The Bank of Second Chances | Zarry

Chapter 10: Can You Say Awkward?

It was the perfect setting for a lazy afternoon, especially during Arlo's nap time. Zayn and Harry had taken full advantage of the quiet, sprawling comfortably on the couch and losing themselves in each other. Zayn lay back with a contented sigh as Harry's mouth worked its magic, his touch igniting every nerve ending.

Harry's movements were anything but gentle. He savagely pleasured Zayn, who was on the verge of losing himself entirely to the sensation. Harry's green eyes flashed with mischief as he looked up, smirking. Zayn's phone suddenly lit up on the coffee table, Michael's dumb smiling face flashing on the screen. Zayn let it go to voicemail, unwilling to break the spell Harry had cast over him.

But then, the phone rang again.

"Michael never calls twice," Zayn grumbled, the frustration evident in his voice. Harry didn't stop, his tongue still expertly working Zayn's length. Zayn reached for the phone, his hand trembling slightly with the effort of trying to stay composed.

"Oh, look who decided to answer. I'm surprised you and Harry aren't playing booty darts," Michael's voice rang out cheerfully, with that infuriating tone that suggested he knew exactly what they were up to.

Zayn stifled a laugh, trying to keep his voice steady. "What do you want, Michael?"

Harry looked up, catching Zayn's eye, and smirked again. Zayn shook his head, signaling Harry to stop, but Harry had other ideas. Ignoring Zayn's silent plea, he continued his assault, making Zayn's resolve crumble.

Michael rambled on, oblivious to the scene on the other end of the line. "I was just calling to see if you guys were free tonight. Maybe we could catch up over dinner or something."

Zayn was barely listening, his mind a haze of pleasure as Harry's mouth drove him closer to the edge. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it slipped out, audible enough for Michael to catch.

"Zayn, are you okay?" Michael's voice took on a teasing lilt. "You sound a bit... distracted. Don't tell me you're fooling around with Harry right now. You two never keep your hands off each other, do you?"

"We're not—" Zayn tried to deny it, but another moan escaped, this one louder and more desperate.

"Uh-huh. Sure. Let me guess, you're probably on the couch next to the baby's toys, aren't you? You two are disgusting."

Zayn hated how accurate Michael's teasing was. They were indeed surrounded by Arlo's toys, but the distraction Harry provided made it impossible to care. He was so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

Just as Zayn felt himself teetering on the edge, Michael's voice broke through the haze with an unexpected announcement. "By the way, your dad just came to the apartment. He is waiting for you."

The timing couldn't have been worse. Zayn's body tensed as he released into Harry's mouth, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Michael, catching the sound, chuckled. "But it sounds like you did too."

With no other option, Zayn hung up, letting the phone slip from his hand. He looked down at Harry, who was grinning wickedly. Harry climbed up, their lips meeting in a breathless kiss.

"My dad's at my apartment," Zayn managed to get out between gasps for air.

Harry's expression shifted from lustful bliss to instant panic. "Your dad? Now?"

"Now," Zayn confirmed, his voice still shaky. "He's waiting for me."

Harry jumped up, tossing Zayn his pants. "You've got to clean up." "Did you know he was coming?" Harry asked. No, he wasn't supposed to be here until graduation in a few days.