ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Prompt: Liam/Zayn, rimming

Author: blueandbrady

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/436361?view_adult=true

Summary:

Oanja (on LJ) asked me for Liam/Zayn, one of the boys finding out the other's sexual fantasy and then making it happen, but she didn't specify. I just wanted some Liam/Zayn rimming. I feel this is an acceptable compromise. I hope.

"Strawberries and chocolate syrup, oh, yeah," Niall says as he reaches for his beer. "I will also accept whipped cream."

Zayn snorts. "Absolutely no one here is surprised."

"I'm surprised," Harry says and then laughs into his red, plastic cup.

"You are not. You're just being contrary because you're drunk." Louis is sitting beside him and tugs Harry back down to the floor with the rest of them.

"I'm not drunk!" Harry says but then Louis flicks him in the forehead. "Okay, okay, I'm a little drunk."

"Yes, you are. Now answer. What's your deepest sexual fantasy?" Zayn says, stretching a foot out across the circle they've created on the hotel room floor to kick Harry's.

When Harry smirks into his cup and glances at Louis, Liam groans. "Unfulfilled. I don't want to know what you've done with anyone in this room."

"Fine," Harry says, forehead creasing. He taps his lips with the pads of two fingers, making little hmming noises. "Oh! Orgy! But like, with me in the center of it, just being passed around."

Everyone is silent for a moment before Niall clears his throat. "I think the word you're looking for is gangbang, not orgy."

Harry shakes his head quickly, getting a little dizzy that he has to close his eyes for a second. "Don't like that word. It'd be consensual and. I don't know. Not dirty."

"Not asking for much," Niall mumbles and Harry throws an empty Doritos bag at him.

"I want to be tied up," Louis says, volunteering to go next. "Or just held down. I don't want to be able to move."

"Can this extend to outside of the bedroom as well?" Liam laughs but gets an elbow to the stomach for it. He continues to laugh through it, though, forehead pressing on Zayn's shoulder. "What? It'd come in handy, keep some rope lying around."

"Funny. What's yours then?" asks Louis.

"Uh." Liam hesitates, cheeks pinking up. Zayn watches him with interested eyes and pushes Liam off of him when he tries to bury his face in Zayn's chest. "I need another drink for this."

"Out with it," Niall says and Harry mumbles the same. "Or we'll just have to ask Zayn."

"I don't even know either," Zayn says, "but I wouldn't tell even if I did." He turns to Liam, who is taking a sip of Zayn's beer. "How do I not know whatever this is?"

"Because it's gross," Liam says firmly and takes another drink. "I pass."

"You can't pass!" Louis scoffs.

Liam groans and covers his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," says Harry.

Liam uncovers his face and grits out, "Rimming. I said rimming."

"That's not gross," Louis says almost immediately.

"It's awesome!" Harry agrees. "Both ways. Wait, what do you want more, to rim or be rimmed?"

"Oh, God." Liam covers his face again. "No, I don't have to answer that. That wasn't part of it."