Color My Senses Cherry Red

Chapter 16

After spending most of the day in front of the telly cuddling and kissing, talking and laughing, they eventually clean up their mess, taking the dirty plates and mostly empty boxes into the kitchen. Liam does most of the cleaning up while Zayn hops onto the kitchen table and watches him.

When Liam is done, he washes his hands and wipes them on a towel, then turns to Zayn and gives him a smile. He comes over to stand between his legs, sliding his hands onto the Zayn's hips and looking into his eyes.

"Do you call this helping me clean up, hm?"

Zayn grins. "I was offering you moral support or something."

Liam arches an eyebrow. "Oh really? Is that what you're doing? And I thought you were just sitting here, looking pretty. My bad."

He gives him a grin and tilts his head, looking at him adoringly. "Hi," he murmurs after a moment.

"Hey," Zayn says back, giving him a sweet smile. He pulls Liam closer and wraps both arms and legs around him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. Liam looks back into his eyes and reaches up to brush his hair back.

Zayn smiles and closes his eyes when Liam leans in to kiss him again, longer this time. He sighs contentedly, sliding his hands up under Liam's shirt and stroking his back slowly, then traces the dimples in Liam's lower back before shoving his hands down Liam's pants and cupping his bare arse. He smiles against the other man's lips as he squeezes it gently, and Liam makes a soft unconscious sound in his throat.

The kiss grows deeper and more passionate within seconds and it doesn't take long for him to feel his cock stir in his boxers. Liam is hard as well; his bulge pressing insistently into Zayn's. He pushes his hips forward and bites Liam's bottom lip teasingly as he squeezes his arse again.

Liam breaks the kiss a second later and looks at Zayn with dark eyes, breathing heavily. He tugs on his t-shirt and tugs it over his head, then presses his palm to Zayn's naked chest as he gently pushes him down onto the table. Zayn licks his lips and looks up at Liam, flushing a little under his intense gaze. Liam's looking down at him admiringly, trailing his fingers down Zayn's chest, tracing a couple of his tattoos with a light brush of his fingertip.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Liam murmurs, shaking his head incredulously. Zayn feels a soft flutter in his stomach at the compliment. Liam leans forward and trails his lips across Zayn's collarbone, sucking a faint mark into his skin. His hands move down Zayn's sides while his lips travel down his body, leaving no inch of his skin unkissed. Zayn's eyes flutter closed and he sinks his fingers into Liam's hair, soft, breathy moans escaping his lips when Liam's teeth graze his skin.

Liam's fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and pull them down; Zayn lifts his hips so Liam can tug them down entirely. He's naked on the kitchen table in front of Liam who's still completely dressed and he doesn't know why but there's something incredibly sexy about that. He feels kind of vulnerable while Liam towers above him. He meets Liam's eyes, blushing yet again when Liam looks at him intently; desire written all across his face.

"Damn," he murmurs, following the curve of Zayn's hips with his fingertips. He brushes them over Zayn's cock, making the latter's eyes close again as he arches up into the touch desperately. Zayn lets out a disappointed sigh when Liam lets go of him, and his brow furrows when he opens his eyes and Liam is gone. He pushes himself up on his hands, looking around in confusion.

"Uh. Liam?"

He pushes himself into a sitting position and is about to hop off the table when Liam comes back into the room, shirtless. He closes the distance between them with two steps and is back between Zayn's legs a second later.