Zayn brought the fork to his mouth smiling at the nervous look on Liam's face. He paused before tasting it and grinned at the other lad "I'm not going to lie you know, if it's shit I'll tell you." In all honesty the curry smelt amazing but Zayn loved how much Liam seemed to want to impress him. The thought of the boxer spending a good few hours, toasting spices and whatnot, to prepare a meal for him, made him feel special. With a wink he finally tasted the food. Zayn couldn't help the groan that escaped his mouth, as the aromatics and the heat from the chillies attacked his taste buds, he also couldn't stop his eyes from fluttering shut. The look of triumph on Liam's face was almost obscene. It was slowly replaced by one of desire as he watched Zees 'foodgasm'.
"Ok. This may be the nicest thing I've ever had in my mouth. Well maybe not the nicest..."
Liam blushed slightly at the crude joke but he couldn't take his eyes off of Zayn's lips. The way they moved as he spoke was mesmerising to Li. He wondered if they where as soft and pliable as they looked. Before he realised what he was doing he had reached out his hand and ran the tip of his index finger along Zees bottom lip. He dropped his hand quickly, mortified. Zayn raised an eyebrow, took a swig from his bottle and, looking Liam dead in the eye, asked "Do you want to skip dinner?"
Liam paused for a beat, unable to think of what to say. Then as Zayn's question sunk in, he realised that he was being serious. If Liam wanted to, he could cut the niceties and have Zayn right now. The thought had him out of his seat so fast his chair hit the floor.
Zayn smiled as Liam bent down and pressed his lips against his mouth. He was too busy smiling, at the eagerness, to kiss back. This caused Li to groan and his hand to go to the back of Zee's head and push their mouths together more forcefully. He felt a giggle escape from the model and used the opportunity to slip in his tongue.
Zayn felt Liam's tongue touch his own and deepened the kiss. This was the best kiss he'd ever had. He had thought Harry was the kisser, thought no one else would ever compare. But the passion and attention with which Liam lavished him was unparalleled. Zee pulled him onto his lap, the other guy straddling him. He could feel Liam's hardness against his own stirring member. "My room. Now." He felt, rather than heard Li growl into his mouth. He looked into the other guys eyes, chocolate meeting amber.
"Lead the way Payne."
As soon as they enter Liam makes his way straight to the drinks cabinet in the corner of his bedroom and pours a glass of whisky. He watches Zayn traipse around the room with his mouth hanging open in shock. He knows the rest of his home is devoid of personality. It is that way deliberately. He doesn't want to get too comfortable at home, wanted to force himself to spend as much time as possible experiencing life instead of being cooped up at home. But his bedroom, that was his one allowance, his one concession to creature comforts. He had spent months designing his sanctuary, it was his space. Everything is tactile, comfortable and textured. It is a rather beautiful room, Liam thinks, but Zayn- Zayn diminishes all of it.
"Holy shit, this is-" Zayn starts but Liam wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before striding over and grabbing Zayn's face in his hands. He kisses him roughly, not even easing into an open mouthed kiss and swallows every noise Zayn tries to make.They break for air and Liam uses the opportunity to rip his shirt over his head and makes quick work of Zayn's tee. He stares at his bare chest for a moment, makes mental notes of his tattoos and dives back in. He kisses Zayn like he has always wanted to kiss. Without holding back and with passion. Zayn kisses back just the same.
"Bed." Liam breathes into his mouth while trailing his hands down to Zayn's belt.
"I... I don't know if my legs are working, you seem to have made me a little weak at the knees." Zayn gasps and giggles. So Li grunts and grips the back of Zayn's thighs to hoist him up. Zayn squeaks and quickly wraps his arms around Liam's neck, his legs around his waist. He is light and it doesn't take much effort for the strong boxer to fling Zayn down onto the large double bed. Liam kisses him again and moves onto his neck, sucks a little too hard and continues trailing down his body. He relishes in the soft moans that escape Zayn every time Li lets his tongue slide over his skin. He takes his time unbuckling Zayn's belt and sliding his jeans down off his hips. Zayn's eyes are screwed shut when Liam sneaks a glance and he sees that Zayn bites his lip hard when Liam's hand brushes over his half-hard cock in his pants."Do the rest." Liam huffs, standing up to take his own trousers off. Zayn nods and quickly shucks his, suddenly too-skinny, jeans off. Liam cocks an eyebrow at Zayn's Spiderman pants and fights the warm feeling in his belly when Zayn blushes and takes his pants off to avoid Liam's hungry gaze.
"Fuck!" Liam can't help himself and nearly trips in his haste to get naked. Zayn moans loudly when Liam leans back down to kiss him. Their cocks slide together and it makes both their hips rock into each other. Zayn grabs at everything he can; Liam's hair, Liam's shoulders, Liam's arms. Liam finally, using all his effort, detaches himself and looks down between their bodies. He marvels at how well their bodies match each other. Zayn's darker skin blending with Liam's gentle tan, his tattooed hips rocking into Liam's, his cock grinding against Liam's. It makes his toes curl.
"Lick." Liam holds his hand up to Zayn's mouth and Zayn's eyes flash with his trademark mischief. He makes a show of sucking Liam's fingers into his mouth, dragging his tongue across the love line on his palm.
"Done." Zayn grins and gives his lips a final lick before rutting up against Liam. Liam murmurs a breathy "Shit" and captures Zayn's mouth again. He reaches down between them and grabs both of them in his hand. Zayn did a good job, he thinks, as both their cocks slide together in his palm.
"Holy fuck!" Zayn grunts into the crook of Liam's neck. His breath comes up hot and heavy and that is enough to spur Liam on. He pumps his hand slowly- teasing. He likes the way it makes Zayn's head thrash back and thrust his hips up desperately, willing Liam to move faster.
"Oh Come on!" he pants, worked up to a ridiculous degree, when Liam leaves his hand teasingly rubbing across their tips. Liam teases him some more until he himself can't take it. He braces himself with one hand so tight on Zayn's shoulder he hopes it will leave a bruise. He likes the thought of leaving his mark on the beautiful sweaty lad. Li starts to move his hand faster, twisting it at just the right places to make both of them moan. Zayn looks up at him, his mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes trained on Liam. His stare is intense and full of words and questions Liam cannot deal with right now. So he stares back and smirks at Zayn every time they both let out a noise. It works and soon Zayn's eyes are glassing over and he is panting Liam's name in between various swear words and random noises
"I'm close." Liam warns through gritted teeth and the noise of his hand on their cocks is loud and obscene. Zayn just nods his head and shuts his eyes."K-kiss me" Zayn whispers and Liam wants to decline, he really does. He'd love nothing more than to deny Zayn and draw this out longer. But he needs to get off more; he needs to make Zayn come, hear him scream his name, even more. So he leans down and brushes his lips lightly against Zayn's. Before he can even deepen the kiss Zayn thrusts upward and comes hard over Liam's hand and cock. He shouts right into Liam's open mouth and squeezes his lower back.
It's enough for Liam and he bites down on Zayn's collarbone as he too, comes. He rolls over to the side and flops down into the pillow.
All that can be heard is their short breaths as they come down and the soft music floating up from the kitchen below. When they are both relaxed Liam raises his head from the pillow. Zayn is on his side looking at him, his fingers dancing by Liam's side like he wants to touch him but is afraid to.
It's pitch dark outside now and the glow from the city lights shines in the window. It casts an orange haze over Zayn and it makes him look beautiful. More beautiful. Zayn opens and shuts his mouth every now and again, like he keeps thinking of something to say but refuses to let it out. Liam waits. He doesn't want to speak. He just wants to enjoy the feeling of laying in silence with a beautiful man in his bed. With Zayn in his bed. But if Zayn does then he can't stop him.
"I like you Liam." Zayn sounded surprised making Liam laugh.
"Yeah you just made that kind of evident. 'Oh fuck Liam, yeah Liam. Just like that Liam. Oh oh oh...'" He mimicked Zayn's accent laughing.
"Fuck off! " Zee chuckled, colour raising to his cheeks, "What I meant was, erm, I've not been myself, for quite a while now. And I've been making horrible decisions. I came here fully expecting us to fuck."
Liam had to stop himself cooing at the embarrassment evident Zayn's face and force himself to listen to the actual words. "We kinda just did."
"No, I mean...Fuck, fuck. And then I probably wouldn't have called. Actually I definitely wouldn't have called. But I'm sick of being that guy, so I want to wait. And I'd love to see you again...if that's ok with you?" Zayn's eyes danced nervously over Liam's, he hasn't made himself this vulnerable to anyone in a long time, not since Harry had...
Liam brings his face to Zee's, resting his forehead against his "I'm not going to pretend I'm not gutted we're not gonna...but I can wait. I think you might just be worth the wait." He catches Zayn is a gentle kiss. "Ok let's get cleaned up and, I don't know about you but I'm famished, we could finish dinner?" Zayn nods in agreement "Erm their is another shower downstairs...unless you want to get in the en-suite with me?" Liam calls over his shoulder heading to the bathroom "Or is that pushing it?" He smiles to show Zayn he joking. Although if the lad agrees he certainly wouldn't be complaining.
"A bit Payne. Just a bit." Zayn laughs, unable to stop himself from staring at the sculpted arse in front of him. Damn, he thinks, I cannot wait to get a piece of that.
Once he hears the shower running and Liam singing (he has a surprisingly good voice) Zayn starts to gather his things together to head for the downstairs shower. He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the time and notices he has several missed calls and three text messages. All are from Harry. With a sigh he checks the texts:
'I miss you every second of every day. I was a fool and I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. I'll never forgive myself x'
'I still love you Zayn. I'll always love you. Take all the time you need, see other people if you must. It's ok because I know we will end up together. You can't fight fate babe. Yours. Always xxx'
'Zee it's Kay, I've confiscated Harry's phone. He's a fucking prick, please ignore him. Enjoy your date and call me or Chris in the morning. Loves ya babe xxx'
Zayn sank onto the bed and held his head in his hands. He so didn't need this right now.