ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

baby, i'll be bulletproof

Author: transgenicveins

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/759258

Summary:

"Lou, do you remember when you made it your mission to corrupt Liam? Well I regret all your life decisions."

The thing is, Zayn's been arse over tit for Liam since he was sixteen years old and sharing comic books and Happy Meals after their audition, when nothing else mattered as much as shuffling closer to argue over Marvel's canon.

And it starts as 'wow, Liam's (voice, smile, torso) is flawless' and ends somewhere closer to 'I wonder how he sounds after sucking cock and what if he smiles like that during sex and maybe he'd let me lick his come off his abs and push it into his hole dripping with lube'. Then he can't stop picturing Liam between his sheets or just there in the crook of his neck.

He doesn't say anything— not after the first show to Liam's bright eyes or before the Brits when they're all punch-drunk off champagne or even during their tour, when it's just the five of them and big stages for eight months— because it's Liam and he's Zayn and the world doesn't work the way it should.

So instead of straddling his hips and saying 'hey, not to be satirical but please let me be your last first kiss', he just pines.

(quietly)

(from a distance)

(so Liam doesn't notice)

/ / /

(but there are these moments when he thinks Liam knows. There's this newfound heat in the twist of his pretty lips and he presses against Zayn with this unerring intensity that he is so incapable of ignoring.

He doesn't comment on it, though, because Liam's just broken up with Danielle and they weren't like him and Perrie. They ended with a bang instead of a whimper, with flying plates instead of a 'darling, c'est la vie'.

Instead, Zayn is giving him space. He watches him shave his hair and grow it back and stain his forearms with matching ink and he waits.

Because there's a day somewhere when this undeniable tension between them will result in something perfect, and Zayn's willing to wait for magic if magic means Liam)

/ / /

They're somewhere in Los Angeles for breakfast when Liam presses against the back of his chair and leans over, lips brushing over the nape of his neck. It drives Zayn half crazy and Liam steals his soy latte with a smile that fills his lungs with something too light.

He catches the invitation on Liam's lips before it tumbles out. Usually he's subtle and a little shy, but today he's blunt and strong and Zayn falls a little in love with the spark in his eyes.