Behind Closed Doors

25. Fingers

*** Warning: A Smutty Chapter ***

Zayn woke up an hour later to Harry tugging at his shirt. It felt like Harry wanted Zayn to be just as grumpy as he'd been because the best way to test Zayn's manners was to keep waking him from his slumber.

Zayn's groggy voice was in full effect. "Whatdoyawant mahn?"

"Take this stupid thing off. It's annoyin me." Harry said, sounding equally tired.

"Well, your annoying meh, bog off!"

"S'my room, arsehole."

Zayn groaned, finally gaining more strength to open his eyes fully. Harry was peeking up at him with a one eyed glare making Zayn immediately soften at the sight. Why did he have to be so adorable when he was grumpy?

"Go on then," Zayn motioned, lifting his arms so Harry could pull of his shirt. Once it was removed, Harry cuddled up onto Zayns chest and sighed, "Better."

Perhaps it was the fact Harry had removed his shirt or that he was so cute in the mornings. All Zayn knew was that his pants were now tighter and he was much less sleepy than he'd been 2 minutes ago.

Thinking it was smooth, Zayn grabbed Harrys hand which was draped across his neck and slowly moved it down so that it lay on top of Zayn's bulge.

Harry groaned in what seemed to be annoyance, yet kept his hand there. It was enough confirmation Zayn needed to begin circling his hips slowly under Harrys touch.

"Zayn...." Harry sighed. Though he likely had meant it as a way of scolding Zayn, Harry's sigh only turned the older boy on more.

"You're so adorable, babe. Youh know that?"

Harry smiled as he shifted closer so that his leg was slung atop of Zayn's legs as his crotch made contact with his thigh. Zayn immediately felt Harrys hard on and was overcome with what can only be described as victory.

Zayn roamed his hands up and down Harrys chest, having missed the feel of his skin over the past couple of weeks. He played with Harrys nipples as Haz leaned over to suck a mark onto his neck, not caring about their next appearance or Lou's inevitable questions during hair & makeup. After making out languidly for a few minutes, Zayn pushed Harry back gently to move towards the middle of the bed to hover above him.

Harry slowly traced up and down Zayn's back with light touches so that his fingertips caused goosebumps to rise on Zayn's skin. He felt himself shiver at the touch, losing strength in his propped up forearms. This caused the two boys crotches to press together, earning a moan from each lad.

"Can we do something new?" He asked Harry.

Harry looked up at him, his eyes held a glimmer to them that Zayn couldn't help but notice. He smiled up at Zayn and pecked his lips. "Like what, my lo—Uh, like what?" He said quickly, though Zayn knew what he'd meant to say. My love.

He decided not to call Haz out on it. Rather than respond, Zayn pulled Harrys briefs down and discarded them onto the floor before doing the same to his own. Just as Harry went to reach for Zayn's member, Zayn got up to collect his phone from his discarded pants and plopped back down next to Harry.

"Wanna watch porn?"

Harry gave him a confused look. "Uh, I guess?"

Zayn smiled before opening his Internet app. He already knew what he wanted to watch, searching, 'threesomes.'

Harry was growing impatient and kept trying to look over at the phone while Zayn looked for one he wanted. He had to keep pushing Harry away, both of them giggling in anticipation.