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Zayn: but do u think i should apologize ??
Perrie: y?
Zayn: for smackin his arse ??
Perrie: don’t u do that all the time? male bonding or whatever
Perrie: is he mad at u?
Zayn looks up from his laptop, his headphones over his ears, curled up on a sofa on the tour bus as they speed through fuck-knows-where. Louis is currently sat on Liam’s head while Liam tries to play FIFA on the other sofa. Louis’ cackling open-mouthed, and when he sees Zayn looking at him he makes a rude gesture, wriggles his hips down onto Liam’s face.
Zayn half-smiles, looking back down at the screen.
Zayn: dunno
Perrie: is he talkin 2 u? how can u not tell. god BOYS
Zayn: hes on the other bus
Perrie: babe u texted me a photo of him and liam like 10 min ago
Oh. Zayn forgot about that.
Zayn: we switched at a petrol station
Zayn: ok fine he’s here but ive got headphones in so we havent talked
Perrie: just talk 2 him. say ‘is it ok that i smacked u?’
Perrie: use ur words zaynie
Zayn: im scared hes plotting revenge
Zayn: what if he makes me piss in my sleep
Perrie: hahahahahahhahahahahahh that would be amazing
Zayn: ???
Perrie: soz babe
Perrie: but if he does that he better send me proof
Zayn: ure the worst
Perrie: looove you. x
Perrie: anyway
Perrie: did u hit him really hard?
Perrie: i litrally cant believe were still talkin about this haha i mean is his bum permanently damaged or what
Zayn: kinda hard
Zayn: his arse like
Zayn: jiggled
Right after he hits Enter he cringes, looks away from his screen, immediately regretting it. Louis is now choking Liam with his thighs. He waves cheerily at Zayn.
Perrie: jiggled?????
Perrie: babe.
Perrie: do you want to apologize, or do u want to do it again?
Zayn’s face flushes. Rude.
Zayn: don’t be a twat
Perrie: u kno i take that as a compliment twats r great you happen to be a big fan of them urself ;) ;)
Perrie: but really babe
Perrie: did it turn u on?
Zayn’s eyes go wide, and he nearly slams his laptop shut, feeling suddenly guilty. At least, that’s probably what that burning feeling in his stomach is. He hopes so.
He swallows hard.
Zayn: no!!!!!!!!!
Perrie: sure? the boy has a lovely bum
Perrie: and he sure as fuck needs a smack every now & then
Perrie: hahahahahah
Zayn’s staring so intently at the screen that he barely notices when Louis sneaks up beside him, yanks one big earphone off and screams into his ear.
"Fuck!" Zayn yells, shoving him off and his laptop shut at the same time.
Louis grins, wrapping his arms around Zayn’s head and licking his ear. Disgusting, he is. Zayn squirms away.
"What are you doing?" Louis says. "You watching porn?"
"No, dickhead, I was talking to Perrie," Zayn says, gruff, and Louis sits down next to him on the sofa, wriggling a little to get closer.
"Lemme say hi to the missus," Louis says, nuzzling into Zayn’s shoulder. Across the room, Liam’s deeply engaged in his game, his face still red from Louis’ attacks.
"No," Zayn says firmly. He’d rather jump out the bus window than open his laptop right now and let Louis see what they were talking about.
"Come onnnn," Louis says. "What, are you having cybersex? Unghhh. Perrie. I fancy your tits. Send a pic." The last bit’s done in a truly terrible Yorkshire accent, and Zayn shoves him away, laughing despite himself.
"Gerroff, perv," he says, tickling Louis’ hip, and Louis squeaks and kicks out.
"Fine, but this isn’t a surrender,” he says, smacking at the flat of Zayn’s stomach over his shirt. “Just so you know.”
"Alright," Zayn says, nodding, sardonic. "You tell yourself that, babes."
Louis flips him off and goes back to harassing Liam.
Zayn breathes out shakily and cautiously opens the laptop again.
Zayn: sorry he just jumped on me, had to close the comp
Perrie: so he’s not mad??
Zayn: guess not
Perrie: u can still give him a smack ;)
Perrie: if u want to.
Zayn: ????
Perrie: you always write ??? but u always know exactly what i mean
Perrie: u know the tour rules bebz
Perrie: have u ever thought about it?
Zayn: stop
Perrie: you’re the one who started on about his jiggly arse
Perrie: was it reaaaally jiggly??
Perrie: send me a photo of his bum right now
Zayn: no
Perrie: do it or we’re breaking the engagement
Zayn: u know that stops being believable when u use it every 2 min
Perrie: fine, do it or i’ll release those photos i took of u with knickers on
Zayn: those are on MY phone. also u would never
Perrie: ugh i have to do everything around here
Zayn: ???
Zayn: actually
Zayn: babe
Zayn: where r u
He rolls his eyes, flops his head back against the sofa, kicking at Liam’s leg as Liam walks past him into his bunk, says, “Goin’ to bed.”
He’s half considering calling Perrie to see where the fuck she’s gone when Louis says from the other sofa, empty now, “Oh, Zaynie?”
"Yeah?" Zayn mutters.
"Why does Perrie want a photo of my bum?"
Louis’ holding his phone and staring at Zayn with his eyebrows raised evilly.
Oh. Fuck.
"What?" Zayn says, too high. He carefully pitches his voice lower. "That’s weird."
"Is it?" Louis says, slowly. "Coz she says you two have been discussing my arse. Can’t blame you, really, I know it’s a work of art."
"She’s lying," Zayn says automatically. "Compulsive liar. Er."
"Well, I’ve got to give the people what they want," Louis says loftily, and then - "do you mind?"
He hands Zayn his phone. Zayn looks down at it.
Perrie Edwards: hi babe send me a pic of ur bum
Louis: excuuuse me miss edwards-malik?
Perrie Edwards: zayn and i are having a talk about it on gchat. cmon then lets see the goods
Zayn really hates his fiance, sometimes.
"Zayn," Louis says impatiently, and when Zayn looks up against he nearly chokes on his tongue.
Louis’ stripped down to his pants and his hoodie, and he’s faced away from Zayn, looking over his shoulder. He’s definitely sticking his arse out. There’s no way it’s just that - prominent, otherwise.
"Take a photo," he says. "Don’t keep the lady waiting."
Zayn raises the phone, dazedly.
Louis’ arse is like - Zayn hasn’t even got the words to describe it.
Full, comes to mind. Bloody gorgeous. Fuckable, maybe, but that one’s dirty. Zayn shakes his head rapidly, like he’s trying to get a fly off him.
"Any year now," Louis sighs, sounding bored.
"Shush, or I’ll give it a smack," Zayn says, snapping a photo.
"You’d like that, wouldn’t you," Louis says, twisting around once he’s satisfied Zayn’s done.
He sinks down into Zayn’s lap on the sofa, grabbing the phone from him and inspecting the picture, and Zayn chokes out a breath.
"Lou," he says, shortly. "Get off me."
Louis ignores him, getting himself settled, and that bum, rubbing down against Zayn’s thighs in just thin little cotton pants, well, it’s -
Zayn takes a deep breath. And then another. And then he thinks about his granny and then about the time he had to stick his finger up Hatchi’s gross little dog bumhole to get her to take a poo.
But that just starts him thinking about bums again. He clenches every muscle in his body, tries to will his dick down.
"Louis, get off, you’re heavy," he says, trying to sound calm, and yelps when Louis pinches his side.
"Rude," he says, tapping on his phone. "I’m light as a feather. There, all sent. You’re welcome, flatarse. Contributing to your fiance’s spank bank-"
"Louis," Zayn snaps, and Louis turns to him, carefully takes one of Zayn’s hands and puts it on his thigh.
Zayn squeezes, automatically, because like, it’s under his hand. It’s right there, what’s he supposed to do? Louis’ leg is thick and muscular and solid under his palm.
"What’re you doing," he says through gritted teeth, when Louis rocks a little in his lap.
"Pez said something else," Louis says, looking a little thoughtful, waving his phone at Zayn. "That we could try this out, if you wanted. That it was alright, and everything."
“Lou,” Zayn says, and if it sounds like begging, it’s only because he’s hard, achingly so, and the way Louis keeps shifting around is only increasing the hot, insistent pressure.
"Yeah?" Louis says softly.
"Don’t play games," Zayn says, low, and Louis leans back into him, head tipped over Zayn’s shoulder and throat exposed, and says, "M’not."
A blatant lie, obviously. Louis Tomlinson is always playing games.
But he kisses Zayn, then, and Zayn’s eyes fall shut.
Louis tastes like Corona and the pizza they split earlier, barbecue chicken, and it shouldn’t be sexy but Louis is all over him, draped over his body, and it’s - it is. It really is.
Zayn slips his palm up from Louis’ thigh to his belly, digs his fingers into the curve of flesh, and Louis huffs out a groan against his mouth.
Louis is so soft, is the thing, warm and soft all over. He’s got curves like Perrie’s got, in the dip of his waist and the swell of his arse.
But then Louis moans into his mouth, turns towards him and straddles Zayn’s thighs, and Zayn can’t pretend it’s Perrie anymore. Louis’ a solid weight on his lap, his strong thighs locked around Zayn’s narrower ones, and his stubble rasps against Zayn’s when he mouths down Zayn’s neck.
"Touch it," Louis says, hoarse, his voice doing that little crack he always gets when he’s worked-up, excited.
"Wot?" Zayn mumbles thickly, his hands on Louis’ waist, distracted by the feel of Louis’ mouth on his pulsepoint.
Louis huffs out an impatient sigh and takes Zayn’s hands, moves them around to his arse, and oh.
"Shit," Zayn breathes. Louis laughs low.
"I’ve got to do everything around here," he says, as Zayn works his hands over the soft flesh, his eyes fluttering closed at the sheer feel of it in his hands.
"Gngh," Zayn contributes. "Your arse."
Louis grins at him, like, I know. Ducks down for another kiss, and then his hands slip between their bodies and slowly, carefully pull down the waistband of Zayn’s trackies until Zayn’s cock slaps up against his stomach, hard. Zayn gives a full-body shiver at the air on his prick, and Louis slips his small palm around the shaft, gives it a tug.
"Bit different than mine, innit?" he says, like he’s just curious, like they’re just mates comparing cocks. Like Louis isn’t sat in his lap with Zayn’s hands groping all over his bum.
"Louis, fuck," Zayn says, and Louis kisses him again.
"Let’s get you off, love," he says, softly. "Perrie wouldn’t like it if I didn’t take proper care of you, eh?"
And that shouldn’t be hot but it is, the idea of both of them, maybe - after tour, Perrie and Louis, the two most complicated, tricky, clever people Zayn’s ever known. The two people he loves most, working Zayn over, taking care of him-
"Fu-uck," he gasps, cock blurting precome onto Louis’ hand, and Louis uses it as slick, slides his hand down the hard line of Zayn’s cock and starts to wank him properly.
"Uh uh," he says, when Zayn gropes blindly for Louis’ prick, wanting to reciprocate. "Hands on the arse, Malik. Stay there till you finish."
As threats go, it’s not much of one- Zayn slides his hands back gratefully. But it’s still intoxicating, Louis rolling back into his hands and ordering him around, heavy atop him and jerking Zayn off so rough and tight Zayn feels like he’ll come out of his skin.
"Fuck," he gasps, when he’s close, when he can feel it rising hot, his stomach taut. "Babe, babe, I’m gonna come, fuck-"
"C’mon then, love, let’s go," Louis says, his voice raspy, weak, and the words are normal - Louis says it every bloody morning when he wakes Zayn up forcibly and tugs him out of bed, but - but it’s different, hot, better, with Louis quickly jerking him, breathing out hot and ragged onto his skin.
Zayn’s squeezing his arse so hard Louis’ll probably have bruises, he thinks dazedly, and the idea of it, of Louis shifting in his seat tomorrow during interviews, giving a little wince and shudder if someone slaps his arse on stage, is enough to send Zayn over the edge.
He makes an embarrassing sound as he comes, spurts all over Louis’ hands, his hips twitching up helplessly.
"That’s good, love," Louis murmurs, working him through it, shivery and tense on top of Zayn, and Zayn can’t help but grope at Louis’ bum a bit more, slowly, letting his head flop back against the sofa.
"Fuck," he says, spent. "Fuckin’ hell, babe."
"Yeah?" Louis asks, voice cracking again. He’s starting to roll his hips up against Zayn, press himself closer, warm. Zayn feels sweat trickle down the back of his neck. "S’that good?"
"So good," Zayn says, and Louis grunts in his throat, and Zayn realizes that Louis’ still got his pants on. His cock is painful-looking, tented out against the fabric, a spot of wet on the front.
"Aww, babes," Zayn says, running his palm from Louis’ arse up the smooth line of his back under his hoodie. Louis shivers at the touch on bare skin. "Need to come, don’tcha?"
Louis kisses him wetly, soft tongue and slippery mouth, and Zayn gives a worn-out shudder at the wet sound of Louis jerking himself off between their bodies. He can feel the steady up-down motion of Louis’ hand, against Zayn’s belly.
"Babe," he says, recovered now, and wanting suddenly to return the favor. If he lets Louis get himself off, Louis’ll never let him hear the end of it. He’ll probably tell Perrie, and they’ll compare sex stories, and Zayn’ll have to throw himself out the bus window after all.
"Shut it, I’m close," Louis gasps, eyelashes fluttering, and Zayn calmly takes Louis’ wrist- delicate thing it is, and Zayn’s no bodybuilder himself - and pulls his hand away from his cock.
"Zayn," Louis grits out, rocking his hips up against Zayn’s stomach. "Let me wank."
"S’my job, isn’t it," Zayn says, grinning, and he pins Louis’ hand down to the sofa with his left hand and starts to jerk him off with the other.
Louis goes pliant right away, grinds down into him and thrusts his hips up and starts panting.
"Harder," he says, after a minute, voice shaking, and then - "oh, fuck, Zayn, please, please-“
Zayn gives him a last long rough tug and Louis spills over into his palm, choking out a last please and then collapsing into Zayn’s shoulders as he rides it out on Zayn’s hand, hips rolling.
Zayn murmurs through it, kisses the top of Louis’ head and his ear and his neck and all the bits Zayn can reach.
Louis lifts his head eventually, licking his lips, narrow eyes at half-mast. He looks fucked-out, and Zayn has to kiss him, just a bit. Kissing Louis will never get old, though it’s been years since the first time.
They’ve never kissed like this, anyway. Not after they’ve gotten each other off. They’ve had sleepy kisses, stoned kisses, long slow snogs that ended in them drifting off in bed together, but nothing - post-coital.
Is it really coitus if you get off on a bus sofa with your best mate?, Zayn wonders, and then Louis’ licking inside his mouth with his soft wet tongue and Zayn stops thinking.
When Louis pulls back he tugs his pants up over his arse, grins down at Zayn, still sat in his lap.
"That was nice," he says, standing up, and Zayn huffs out a breath as the blood starts flowing to his thighs again. He pounds against one with a fist, his cock still out, soft against his thigh.
"Yeah," he says, stupidly, after too long a pause, letting his eyes close and his thighs splay apart, but he jerks awake when he hears the telltale snap of an Iphone camera.
"The fuck’re you doing?" he says, wildly, and Louis smiles above him, phone in one hand.
"Making sure Perrie knows you’re being taken care of," he says, with a smug little smile.
Zayn should be angry. But it’s - it makes him feel almost proud, lazily fucked-out and satisfied. Perrie’ll like it, anyway. She’s a bit kinkier than Zayn.
Zayn’s learning, though. Between Perrie and Louis, he’s learning a lot.
"You’re mental," he says with a shake of his head, to keep up appearances, and Louis tucks his phone into his hoodie pocket and gives Zayn a small soft smile, one of those private ones Zayn collects and hoards like gold.
"Night, love," he says, leaning forward and down, giving Zayn a last kiss. "I’ve sent you the pictures as well, in case you want a wank later."
"Such a fucking twat," Zayn laughs against his mouth, and Louis ruffles his hair, goes into his bunk, still in just his hoodie and pants.
Zayn watches him leave - he thinks he’s entitled, at this point- and then flops back into the sofa, picks up his phone.
Perrie’s texted him six times.
Perrie: ha ha ha it is a nice bum
Perrie: gave him the go-ahead by the way.
Perrie: mwa ah aha ha [devil emoji]
Perrie: oh fuck BABE that’s a NICE BLOODY PHOTO LOOKA T YOU
Perrie: godddddd
Perrie: just came n abt a minute flat fuck i love you so much xxxxxx
Zayn texts back i love you back xxxx and tosses his phone away, grinning.