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Ziall - Can't Hide The Way It Makes Us Glow

“I’ll take her up on it someday,” Zayn says, smiling softly as he looks out into the trees.

They sit while Zayn smokes, Niall throwing a handful of pebbles into the creek one by one. By the time Zayn’s done with his second cigarette, Niall’s shivering, pulling the cuffs of his blazer further over his hands.

“C’mon, then,” Zayn says, standing up and brushing off his jeans, which are on the side of too-tight that borders on obscene. He tosses the butt of his cigarette into the stream. “Let’s go back to mine before I freeze my bollocks off.”

He pulls Niall up by the hand, and doesn’t let go until they have to duck underneath the windows along the backside of the main building to avoid being spotted by a lecture hall full of students.

-

“Fuck, where’s Harry?” Niall groans out. Zayn’s got him pressed up against the foot of his bed, one cold hand pressed against the back of Niall’s neck, and he’s going to topple over if Zayn doesn’t stop kissing him like that, sucking little marks where he’s got the collar of Niall’s uniform shirt open and pushed aside.

“He’s got double music, he’ll be ages,” Zayn murmurs, yanking the hem of Niall’s shirt out of his trousers and working a thumb over his hip. “‘Sides, he’ll probably be occupied with Louis for a while, I reckon.”

“Do ya,” Niall manages, and then Zayn shoves him so he sprawls on his mattress. At least this time they’re on the right bed; last time they’d skived off to fuck while Harry had been in class they’d landed on his bed, and he’d been properly annoyed with them afterwards for several full minutes at least.

“Mm,” Zayn agrees, and he kneels over Niall where he’s stretched on his back, pulls his tie off entirely, shoves his shirt off his freckled shoulders, and works his trousers down in such quick succession that Niall’s head feels a little dizzy. “Ought make good use of the privacy, then, yeah?”

Niall manages to nod, pulling at Zayn’s clothes with fumbling fingers, takes two tries to get his obscene jeans unbuttoned and then somehow, miraculously, gets Zayn fully naked.

Niall’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to the sight of Zayn, open expanses of soft skin and a few dark tattoos, beneath his collarbone and a new one on his hip. Zayn is skinny, all ribs and elbows, eyes that drift half-closed when he’s shoved up against Niall, breathy voice that doesn’t know how to be quiet enough when he comes, even when he bites at his lip or Niall’s neck to stifle himself.

He’s not entirely sure what Zayn sees in him, in his cheeks that flush too red and his mouth that’s too wide and too loud and how he tries to be cool but really just goes desperate and dumb every time he sees Zayn naked. It’s just, Zayn is miles-long and endless and he makes Niall’s ribcage feel looser, like he’s protected and on the edge of something dangerous all at once.

“Fuck,” Zayn says above him, and then he’s pressing against Niall, hips rolling together as he presses Niall against the mattress as it creaks a little. “Christ, Ni, do you even know what you do to me.” He says it like he’s talking to himself, and Niall flushes pink, can feel it bloom across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

“One to talk,” he croaks out, and then Zayn’s cock is pressing alongside his and he forgets words, forgets how to use his mouth or his arms, and Zayn is kissing him so fiercely his breath catches. He doesn’t need breath anyway, he thinks, not when he’s got Zayn’s tongue licking into his mouth hot and perfect. He could live on that alone.

Zayn just shoves up against him harder, like he can’t stand to not be pressed up against every inch of Niall’s skin, and Niall loves it when Zayn gets desperate like this, torn apart and sloppy. Sometimes Zayn is bossy and manages to keep himself collected enough to tell Niall exactly what to do, where to put himself and how to touch Zayn, and Niall loves that too, loves it when Zayn’s lips curl with approval, when he says “God, Niall, so good, you’ve done so good” while he fucks him from behind, or pulls him into the toilets before dinner to jerk him off with a hand over his mouth before Niall can even attempt to protest.