Ziam oneshots ✔️

Late Anniversary

Liam stumbled through the door, blinking dazedly around the silent flat. It was dark, the only light coming from the gently flickering flames of the fire, and Liam could see that Zayn had done his particular brand of cleaning – shoving everything into corners and haphazard piles under the table. Liam wrinkled his nose, knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything tomorrow until he had tidied up properly. But at least Zayn had tried; Liam supposed he could give him points for that.

He yawned as he walked down the hallway, noticing the remains of a dinner for one left on the counter as he passed the kitchen. Liam winced at the sight; his shift was supposed to have finished eight hours ago, and he and Zayn had had plans for a romantic dinner to celebrate their third anniversary. And instead here he was, almost comatose after having worked an extra eight hours, and Zayn had had to fend for himself for the evening. What a fucking cock up.

The bedroom was pitch black beyond the door, Zayn preferring to draw the curtains to keep out even the meager light from the streetlamps; he had trouble sleeping when the room wasn't dark enough. Liam moved closer to the bed through muscle memory, narrowly skirting the chest of drawers and the armchair in the corner. He was pretty sure his eyes were already closed.

The sounds of a body shifting beneath the sheets came to him as he stripped himself out of his clothes, and then Zayn made a sleepy, questioning noise.

"Mmh, Liam? S'tha' you?"

"Shh, sorry," Liam whispered, dropping his clothes to the floor. He'd pick them up in the morning; he was far too tired to do anything but pass out right now. "Go back to sleep."

"You're later than I thought you'd be, from your message."

"I know. Last minute emergency, took longer than I thought to fix it." Liam groped his way over to the bed and pulled back the sheets.

"What happened?"

Liam's eyes had become a little more accustomed to the dark, and now Zayn was a black shape in front of him, leaning up on an elbow, his hair a shock of negative space in the otherwise black room. "A medical emergency. The patient's circulation was cutting off. It took us hours to stable him."

Liam smiled as he felt Zayn reach out for him, hand sliding around his waist. "You know I would have said so in my message if it had been one of your colleagues." He yawned, his jaw popping with the force of it. "It was an accident gone wrong."

He felt Zayn snicker next to him. "I told you we should give classes on that."

"Nnnuh," Liam replied, head thumping gratefully into the pillow. "That'll have to wait for another night, because I'm about to pass out. Unless you have a somnophilia kink I don't know about."

"How would you? You'd be too busy snoring to find out."

"I do not snore." Liam wondered vaguely if his voice sounded as indistinct to Zayn as it did to him. He slowly became aware that the room wasn't as dark as it had been, and he blinked his eyes open to a soft yellow ball of light turned on top of their heads. "What are you doing?"

"Shh," Zayn repeated back to him. "Go to sleep, I've got you."

Liam's eyelids obeyed Zayn's soft command without any input from his brain. A moment later, he felt Zayn's broad palms sweeping down his back, spreading warm fragrant oil across his skin. Firm fingers dug into the knots in his shoulders, pressing and rubbing in deep, smooth circles, slowly removing the tension built up from sixteen hours on his feet. He felt the slightly rough callouses on the pads of Zayn's fingers as they moved across his skin, built up from years of experience. Zayn's palms slid slowly down Liam's back, thumbs pressing into the muscles to either side of his spine, fingers gliding over his ribs with just enough pressure to keep it from tickling. He rubbed circles into Liam's kidneys, heel of his palms moving slowly just over the swell of his buttocks. His hands swept down around the sides of Liam's hips, and he smiled lazily into the pillow as he felt fingers sneaking over to give his arse cheeks a playful squeeze.