warning: mature content ahead :)
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Zayn packed up his bag at the end of the school day, ready to leave the building.
He was still shaken up by the events that occurred a few days ago. After he had returned from his date with Justin (which was one of the best days of his life), he went up to his apartment and prepared for bed, trying to fight the smile that approached his face every time he thought about the date. When he finally got in his bed, he heard his phone go off. He reached over and checked it, expecting to be a text from Justin.
But boy, was he wrong.
When he saw that it was an unknown number and a picture, he unlocked and went to his messages. When he clicked on the number, he gasped and began to feel shaky. He dropped his phone, trying to fight back his panic attack. It was a picture of him in high school, which was on one of the most embarrassing days of his life.
He just didn't understand. He deleted his old Facebook, which untagged him from all the photos. How could anybody get the picture? Unless it was somebody from his past that decided to mess with him, but no. He hasn't heard from them in years, and he was pretty sure they didn't want anything to do with him. So why would somebody find that picture? What did they want from them? He was trying his best to put his past behind him, but then that happened. Since that night, he barely slept, a million of thoughts running through his mind.
Since then, he's been on edge. He hasn't heard from the number since then, which both terrified him and didn't. What were their motives? And the more important question, who was it?
Zayn threw the bag over his shoulder, then grabbed his keys, phone, and wallet that sat on his desk. Once he had them, he made his way out the classroom, turning off the lights and locking the door behind himself. He closed the door then made his way down the hallway. He passed by Justin's room, and his door was closed. Zayn was glad though because he knew if the man saw the way that he looked, then Justin would definitely know that there was something wrong.
Zayn made his way down the stairs and to the exit of the school. When he got outside, he clicks the start button to his car, hearing the vehicle turn on from a distance. When he reached his car, he opened the door by pressing the button on the handle and got in. He put his bag in the passenger seat and emptied his pockets out before closing the door. He pressed the start button, bringing the car fully to life, and put on his seat belt. Once his seat belt was on, he backed out of the parking spot then put the car in drive.
Before he went home, he decided to go to the coffee shop. When he arrived, he parked his car on the side of it and turned off the vehicle. He took off his seat belt and grabbed the stuff in the cup holder before getting out. He pressed the lock button on his remote, hearing the car beep, and made his way to the entrance of the shop.
When he opened the door, he entered the shop, being met with the chattering of people. There wasn't a lot of people in the shop, which Zayn was glad about. He went to the cash register and ordered him a coffee. After he paid the barista came back and handed it to him. Zayn thanked the woman before going to find a seat.
While looking for a seat, he saw a familiar curly hair lad, and his mood brightened. It's been a while since Harry and he last talked, so he was happy to see him. He couldn't help but think back to what Justin had to him. His mood deflated a little. He felt bad, though. Maybe if it weren't for Justin's father, then the two would've been together. But then Zayn wouldn't have met Justin. Maybe he would've, but Justin would've been taken. He didn't want to think about Justin being with somebody else. Even though Zayn and Justin were together, Zayn wondered if maybe he tried to explain the situation to Harry would the two at least be acquaintances. Then he remembered about what Justin said about Harry being stubborn, and right now he didn't want the man to be mad at him or lash out at him.
Shaking the thought, Zayn approached Harry, who was engrossed in his phone. He sat his coffee down on the table, which got Harry's attention. When Harry looked up, he met the eyes of Zayn, who was smiling at him. Harry grinned and locked his device, setting it down on the table as Zayn sat in the seat across from him.
"Well look who we have here," Harry teased, causing Zayn to shake his head and smile.
"Hello Harry," Zayn spoke softly, grabbing his drink and taking a sip of it.
"What have you been up to dude?" Harry asked, and thus sparked them catching up.
Firstly, Zayn apologized to Harry about not coming to the coffee shop much recently. He says that he's been busy with work, which wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. Harry told him that it was okay, that he's barely been coming to the shop himself lately. He says that recently things has been rough and that he's been putting in extra work at the shop. Zayn was worried, but Harry told him not to, but that still didn't stop him.
After that was out the way, the men just talked. Harry was surprised that Zayn actually was carrying on a conversation with him. Zayn was talking more than usual, and Harry wondered what made that happen. The man did seem more happy to him. Whatever was making him happy, he didn't want it, or them, to stop.
Zayn noticed that Harry was smiling at him while he was talking, and he couldn't help but blush. He knew why the man was smiling at him. Zayn knew he was talking more than usual, and that has been Harry goal ever time they were together. Now that he was, Zayn knew that smile was of accomplishment, even though Harry wasn't the reason why he was talking more.
What Zayn also noticed about Harry is that he had bruises on his face that look like they were healing. He thought about what Justin had told him; that Harry pretty much hates him. Justin had bruises too. He started to think, did the two of them get into a fight?
When Zayn asked Harry about it, he just shrugged his shoulder and said that he got into a fight with someone irrelevant, and right there Zayn knew the answer. Though he found himself growing irritated when Harry said the person was irrelevant because Justin was pretty relevant to Zayn. Zayn tried not to let his irritation show though.
And by the time the two had finished talking it was close to six pm, and that's when both men decided to go home.
"Zayn I have a question," Harry said as they exited the coffee shop.
Zayn turned his head towards Harry and came to a stop once they exit. Harry came to a stop as well and turned to Zayn. "Yes?" Zayn questioned.
"Do you know if uh-" Harry scratches his hair nervously, "D-Do you know if Louis is gay or not?"
Zayn shrugged his shoulder, fighting back his smile. He knew that Louis and Harry have been texting lately. If they were on skype, Louis would occasionally smile down at his phone and replied to a message, which Zayn knew was from Harry. Zayn knew since the day that Harry and Louis hung out when he was at the arcade with Justin that the two has been growing closer. No matter how much Louis declared that he didn't like Harry, Zayn knew that was a lie.
"You like him or something?" Zayn saw Harry blush and hold his head down, and Zayn almost cooed at the sight. "You don't have to answer that. Louis has never just voiced out his sexuality. He just says he goes with the flow. Whoever he falls for, then that's who he would be with."
Harry looked back at Zayn, a small smile playing at his lip. "Alright, thank you. I'll see you later." With that, Harry turned and walked away from Zayn, who was trying to fight his smile as he made his way to his car.
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Zayn entered his strawberry scented apartment, closing the door then walking into the living room. He threw his bag on the couch before going over to his kitchen island, placing his keys, wallet, and phone down. Sighing, Zayn started walking towards his bedroom, undoing his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt. By the time he entered his room, he was already stripping out of the shirt. He began to undress, and once he was finished, he threw the clothes in the hamper, now completely nude. He made his way into his bathroom to take a quick shower.
About ten minutes later Zayn was now out of the shower, throwing the body towel in the hamper. He went to his dresser and opened it, pulling out a pair of underwear. He then put it on before pulling out some sweats, putting that on as well. Now comfortable, Zayn made his way to his living room.
As he entered the living room, he heard the sound of his phone ringtone. He went over to the kitchen counter, and his phone was there vibrating. He picked up the device and seen the name 'Justin' flashing across the device screen. He unconsciously smiled as he swiped the answer button.
"Hello?" He greeted.
"You should come and open your apartment door." And then the call ended. Zayn looked a the phone oddly for a moment before hearing the doorbell. He grinned as he places the device back down on the counter, going to the door. When he got to it, he unlocked it and opened it, revealing a smiling Justin who was holding a bag. "Hello," Justin said, leaning in and pecking Zayn's lip. His smile then turned into a smirk. "I could get used to seeing you shirtless."
Zayn looked down at his torso and seen that he was indeed shirtless, enabling his blushing. Justin chuckled as he stepped inside of Zayn's apartment, sniffing the air. "It smells like strawberries in here," he randomly says.
Zayn rolled his eyes as he closed the door, then approaching Justin who was leaning against the back of Zayn's couch. "What are you doing here, Justin?"
Justin reached out for Zayn, pulling the man in his hold. His arms were wrapped around Zayn's lower back, just above his arse. He pulled Zayn closer to him, his chin landing on Zayn's shoulder as he whispered, "Can I not come and see my boyfriend?"
Zayn shivered as Justin's cold breath came in contact with his sensitive ears. "B-boyfriend?" He stuttered out, stunned and aroused by Justin's words.
Justin could feel Zayn was starting to get aroused as he grins wickedly, looking at Zayn and saying, "Yes, my boyfriend." And he covered Zayn's lips with his.
They two men couldn't help themselves as they got lost in this kiss. It seemed to happen every time that they would kiss. They felt as if they were teenagers again; constantly kissing and getting aroused by the mere presence of each other. Zayn wrapped his arm around Justin, drawing him closer as they kissed. When Zayn opened his mouth, Justin took that moment to dive his tongue right in, drawing a moan from Zayn. Justin began to play with Zayn tongue with his, turning Zayn to a moaning mess. Zayn's naked torso kept brushing against Justin's clothed one, and he found himself growing annoyed by the fabric.
And when the need to breath came from the men, they both hesitantly pulled back from the kiss, their breath fanning each other face. Their lips now were swollen from the kiss, and their cocks were straining their pants. Both of their eyes were dilated with lust. They always got turned on when they kissed.
"I brought food," Justin breathes out, grabbing the bag that he set on the couch earlier and presenting it to Zayn.
Zayn just now noticed the food, and once he did, he grinned. "Good. I was just about to cook something." He took the bag away from Justin and walked to the kitchen, setting the bag on the island. Justin watched as Zayn walked and couldn't help the grin that formed on his face. Zayn was going to be the death of him.
Once everything was set out on the table, the two began to eat. Justin had brought them chicken, fries, and Zayn's favorite dessert: Oreo pie. Zayn fixed both of them a glass of drink before they began to dig in.
As they ate, the two engaged in a small conversation. It mainly consisted of what they did at work and how their classes behaved. Justin told Zayn this funny story about his student falling asleep in his class, and one of the female students began to paint they boy nails. When the boy woke up, he didn't even noticed and walked right out of the classroom when the bell rang with his nails painted. Zayn burst into laughter, choking on his food and Justin, despite him laughing as well, had gone over and pat Zayn's back as he went through the coughing fit.
When they finished their food, they cleaned up, throwing the bag in the trash and putting the cups in the sink. After they did that Zayn grabbed Justin's hand and led him down the hallway of the apartment. Justin was confused as to where they were going but allowed Zayn to guide the way. They came to a stop at a door to the left of Zayn's room. Zayn opened the door and flipped the light on, pulling Justin inside of the room. When Zayn let go of Justin's hand and take in his surrounding, he let out a small gasp.
The room is littered with art supplies, canvas, trash bags on the ground with paint on them, and paintings were everywhere. Literally everywhere. They covered the wall, the floor, and by the closet that was opened in the room, Justin could tell that paintings were in there too. Justin was no fool to realize that it was Zayn's art room, so he refrained himself from asking the dumb question. Justin began to pace around the room, admiring all the paintings that he could see. They were varieties of them; happy paintings, sad paintings, paintings of nature, paintings of people, and Justin were amazed by all of them.
"Wow," he whispered as he passed by a painting that seems familiar to him. He then looked at Zayn, who was standing by the door, shuffling his feet and looking down at them. It was obvious that he was nervous about hearing what Justin thought about his paintings. "Zayn, these are incredible!"
Hearing this, Zayn looked up at met the eyes of his boyfriend, and smiled at him, feeling relief drown him. Justin opinion mattered the most to him. Justin smiled back at him before looking back at the paintings. As he looked at the paintings, he came across one which was too familiar to him. He picked up the painting, observing it. It was a man and a toddler. A man with dirty blonde hair and brown hair, and the toddler with dirty blonde hair as well and gray eyes. It was obvious what the painting was. More like who it was.
"Is this me and Maisie?" Justin asked, looking up from the painting at Zayn, who was a blushing mess.
"I-I u-uh?" Zayn stumbled nervously. Too fucking cute, Justin thought. Zayn started fiddling with his fingers as he whispered, "Y-yes it is. When I saw you two at the park that one day, the sight was beautiful and I had to paint it."
Justin didn't bother stopping himself as he gently dropped the painting and went to Zayn, catching him in a soul snatching kiss. Zayn eyes widened in shock as Justin's lips moved against him. It took a minute to respond to the kiss, but once he did he closed his eyes, moving his lips slowly and passionately against Justin.
"You're so fucking incredible," Justin muttered when they pulled back from the kiss, breathing erratically. "Seriously, you're the fucking best."
Zayn blushed, avoiding Justin's gaze as he ducked his head in the man chest and mumbled, "Thank you. You can have the painting if you want it."
Zayn swore he could hear the smiling in Justin's voice. "Thank you. I was going to steal it anyways," Justin teased, causing Zayn to chuckle. Justin started rubbing Zayn's back, not wanting to let the man go. He sighed blissfully when Zayn squeezed him, and he felt his eyes close. Suddenly, something clicked in Justin's mind. "Are you going to take that job at the art exhibit?" Justin asked.
Zayn looked up at Justin, wondering what enabled that question. "Why?" he asked.
Justin shrugged his shoulder, looking down at Zayn. "I was just thinking you should. You're an amazing artist, and your work should be displayed and appreciated."
Zayn blushed, emotions overwhelming him from Justin's compliment. "Thank you," he mumbled shakily. Justin squeezed Zayn in response. "I-I'm still thinking about it."
Zayn heard Justin mumble something, and he looked up at the man. "What?" Zayn asked.
"I said I hope that Niall man doesn't try to make a move on you," Justin muttered, bitterness and jealousy evident in his voice.
Zayn grinned amusingly. "Mr. Bieber are you jealous?" He asked, though his heart was soaring. He's never had anybody jealous over him.
Justin scoffed. "Me? Jealous? You're funny Zee," he muttered, resting his chin on Zayn's shoulder.
Yeah whatever, Zayn wanted to say but refrained to. He knew Justin was jealous, and he honestly loved it. "Niall isn't going to try to make a move on me. I assure you."
"Whatever," Justin mumbled, half believing what Zayn said. He didn't even try to hide the jealousy he felt.
Zayn unwrapped his arm from Justin and took a step back, despite Justin's protesting and trying to get him in his arms again. "I have a question for you," Zayn said. Justin slowly nodded his head.
"Can't you ask the question in my arms?" Justin whined, but Zayn shook his head. Justin huffed. "What is it?"
Zayn bit his lip before asking, "D-Did you fight Harry?" Zayn watched as Justin visibly tensed and his eyes became darker. "I-I saw him earlier, and he had bruises and cuts that were just clearing up too."
"Yes," Justin responded strain. Justin could tell Zayn was about to question him, so he added, "I don't want to talk about it right now. I just want to have a good time with you right now." Though it been well over a week since it happened, he didn't want to think about it.
Zayn nodded his head, feeling a bit shameful for being the cause of shift in Justin's mood. "I'll be back," he told Justin before leaving the room. He knew him leaving was going to raise questions from Justin, but he didn't care. He went to the living room and grabbed his phone before walking to his room. When he entered his room, he went over to his dresser and grabbed a white t-shirt, throwing it on. He then left his room, going back into the art room.
When he entered, Justin was sitting down in a chair, his leg moving up and down. When he saw Zayn out of the corner of his eye, he frowned.
"I like shirtless Zayn better," he mumbled, causing Zayn to laugh. Zayn shook his head before going over to his beats pill, powering the stereo up. Once it was connected to his phone, he went to his Spotify and began to play his playlist. He sat the device down before going over to his easel, removing the half painted drawing and replacing it with a new one. He grabbed his palette and paint, squirting the paint on the palette. Once he had all the colors that he needed on it, he closed all the paint. He grabbed his freshly washed brushes and dipped it in the painting, beginning to paint.
Zayn, like always, just went with the flow when he started to paint. The only difference this time was that somebody was watching him, and he wanted to impress Justin. Justin, though, just sat back, listening to the music and watched as Zayn paint. Him being mesmerized was an understatement. Justin was so intrigued in what Zayn was doing. He watched as the man made certain strokes across the canvas, occasionally switching brushes and switching paint. He knew Zayn was in his own zone. Zayn was so passionate about what he did, Justin thought, and the proof was all around the room.
And another thing, Zayn looked absolutely sexy while painting.
Occasionally Justin gaze would drift off to Zayn's ass, which swayed when Zayn made certain moves. When Zayn would stand up on his toes, his little t-shirt would raise up, revealing his back that Justin wanted to run his hands all over while doing other things to him, and his name brand underwear that Justin wanted to strip him out of. Justin pants tightened uncomfortably as his member inside of it started to grow. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and mentally scolded himself.
Fuck, Justin thought. He was so turned on.
Before he could stop himself, he shot up from where he was sitting and walked behind Zayn. He knew that he said that he would wait on when Zayn was ready, but his self-control was being thrown out of the window at the moment. He wrapped his arm around Zayn waist and pulled him back against him. He started kissing the side of Zayn's face and neck.
Zayn gasped at the feeling. Not the feeling of the kiss, the feeling of Justin's member rubbing against his ass. He knew the man was turned on right now; there was ignoring that, but why?
That question went out of the window when Justin press further against him and grinds. Zayn let out a breath moan from the feeling, throwing his head in ecstasy, closing his eyes as he whimpered, "J-Justin." The man hummed in response, still kissing Zayn's neck, occasionally nipping.
"I want to paint too," Justin whispered seductively against Zayn's skin, grabbing the paint brush from the man.
"O-okay," Zayn barely lets out. Justin removed his lips from Zayn neck, and Zayn immediately misses the feeling. His friend downstairs did too.
Zayn grabbed Justin large hands with his and stated guided it against the canvas. Justin was so close to his ear that the man breath was fanning against him. He smelled the peppermint that he guess Justin had eaten after their dinner. Zayn tried his best to guide Justin hand across the board, but every time he would make certain movements Justin would press further against his arse, resulting in him letting out a moan. By now Zayn's member was fully erect as well, craving for attention.
Oh, what the heck, Zayn thought.
Zayn threw the brush and palette down on the ground and turned around, catching Justin in a fierce kiss. Justin instantly moaned in the kiss and took over, forcing his tongue inside of Zayn's mouth. Zayn moaned at that, finding himself, like always, giving into the man in front of him. When they needed to breathe, they didn't even disconnect their lips. They just let their lips lay against each other.
"Bedroom," Zayn whispered against Justin's mouth. Justin nodded his head before grabbing Zayn's hand, leading them out the art room. He entered inside of Zayn's bedroom, leaving the door open behind them. Justin pushed Zayn on the bed, and Zayn propped up on his elbow. Justin started fiddling with his belt.
"Strip," Justin demanded, getting himself out of his own pants. Zayn whimpered at the command but nonetheless began to strip. "We're not going the full way, but I'm going to make you wish we did." Justin leaned in and pecked Zayn lip. "I'm going to drive you so insane Zayn that you're going to be begging for me to continue to pleasure you."
Yes, Zayn wanted to say, but he couldn't find it in himself to respond. He just continued to undress. Once he was down in his underwear, Justin was fully undressed. Before Zayn could get himself out of them, Justin had already pulled them down, throwing them somewhere in the room. Zayn whimpered when Justin kissed him, pushing him against the pillows. Justin disconnected their lips and began to kiss down Zayn's neck, making him a moaning mess. He would moan Justin name so loud, and fuck who would Justin be to say that that didn't turn him on.
When Justin was proud of the artwork that he had just created on the side of Zayn's neck, he went to the man nipples. Zayn whimpered in anticipation, and Justin almost came right then and there. When he reached Zayn nipples, he took the right one in his mouth, and Zayn let out a loud moan, arching his back. Justin lifted up and blew on the nipple, causing it to harden instantly. Zayn shivered from that. Justin did the same thing to the other one, and Zayn moans became more frequent.
Not wanting to leave the buds, Justin took the right one back in his mouth and tweaked the other one with his fingers. Zayn gasped, and his hand went to Justin's hair, pulling at the dirty blonde locks. Justin moaned around Zayn's nipple, loving the feeling of pain and pleasure Zayn was giving him. Zayn threw his head back and let out shaky breaths, closing his eyes. Zayn was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Please touch me, J-Justin," Zayn whimpered as Justin started sucking his left nipple.
Justin lifted up and smirked. "I am touching you Zayn," he says smugly, causing Zayn to let out a groan.
"You know what I mean. Please touch my cöck," Zayn begged.
As soon as he said that, Justin free hand wrapped around Zayn's hardened cöck. Zayn moaned from the feeling as Justin began to jerk him off. Zayn swears he was already close to cumming.
If hearing Zayn's mind, Justin says, "You're not allowed to cum yet," causing Zayn to let out a whimper. "You can't cum until I have you in my mouth Zee,"
"Y-You can't do this t-to me," Zayn pleaded, but he knew that was false. Justin could do whatever he wanted to Zayn, and he was pretty sure Justin knew it.
"Oh but I can," Justin muttered before he started kissing down Zayn's body. The sounds that Justin was receiving from Zayn made his cock become painful, and he knew that if Zayn stroke him once that he was going to cum, so he couldn't let that happen.
"P-please Justin. Let me touch you," Zayn begged as if hearing Justin's thoughts, but Justin shook his head. This was all about Zayn, not him. Besides, by pleasuring Zayn, Justin was pleasuring himself.
When Justin got down to Zayn's belly button, he couldn't help but dip his tongue into it and fuck it with his tongue. Apparently, Zayn liked it because he became more vocal than he did when Justin was sucking his nipples.
Keeping that in mind he moved away from the belly button, and Zayn let out a loud whimper. Justin chuckled seductively before going down to the treasure. He looked up at Zayn, who head is still thrown back.
Taking a deep breath, Justin closed his mouth over the head of Zayn's cock and suck it hard, tasting the precum drizzling from it.
Zayn moans were so loud that Justin was pretty sure that the people above and below them heard it. The sound was unbearably sexy, and Justin felt the tip of his own cock leak out precum. Justin swirled his tongue over the head of Zayn's cock; then he removed his mouth to lick a fat strip up the pipe. After he did that his whole mouth engulfed Zayn's cock, bobbing his head up and down. The rod was now thoroughly wet with Justin's saliva.
Justin felt the cock reach the back of his throat, and he expected himself to gag, but he surprised himself when he didn't.
Justin proceeded to give Zayn the most mindblowing blowjob. The fact that Zayn was praising him just made him work harder in sending Zayn over the edge with pleasure. He moved slowly and skillfully around the cock, sliding up and down, occasionally letting it hit the back of his throat. He could tell Zayn wasn't going to last long, and he was right. His last two movements, which consisted of him licking Zayn's balls and when he went back to sucking the cock, him humming around it, sent Zayn over the edge.
Zayn let out a loud cry as his cock began to pulse, and he found himself shooting in the back of Justin's throat. It was like a nerve ending stream of bliss. He thought he was never going to stop cumming, but soon he stopped, falling against the bed with his chest heaving up and down. Justin moaned around him, swallowing the bitter liquid he was growing to love. Justin, then he felt his own self-began to pulse, and next thing he knew his cum was being emptied onto the comforter. Zayn eyes grew wide as he watched Justin's cöck spew out cüm, and he had to restrain himself from licking it up.
When Justin had finished swallowing everything that Zayn was giving to him he slowly slides his mouth off Zayn's cock with a pop. He was breathless, and Zayn was too. Zayn lifted his head up, and he was met with the orbs of his lover. He saw that cum was seeping out of the corner of Justin's mouth and with his thumb he swept it up. He pressed his thumb against Justin's mouth, which the man happily opened.
"So good," Justin moaned tasting the liquid again, and Zayn blushed.
"I'll go get towels," Zayn mumbled, but Justin shook his head, pushing him down.
"You get comfortable," Justin started. "I'm sure I can go find the towels."
Before Zayn could protest, Justin was already off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. Zayn sighed and fell against the pillows, still recovering from the blissful state he was just in. He didn't know if he could last long on not giving himself fully to Justin. If it was going to be like this all the time, what was stopping him? But then again, Zayn knew it was the lust speaking.
Zayn heard the bathroom door closed, and he looked up to see Justin was walking towards him with towels. Justin smirked at him and wiped his cum off the comforters before throwing the towel down on the floor. Zayn huffed in annoyance but decided not to say anything. Justin crawled on the bed, and before Zayn could even say anything, his mouth was being covered by Justin. The kiss wasn't as long as usual, but it got the message across. Zayn tasted himself against Justin's tongue, and when the man pulled back, he was smiling at him.
"That was my first time cumming without being touched," Justin admitted. Zayn eyes widened in shock and Justin nodded at Zayn's questioning look. "Is it okay if I stay the night? It's getting pretty late, and I don't have enough energy to drive. Maisie is at her mother house this week."
Zayn nodded his head, then lifted up so he could get under the sheets. Soon after he was under them, Justin joined him. As soon as Jusitn was under the sheets, he pulled Zayn close to him, wrapping his arms around Zayn's naked waist.
"You should go turn off the music," Justin murmured, but Zayn shook his head.
"I'll do it later, let's just relax right now," he mutters. Justin nodded in agreement.
And that's what they did, relax. Justin and Zayn laid in a comfortable silence, their thoughts only consisting of each other. Both of them were falling hard for each other, and they couldn't ignore that. The feelings they got when they were getting around each other was unexplainable. All they knew was that they wanted to be around each other all the time.
Soon, Zayn heard the soft snores, and he looked to see that Justin was fast asleep. He smiled before pecking the man lips. He untangled the man arms from around him and got up. He left the room to turn off the music, turn off the lights, and grab his phone.
When he came back to the room, he plugged his phone into the charger and got back under the sheets. As soon as he did that Justin pulled him into his chest, squeezing Zayn before loosening his grip. Zayn sighed and closed his eyes.
Unlike last time, he didn't regret what he just did. He was perfectly fine with it. Justin made him happy, and he wasn't going to allow himself to regret anything that he did with the man. With this thought in mind, Zayn fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming about the chocolate eyes beside him.
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Been reading too much smut lately lmao
Writing smut is so much harder than people thinks. You have to go into details about what they do and risk yourself becoming horny, which 99.9% of the time happens. Fml.
I've been prewriting chapters so that's why it took me so long to get this out. i want to finish this book sometime this month or early next month.
question: cats or dogs?
until next timee.