Zustin - A new start

Not a stick coach

Justin's POV

"FUCK!" I'm jolted awake by Zayn's scream.

"What the hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What's wrong?" I gasp, catching my breath.

"My ass and back are killing me. I can barely walk, you absolute idiot," he groans, attempting to sit up.

"Boohoo, now you know how I've felt for months," I tease him, though I actually feel a little guilty.

"That was the first and last time that's ever happening," he mutters, wincing as he stands. "This is brutal."

"Oh, we'll see about that once you're healed up. I don't think I've ever heard you come that loud," I say with a smirk, going over to help him up and kissing his cheek. "Good boy."

"Fuck you," he mutters, clearly bitter.

When we get to school, Zayn's doing his best not to limp, but it's painfully obvious. People are staring, nudging each other, and whispering with smirks on their faces. I ignore it, trying to shield him a bit as we struggle up the stairs to the cafeteria.

Spotting the gang at a table, I take Zayn's hand and guide him over. The table goes quiet, everyone looking at us with raised eyebrows. I pull out a chair, and Zayn lowers himself into it, grimacing as he sits. "Fucking hell," he mutters under his breath.

We all sit in silence until Louis breaks it, snapping his fingers at Liam. "You owe me moneyyyyyy," he says, smirking.

"Thanks a lot, Zayn. You just cost me twenty bucks," Liam grumbles, shoving the bill into Louis's outstretched hand.

"What the hell are you on about?" Zayn scowls, still wincing.

"We bet on whether you'd finally let Jay bang you last night or not," Louis says, waving the bill in Zayn's face. "And you, my good sir, just got me some McDonald's money," he adds, looking pleased as a kid on Christmas.

"Y'all are sick," Zayn mutters, looking a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Zayn," Kendall chimes in, grabbing candy from Niall's stash. "It was about damn time. I was getting tired of listening to Justin describe every single detail of how he'd act if you ever let him do it."

Zayn glances at me, and I just shrug, playing innocent. "No idea what she's talking about." I lean in to kiss his cheek, and surprisingly, he lets me.

The bell rings, and we all scatter.

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Zayn's POV

The school day's over, and though my ass and back still ache, it's not as brutal as this morning. I manage as I head toward soccer practice with Liam, Niall, and Louis.

"Dude, how are you gonna manage practice today?" Liam snickers, clearly amused by my predicament.

"Liam. I had a big fucking cock up my ass yesterday. If I can handle that, I can handle kicking a ball." The words slip out before I realize what I'm saying, and we all burst into laughter—I never talk about my sex life with Justin.

We get to practice, where Coach is going over strategies. After warming up, we regroup to split into teams. But as we start, Coach eyes me, looking annoyed. "Malik, what the hell's wrong with you? Why are you running like you've got a stick up your ass?"

The team erupts in quiet laughter.

"Not a stick Coach. Pretty sure his boyfriend got lucky last night," Sean quips, grinning, and I resist the urge to strangle him.

"Shut up Sean," Liam says, shoving him lightly.

"Oh. Well, Zayn," Coach clears his throat, looking caught between professionalism and... something else. "You do what you want with your life, but don't, uh... engage in activities that leave you barely able to run right before an important game. Got it?"

"Got it, Coach," I mumble, feeling my face heat up.

Practice goes better than expected. I'm not running at my usual speed, but I manage to score once, doing decently despite the soreness.

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New text message to Justin

Zayn: hey babe im done with practice, heading home now. Need me to pick up anything from the store? I'm going anyways I need some new notebooks.

Justin: buy me chipssssssss. and chocolate. Oh and sour patch kids pls 🫶🏻

Zayn: are you on your period?

Justin: fuck off 🙄 How was practice?

Zayn: it was alright. Still hurted like a bitch but I pushed through, scored once so that's something at least.

Justin: ofc you did. You're very good with balls. 😏

Zayn: you suck

Zayn: don't say anything about sucking dick

Justin: you know me so well 🥹 just hurry home, papa is hungry

Zayn: don't ever call yourself papa again then I'll never come back home