Once in a lifetime

Chapter 21 Lazy

While Harry ate his ice cream and Zayn the rest of snacks he brought, they had one of those random conversations they usually had. Zayn told him about all this art collections and how he sold them, having now just pictures of the paintings. Harry told him about few drafts he had written since they met and when Zayn requested to see them, he said he was too sleepy to look for them, but Zayn knew he was just embarrassed, so he didn't push. He knew better, as an artist himself he wasn't one to force people to show their work if they didn't feel comfortable enough to share.

At some point it was made clear they both were ready to sleep so they got up and went to the bathroom. Harry grabbed his toothbrush and offered Zayn a new one he always had available.

"Dunno why I've always kept one, is not like I have many people staying over. In fact, I never have people staying over. Lou and Ni don't count, they are not people."

"What are they then, babe?"

"They are twats. M' joking. It's been ages since they stayed last. Lou is full time with Ele and same Ni with Shawn, but I get it, y'know. They have their couples, they ought to be there for them."

"That's kind of you but a bit lonely too. Well, now you have me, yeah? I'll stay as much as you want me, or we can go to my place and have sleepovers and eat ice cream and get manis and pedis."

"Shuddup. That'd be interesting though. M' up for a nice relax session anytime."

"Yeah? Well, me too. Now let's get to bed."

"Thought you'd never ask."

"To sleep, Styles. S' very late."

"Joykiller."

"Whatever you say, babe. Go." Zayn said, slapping Harry's ass, earning himself a giggle from him.

"Okay, but m' a cuddler. Actually, I like being the little spoon, so spoon me."

"Bossy, aren't we?" Zayn mentioned, though he did accommodate Harry to be the little spoon.

"Supposed you had it figured out by now, baby."

"I figured. I was just stating facts, I didn't figure it out just now." Harry laughed and pinched Zayn's thigh.

"Sleep. Now." Zayn ordered, snuffling Harry's hair.

He woke up to an increasing warmth on his lower limbs. What the fuck? He was still half asleep, but the feeling of a wet calid tongue around his cock woke him up completely.

"Oh fuck, babe. For how long have you been at it? How the fuck is my dick starting without me?"

"Uhm" Harry moaned, letting go of Zayn's dick with a pop kind of noise, "A while. It was amazing seeing how I could get you this hard even when sleeping. I felt a bit needy, so I wanted to give you the proper good mornings. Hope I didn't overstep."

"Overstep? Hell no. M' staying more often if this is what I'll wake up to. You mind getting back at it?"

"Happy to oblige." He licked Zayn's cock up and down, hyper aware of the fact he loved sucking dick. Not just any, though. Zayn's. Harry had tried it before when he was younger and definitely wasn't the same. Has to be with the right one, someone said somewhere. Never truer words were spoken.

When Zayn came, he swallowed it all again. There was just something in drinking Zayn up, like a small part of him was staying inside of Harry. What a weird notion. He wanted to have him always inside.

"Ooof, babe. You are great at this. And you said you hadn't done it for a while, yeah?"

"Years, yeah. I...Dunno. It didn't feel right back then, y'know? Like...I liked snogging men, yet..."