ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Such a Sweet Surprise

Author: radicool

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2449532

Summary:

It was common knowledge that Liam liked—more like loved wearing Zayn's shirts around the house, despite the fact that he has plenty of his own. Each time it drove Zayn crazy not only because Liam looked good in them, but also because the idea of Liam wearing his shirts gave him a sense of possessiveness—Liam was his and no one else's.

Work Text:

When twenty-four year old Zayn Malik comes home from a stressful day teaching at school, the first thing he registers is the sound of music blasting from inside the apartment. Zayn runs a hand through his hair and internally groans, because honestly that's the last thing he needs when he comes home with intentions to relax. He's already dreading to tell Liam to shut that garbage off before he gets a brain aneurysm, because he can't bear seeing those wide eyes looking sadly at him. But Zayn is tired, and he feels that he damn well deserves a peaceful evening, especially after having to deal with obnoxious teenagers that don't give two shits about Foucault or Thoreau.

So he pulls his keys from his pocket and promptly unlocks the door to their flat. He enters, only to be met with a special sight.

Liam with his back to him, was swaying his hips to some Britney Spears song, while clutching a broomstick in his hands and softly singing along to the lyrics. But that not what captures Zayn's attention. What fully captures Zayn's attention is the fact that he's doing it while wearing nothing but one of Zayn's shirts. It was his old "Cool Kids Don't Dance" shirt (Zayn almost laughs at the irony) that was worn out from the amount of times he used to wear it. But the cotton is soft, and it looks too big and loose on his nineteen-year-old boyfriend. The shirt reaches mid thigh and Zayn doesn't even know if Liam's wearing anything on underneath. The very thought makes his dick twitch in interest in his tight suit pants.

It was common knowledge that Liam liked—more like loved wearing Zayn's shirts around the house, despite the fact that he has plenty of his own. Each time it drove Zayn crazy not only because Liam looked good in them, but also because the idea of Liam wearing his shirts gave him a sense of possessiveness—Liam was his and no one else's.

Knowing that concealed underneath that shirt is a beautiful lean body—all softness and delicacy is what turned Zayn on more that he had ever felt in his life. He wants nothing more than to rip that too big shirt off his boyfriend and ravish his body right then and there.

Liam apparently is so invested in his dancing that he still isn't aware that Zayn is home. Even when Zayn locks the door, Liam doesn't register the little click it makes. He just goes on to stand on his tippy-toes as he arranges something on a high shelf. The action makes the hem of his shirt ride up his slender thighs to reveal that in fact he is wearing nothing underneath. Zayn simply gapes, feeling like his pants are going to explode from how heavily restricted his hard on is, and he has to bite back a moan because it was honestly the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

Zayn guesses he won't be having that relaxing evening after all, which is fine because he could also do with fucking his boyfriend till he can't walk straight the next day. With that in mind, he marches over to the stereo and shuts the annoying music off, which makes Liam whip around to face him in confusion.

The effect is almost humorous as Liam immediately freezes, the broomstick dropping from his hands and clattering onto the wooden floor. Zayn does not miss the blush crawling up his cheeks, as he stands there mortified, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Shit! Zayn—w-what are you doing here, I thought you weren't coming back until later!"