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Zarry - Let You Know When I'm Ready

Zayn’s been careful to keep his eyes on- he’s pretty sure it’s Ashley? the bar had been loud, and she obviously hadn’t cared enough to repeat it, although she’d been careful to let the spaghetti strap of her top slip off her shoulder. It’s getting more difficult, now, as Lana-not-Lana is bouncing on Harry’s dick just a couple feet away, holding her boobs and moaning at the ceiling. Zayn has to press his face into the pillow at the crook of Ashley’s neck to muffle a choked laugh at one particularly enthusiastic noise, and he never thought he’d be turned off by sex, but he almost feels bad for Harry. And a little impressed, because he’s not sure he could keep his stiffie when faced with. It’s not that probably-not-Lana is unattractive- and Zayn should really turn away, stop watching one of his best friends getting amateur cowgirl sex, but it’s just distracting. 

After Harry comes, he has to raise his eyebrows at not-Lana and tap her side to get her off of him. She doesn’t try to cuddle, which is probably in everyone’s best interests tonight. “Bathroom’s through there,” Harry points out, lets her give him a tongue-heavy kiss slightly off his mouth before she’s off the bed and gathering her clothes from the end of the bed. He remembered to put his toiletries in his overnight bag this time, always wise when there’s strangers in his hotel bathroom.

Zayn lasts a bit longer, and it’s not like it’s a contest, exactly, but he has some pride, after all. So he maybe makes sure to prop himself up on one elbow when he gets close, slide his hand down between her legs and thumb over the girl’s clit until the noises she’s making are real, and she goes tight around him, heels digging into his calves. After he comes, he rolls off her and nuzzles at her shoulder a bit. She smells like overly sweet perfume and he’s all too relieved when the door clicks after possibly-Lana and Ashley’s rolling off the bed and padding to the bathroom.

Not-Lana cements her existence under that name when she deposits a nameless slip with ten digits into Harry’s hand and actually holds her fingers up to her ear in an aborted devil horns and I love you hand signal hybrid. Harry offers to call her a cab, but thankfully for him in the grand scheme of his phone being somewhere that isn’t within arm’s reach, she has a go-to cabbie she can dial. She’s out of the room with a bat of dark lashes, and Harry crumples her number and tosses it at Zayn on the other bed, smirking.

“Not a chance,” Zayn laughs, and his voice is rough, he has to clear it against the chuckles. “I saw all that.” And then he kind of freezes, presses his face into the sweat-damp pillow and groans, because he’s pretty sure he majorly disrupted the fine balance of hotel-room-sharing-while-also-fucking-random-strangers, or whatever this was.

It’s a delicate moment, and Harry likes to think he handles it pretty well- Zayn’s girl chirps her goodbyes from the door and Zayn lifts his head off the pillow and gives her a thumbs up, and before he can go back to trying to suffocate himself with the pillow, Harry catches his eye. “C’mere, you idiot,” he says, raspy and tired and friendly and maybe a little bit blokey, but effective enough.

Zayn joins him on the non-damp side of the bed, and if nudity is a problem, he doesn’t mention it. He does, however, rib Harry about not-Lana’s nomenclature fiasco and ample chest, and they crawl under the covers with their heads on the same pillow. 

two;

It makes sense that if the first time it’s an accident, the second is on purpose.

In Zayn’s defense, he doesn’t know Carly is there with a friend until he’s close enough to smell the whiskey on her breath, but it’s entirely his fault when he texts Harry to come over and meet the friend, a leggy redhead with a smattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose.

Harry makes his way across the bar quickly, slides up beside Zayn and takes the freshly-poured drink out of his hand, hands it to the pretty girl with that’s smiling cautiously at him. Zayn makes a small, disgruntled noise, and Carly passes him her own shot, leaning into his side- “So, now we can leave, right?”