Our First (Ziall)

late night trips

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*Liam*

"How does this one look?" I asked josh, who had agreed to come in and help me. Louis had invited me to go out to the theaters tomorrow and I couldn't think of anything to wear. And being the idiot I am, I called Josh in.

"It looks fine, like all the other ones." he groaned, sitting onto the edge of my bed and pulling my Buzz Lightyear pillow onto his lap.

"If I had known you were going to say that about everything I tried on, I would have had somebody else help." I muttered, taking off my shirt and throwing it into the corner of the room before throwing my self onto the bed and screaming into the sheets. I felt as josh shifted next to me.

"Why are you so worked up over this? You're just going to the cinema." He said, climbing onto my back and straddling me from behind. I felt as his warm hands were placed over my bare shoulders and he started to give me a massage.

"Because. Say you've wanted a puppy for a long time. Then, on Christmas, your parents give you one. And its suddenly the best day ever because you have a puppy. Its kind of like that." I tried, turning my head to the side so that I was looking at him.

"So is he like your christmas puppy?" Josh asked, his hands stopped moving so they just rested there.

"No no no. its more like, hes Christmas and tomorrow would be my Christmas puppy. He isn't what i've been waiting for this whole time; the date is." I stated, wiggling under Josh. He glanced down at me and laughed. I furrowed my eyebrows, "What?"

"You're insane is what, Li." Josh laughed, starting to knead into my shoulders again. "I'm starting to wonder why I even hang out with you." He said, letting his arms roam down my back. And, though I was trying to deny it, I was feeling all too comfortable around josh as I felt a light moan rise up my throat. His hands were warm against my skin.

"Because I'm batman." I rolled my eyes jokingly. I heard him chuckle and rub his hands lightly into my lower back.

"I didn't know you had back dimples." He smirked. "You know why guys like these so much?" Josh let his fingers trail over them. "Because when guys hold onto your waist while they do you from behind, they have a place to put their thumbs to keep you steady." I felt unbearably warm at the comment. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing I was used to hearing. I heard Josh laugh a bit. Just the fact that Josh was on top of me and putting his hands on me was making me feel a little... excited. And now he was talking about sex to me like he was talking about the latest episode of his favorite television show. He wiggled his arse around on mine a bit. "They're actually really hot, if I'm honest." he said playfully.

"Josh," I groaned out, not sure if it was in annoyance or pleasure.

"Liam!' He teased, running his finger down my spine. "Go on, say my name like that again." I tried to hold back my shiver the best that I could. He noticed my reaction  and let his fingertips play against my back. He placed his hands to my waist and placed his thumbs into the dimples he had recently discovered. "Huh, perfect fit." He smiled, leaning over to give a little nip at my earlobe. I was fully hard at this point.

"You like torturing me, don't you?" I replied, squirming under him.

"I like seeing you all flustered. Because even then, you still look absolutely adorable." he nuzzled my neck playfully and started to tug at my pants.

"Y-you're such a p-pervert!" I shuddered, but I didn't stop him from getting my jeans off.

"Yeah? But I'm fun. I'm not like that guy you like so much. I care. I listen." He whispered, his tone only slightly dangerous. "What was his name again?" I couldn't respond in anything but a groan when he started rubbing up against me. "Hmm," he mused "Maybe a tight black shirt would look nice on you. It makes you look all hot an dangerous." He squirmed around a little, obviously enjoying teasing me far too much. "But, come to think of it, it's getting late. And I'm sure I'll get fired if I don't get to work early tomorrow. I'll catch you after your date, yeah?" he gave me a smirk and walked out, not even waiting for my response. I kept wondering if there was something wrong with the prick, but I couldn't really come up with anything. 'It's just because he's Josh' I thought to myself with a small smile. I struggled off to the bathroom and tried not to make too much noise as I got rid of my 'problem'

*Niall*

"Bye, mate!" I called out, waving at josh while stuffing some crisps into my mouth. He let out a laugh as he stepped out of the door.

"Bye, Nialler! I'll see ya tomorrow!" he responded, closing the door lightly behind him, I turned my attention to the gorgeous guy sitting next to me, who was staring at my bag of crisps.

"How'd you manage to finish the whole bag?" He asked in shock, reaching out for it. But I snatched it back before he could and ate another hand full, giving him a shrug and a raised eyebrow. He put his hands up in surrender and let out a little laugh. It seemed to twinkle lightly and I couldn't refrain from smiling.

"So," I said, trying to force down the crisps "What are we doing today?" I felt curiosity tug at me. Zayn had said he would take me somewhere today but he never said where. Because, unfortunately, that just wasn't Zayns thing.

"Impatient much?" he asked jokingly, poking me in the stomach with a smile gracing his face.

"Well, you never tell me stuff!" I groaned, setting down the empty bag and crossing my arms with a small pout. I childishly stuck my tongue out at him. He seemed to think for a second before grabbing my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my lips. My frown almost automatically twitched itself into a bright smile.

"I like you a lot, Niall." he smirked "See. I tell you stuff." he teased, throwing his leather jacket on, practically completing his bad boy look on the spot. I let my gaze fall over and intake his features as he threw me one of his jean jackets. "Ever been on a motorcycle, Ni?" he asked, looking pretty smug when I shook my head no. I threw on his jacket and followed him outside towards a beautiful black motorcycle parked neatly in front of the complex.

"I've had her at my dad's place forever. One of his guys dropped it off." He shrugged, settling nicely onto the machine. He looked like he belonged on it, and it made my heart flutter a bit at how perfect he fit it. I swung a leg over so I could sit behind him, not looking as graceful as he did, but he didn't need to know that. He passed me a helmet and I placed it over my blond hair hesitantly. Once I finally settled it onto my head, I gripped tightly to him as he started the motorcycle. I wasn't all too sure if I was comfortable on the thing, but I felt this relaxation settle in my as my arms wrapped around Zayn and he lurched forward with unmistakable poise. And as we rode off into the dark streets, I felt this insane feeling fill me. Adrenaline. With every red light that Zayn ignored, it rose extremely high. I wasn't aware somebody could have such a sensation by something like this. I didn't know where we were going or what we were doing but it didn't really matter. It was like nothing was going to bring me down from this high. I pulled my body closer to Zayn, if that was even possible, and bit his shoulder lightly, just to be cheeky. He didn't seem to mind, though. I was either imagining things, or he had let out a light moan. I laughed as several people flipped us off as we passed by. But I couldn't help. This feeling.. it was euphoric. Something I hadn't felt ever. He was getting further out. I saw the large letters of a motel up ahead.

"It's cheesy, yeah," he said over the wind that was wiping at us "But this was the only way we were going to get any bloody privacy." he let the motercylcle ease into a parking spot and chained it up, stuffing the key in his back pocket. "I've already called up the place. We've got five days here." he ran a hand up his quiffed hair. I bit my lip as he lead me towards room 310, where a box laid out in front of the door. Zayn opened the door with its key and carried the box in, opening it to reveal a decent amount of clothes. Some of it, unquestionably mine, along with-

"Oh god, Louis is such a perv." Zayn laughed, chucking a box of condoms at the bed. "Though, at least he's trying to help" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the bottle of lube that was set neatly at the bottom of the box. "What do you say, Leprechaun? How about we use up all this stuff." he gathered up what may or may not have been flavored condoms and fanning them out to have them on display. I felt my face heat up as I let out a slightly nervous laugh. This was going to be a long week. Still wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.

A/N: So so so sorry this took waaay too long. I was really busy and my schedule has been changing and ugh. I'm sorry I took so long to update. I haven't had time. But i'm back! and Josh DaFine is back too, like most of you dirty mofo's wanted XD I love you guys!! and please don't hesitate to make suggestions, comments, even pop a message in my inbox! I like hearing what you guys have to say :D But i'm really sorry that it was so short..