Angel's Mural â"‚ Ziall Horalik Mini-Fic

S I X - Were No Diffent

          Zayn’s breath caught as he stared at the lips closing in on his own. What was he supposed to do? Niall was a foot from his face! He pondered shortly in his head. Should he kiss Niall? Would he want that?

          That was why he was leaning in! Why else would be so close, look so intense, his eyes blown wide, almost no blue showing.

          So Zayn did what his instincts told him to do. He closed his eyes and gave Niall a quick peck before pulling back, the blonde boys eyes wide. “W-What are you doing?” Niall asked, pushing himself away from the docks.

          Zayn didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to do anything. He thought Niall wanted that, and now, he felt like a udder fool. He must have been dreaming that all up because Niall apparently did not want to be kissed, seeing as he face was riddled with horror, his jaw propped open.

          “I-I’m sorry, I just, I thought you’s—M’so stupid!” He cursed himself, getting up from the dock and starting to walk away, mentally smacking himself for being so naive. To think Niall would actually want to kiss him? Psh, not in a millions years.

          “Idiot,” Zayn smacked himself in the head, tracking through the soft sand of the beach.

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          Niall finally unfroze from his shocked position. Did that just happen? Had Zayn really kissed him?

          It may have been short lived and quick but hell did fireworks erupt within him. “Z-Zayn wait!” He called after the dark lad.

          Niall wasn’t sure what he was doing when he leaned in on Zayn. Maybe teasing him a bit more? Enticing him to get in? But a kiss? Yes, Niall wanted it, he just didn’t expect it, and he especially didn’t expect Zayn to be so confident as to steal said kiss.

          And for starters, it was Niall’s first kiss, and to have it stolen, only made it so much sweeter. He’d always dreamt of his first kiss being a stolen one. A unexpected kiss, ripped from him till he was left with merely a smile on his face, knowing the thief had been so determined that they seized the opportunity to take that kiss, just like Zayn had done.

          “I-I’m sorry master, I’s shouldn’t have done that.” Zayn said back, turning to face Niall, tears trickling down his face. Never had he felt so embarrassed with himself. He couldn’t believe he had done that.

          “No! I…I like it, okay?” Niall admitted, placing his hands on Zayn’s chest. “I…I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.” He blushed, smiling timidly at the slave boy, the 16 year old smiling back just as brightly.

          “Do you…Do you maybe want to try it again?” Niall asked. Zayn looked him up and down, giggling. He had just realized the man before him was still naked, pressing against him ever so slightly. “Y-Yeah,” He responded, letting Niall lead him back to the docks, were he pulled his flannel back on, buttoning a few buttons and sitting at the edge of the docks. “So…” He hummed awkwardly as Zayn sat beside him, resting his hands on his lap nervously. What if he wasn’t a good kisser? What if Niall didn’t like it?

          “Just…Don’t move?” Niall asked, biting on his lip as he tilted Zayn’s chin towards him.

          Zayn didn’t move, only closed his eyes, licking his lips and waiting the feeling of Niall’s lips pressed to his own, like a puzzle, the ones his mother would give him, carved from wood they sometimes used for a small fire at night, to keep them warm.