ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

late night caller

Author: musagetes

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/759007

Summary:

Zayn, a phone sex operator, answers a call from Liam, who is trying to figure out his sexuality.

The line flashes, a blinking light indicating a new call, and Zayn clicks over and repeats the same words he's said over a hundred times before.

"Hey, babe, I'm so happy you called me." His voice drips with seduction, all sexy and suggestive.

The line on the other end remains quiet, just heavy breathing sounding into the receiver. Zayn frowns; it's going to be another one of those.

"You there, baby?" he casually prompts, trying to ease the conversation along. Zayn does a lot of talking on the phone and he hates silences.

There's a shuffling heard from the other end, and a moment later in a small, almost cautious voice, says, "Hey..."

Zayn's interest is captured immediately at that, and he amends his earlier thought. Whoever it is he's talking to isn't what Zayn imagines as a fat and freaky creepy son of a bitch, but a confused youth likely trying to figure out their sexuality by calling in to the adult hotline that Zayn works at.

"Hey, babe," Zayn says again, trying for calming, as if to not scare his caller away.

"Liam," the caller says, and Zayn startles.

"I'm sorry?"

"Liam," the caller repeats. "My name's Liam. Please, call me that."

Zayn frowns; there's meant to be a level of anonymity between callers and whoever they connect with, and generally Zayn respects that by using generic terms of endearments to his callers. But Liam is obviously uncomfortable with this whole thing, so Zayn's willing to bend the rules until Liam chickens out and ends the call.

"Alright then, Liam," Zayn says, letting Liam's name roll from his tongue in a flirtful manner. "What do you wanna do?"

"Uhm," Liam says, pausing. "What do you guys normally do?"

"Whatever you want us to, babe," Zayn replies easily, a frequent question.

"Please stop calling me that," Liam whispers, sounding a bit ill. Zayn tries to resist the urge to roll his eyes, but then when he remembers that Liam can't see him, he does it anyway.

"My apoligies, Liam. What can I do for you?"

"Uhm, I don't know," Liam admits.

"It's okay, Liam, take your time; we've got all night," Zayn promises, which is a lie, mostly. They've got as long as Liam wants, up to four hours, but Zayn is good at what he does, so all night really isn't that far from the truth if you look at it in a warped enough viewpoint.

Liam accepts Zayn's advice and mulls it over for a moment, then blurts out a rushed, "So what are you wearing?"

This time, Zayn has to resist the urge to snort a laugh. He can imagine Liam, despite not having any idea how he looks, all flushed red from asking such a simple question, as if Zayn isn't asked that by every caller he receives.

"I'm just in my underwear," Zayn says softly, not feeling guilty for lying. He's fully clothed, dressed as casual as anyone his age, leaning back in his chair with his feet resting on his desk as he talks to Liam.

It takes a moment, but when Liam finally manages to gather enough courage, he asks, "Boxers or briefs?" The question leaves Zayn wondering what all kinks Liam has, and if his preference of boxers or briefs is one of his fetishes.