follow me// larry + ziam (and a side of niall)

18: Liam

"I'm bored." Liam whined, spinning in circle on Zayn's desk chair. "Are you almost done with your homework?"

"Not even close." Zayn replied without lifting his head up. 

"Can you be done?" He grumbled. 

"Liam, i've been working on this for not even fifteen minutes. Go get a snack or something, I really need to finish." 

"I could help you finish." Liam gave him a sly grin, and Zayn met his eyes. 

"Not right now Li." Zayn chuckled. 

"You're so boring."

"And you're annoying." 

"Fuck you." Liam laughed. 

"I will, just not right now." Zayn kept his eyes trained on his paper. 

"I keep forgetting we're best friends. It's weird we say shit like that now." Liam stared at the ceiling while using his toes to push the chair. 

"Fuckbuddies I guess." Zayn shrugged. 

"But we haven't even fucked." Liam groaned, and Zayn threw his pencil down in frustration. 

"Tell you what, you give me twenty minutes of peace and then we'll knock something off your list. Kay?" Zayn looked annoyed, but Liam was too excited about his offer. 

"Okay, deal. I'll be downstairs." Liam jumped up and grabbed his phone before excitedly taking off down the stairs. The new freedom he had with his best friend was weirdly empowering, but it was also making him horny all the damn time. 

He'd think about Zayn, his slender fingers and beautiful hair, sometimes even wank to the thought of what they'd do together someday. Liam couldn't see it any other way, and that was concerning. He ended up sitting on the couch and watching a few episodes of some cooking show before he realized it had been far longer than twenty minutes. He decided to go up and bother Zayn. 

"Zee, it's been like an hour." Liam pushed the door open to still see Zayn hovering over his laptop and papers. 

"Has it really? Shit, sorry. Got a lot done though." Zayn sighed and took off his glasses, setting them on the bedside table beside him. "Well, we made a deal. What do you want to do?" 

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" Liam nervously fiddled with his fingers. 

"It's your list. I don't really care." Zayn rubbed his eyes lazily, and Liam thought for a few moments. 

"Have you ever been fingered?" Liam asked, and Zayn looked over at him. 

"No." He bit his lip.

"Wanna try?" Liam leaned over on the bed, pulling himself closer to Zayn who swallowed visibly. 

"Yeah, yeah sure." Zayn leaned back into his pillows while Liam crawled closer. He hovered over Zayn's mouth, watching his lips purse in anticipation and pupils dilate immensely. 

"You're so fucking hot." Liam mumbled before pressing his lips onto Zayn's with force. He tugged at the ends of Zayn's shirt without looking, his eyes glued to the face in front of him. Butterflies floated around in his stomach the more he thought about everything happening.

Zayn started to wiggle out of his jeans and Liam broke the kiss to help him. A few moments later, all their clothes were in a messy pile on the floor and both boys were in their briefs. Liam rubbed his crotch down on Zayn's, causing him to release a hearty moan. 

"Are you ready?" Liam whispered into his ear. 

"Yeah." Zayn nodded. "I don't have any lube Li."