ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

smoke between my fingers

Author: snuffleslove

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/504296#main

Summary:

in which liam is horny and danielle isn't putting out
(featuring a very piny zayn malik)

The first night it happened Liam was drunk. He came back around 11pm when Zayn was curled up in bed reading to the faint glow of light on his night stand, stubbing his toe on the dresser and cursing softly. Liam didn't drink very often, but when he went out with Danielle and her many very girly friends, he seemed to need the liquid courage.

Harry and Louis might have taken the piss but Zayn just smiled at him bemusedly before returning to his reading. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Liam stripped and then stumbled into the bathroom, heard the toilet flush and the water run before the door opened again. As Liam passed him, Zayn handed him a glass of water, not even bothering to look up from his book this time. Liam murmured his thanks and then killed it one go, before collapsing on his bed.

"Fuck, Zayn, she's killing me," he moaned, lying on his back hands in his hair. Zayn chuckled and turned a page. This too, wasn't new. The problem was that well, Danielle was beautiful and funny and sweet but she wasn't, putting out, so to speak. Zayn didn't blame her, to be honest. Their relationship, though strong and loving on the outside, was precarious at best, especially with Liam hardly ever in the UK and girls throwing themselves at him at every corner. Zayn assumed that the longer she held out, the less of a chance she had at making herself into a hit it and quit it kind of girl. Or something. Whatever the case was, the sexual frustration was killing Liam.

"Mate," Li said, turning to him. "What do I do?" Zayn looked up at him, chewing his bottom lip and debating what to say. His previous retorts of "You're an idiot" and "Find someone willing?" hadn't seemed to go over too well.

"Have one off then," he said finally, smirking slightly and returning to his book. Bad idea though, because he either really underestimated how drunk his friend was or Liam was fucking desperate.

"You don't mind?" Liam asked, his face relaxing slightly. Zayn opened his mouth to tell him Not here! but Liam was already splitting his pants and pulling out his cock.

This was new.

Zayn stared at him. Liam was already half hard and as his hand gripped his cock he let out a low hiss of relief. He pumped himself slowly with a firm grip, head thrown back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Zayn's eyes trailed down his chest to where he moved in and out of his hand. He was teasing himself, Zayn realized. Taking his time, movement smooth, enjoying the build.

It wasn't until Liam moaned, and Zayn's own cock twitched that he noticed he was hard. Fuck. He wiped his hands on the sheets and tried to go back to his book but Liam was making these noises now, whimpers and moans and please and oh fuck Zayn couldn't help but watch through his lashes as Liam came, back arching, face screwed up.

He was beautiful.

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The second time it happened, Zayn wondered what it would be like to feel Liam's firm grip on his cock.

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The third time it happened, he wondered what Liam would feel like in his mouth.

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The fourth time it happened, Paul knocked on their door. It was a little after midnight and Liam had just gotten started, when they heard the knocking. Liam let out a drunken giggle and pulled the covers around him.