" He pants, removing the fingers out of me. He’s also sounding too desperate, but he turns around, like searching something around the bed. He grabs a belt and turns with a strange grin on hi face.

"Uh, Liam, what in hell is that belt for?" I cautiously ask. He has the strange ability to come up with some bizarre ideas. Truth to be told, I’m a bit afraid of what he might do with that belt. It’s not that I don’t trust him and I neither expect him to really hurt me, but you may never know how our kid’s gonna act in an uncommon situation. Shit, you probably couldn’t neither foretell how’s he going to react in a common situation, cause he is quite unpredictable.

"Slutty boys need some punishment, do you know what I mean?" he answers while pinning my hands over my head. I rest there, astonished at his words. He then brings the belt up and… secures my hands with it around the headboard of the bed. What the fuck? I suppose my confusion is clear on my face since I hear him chuckle.

"I won’t hurt you Noel, unless you want me to"

I try to move my hands, but he’s done a good job securing them, I only can twist the position of my wrists a bit. While I was testing the belt’s resistance Liam has spread my legs wide for him. He slowly pushes himself in me and I hiss. It burns.

"You gotta relax, it would be a lot better. Believe me" he advises me, lazily licking my earlobe. I try to follow his instructions, but I discover that it’s easier to say than to do it. I don’t get relaxed but somehow I got partially used to the feeling of having something inside me. He continues to push all the way in and that’s not as bad as the beginning. I thought that he would settle for a slow pace at first, but he doesn’t move, in fact he doesn’t do anything. I can’t hold the expectation any longer and I move my hips, signalising him to do the same.

"Don’t be impatient like a kid, Noelie" he admonishes me mockingly. I would have smacked him if my hands weren’t tied up. But he eventually moves, and it isn’t a slow rhythm, it’s hard and fast. I discover that I love how he pulls out only to ram in with force, I moan like I’ve never done it before. It seems that tonight I’m discovering some new things. Then he hits that spot again and I see the stars, almost literally.

"God, Liam, do that again" I plead shamelessly. For once he doesn’t argue with me and grants my request. He hits that spot again and again and again. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure and my restrained range of movement only forces me to concentrate even more in the sensations. We both begin to moan in unison, Liam sometimes mumbling something that sounded like "…so good, Noel, so good…"

"Touch me, please" I ask him, I’m so fucking close to cumming that I think I can’t hold any longer. Liam moves his hand to my cock, but he presses his thumb on the tip, preventing me to cum. I would have complained at this if he hadn’t chose in that moment to pull in and out of me with even more force, the joints of the bed clanking with each move. The way Liam hits my spot with every thrust is making me insane with pleasure and I move my hips to meet his. Liam’s now moaning my name over and over and that turns me delirious, I writhe my body under him and I dig my nails on my hands, I can’t do anything else to relive that aching sensation of pleasure that has taken over my body. I scream Liam’s name out loud when I feel him climaxing and he removes his thumb from my cock. White strands of come squirt every where on my chest and stomach. I lay there panting as Liam finally removes the sodding belt from around my wrists, then he collapses at my side. I look at him, and he grazes my arm softly, like asking me permission for something. I’ve never understood why Liam gets shy after a good fucking. I already know what he wants, so I hold him between my arms and he lets out a happy sigh. Neither of us speaks, but our unspoken words linger in the air.

As I was saying before, I hate him for making me weak, I know I can barely deny him anything. But I hate myself even more for turning him like this, for making him desire this. It makes me sick, I know I really should stop, yet the only thing that I crave for and helps me feel alive is him.
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