One Direction Smut

Liam x Zayn - My Muse

It was about four in the morning when Liam heard a loud clatter from his roommate's bedroom. The sound had snapped the light sleeper awake at an instant. "Fuck!" He heard a male's voice swear from down the hall.

Glancing at the time, Liam got up and tossed on a pair of sweatpants on the way as he walked down the hall to the room that caused the disturbance in his sleep. Sure enough, the light was one as it made itself known from the crack near the floor.

Liam knocked on the door, earning another swear from his roommate. "Zayn?" Liam called, his hand reaching down for the doorknob and turning it. "No--! Wait--!" He heard his roommate protest, but it was too late. The sight brought the older man to a shocked, flustered state.

All around him were paintings of himself. All in different art forms, positions, clothing, places. Some were on the ground, meaning that must've been what had caused the loud noise. Liam's gaze turned to Zayn who had a deep blush coating his face while his head was held in shame. His body was tense and the blush spread from his face to his ears and tattooed collarbones.

"Liam, I-- I can explain," Zayn mumbled, unable to turn his gaze from the ground to face his band mate. Liam waited on the explanation, but it never came. Both boys were too flustered to say anything. That was until Liam's eyes landed on a certain painting.

The boy pushed some of the other paintings off to lift it in his hands and see it. Liam felt his heart skip a beat as his eyes swept over the painting that caught his eye. The picture that was presented in a realistic art from was Liam and Zayn seeming to share a kiss with a gorgeous sunset of some sort of city behind them. Liam wore a button up white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his arrows tattoo on display. He wore tan khaki pants that were cut off at around the crotch as the canvas ended there. His hands were rested on Zayn's hips. Zayn wore a plain black T-shirt and what looked like black skinny jeans, his left hand on Liam's hip, the other rested delicately on Liam's cheek.

The Wolverhampton boy couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't creeped out despite the idea of his best friend painting such an intimate thing, he was flattered. Liam had always found Zayn quite attractive. I mean, who couldn't? The man was absolutely gorgeous.

Liam always had taken a deep admiration in Zayn, but he never thought he'd ever felt the same. The painting and the flustered look on his face only proved his point.

When he looked up, Zayn hadn't moved an inch or made the slightest effort to. So, he decided to be the first to say something, "Zayn," Liam said softly, making the Bradford boy glance up from the floor before securing his eyes back to the ground. Unsatisfied by this silent response, Liam set down the painting against the wall and walked over to him, making sure he didn't step on any of the masterpieces scattered on the floor.

The boys were now standing close, less than two feet apart from the other. Liam felt his heart pounding in his chest as he gently placed his now trembling hands on Zayn's shoulders. Zayn hesitantly looked up, giving Liam the exact same look puppies gave their owners when they did something wrong.

'Fuck it,' Liam thought to himself before his hands slid up to that back of Zayn's neck and pulled him forward so their lips connected. The kiss lasted barely a second or two, but to the two boys, it felt longer. When the older boy pulled back to see if Zayn hadn't liked what he'd done, he nearly choked on his own oxygen when the man reconnected their lips, his hands moving to cup Liam's face.

The kiss was gentle yet passionate, as if the two were testing the waters to see if the other liked it or not, but it was clear to themselves that they liked it a lot. Zayn was the one to take the big leap, he slid his tongue over Liam's lower lip, asking for entry. Liam let out a soft moan before parting his lips, letting Zayn have a taste.