Summary: No.
By: 1directionxofic.tumblr.com
I CANT WITH THIS.
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Another Tomlinson bash. Liam’s mate Louis was famous for them. Tomlinson, that’s his name. Louis Tomlinson. Just a casual friend, he and Louis had science lectures together, they often paired up for projects. Liam wasn’t that excited to go, but he thought he’d make an appearance for an hour, then split. He logged on to Facebook and found the page, browsing through those invited. Same old people; Mimi, Grace, Matt, Rachel, Kyle, Connor.. Zayn. Shit. Liam slammed the laptop shut and made up his mind not to go. He couldn’t face the boy. Not after what happened at the last party Louis hosted. He flopped on to his bed and put on some music, grabbing his folder. Liam opened it up and dove head first into his homework, the other lad still lurking on his mind. He didn’t even know why he still went. Liam just somehow found himself showered and dressed in simple dark jeans and a plain white t shirt, white Supras with the tongues hanging out. Not too smart, not too casual. He somehow wound up at Louis’ party and had already mingled with a few people he knew from University. “Liam, you finished that Mechanics work?” His classmate, Dave, was always behind on his work, but somehow managed to get A grades. “Er, yeah..” Liam wasn’t interested in discussing education. “I still need to finish up my analysis and summary paragraph of the toolbox essay.” Liam groaned subtly, wishing for Dave to shut up. He enjoyed Uni, but he wanted to loosen up, not discuss it. “It’s easy, only needs to be a few sentences. Excuse me, I need a drink.” Liam sighed with relief as he was excused and dashed out to the kitchen. He grabbed a can of lemonade, avoiding the alcohol. It did nothing for him. He opened it and took a few small sips, staring out the small window that lead out to the back yard. “Oh, fuck’s sake, where’s the vodka?” A strong Yorkshire accent his Liam like a wave, and his stomach tensed up. He didn’t dare look around, he didn’t want to be noticed. Instead, he let the lad curse a little more, searching around for a drink. “Excuse me, you know where the Smirnoff is?” “Ur..” God dammit. Liam turned slowly, and stared at Zayn, who stared back just as confused. They both swallowed, the atmosphere thickening instantly. Liam dropped his gaze, and looked at the counter, running a hand through his hair. “I dunno, someone probably jacked it.” “Sounds about right.” Zayn muttered, reaching for a bottle of WKD to satisfy him. Liam took this opportunity to try and slip past Zayn, but the older lad had other ideas. Liam felt a tight grip on his arm and was tugged back. He tilted his head 90 degrees and locked eyes with the Bradford boy. His stomach started dancing, his breath getting lost in his lungs. No, stop it. Control yourself. Liam kept yelling at his own body silently, wishing for him to keep cool. “Are we ever gonna talk about it?” “There’s nothing to discuss.” Liam brushed him off, lying through his teeth effortlessly. “That’s a lie.” Zayn could see right through him. “Can we just go upstairs and talk?” Liam shrugged, and soon found himself being pulled through the small crowd in the hallway by Zayn. He pulled Liam upstairs, and the loud booming of the bass music softened, just a small pounding through the walls. Zayn found an empty bedroom and slipped inside, leaving the door open for Liam. He knew he was gonna regret this, but he had to hear the older boy out, just finally discuss everything. Liam followed Zayn closely and twisted his body round, closing the door. “So, you wanted t-” A set of hands slammed against the door by Liam’s head, startling him. He turned round quickly and pressed his body tightly against the door, staring into Zayn’s gorgeous hazel eyes once more. He could feel himself falling, no, being dragged into them, his whole body relaxing as he melted into his gaze. His heart started racing, beating like an 808 Drum, he was sure Zayn could hear. Zayn’s body was close to Liam’s, their chests almost touching. His breath was deep and heavy, almost panting sexily. Zayn licked his lips slowly, and Liam let out a small groan at his teasing. They came up here to discuss, but Zayn didn’t want words to come out of Liam’s mouth. Instead, he dipped his forward and crushed his soft lips on to Liam’s full ones, drawing him in to an intense kiss. Liam was stunned, but quickly relaxed into it, kissing the boy back. Their lips danced together slowly and sweetly, their tongues remaining inside their own mouths. The kiss was gentle, but their hands were not. Liam’s hands ran up Zayn’s chest and stopped at the top button. He wasted no time in ripped the thin fabric open, a few buttons snapping off, dropping to the floor. Zayn didn’t care, he wanted to do a little ripping of his own. He held the collar of Liam’s top and began tugging it. At the sound of the material stretching, Liam broke the kiss, shaking his head. “No! This is expensive!” Zayn gave him a look of non-amusement, and Liam blushed. He lifted his top over his head and dropped it on the floor. “Sorry, I’m not ripping it.” “No fucking fair.” “Oh, shut up.” Liam pushed Zayn forward, his calves getting caught by the bed, causing him to lose his balance and topple on to the mattress. Liam knelt on the bed with his knees either side of Zayn’s thighs and unbuttoned his chinos, tugging them down. Zayn proceeding doing the same to Liam’s jeans, and they were quickly left with nothing but boxers on. Liam was still straddling Zayn, with just the then material of their underwear separating them from any further pleasure. Liam bent down and rested his hands either side of Zayn’s head, pressing his lips to his dark skin. He began placing small wet kisses along the crook down to his collarbone, nipping the skin occasionally. He grazed his teeth over the thin skin, sucking a small mark just below where his jaw bent up to his ear. Moan after moan escaped Zayn’s lips, gasps of pleasure leaking out of him rapidly. Being egged on by Zayn’s noises, Liam tugged down his boxers, whipping off Zayn’s and straddled him once again. Liam began to push Zayn’s thighs apart, but the other bad had a different idea. He pushed Liam’s shoulder gently, making him fall to the side. He rolled over and straddled Liam, so he was on top and in control. “No, I’m running this.” Zayn smirked and lent down, kissing Liam hard. Liam groaned against his lips, dragging his fingertips up Zayn’s sides. Grinning, and with no warning, Zayn pushed into Liam until his hips were pressed against Liam’s bum. Liam broke the kiss and cursed loudly into his neck, his fingers getting tangled in Zayn’s hair. He tugged on his thick locks gently, moaning slightly louder with each of Zayn’s thrusts, his body jolting as Zayn’s hipbones slapped against his skin. “Oh, fuck. Zayn, Zayn!” Liam couldn’t control his verbal faucet, works stumbling out of his mouth weakly. He wrapped his hand around his own cock and began tugging, only increasing his pleasure. Zayn moaned into Liam’s ear deeply and slowly, groaning as sexily as possible. He picked up the pace, slamming into Liam quickly. Sweat was oozing out of their pores, their breath staggered and shallow. Zayn’s thrusts became sloppy, his energy levels declinging as the passion built up. “Shit! Shiiiiiiit!” More swear words leaked from their mouths as they both released the building pleasure inside their genitals. Zayn slowed down, riding out his orgasm, still moaning in time with Liam. He rested his head on Liam’s and kissed him softly, breathing heavily over his lips. They were out of breath and energy, and ended up collapsing beside each other, panting. They said nothing else to each other, they just remained lying down, fighting for breath in silence. Liam closed his eyes and slid his fingers between the gaps of Zayn’s. He was shocked to find Zayn squeezing his hand back, his eyelids flickering shut as well. They stayed there, hand in hand, soaking up the thick humidity and sensuous atmosphere, grinning to themselves. Moans were so much better than words.