Stay With Me

Chapter 18

"C'mon Niall breath with me...I'm right here Ni. Everything is alright, there is nothing you need to worry about." Harry said soothingly, as he rubbed his hand up and down Niall's arm. They stayed in that position for a few more minutes, before Zayn and Harry could hear the soft snores of Niall.They both exchanged a look, before they let Valac move Niall to the couch with his telekinesis.

When they finally clasped each other in a warm, slow and luxurious hug, they felt all oppositions to their love had melted. Zayn's chests rising and falling against Harry's back, their breaths in unison, and the warm blood that they could feel in each others' embrace. They relaxed on the couch, and melted into each other's arms. The bowl of fire subsituted as a fireplace, and Harry couldn't help but to laugh at the idea. Their fingers inertwinded once again, and Harry loved the feeling of his heart fluttering as Zayn lifted their hands and played with harry's fingers lightly.

He felt warm breath on his neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with Harry's neck. A hand runs through his long hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around Harry's waist, and pulls him close to Zayn's vanilla and smoke scented body. Zayn's kisses are now on Harry's shoulders and on his jaw. Harry was gasping for air while his shirt was being lifted and thrown away. "Zayn..." He could barely think, even less talk when his chest and abs were being touched and scratched by those delicious hands. "Zayn, babe...Ze. We can't, Niall is sleeping."

"Yes we can." He answered, his voice muffled on Harry's neck where he was nipping and sucking, biting and licking in a delicious yet torturous slow pace. He moved his hands down and opened the button of his pants, along with the zipper, pulling them down, leaving Harry breathless, nervous, only in his boxers and desperate for more.

But it didn't feel right with Niall sleeping just a few feet away so he sat up and grabbed Zayn's hands to stop them from doing anything more.

He whispered softly, "Not here." Zayn bit at his bottom lip before kissing Harry desperately, he needs to touch him so bad. Wants to feel Harry as much as he possibly can, want to make him moan and want to hear it.

Zayn spoke, his voice sounding a bit broken, "I need you."

Harry kissed him hard and Zayn moaned softly into his mouth, fingers digging into his waist. They parted and Harry took in a sharp breath of air, "The bathroom." Zayn nodded then they both got up off the bed and quietly walked towards the small motel bathroom. Both of them in there creates little space for them to move around but Zayn obviously didn't care because he was soon pressing Harry up against the door, hands grazing down his stomach and then latching onto his boxers.

Harry was just simply breathless and he didn't know what to do but take whatever Zayn is giving him.

His mind had completely gone blank when Zayn's warm mouth was suddenly around his cock and he let out a small cry before tugging at his boyfriend soft black hair, shoving his hips forward a bit and biting his lip as Zayn gags around him.

"Please, please Zayn."

His boyfriend pulled off of him and stood up. Soon Harry was being held up by Zayn, his long pale legs wrapped around the lad tan hips while three long fingers thrusts in and out of him at a fast pace. Harry cupped Zayn's face and kissed him, opening his mouth enough for his boyfriend to push his tongue in.

He couldn't stop the moans falling out of his mouth and when Zayn finally pushed into him he cried out the lad's name.

Zayn moved so now Harry is sort of sitting on the sink, his back pressed against the mirror and sweaty hands trying to grip at the porcelain as Zayn fucks into him fast and desperate.

"You feel so good, always so good."

Harry moaned in response and Zayn moved forward just enough for him to grab the back of his boyfriend hair while the other one is scratching at the lad bicep. He's pretty sure they're making enough noise for Niall to hear if he wakes up but Harry is just way too out of it to try to quiet down now.

"I-," he pressed his forehead against Zayn's and closed his eyes. "Come for me babe, I got you." Harry opened his eyes and stared into Zayn's brown ones before titling his head back and cumming. His boyfriend released a few seconds after and Harry panted before kissing Zayn softly. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, before Harry started to complain about being sticky. They got in the shower, and shared more sweet soft kisses, and some long heated ones.

After getting out they went to the couch again. They laid there in their boxers with the cover drapped over them. Harry laying almost fully on top of Zayn, as his boyfrined traced patterns over his back. They looked at eachother in the eyes, and Harry chuckled when Zayn started to lean in. Putting a finger to Zayn's lips, Harry smiled and rested their forheads together. "I love you.." he said softly being even more sure of himself.

The smile that Zayn gives can only be discribed as a ray of sunshine. His eyes crinkled at the sides, and his tongue peaked out between his teeth. Harry smiled back and before he knew what was going on Zayn was kissing him deeply again. "I love you too...so damn much." Zayn said before crashing their lips together again.