Sweet Cheat (Ziam fanfic)

Breaking point [13]

"Every Saturday night

I seem to come alive for you, baby

Santa Monica, I'm racing in the lights for you, baby

I drive fast...radio blares,

have to touch myself to pretend you're there

Your hands were on my hips,

your name is on my lips

Over over again, like my only prayer

I've got a burning desire for you, baby"

Lala del Ray- Burning Desire

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Zayn increased his pace across the parking lot, making his boots tap the asphalt faster and faster. The large black SUV with chrome detailing, gleaming in the corner of the parking lot, had Liam inside it. His eyes searched the car park for paps. Thankfully they were all at the other gate, busy thronging around Perrie.

Liam turning up at the radio station was a dangerous idea. All it takes is one camera flash, and one question mark of a photo and Zayn could be dropped from the label. Simon's warnings echoed in his head as he clenched his hands in his pockets. But he was desperate to see him. He had waited for a crumb of love for so long, so badly, it was driving him insane. Maybe this was the last chance he got to have his love back, the last chance to make him see how far he'd go for him.

The quiet panic in his head, kept increasing. With his heart beating out of his chest he hopped in to the rear seat.

" Good to see your face again Liam" Better not let Liam see that he was too nervous that day.

A hand covered in a fingerless black leather glove, reached out from the front seat. It gripped Zayn's knee firmly making contact with his skin through the rip in his jeans . It did nothing to slow down the thumping in his chest.

Liam turned in his seat and smiled, his eyes crinkling.

" Hey..." His voice was calculated and cool.

" Is that the welcome I'm getting?" Zayn asked with a weak half-smile, and grabbed his hand anyway and placed a soft kiss on his fingers. It felt warm against his lips.

" Can I come and sit in front?"

" Not till we are clear of the paps. Lay down on the back seat till I get us out of here ok?" Liam's voice was dead serious.

Zayn nodded and laid back. The smell of the leather seats and Liam's woody perfume smelt good. He admired Liam, through the gap between two front seats. His hands worked fast at the wheel and his body tensed as vehicle rotated taking the bends. His haircut was new, slick, tapered, parted neatly.

His skin was a golden tan and he was buff from daily gymming, his guns bulging under his tight white shirt.

"You can get up now"

Zayn sat up giggling. "Do I look okay?" He ruffled his thick black hair back in to shape.

"I just came out their studios and probably look like crap"

"From where I am sitting, you look fucking fantastic" Liam said. He smiled, while adjusting the mirror so his eagle eyes could roam around Zayn's body freely. His dick stirred at the sight of the beautiful boy in the rear seat.

Zayn looked down at his feet and giggled, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

" Stop it Li!" It felt good to hear Liam say this.