Change Your Ticket

You know the vibes, babe

Zayn's POV

"You gotta tell me, though", Harry insists to know, rolling on top of me and pinning my hands onto the bed.

"Babe", I laugh, in all honesty I am amused with his behavior and also kind of turned on by the fact that he is lying on top of me and pinning me down. I do prefer to be in charge, but if he wants to play, then he'll gets to play.

"Don't you babe me", he pouts, his pink lips are so close up to my face, moving, but I need a bit longer to register the words, since I am too focused on their plumpness and their kissability. Does that word even exist? I don't think so, but I also don't really care. His lips do look kissable, so sweet and full and tempting.

"Zee", Harry huffs, while he uses on of his hands to tilt my head a bit up, making our eyes lock.

"Yeah, love, my full attention is on you", I speak with a squinty smile, while I carefully start sneaking my hand closer to his abdomen. Before I manage to slip my hand below his shirt, he puts his hand on mine and with a little force drags it away.

"Are you being serious, Zee? You can't tell me why you know all the lyrics to High School Musical? Just admit that you like it, otherwise...", his voice gets deeper at that point, a smug smile plastered on his face, when he continues speaking, his finger is pointed at himself "otherwise you won't be getting any of this."

"Is that so?", I nonchalantly retort, although my eyes are probably already hinting at the mischievous idea in my head.

"Exactly", Harry strongly confirms.

"Wouldn't that be more of a punishment for you?", I retaliate smugly and suddenly Harry finds himself pinned down by me, since I quickly flip us around, which in all honesty I could have done in the beginning, I just wanted to observe what he was going to do.

"I...", Harry almost whines then, "ughh, you are so unfair."

"Am I now?", I whisper seductively close to his earlobe. I can hear Harry taking in short breaths, signalizing that I am bothering him in the best possible way.

"I just think...", I continue speaking, while releasing one of his hands in order to put one of mine on his still clothed abdomen, "that it really would be a shame...", I now sneak my fingers under his shirt, my cold hand touching his hot skin, then tracing them lower and lower until they are almost touching his semi-erection, "if I wasn't allowed to touch you anymore", with that I put my hand on his clothed shaft and give it a few unsatisfying strokes, "wouldn't it, Curly?"

"Fuck, Zayn", Harry moans out feeling displeased and very pleased at the same time. I let go of his shaft all at once, instead going back to properly hover above him, I cup his cheek in my hand and lean in until there is only a tiny gap between his and my lips. Our breathing is equally uneven, filling the room with sound and underlining the sexual tension in the air.

"You know I have three sisters, right?", I mumble huskily against his mouth, still not actually touching it, "one of them must have made me watch all three movies", I then clarify, "and I don't really like them, I just learned to endure them with a bit more joy."

"Then why do you know all the lyrics", Harry coyly gets out.

"Because they were constantly listening to them on speaker and it's hard to forget such easy lyrics", I retort.

"For some reason, I find your explanation rather untrustworthy", Harry states, then he stares back into my eyes again, making me loose myself for a moment. Then he closes his eyes, leaning in even closer, but before our mouths can collide, I back away.