Zayn's POV
"Okay, um fuck." Justin said to himself rubbing his hand over his face. "Are you sure you want to?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." I panted. "Justin please."
"Zayn! We're going to get things for dinner! We'll be back soon. Be good for Justin!" Papa shouted and then I heard the apartment door close.
"Well, that's that taken care of." Justin said and attached his lips to mine.
He pushed me back onto the bed and snuck his hands under my/his top. He ran his hands along my chest and played with my nipples until he made them hard.
"Justin." I whined and tried to buck my hips up to meet his but he stilled my movements when he placed a hand on my hip.
"Not yet baby boy." He said and started sucking another hickey onto my neck. He bit at the skin a little bit and then went over it again, to make sure the bruised skin really stood out. He stood back and admired it. "Mine."
"All yours." I agreed. "Justin please."
"Please what baby? I don't know what you want me to do."
"Touch me. Please."
After those words left my mouth he immediately pulled down my boxers and started kissing my inner thighs working his way up to my painfully hard dick.
"Please don't tease." I whined.
"Patience." He said.
Finally he started touching me. He took my cock in his hand and started pumping it up and down. I curled my toes as he moved his hands faster and then... I came.
I flushed red as I spilled my load all over his hand and chest. How embarrassing, he was only touching me for like two minutes.
I turned on my side and buried my face into the pillow.
"As much as I like the perfect view I have of your arse right now, what's the matter baby?" He asked.
"I couldn't hold it for longer." I mumbled.
"Aww baby, it's okay. It was your first ever experience so of course it's going to be short. I've done it a few times which is why I'm able to last for longer."
"So I should do it more often to train myself to last longer?"
"No, that's not what I mean. At all. In fact, don't touch yourself when I'm not here."
"That's not fair." I pouted.
"Sorry baby." He said and kissed my pouted lips. "We should get cleaned up a bit."
He went into the bathroom and washed his hands thoroughly and then we made sure no cum got on the bed.
"We're fine, none got on it." He told me.
"Thank god, Dad would kill me."
"Yeah, and then he'd kill me." He laughed.
We went into the living room and I lay down on the couch.
"Come cuddle." I said making grabby hands at him.
"Awww is the baby tired?" He teased.
"Yes I am, and I would like to cuddle with my boyfriend if that's not too much of a hassle." I said.
"Of course not princess."
He joined me on the couch and I snuggled into his chest while he played with my hair. We spoke about everything, from school to Josh and his new girlfriend and what we're going to be doing for Harry's birthday.
"We're home!" Harry shouted as he ran into the living room and jumped on Justin.
"Hey bud." Justin smiled and lifted him up.
"Hi Justin." He said shyly, blushing.
"My boyfriend." I said wrapping my arms around Justin.
"No he's mine!" Harry joked.
"There's enough Justin love to go around for everyone." Justin laughed.
"Harry are you pestering Zayn and Justin again?" Papa asked coming into the room.
"No." Justin said at the same time I said "Yes."
Justin looked at me and laughed.
"He's not being a bother Louis."
"Well, I came in to tell you all that dinner is ready."
We all went into the kitchen and sat at the table.
"Does everyone want a drink?" Papa asked and we all nodded.
"Okay here you go." He said and placed a sippy cup with orange juice in front of Harry, Niall and I and a can of Coke in front of Justin.
"Papa, can I have a can of Coke?" I asked.
"No Zaynie, you just drink your orange juice and eat your din dins okay?" He said and I blushed red as a tomato.
I made it through dinner without any other major embarrassments. Apart from when I accidentally got a bit of sauce on the side of my face and Dad wiped it away for me as if I were a baby instead of just telling me I had it there.
I then got a bit of sauce on my t-shirt which led to Papa joking about whether I needed a bib, and if I had a hole in my lip.
I leant forward to get my drink and my t-shirt must've moved because Justin kept making a motion to pull the neck of my top up. It must've been showing the love bite.
"So Zayn, how was modern studies today?" Dad asked.
"It was okay. I was the only one that had to sit in the base and do a poster. It was quite boring."
"You know why we wouldn't let you watch the movie though?" Papa asked and I nodded.
"Yeah, I now realise that I would probably have gotten nightmares."
"That's right baby. We're only trying to look out for you. If you had watched that movie then you'd probably want to sleep in our bed for the next few weeks." Papa laughed.
"Justin, will you sign my cast after dinner?" Harry asked Justin.
"Sure bud, can I write a little message as well?"
"Yeah! Daddy, Papa, Zaynie and Niall have already signed it. I wanted Zayn to paint it so it will look prettier but Daddy and Papa won't let me." He pouted.
"It's not our fault Harry; doctor's orders." Dad said.
After dinner Justin signed Harry's cast writing his name and 'Harry is the coolest' which really seemed to please the young boy.
Soon it came time for Justin to leave and we all said goodbye to him.
"I don't want you to go." I said hanging onto him.
"I know princess, I'll miss you too. But I'll see you tomorrow for Harry's birthday."
"Yeah, you're right. I'll see you tomorrow."
We said our final goodbyes and Papa shut the door. I was just about to walk into my room when I heard.
"What's that on your neck?!"
Hey guys!
This chapter is a bit shorter than the other ones and that's just because I didn't have a lot of time to write tonight. But at least I still got an update up!
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31/01/17