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Cheating III

"All this talk of marriage..." Whispered Louis trapping Liam with a sly hand around his waist. "Makes you think doesn't it?"

"Nice try, love, but even you can't afford me."

"Come on, Liam. It'd be so fun, wouldn't it? And we'd make such pretty babies."

And that of course, was the moment his eyes flicked up and caught hazel opposite. And he was drowning again.

"Liam, I was just kidding!" Said Louis in a panic when Liam shoved him off, rising from his seat. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, fine, just going to bed, is all."

"Liam!" He heard Harry call, but it was too late, he was already striding out the door, slow enough that his shadow could still keep up.

He made it all the way to his room before he was shoved rather roughly against the wall. A hot mouth on his neck, sucking wetly, his head hitting the plaster wall with a bang, making his vision fuzz.

"Hey," he whimpered rather helplessly, as his tie was undone.

"You're the worst," Zayn grunted back, shoving a thigh between Liam's legs.

"I—I— am?"

"You, all over fuckin' Louis all night, such a fucking slag." He punctuated every word with a sharp nip against Liam's throat. He keened into Zayn's touching, wrapping both arms around his neck as Zayn undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

"What're you gonna do? Punish me?" Liam breathed, grinding up against Zayn's fully hard cock. Letting out an honest moan, when Zayn reached down to grope his ass.

Zayn broke away, grinning wickedly down at Liam.

Liam relaxed a little, allowing himself to stare. 

Dark wild hair, and shining hazel eyes. He was so beautiful, which made Liam hit himself internally for even thinking. But handsome didn't feel like the right word. Zayn always had been handsome, and Liam noticed it since they formed a band... but this... He was different from that now. Rugged in a way. Worn a little by time. He'd had a schoolboy crush on the old handsome witty Zayn. But he was in love, madly and truly to the point of heartbreak, with the new beautiful, beautiful version of Zayn.

 He didn't really care about the sex, not at all, in fact, he only really ever used it as an excuse to stare, to be close, to kiss.

His daydream was quickly interrupted when he was tugged and pulled through the room ass pressed against his desk, neat from the holiday break. And then he was being lifted onto it as his trousers and pants were pulled down all the way off.

A part of him had hoped, that it'd be like last time. The gentle loving touch from the last time they'd had sex. Where Zayn took his time, kissing and fucking, soft and slow. He hadn't been racing to his climax, he'd been there, inside Liam, and Liam had felt whole.

It wasn't that Liam disliked good sex. The kind god sex where he was walking funny for days, and writhing uncontrollably beneath Zayn. Normally he'd prefer it. It made it easier to ignore that racing feeling in his heart that made him want to explode with the knowledge that Zayn was straight, and in love with Jelena Hadid.

But last time had been so—

And then Zayn was kissing him, rutting against him, now only in his boxers. Hand trailing down to fist Liam's cock with a spit-slicked hand. Liam moaned into the kiss and arched, up wrapping his legs around Zayn, wishing he could keep him trapped there forever.

"You want lube?" Whispered Zayn breaking the kiss noise brushing Liam's cheek in the way that made his chest flutter. He wanted so somuch more than this... but for now, he'd take what he could get.

"No," Liam whispered back, kissing Zayn's Adam's apple, and then, "take your shirt off."

Zayn snickered, but undid the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off, leaving him in nothing but a tie as his boxers vanished too. Liam ran his hands over the warm skin on his stomach, enjoying the feeling of Zayn flexing under his touch, letting out a shriek as Zayn let one finger in with little spit. Zayn chuckled into his cheek, kissing softly with just his lips. And that was better than anything. He kissed like was in love, even though Zayn wasn't. Liam didn't care, whimpering when he broke it, to position himself at Liam's entrance. Liam pulled his legs higher, crossing them against Zayn's back, feeling a little shameless in the way he was exposed. It made Zayn grin even wider, which made it all worth it, even as the sudden pain came over him when Zayn pushed all the way inside with a deep groan.

"God Liam."

Liam loved when Zayn said his name like that. He said it with such need, Liam fell a little bit more in love every time he did.

"Oh god," Said Liam, when Zayn rocking into him with force, hands clinging at Zayn's back, nails digging into his skin as his whole body was set on fire. It felt so so incredibly good. Jults of lightning buzzing through his spine with every thrust.

"Please!" He found himself begging, but he wasn't sure what he was begging for. Zayn was so sogood, and it was all so somuch. And one of Zayn's hands snaked its way to Liam's throat, tight, just enough, and— yes. Liam was on the brink of it, the brink of everything, the brink of crying, the brink of breathing, the brink of cumming, the brink of passing out from it all.

Zayn fucked so good. Sharp and exact and hard and— "oh god, please, more."

And then, something strange happened.

"Fuck, you're so good Liam, you're perfect, Jesus."

Liam felt his eyes bulb out of his head, though that could have been from the lack of oxygen.

"Say— Say that again..."

Zayn bit down on Liam's shoulder, mumbling, "You, you're so good for me, look at you, god, you're so good. So good, Liam." It felt like a mantra. It felt like Zayn was giving him exactly what he wanted. With Zayn like that, so sweet and amazing, Liam could squeeze his eyes shut and pretend Zayn loved him back. 

That they were in love and together, and there weren't any secrets, and Jelena fucking Hadid didn't exist.

"Zayn— Zayn, I'm gonna—"

"Me too," Said Zayn releasing his grip on Liam's throat (much to Liam's displeasure), to hold his waist with both hands, and fuck hard into him.

His orgasm hit him quick, feeling all too overestimated with Zayn's hard trusts. He was sure he was drawing blood down Zayn's back, and he tried not to feel bad. His vision tunnelled, moaning and arching up legs squeezing Zayn close. Feeling his release spurt up onto Zayn's stomach. Aching as Zayn kept moving, faster and faster still, until he buried himself all the way inside and came, falling forward over Liam, their sweaty forehead's pressed together.

"That was good," said Zayn after a moment, pulling out and stepping back. Liam had wished he had the strength to pull Zayn in and hold him there.

"It was," said Liam weakly, staring up at the ceiling. "Are you staying the night?" He asked trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Nah, Gigi's coming up."

Whatever euphoric sex dazed part of Liam that was still left shriveled up and died at that.

"You good to stand?" Zayn asked with a chuckle, "You didn't have much prep..."

"I'm fine," said Liam, bitterly.

Zayn laughed again, and this time, stepped closer, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Liam's cheek. "Night, Liam."

And this time, Liam forced himself to look away, to keep staring up. Because he knew if he did. He might just cry.

"Night, Zayn." He squeaked out, just before he heard his door click shut, his entire body cringing at himself, trying to keep his breathing steady, eyes dry.