chance connection |2| [zarry]

twohundredseventysix

"Hi mum," Zain says sleepily.

Harry blinks, reaching for him and pressing his face between Zain's shoulder blades.

"No, nothing happened," Zain says, linking their fingers. "I didn't think you were already asleep, 's all. How are you?"

Harry drifts off again, listening to Zain humming in agreement to whatever his mother is saying.

"Just wanted to know if you could watch Freddie next week," Zain says. Harry forces himself to pay attention, squeezing Zain's hand. "Lou's gotta go to the US, I have gallery stuff and Harry'll still be working in France."

"Cool, thanks, mum," Zain says and the goes back to humming in agreement ever so often.

"What's she say," Harry asks when Zain hangs up, raising his head to let Zain kiss him.

"She says she should be able to, she's gonna see if she can switch her shifts around and or take time off," Zain yawns, scratching his cheek.

"Oh, that's nice of her," Harry says.

"Hm," Zain makes. "She said she'd be happy to come down to London. So I guess she's decided Safaa and baba can fend for themselves. You want me to ask her if she can stay here with you and Freddie?"

"You wouldn't mind?" Harry asks, his heart skipping a beat.

Zain shrugs. "I mean, I'll be gone longer than you most days probably. And if she's watching Freddie, it'll be nicer to hang out here."

"Yea," Harry says. "I can rent a car for her and we can go to Paris over the weekend if she wants."

"Woah," Zain says, smiling at Harry. "Don't go out of your way, babe, you'll be working."

Harry shrugs. "Do you think," he bites his lips. "I could ask my mum. Maybe she'd like adult company?"

Zain strokes his cheek, his eyes crinkling with his smile. Harry loves that smile.

"I'll ask, babe," he says, cupping Harry's cheek and leaning over him. "Now, we're up unreasonably early. What do you think?"

"I think I have to leave for work in half an hour," Harry says, hooking his leg around Zain. "So you'd better hurry."

"I can do that," Zain says into Harry's skin.

"I know you can," Harry grins, squeaking when Zain nips at his skin in punishment. "I mean it in the best way," he adds, laughing a bit.

"Sure you do," Zain grins back at him, a bit predatory, as he reaches for the lube. "Wanna bet you'll come way before me?"

"No bet," Harry says quickly, letting his knees fall open. Zain knew way too well what buttons to push.

Zain smirks, making Harry's stomach flutter. He loves when Zain looks as carefree as now, teasing and happy and very sexy, pillow crease on his cheek and all.

He lifts his head slightly when Zain leans down to kiss him, sighing. He always feels like he could fall apart from just Zain's lips on his, Zain's tongue brushing against his, sending sparks through him. Zain's hands, touching him, his fingers curling inside him just so, making him arch and wanting more more and for it to last forever.

"Babe," Zain says and then says nothing else, grunting as he pushes into Harry, filling him up so well.

It builds between them, easily as always, friction and the sounds of it, Zain lips on his skin, Zain's skin under his hands, the way it felt with every thrust — making Harry's toes curl and his head drop back, perfect and overwhelming and always like chasing something more.