𝑍𝐼𝐴𝑀 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆☁︎

11. Golden Hour (Part 3)

This chap was in draft and I thought it was posted. Lol.

Mature content ahead!
Enjoy!

There has been a few moments in Liam's life where he has found himself in complete loss of anything to say or do, this is probably the most extreme out of all of them. He's painfully aware of his naked torso, his semi in his shorts and the fact that a annoyingly hot man is lying only an arm-length away from him.

"'So.." Liam manages to speak out into the silence.

Zayn pushes up onto his elbows and looks directly at him, a few strands of his dark hair falling over his brow.

"So? Are you throwing me out?" The question takes Liam completely by surprise and his eyes widen.

"No. I'm not".

"Oh, so you want me to stay?" Zayn's voice still sounds defensive. Liam opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He doesn't know what he wants. Or maybe, very deep down, he knows exactly what he'd like but it's just too outrageous to say out loud. Liam decides to take Zayn's dumb look as a yes.

"Do you actually top?" he asks, oblivious to the bluntness of the question.

"Do I what?" The younger boy's brain can't keep up, Liam just ran his fingers through that messy hair of his.

"In bed. Do you top?" Zayn licks his lips as he finishes his sentence and Liam realises just how hard it is to breathe in here, even if the window is open.

"I haven't been with a guy" he mutters quietly, not wanting to get caught in a lie, now or in the future.

His own honesty making his cheeks flush in bright red.

"I figured" Zayn responds, but his voice is soft this time, sweet. It doesn't indicate any judgement or teasing. Liam doesn't know what to say to that, so he just gets up on his feet and makes his way over to the sofa, picking his shirt up from the floor on the way there.

"Do you think Alex has really broken down on the highway?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Liam focuses on turning his shirt the right way around instead of looking at his company.

"Maybe Louis was hoping something would happen between us if we were left alone?" Zayn's words makes Liam stop what he's doing, shirt still in his hands and eyebrows tightly scrunched together.

Would he do that? Is this all some kind of prank? Is Louis trying to help? As all these questions speed through Liam's brain, Zayn stand up and leans against the wall next to the windows.

"Nah.." Liam finally says, there's not a chance. He looks at Zayn, curious if he actually believes this crazy theory himself or not.

"You're probably right. If I remember correctly, you made it very clear that you don't dare to kiss me" Zayn smirks a little, his eyes trailing over the pink marks on Liam's arms that he left there.

Liam watches him, carefully. Zayn is playing a game he doesn't quite understand. Does Zayn actually find him attractive too? When the younger boy lets out a sigh, as someone who has given up, Zayn has decided.

He lets his shirt fall out of his grip and drop to the floor once more, before taking three long steps in Liam's direction. As he arrives, so close to Liam that he can hear that the other man is holding his breath, he puts one hand against the wall on the left side of his head and leans in. This time it's not some magnetic force, it's 100% him, pressing his lips softly but firmly against Liam's pink ones.

It. Is. Brilliant. Liam immediately melts into the kiss, loving the taste of the Wolverhampton boy on his tongue. He's not alone, Liam let's out a very satisfied hum and throws his arms around the Bradford boy's neck, padding the soft skin there with his fingertips. Then he opens his mouth and lets Zayn's tongue in, deepening the kiss even more. Zayn can't think about anything else but Liam as both of his hands land on his hips, squeezing gently and rubbing the soft skin.