electric youth - ziam au

t w e n t y o n e

"" IM GAY, ITS PRETTY UNFORTUNATE. ISNT IT ELEANOR? ""

AHHH IM SO HAPPY

(unedited and shitty....): )

"Can I kiss you?" Liam whispered, surprising Zayn. He had recovered, and Zayn had placed him on his couch before going to make him some tea. Well, scratch the tea, he didn't get that far.

"Please," Zayn's breath hitched, and Liam stood up in a fast, swift movement, grabbing his face.

He stopped for a second, smiling at his beauty. Zayn had gotten so beautiful, and He could say the same about Liam.

"Just fucking kiss me already, Liam," Zayn whispered, straining. Liam obliged, kissing him so hard, craving his love.

Zayn grabbed Liam's waist, and he felt something wonderful. Something he'd missed out on for way to long, and he needed more of. More than kissing, more than this.

So Zayn felt around, trying to lead Liam into the bedroom with his lips still attached, like in those awful movies, but it wasn't all that possible. Damn movie magic.

"Liam," he whispered at a breathing point, and when Liam opened his eyes, he motioned to the bedroom.

Liams eyes widened, and Zayn remembered how the boy had probably never done anything like it. He hadn't even been pleasured in any way for what has to be five years now.

Zayn almost recoiled, going to say that they could just go on the couch and kiss the night through, because he wouldn't ever push Liam, but with Liams hand grabbed his own, yanking him from his stance and toward the bedroom, Zayn followed, smirking happily.

"God, I've missed you, Liam," lost in kisses, "I love you," shirts being pulled off, blankets ruffled.

"I've missed you more than anything, Zayn," kisses down each other's bodies, "I love you," all clothes, shed.

Night full of sweat, pleasure, passion, and love.

Zayn woke up first, his eyes blurring as he took in the beautiful sight before him. It felt like such a dream, and he was afraid he'd wake up. He had just had the best night of his life, too good to be true.

He ran a hand through Liams's hair, breathing in softly and smiling. "Liam, hey." He whispered, hoping to wake him in the most polite way. Liam groaned, turning to cuddle into Zayns chest. Zayn was shocked, but it felt so good, dammit. He's missed it. "Liam, I'm so afraid I'm dreaming. We have to do something so I won't regret it if I wake up," he sighed, rubbing Liam's head softly.

"You're not dreaming, Zee. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. Now hush, please. I haven't slept much recently." Liam tucked his arms and head into Zayns chest, still half asleep.

About an hour later, Zayn was more awake than he wanted to be, and decided it was time for that tea.

He slid out of bed, pulling on his boxers (that were thrown halfway across the room, by the way), and made his way to the kitchen.

He had a box of Liam's favorite tea stocked already, tucked behind the fridge, hidden from Harry. He was so ready for his return, and he was right about it happening.

When Liam woke up, his heart pounded as he looked around the room. He was in an unfamiliar bedroom, alone. Of course he didn't get much of a look at the room in the slight dark with Zayn, provided only a small bedside lamp, but Zayn wasn't there. Did it all really happen?

And then Liam began to scream. He was in a place his parents would surely have taken him to, and that made him think within the same lines that Zayn had.