fool's gold [zarry]

huit

"Boring, boring, ghastly, blinding — in a bad way, boring," Zain says, swiping through the design suggestions on his iPad.

Niall sighs, tipping his chair back on two feet like they were back in uni. He was gonna overbalance and fall but that wasn't Zain's problem. Much.

"It's all there is," Harry says, sounding amused. "So you have to decide."

"I could make you something new," Zain suggests, watching Harry's shirt gape open as he leans forward slightly. He was the cliché of nouveau riche, with his loud patterns and too tight jeans and that ridiculous hair. Zain should hate it. And he did. Except when Harry was smiling at him. Or smirking.

"It's in three days," Harry says, with much more patience than Niall, who had given up half an hour ago.

"Don't be stubborn, Zain," Niall says, landing on all four feet with a thud. "They're all your designs. There has to be something you can live with."

"I shouldn't have to live with it," Zain sneers. "And there is a difference to making something to be worn by a stick of a person and someone who has —" he gestures at Harry. "proportions. Some of them in inconvenient places."

"Is he calling me fat?" Harry asks Niall, watching Zain with amusement.

"Your arse, maybe," Niall says, smirking at Zain. "But he likes it so I wouldn't worry."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Zain demands, glaring a bit.

Niall snorts. "Look who's talking. If you're gonna make something, you'd better start right away. I know you like seeing him naked, and I guess his fans would also appreciate it, but I do want to keep my eyesight for at least 50 more years."

"High hopes," Zain says, opening his sketch programme and drawing a quick design. "You like yellow, don't you, darling?" he asks and doesn't wait for Harry's answer. It was irrelevant anyways. Harry would look stunning, which was all that mattered.

"And we've lost him," Niall says, and then starts being annoying, shuffling around.

"I'll be back tomorrow," Harry says, kissing Zain's cheek. "And I do like yellow."

Zain waves him away and adjusts the cut of the trousers. It would mean sewing quickly, but it would be fine. He had worked in tighter schedules.

☀️

"I really like it," Harry says, twirling in front of Zain's mirrors, spreading his arms and then smoothing his hands over his torso. "It's gorgeous."

"Of course it is," Zain sniffs, frowning as he watches Harry move. The fit was perfect so far, after the initial adjustments, but it wasn't the first suit Zain had done for him. He knew Harry's measurement by now.

"Can't wait to wear it later," Harry smiles, turning around to catch Zain's gaze. "We have time for a quick fuck, don't you think?"

"Yea," Zain says after a quick glance at the door, his pulse quickening. "But you're leaving the suit here. It's not going near the bedroom."

"Of course not," Harry smirks, starting to undo the bottoms at once. "But you're gonna watch, aren't you?" he asks, walking towards Zain.

"Of course," Zain says, a bit stubbornly. "Gotta make sure you don't mess it up. It was a lot of work."

"Yea," Harry agrees, leaning in to kiss Zain, his breathe hot on Zain's lips. "You deserve a little something, hm," he makes.

It was unfair how enticing he was, Zain thinks.

"Suit off," he says out loud, the only sign that he hasn't lost his mind, yet."

"As you wish," Harry smiles, taking the jacket off carefully.

Zain hangs up the jacket, and the the trousers and then the shirts, carefully. And then finally, Harry's only in his pants and Zain can take him upstairs and press him into the mattress.

Harry moans eagerly, kissing greedily and impatiently, pulling on Zain's clothes as Zain rocks him further into the mattress, liking the way he feels beneath Zain, all firm and soft in the right places.

"I think you should ride me," Zain says, pushing himself up on his elbows and grinding his hips against Harry's. He likes the way Harry's head drops back, the stretch of his neck. "I'm much too tired after seeing your suit."

"Oh god," Harry swears, arching up. "It's your own fault. I could have worn anything."

"Of course not," Zain scoffs, letting Harry roll them over.

He likes when he's listened to. He rubs his thumb over Harry's thigh and lets him search for the lube and condoms in Zain's bedside table, yawning slightly.

He is tried, feeling drowsy and languid with it, but Harry stretched out above him — all that tan skin, and the way he chases his own release, selfish and yet so sweet with the way he would remember and stutter to a halt, blinking down at Zain before starting to love again and forget himself — it was better than sleep.

Harry comes, a shout like he didn't mean to, panting down at Zain with large eyes.

"Just a bit, darling," Zain says rolling his hips up and grinding his teeth. He's close and Harry was young. "Go on."

Harry blinks at him, dazed, and does, eyes large and mouth open, panting. It's very nice being listened to. Zain watched him, squeezing his arse from time to time, and let's himself be caught up by it, the release washing over him.

Harry makes a soft sound, leaning down to kiss him. Zain catches his cheek and lets him, the exhaustion catching up with him.

"Don't fall asleep," Harry says against Zain's lips, rising to his knees so that Zain slips out of him. "Zain."

"Wake me up later," Zain mumbles, patting his side, and falls asleep.

☀️

it's the whole set, I can rest now 🙃