ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

We Own The Night

Author: CupcakeCait

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4464845

Summary:

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you if you win?" Liam asked, his voice rough. Zayn's eyes fluttered closed, a low moan escaping him as Liam's hands found his hips. "What I'm going to let you do to me?"

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Zayn wins his first Grammy as a solo artist, and Liam just wants to help him celebrate.

Notes:For .

Inspired by from the fabulous . I took one look at the word "bondage" and somehow forgot all about the fluff...whoops.

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Work Text:

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you if you win?" Liam asked, his voice rough. Zayn's eyes fluttered closed, a low moan escaping him as Liam's hands found his hips. "What I'm going to let you do to me?"

Liam's body was pressed against Zayn's back, and Zayn felt like he could feel the heat radiating off of him, from the strong grip of his fingers pulling him closer to the lips hot against his ear. He opened his eyes, looking into the mirror in front of them to remind himself that this was real. That Liam was his.

"And if I don't win?"

"An impossibility," Liam assured him as his right hand slid higher to straighten the crooked black tie around Zayn's neck. "But if the Academy isn't smart enough to recognize perfection when they hear it, then I'll do whatever it takes to put a smile on your face, that I can promise you," he murmured, pushing his hips against Zayn to let him know how excited he was about the night ahead of them, award or no award.

***

"And the Grammy for Best R&B Album goes to...Zayn Malik!"

Zayn felt a chill run through him as his name registered in his ears. His mum gripped his shoulder, pulling him towards her so that she could kiss his cheek before forcing him to his feet. He moved to the stage slowly, his hands shaking as the realization that he'd actually won hit him full force. He'd actually fucking done it. He'd finally put out an album that he was 100% proud of, and to his surprise it had been received with rave reviews.

He stumbled on his way up the stairs, wishing for a desperate moment that he had four boys surrounding him so that he could fade into the background as he always wanted to when he was in unfamiliar territory. But he was on his own this time, the shiny statue thrust towards him and no one else. He thanked his parents and his family and the fans. He thanked his management team and record label and the producers that he'd worked with. He smiled through every word he spoke at the podium, but inside he felt like crying, because he couldn't thank the one person who meant the most to him. The person who'd inspired every lovelorn and sex-fueled song on his album.

He pushed those thoughts aside as best he could, trying to bask in the moment. But in his head he was already at home, with Liam, ready to find out exactly what his boyfriend had in store for him.

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He found out soon enough. As soon as he walked in the door really. He followed a trail of clothes to the bedroom, a discarded belt followed by a shirt followed by his favorite pair of Liam's jeans - the ones that were tight along his legs, hugging his thighs in a way that made Zayn want to drop to his knees.

Their bedroom was dark when he entered, but the lit candles scattered around the room illuminated the bed enough to let him that it was empty. As soon as the door shut behind him he felt Liam press against his back, his breath tickling his neck as he slid Zayn's suit jacket off of his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor by their feet. His hands went to the buttons on Zayn's shirt next, undoing them one by one, his movements painstakingly slow as he leaned closer to whisper in Zayn's ear.