The Beautiful Escape [ZARRY]

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The kiss made them stagger backwards into the makeshift table. A small bottle of tablets fell onto the dusty floor; Zayn automatically tried to avoid stepping onto the contents.

"Your painkillers..." Fortunately, the bottle of whiskey set beside it on the table hadn't fallen.

The arm around Zayn's waist didn't slacken.

"To hell with them," Harry slurred.

"Good God!" Zayn gasped. "You've mixed tablets with booze, haven't you?" he accused hoarsely. "That explains it."

"Explains what?" Harry didn't sound terribly interested in the reply.

"This!" Zayn indicted shakily, stabbing a finger at his chest and discovering in the process at some point during the kiss Harry had managed to remove his sweater.

If undressing people ever became an Olympic event Harry would win gold with one hand tied behind his back- quite literally, Zayn thought, his eyes sliding to his immobilised arm.

Flushing deeply, Zayn gathered his tank top in one fist, then sliding it down, trying to cover up,  which didn't so much conceal what was going on underneath the thin fabric as it drew Harry's hot-eyed attention to it.

"I've no idea what you're talking about, but hell, you taste good." Harry pushed aside a few strands of the silky hair from Zayn's nape to press an open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point on his neck.

Zayn's head fell back and he groaned, the sensual shock of Harry's touch juddering through his responsive body. 

"You don't understand." Zayn valiantly struggled past the passion barrier to make Harry listen.

"Harry, I think it's probable you're having a reaction to your medication." Depressing as it was, it did perfectly explain away the inexplainable- a man like him being so deeply in lust with a guy- that too, an average guy- like himself.

"So this is what it is." Harry firmly unglued Zayn's fingers and peered down the open neckline; what he saw seemed to afford him considerable pleasure.

Zayn got even hotter. "I don't think you're taking this seriously."

"Believe me," Harry grated hoarsely, "I'm taking this very seriously."

"You don't want me," Zayn whimpered.

Harry's jaw tightened. "Is that a fact...?" He slid the tank top up to reveal Zayn's toned abs glistening in the cold sweat. With a muffled groan, Harry pressed his lips to each of the abs he'd revealed. 'Absolutely incredible..."

"Sweet... sweet... mercy..." Zayn tried to regroup but it was a difficult battle. Harry's tongue had begun to travel very slowly over his chest, aiming for his man breasts. Did it really matter he wasn't in full possession of his senses...? "Listen!" Fingers in Harry's hair, Zayn pulled his head back. 

"What the hell's wrong now?" There was a light sheen of sweat covering Harry's lean features, the dampness extending down the glistening column of his throat. His hot eyes kept sliding from Zayn's face in the general direction of his chest. 

"It's the medication. I think you've had some sort of reaction to it. You can't take alcohol with some sorts of analgesia. That's why you're acting like this." Miserably Zayn brushed a strand of hair from his damn forehead and found he couldn't look Harry in the eyes- it was too humiliating... His body was literally throbbing with arousal, aching for Harry's touch.

"You can't think if any other reason...?" The blood in Zayn's temples roared as Harry's eyes slid in hot, sensual appraisal over his body. "A reason like I'm sexually attracted to you." Zayn audibly caught his breath. "A reason like I've been lying here alone all night, wondering what would be like to have you beside me, warm and soft, to be inside you. Then you're here..." Harry's throat muscles worked. "And you want to stay." He smiled with grim satisfaction when he didn't respond to the challenge. 

Zayn couldn't speak; the sound Harry's low masculine voice saying things no one had ever said to him was like a fist tightening inside his belly. He felt lightheaded and dizzy and his blood seemed to hum hotly; the ache between his thighs was so intense he could hardly stand up, and, his breathing shallow and fast, he stared breathlessly up at Harry. 

"But the-"

"Paracetamol. You can buy it anywhere over the counter." Harry's sensual lips curled contemptuously as Zayn's eyes widened. "The doc wanted to give me something stronger but I've never been keen on having my senses dulled."

"Then this is..."

Harry nodded. "The real thing. Unless you're going to tell me you're taking hallucinogenic drugs?"

The dazed look still in his eyes, Zayn shook his head vigorously.

"Does this feel real enough for you?" Harry asked, pressing his hard body against Zayn.

Zayn could feel him, thick and hard, pressing into his own hardness. "It... you feel incredible," Zayn whispered.

"Take off my shirt, Zayn?"

"Because of your shoulder?"

"Because I want you to."

That seemed a good enough reason to Zayn.