Playing the part (Ziam)

Chapter 34: Paynes Punishment

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Zayn didn't waste a second. He grabbed Liam by the front of his shirt and shoved him against the wall, his lips crashing against Liam's with enough force to steal his breath.

"So you think I'm bad at darts, huh?" Zayn growled against Liam's lips, his hands roaming up Liam's chest.

Liam smirked, breath hitching. "Well, you did miss like six shots—"

Zayn silenced him with another kiss, his hands sliding lower. "We'll see how much shit you talk after this," Zayn murmured, his voice dropping into something dark and promising.

"Big words, Malik," Liam quipped, his smirk unwavering. "You gonna back 'em up, or just—"

Zayn pulled back, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, I'll back 'em up. Four rounds worth, at least. Don't worry—by the time I'm done, you won't be able to fucking walk, let alone talk."

Three Hours Later

It was a massacre. Four rounds of intensity left both men sprawled out on the bed, sweaty, breathless, and entirely too pleased with themselves.

"Regret calling me bad at darts now?" Zayn asked, his voice hoarse as he stretched out beneath Liam.

Liam, who was straddling Zayn's hips and barely upright, gave him a smug look. "I dunno, mate. Felt pretty good to me. Maybe you're compensating for your shit aim."

"Fuck off," Zayn muttered, though his lips twitched in amusement.

Liam laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to Zayn's temple. "Admit it—you love me," he teased.

Zayn scoffed. "Keep dreaming, Payne."

Liam grabbed his phone from the nightstand, looking down at Zayn, who had already started to drift off. He couldn't resist. Zayn looked too peaceful, his face half-buried in the pillow, his bare back exposed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

Grinning, Liam snapped a picture.

Then, because he had no sense of self-preservation, he opened Twitter and posted it with the caption:
"Reckon darts aren't his only weak spot, but we'll keep that between us, yeah? 🖤"

Within minutes, his notifications exploded.

Twitter Chaos

Fan 1: YOU DID NOT JUST POST THIS.
Fan 2: WHY IS ZAYN NAKED? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US?
Fan 3: "Keep that between us" my arse, Liam. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
Harry: What the fuck did I just wake up to?
Louis: Liam, delete this before I come up there and kick your ass.
Niall: I'm not even surprised anymore. But also, bring me coffee.

Liam couldn't stop laughing as the comments rolled in. The lads' group chat was even worse.

Harry: LIAM WTF IS THAT POST? WHY IS ZAYN NAKED?
Louis: Payne, you're dead to me. Also, we're telling management.
Niall: Anyone else feel like they walked into a fanfic? No? Just me?
Liam: Relax, it's just a back.
Louis: "JUST A BACK"?! THAT'S ZAYN'S BARE FUCKING BACK YOU NUTTER.
Harry: And his hand is ON ZAYN.
Niall: Lowkey hot, though.
Harry: Niall, what the fuck?!

Back in the Room

"Oi, Payne," Zayn mumbled groggily, finally waking up.

Liam hummed, setting his phone down. "Morning, sleepyhead. Have a good nap?"

Zayn sat up slowly,blinking at Liam.
"What the fuck are you grinning about?"

"Nothing", Liam said innocently, though his face betrayed him.

Zayn narrowed his eyes, his gut instinct kicking in. "What did you do?"

Before Liam could respond, Zayns phone buzzed on the nightstand. Grabbing it, Zayn squinted at the screen, his Jaw dropping as he saw the tweet. "Liam Payne"

Liam burst out laughter, doubling over on the bed. "couldn't resist Mate! Your back just looked so presentable.

You posted a picture of my Naked Fucking back? Zayn asked incredulously, his face torn between fury and disbelief.

"To be fair Liam, say, wiping tears of laughter  from his eyes "I didn't Say it  was you"

Zayn scrolled through the comments, his face growing redder by the second "you tagged me you absolute wanker "

Details, Liam said, with a dismissive wave.

Zayn set his phone down, glaring at Liam. You're so dead

Liam still laughing, leaned over to the kiss Zayn on the cheek "worth it"