Behind Closed Doors

8. Let Me Kiss You

⚠️ Warning: this chapter has mature language and includes derogatory name calling.

Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me
-"Then He Kissed Me" by The Crystals

July 2011

After Harry leaned in to kiss Zayn, it began the same as the first kiss. Innocent, sweet, and soft. However, that immediately changed when Zayn felt Harry reach out his hand, placing it on Zayn's cheek. The extra contact in that moment, them alone with only the stars and sea creatures to see, gave Zayn an entirely new feeling unbeknownst to himself. Pure freedom. No inhibitions or judgement just he and Harry to venture into this new layer of their friendship, together.

Zayn scooted closer, parting his lips hoping Harry would do the same. When he did, Zayn slowly slid his tongue into Harrys mouth. He tasted like nothing Zayn knew of and would be seeking replication of for the rest of his life. It was just Harry. Not too sweet. Not too salty.
Just right.

They continued to kiss, Zayn taking the offensive role with his tongue in Harrys mouth as Harry followed Zayns lead. Zayn wasn't feeling turned on or full of lust. He just felt exhilarated. It felt like his first kiss. Reminded him of a time when kissing was all you did with your partner. No one was thinking of sex, allowing a couple to remain content with making out for hours.

Harry pulled away, gasping for air. Afraid he was going to tell Zayn he wanted to go back to the room and forget this moment, Zayn rolled on top of Harry and began kissing his neck in slow languid kisses. He used his tongue to create wet circles before open mouth-kissing Harrys neck.

His plan seemed to have worked because Harry stayed still and placed his hands on Zayns hips. As Zayn began to suck on Harrys neck, hoping to leave a souvenir he could revel in come morning, Harry shocked Zayn when he let out a whimper.
Zayn pulled away quickly to look down at Harry. The sight he was met with will forever live in Zayns head, rent free.

Harry was biting his bottom lip, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure. As he opened his eyes to look into Zayn's. He didn't have to say what he was feeling. Zayn could see it in those heavy, lust clouded eyes. The sight of Harry looking like that sent Zayns brain into action mode, all foresight gone in that moment.

Zayn crashed his lips back to Harrys and moved his hands slowly down Harrys sides while Harry reached up to grab handfuls of Zayn's hair. As they made out with more aggression, Zayn bit Harrys bottom lip causing another soft moan from Harry. When he heard it, Zayn felt his cock growing harder and went to pull up so Harry couldn't feel it.
Reading Zayn's mind, Harry pushed his hips up to grind against Zayn, letting Zayn feel Harrys own hard-on. It felt so good and Zayn didn't want to stop but he became afraid.

"Fuck," Zayn mumbled to himself as he pulled himself away from Harry to lay next to him. Without saying another word, Zayn stood up and ran his hands through his hair in frustration before turning on his heel to go back to the hotel, leaving Harry dumbfounded and alone on the beach.

Zayn knew he'd pulled a dick move but he couldn't handle the desire he had just felt for Harry. Harry. Who also happened to be a male. Zayn definitely wasn't ready to try and figure out what it meant for his sexuality. It was all too much.
He was having flashbacks to his time in primary school...

When Zayn had a toy the other kids wanted: Go back to where you came from Paki!

If Zayn won a game: You cheated! Typical paki!