Games That We Play

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That amazayn edit in the media is made by liampaynethebaby

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Liam could feel eyes on him, but he tried to keep from paying attention to them. He knew who's eyes they were. He knew what they were watching him for. He put his hand on the bar, his eyes looking over the other mans face.

He wasn't as handsome as he was. He didn't have the same aura of power, either. He had pale blue eyes as opposed to his bright goldish hazel eyes. His skin was paler, his hair lighter.

He was merely okay. He knew they'd never go very far. He knew that at some point he'd get tired of watching the spectacle, and he'd come and shoo the man off. But that's the fun in the game, isn't it?

The jealousy and anger, the pure rage on his face—Zayn's face—made a surge of lightning hot arousal shoot straight through his body. "So, where about do you live?" the guy asked rather boldly. Liam looked around, thoughtfully.

"And why should I tell you?" he asked teasingly, taking a sip of the drink the man had bought.

"Because," he got a bit closer, putting a hand on Liam's slim hip, "I can rock your world, baby." Liam wrinkled his nose up in distaste.

"I'm not so sure about that." Liam said, schooling his features to one of interest and playfulness. "I am pretty... hard to handle." Liam explained teasingly, biting the tip of his forefinger.

"I can handle anything." The guy tsked, and Liam scoffed a bit, looking nervous.

"I highly doubt that, I'm quite... different." He teased, and the guy smirked at him teasingly, and he felt the gaze on the back of his head get deeper, he could feel the anger rolling through their bond, feel the jealousy rolling off of him.

Oh yes, so he stepped up his game.

He put a hand on the mans forearm, a smirk going to his pale lips. "I want another drink." Liam said boldly, and the man nodding, waving another drink over. Liam smirked. He took the shot, tipping his head back and taking the entire shot at once.

"Lets dance." He said, and Liam smirked a bit.

"Okay." The word escaped his lips before he could stop it but he didn't know if he would've changed the decision anyway because once it was out, he couldn't go back and he knew he'd get the shagging of a lifetime.

A jealous Zayn was a sexually charged Zayn. One who knew how to take Liam down to nothing but his bones, leaving him exposed and so, so needy.

Liam let the man put his hands on his hips, and they started moving their hips, not sexually, no. Liam would skirt the border of cheating, but never any more than that. Liam was fully dedicated to Zayn.

Heart, soul, body, and mind.

He actually couldn't think of the last time that he'd thought about another man. It'd been a long time, he was sure. There was no doubt about that. He didn't crave any man other than Zayn's touch. He didn't want any other man—need them to the core of his soul like he needed Zayn.

It didn't take long for jealousy to eat Zayn alive, and Liam could feel the gaze on his back heating up, feel the anger radiating out at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" The voice snarled, and Liam turned to see Zayn glowering at the man. "That's my husband you pervert."

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