Best Friends (A Ziall Fanfic/BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

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My heart beat went fierce that moment as I pondered on that possibility. I had no idea where that came from but a part of me got excited on that prospect. I could finally taste his ruby tainted lips which he licked every minute of the day, repeatedly. I could finally feel what it’s like to kiss him, my hero, my guardian, my idol, my best friend. But, on second thought, wouldn’t it be like taking advantage of him considering the state he was currently in? He was drunk and he was oblivious about everything. But, it would also be pushing away an opportunity, probably an opportunity which will never occur again. I thought of it for a moment while still inside his kind grip.

Oh my gosh!

To kiss or not to kiss?

Yes?

No. No. No.

What if he finds out?

IF he finds out…

He’s drunk! He’s probably in dreamland by now.

He certainly won’t remember a thing when he wakes up.

But what if he does? What if he asks me? I cannot lie to him…I can’t lie to my best friend!

One kiss and one lie wouldn’t hurt, right?

But still!

It’s not right.

What’s not right? To finally taste those fucking luscious lips?

Oh stop it you stupid mind!

Uuuuuurrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!!!!

What am I gonna do?

My little leprechaun brain is confused!

Let’s just play safe, ‘kay? I would not kiss him this time!

Not like this!

*deep sigh*

Damn it!

He’s so irresistible. Fuck!

Curse you, Zayn Malik! What have you done to me?

Receding the idea of kissing him, I then tried to free myself from the contact. I successfully had his hands away from me and I pushed myself up. I was already halfway through towards my computer when I heard him move and shift in his bed.

“Niall!—“ He whined. I quickly turned around to look at him.

“Niall. Come—here—,” He groaned and I paced towards him.

“Niall—where are you?” He said still grumbling and his eyes half-lid.

“I’m here, Zayn.” I answered standing next to him in the bed.

“Uggghhh…” He moaned again rubbing his forehead. “My head hurts!” He complained.

“Well, what do you expect? You’re drunk!” I scolded him while I rolled my eyes. “Let me go get some towel, some ice or water, okay?” I said as I started to step through the kitchen. But as soon as I was to start moving from where I stood, he grabbed me by my wrist stopping me immediately.

“No! I want you here—want you here, Niall.”

“But Zayn—“

As soon as I was about to protest, he pulled me into him closing our gap for that dreaded kiss. Our mouths touched for the first time and it was a feeling like no other. His lips were both soft and wet and he expertly covered mine with a gentle peck. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and thoughts that I didn’t know how to respond! I was just completely frozen and wide-eyed as the situation consumed my mentality.

He was kissing me! Zayn Malik kissed me! My best friend just kissed me on the lips! Oh my gosh!

I was just thinking about this event earlier and now…it was happening! The linkage of both our mouths stayed for a moment or so. Trust me, I never wanted it to end. It felt so damn good! He finally parted the contact and I let out a gasp, a needy gasp which longs for more. He seemed to understand my reaction that he cupped my face with his hands then our mouths proceeded to unite once more. He smoothly tilted his head and again coated my lips with his and this time I closed my eyes as I responded. The sensation brought butterflies in my stomach and that feeling doubled and increased even more as he slowly used his tongue to gain entry. I moaned as pleasure overwhelmed me. I kissed him back allowing him to devour my mouth using his lips and tongue. Our tongues danced with each other making me feel so aroused. I heard him let out a deep moan, a sign that he too, was enjoying the unision of our mouths. His tongue went all the way in exploring every inch of my mouth and I delightfully allowed his insistent demand of access. Suddenly, I felt him pull me onto the bed with him as he continued to force his tongue all the way in. He turned us around and he was on top of me still showering me with passionate kisses. This made me produce another moan of pleasure feeling his dominance taking over the whole contact. This time, all the doubts I’ve got earlier vanished and were completely gone as he controlled the whole situation. Pictures of him kissing me and having this passionate moment with me covered my mind like an avalanche that all I wanted was to never stop and just go with it. We then pulled away from each other for the second time needing some oxygen.

“Zayn?” I looked him in the eyes making sure this was not a dream.

“Shut up. Kiss me again.” He demanded in a hoarse whisper. I gladly obeyed.

As we kissed for the hundredth time, we took off our clothing tossing it carelessly around the room while at the same time trying to not break our kiss. When I finally was naked and so was he, we paused as I again looked at him. My eyes surveyed the masculinity it witnessed. Fuck! He was hot to the bones! I bit my lower lip as my eyes lowered and saw for the first time his gorgeous member sticking out proudly. It was beautiful. I’m already sporting my hard-on but just seeing that pretty thing I’ve been anticipating to see for so long made me so much aroused I could cream myself! I looked back in his eyes again and his was staring back. His hazel orbs were dark filled with lust. And I knew what the cure to that was.

“I want you inside me.” I whispered. He, without any objection, granted my wish.

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