one night, when all of the boys were on stage, they had snuck vodka in water bottles, and Zayn was having a hard time not touching his boyfriend on stage.
Zayn wasn't drunk, but everything was blurry and he was talking to the fans a lot more.
Zayn was staring at the way Liam's lips looked against the microphone and Zayn was not okay.
Zayn was tipsy and horny and definitely turned on.
he walked up to Liam when the stage went black for a moment in between songs, right behind him and biting his ear.
Zayn pressed the bulge in his jeans against the back of Liam's thigh, whispering,
"I'm horny, Li."
Zayns words flowed slowly in Liam's ear.
Liam turned around and chuckled at Zayn's hopeless expression, walking up as the lights came back on, talking right back in Zayn's ear.
"babe, you know what your voice does to me. why would you mess with me like that?"
Zayn shuddered and walked away, continuing the song, every sound in the room becoming obvious to him.
Liam continued to tease him throughout the concert and Zayn was falling apart.
•••
when the concert ended and they were rushed into the car, Liam was obviously not giving up on his plan to drive Zayn insane.
Liam hadn't said anything to Zayn, and had sat right next to him, but proceeded to be on his phone the entire ride back to their hotel room.
Zayn's knee bounced frantically and had to peel his eyes away from Liam to stare at the window, his lip in between his teeth.
when they were at a stop light and the other boys were distracted in a random conversation, Zayn felt a large hand sliding up his thigh as two warm lips approached his ear.
"anxious?"
Zayn actually whimpered and turned his face, right as Liam's hand went there, and then the contact was gone and Liam's head snapped away.
•••
when the car parked in front of their hotel, Zayn's heart started to race.
when the boys entered the hotel, all of them got on the elevator with security and appeared on their floor, the other three boys going to their rooms.
Liam walked ahead of Zayn, taking his time unlocking the room and disappearing inside, Zayn walking swiftly toward him and walking in.
Liam smiled way too innocently and then said,
"I'm going to go to the bathroom. it's hot in here, you should just be in your boxers, that'll feel better."
Zayn bit his lip as he nodded.
Liam walked into the bathroom and Zayn was quick, pulling off his shoes and tossing them, quickly throwing his tank top off, unbuttoning his jeans, the zipper seeming to unzip on it's own, his jeans flying off of his legs, removing his socks as well.
Zayn paced back and forth in the room, only able to picture soft skin and deep, hot, brown eyes.
Zayn finally just walked over to the far side of the room, leaning against the empty wall, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing.
Zayn zoned out, his mind feeling flooded, and in seconds time, his wrists were being pinned above his head, and lips were at his neck.
Zayn's eyes shot open and Liam stood up all the way, staring at Zayn, Liam in his boxers as well.
"Liam. no teasing tonight, baby. I'm dying."
Liam chuckled lowly, running his hand from the tattoo on Zayn's chest until his navel.
"you're not dying, Z." Liam kissed Zayn on the cheek. "being tipsy and horny does not mean you're dying, babe."
