What He Loves Me? (Ziall) (short story)

Fuck Me.

I grin widely and remove the lid shuffling down towards Zayn’s toned torso

“Fuck, what are you doing” Zayn breathes, and at this point I’m pretty sure I’m more turned on than he is.

“Shut up, just enjoy the rollercoaster that is superhotkinkysex with Niall” I laugh and Zayn lets out a short chuckle, running a hand through his quiff “Alright, but you guys need to cock off about that”

I shrug “You wrote it” and begin drizzling the rich sauce over Zayn’s body, “Oh man, If I die on you, sorry” I breathe making Zayn laugh again “Try not to, I’d rather not explain this to your mum” and this time it’s me laughing “Ok, deal” I struggle a bit then, to stop laughing and be sexy, Zayn shivers “Hurry up I’m cold” he whines and I nod leaning over to place a gentle kiss to his collar bone, sucking away any trace of the chocolate, and man, that is some good fudge sauce.

“I like this sauce, we should buy it more” I comment, looking at Zayn who’s lying breathlessly beneath me, chest heaving. I shudder a little, turned on by him lying helpless beneath me, Zayn groans “I don’t want the others eating it though; it would be like if they were doing this, which is weird”

I nod “Right, we’ll make it ours then” Zayn lifts himself up on his elbows “Ours?”

I pause, “Wait, you do want us right?” my eyes widen “Oh god, why’d I say that...Um, No never mind me... just thought…” I stammer awkwardly trying to avoid looking into eyes of thesuperhottotallysexysexgodthati’djustbeeneatingchocolateoffanditwastasty that lay before me.

Zayn smiles “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed” I flush and look down with a mumbled ‘thanks’

Zayn places a hand on my cheek and I lean into it a little, trying to just go with it.

“Nialler, you’re not just a one night stand to me mate, you’re special to me, I would’ve thought you knew that you silly little leprechaun” He laughs then.

“Potatoes” I giggle, looking at him again with a bright grin. Zayn bursts into a loud and strangely comforting laugh and I smile fondly, somehow forgetting the nature of our situation. But then. Holy fucking shitty motherfucking cunts. Every swear EVER suddenly rips itself from my mouth and Zayn looks at me shocked.

“What?”

I can’t…breathe...just…mmppghhh...only…stare...chocolate...abs….v-lines….

“Zayn...you...you’re…” I stutter

Zayn follows my gaze with a worried frown and stops short.

When he says nothing, I feel obliged to attempt words “You’re….chocolate….dripping…ah, fuck”

He smirks at me. “Oh, sorry, I’ll clean it up” He reaches forward and grasps my only remaining item of clothing, “I’ll just borrow this, you won’t be needing it anyways” tugging it off awkwardly while I just sit. Fucker.

Suddenly, Zayn stands “Easier to clean if I just take this off, you don’t mind do ya mate?” He smiles, removing his own boxers.

“Oh…fucking….fucker…shit…fucks...shiiiittt” I stammer, gasping and panting. I’m actually really surprised at how crazy I’m getting and then the chocolate progresses from the sexy tan v-lines. And I follow its trail, hungrily. Fucking Shit. It’s a dick. Oh god. I can’t even...Fuck.

“Oh Zayn, fuck” I gasp. Zayn grins and reaches to wipe away the beautiful lusciousness in front of my eyes, all that deliciousness combined. The silky rich chocolate, just gliding over the tan, the sexiest skin ever. And just, the V-lines. Cleaning away…

“Ah, Shit, Fuck, Stop, No! Ah, I need you!” Zayn grins. Fucking douchebag fucker. “Took you long enough Nialler, Now stop swearing like a crazy bastard and clean me up”

“No...No wait…come...come here and...” I stop then, unsure of what to say. Zayn seems to know though and moves over to me, pushing me down like I did to him.

Zayn’s cool fingers glide over my chest and stomach, making me shiver. He smirks up at me, dragging his nails down my hips and smiling wider at my gasp of pain. He repeats the action a few times, revelling in the curt gasps escaping through my lips.

A rush of cold air envelopes my erection, causing my dick to twitch expectantly. I glance downwards at Zayn, who’s hovering teasingly over me, biting his lower lip. I gasp out his name pleadingly but he shakes his head. And then. Oh there’s chocolate, and its dripping and mother of Jesus.

“Please Zayn” I rasp

“Please what?” Zayn growls

“Just...Please...Mm” I groan “Something”

“No Niall, tell me exactly what you fucking want”

“Zayn…”

“Tell me Niall” Zayn instructs his voice husky.

“I...I need you” I stutter “Please, I need your mouth”

Zayn smirks and brushes his damp lips over the head of my cock, making me groan.

“More” I plead, but my pleas fall on deaf ears as Zayn looks impassively back at me.

ZAYN’S P.O.FUCKIN.V

“More” Niall pleads.

It’s against my better judgement, but I want him, but I just want to, be rough, like we agreed.

“More what?!” I hiss “Fuck Niall, use your FUCKING WORDS!”

“But Zayn...” Niall looks at me pleadingly.

“No, I know you can, use your delicious voice to tell me, what do you want?”

Niall sucks in a deep breath and looks into my eyes,

“I want you to…” He winces in embarrassment “Use your mouth, on me”

“Where Niall?” I smirk

“My…my dick”

I grin widely at Niall who smiles weakly back, before I laugh “Fuck you’re sexy”

“Hate you” Niall smiles coyly, blushing and turning away.