Practice and Pacifiers (Zarry Fanfic) (Boyxboy)

Prologue

A/N- I know it's been a while but with surgery and catching up with school work, it's been hard. I apologize.

Zayn could remember the day like it was yesterday.

It was the day of their companies last performance of the season and they were all celebrating after a fantastic final show and season.

Zayn had a few too many drinks and was dancing with his friend, nearly falling all over each other, giggling madly as he slipped away to go back to the bar.

He was leaning against the bar, shamelessly flirting with the hot bartender to get a free drink when someone's hand had found it's way to the small of his back and he heard the deep, loud voice behind him.

"One vodka tonic and whatever he wants." the guy said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Zayn rose an eyebrow and turned around to look at the man, eyes widening when he was met with a very attractive, curly haired guy.

Zayn grinned and ordered his own drink, taking the man's offer for the free drink before turning back around.

"So, what's your name?" Zayn asks, putting a hand on his chest, staring up at him.

"Harry, and yours gorgeous?" The guy, Harry, replies with the same smirk, a dimple indented on his cheek.

"Zayn." he replies, biting his lip, a small smile on his lips.

The two got their drinks and downed them quickly, heading to the dance floor, Harry's arm around Zayn's waist now.

Once they were on the dance floor, Zayn immediately pressed his back against Harry's chest and started grinding his hips back, reaching his arm back to curl around the back of Harry's neck as Harry had his hands on Zayn's hips, grinding against him as he mouthed at his neck.

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"So babe, your place or mine?" Harry eventually whispered into Zayn's ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

Zayn hummed, responding that they could go to his because it was only two blocks away which Harry quickly agreed, leading them to the entrance.

They quickly caught a cab, not wanting to walk in the nippy weather, where Zayn quickly straddled Harry's lap, grinding against him as he pressed their lips together in a steamy kiss, only pulling apart to pay the driver and get out, running up to the front door, giggling as he fumbled with his keys, Harry standing behind him, hands on his waist and kissing his neck.

Once Zayn finally unlocked the door and pushed it open, they stumble in, Harry shutting the door and pressing Zayn against it, kissing him roughly.

Harry's hands find their way to Zayn's arse, squeezing it roughly, Zayn whining into the kiss.

"Jump." Harry mumbles against his lips, Zayn quickly obeying, wrapping his legs around Harry's waist, his arms around his neck as they continue to kiss, Harry blindly walking into the house, trying to find the bedroom.

Once he found the door, he swung it open, kicking it shut behind him as he continued to kiss Zayn, sitting down on the edge of the bed, Zayn moving his legs to straddle his thighs.

Zayn pulls away from the kiss to pull his shirt off, quickly tugging on Harry's shirt until he lifted his arms to pull his off as well.

Zayn slides off Harry's lap, spreading his legs before sitting on his knees between Harry's spread legs.

He quickly goes to Harry's jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly, pulling them off when Harry lifted his hips, allowing him to do so.

Zayn looked up at Harry innocently as he leant forward, kissing his length over his boxers, mouthing over it, creating wet spots on the material before pulling them down, nearly moaning at the sight of Harry's long cock.   He quickly takes him in his mouth, sucking on the head, Harry's hand finding its way to Zayn's hair, groaning softly as he sunk down farther, getting a pace before bobbing his head faster, deep throating Harry's dick.

"Fuck." Harry groans, bucking his hips slightly, causing Zayn to gag slightly and pull away, mouthing at his cock again, humming.

"Come up here. Wanna eat you out." Harry mumbles, gently pulling Zayn back up, kissing him roughly before pulling away.

"Hands and knees babe." he says with one last peck, moving to sit behind Zayn as he pulls his jeans and boxers off and gets on his hands and knees quickly, arching his back, presenting himself to Harry, head hanging between his shoulders, gasping as he felt Harry lick over his hole.

"F-fuck." Zayn whines, dropping down to his elbows, pushing back against Harry's tongue as it pushes into his hole, both hands on his arse, spreading him as he licks him open, one hand moving to push a finger into him, Zayn's breath hitching I'm his throat.

Once Harry thought Zayn was stretched enough, he pulls away, Zayn whining in protest.

"Lube and condom?" Harry asks, looking down at Zayn, who points to his bedside table, grabbing the half used bottle and condom, quickly pouring some over his length, stroking himself as he lines himself up with Zayn's hole, slowly pushing in.

Both Harry and Zayn moan loudly as he continues to sink in Zayn's tight heat.

Harry stays still once he's fully seated inside Zayn, waiting for Zayn to whine softly that he can move, finding as pace before he starts pounding into him, both groaning and moaning loudly.

"Fuck, I'm close." Harry groans, Zayn moaning in agreement, Harry's hand reaching to wrap around Zayn's length, jerking him off in time with his thrusts, groaning as he cums inside Zayn, Zayn cumming soon after.

Harry takes a few deep breaths before pulling out, pulling the condom off, tying it off and tossing it towards where he saw the garbage upon first entering the room.

He looks at Zayn to see him already asleep, rolled onto his back, away from the wet spot on the bed, shrugging and getting up, pulling his clothes on and walking out.

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Zayn woke up the next morning, cold and naked with a major headache. He groans and rolls over, grimacing at the crusty spot on his bed, opening his eyes to see the dried cum on his bed. His mind is flooded with images from last night and he gets up with a grunt, heading to the bathroom when he stepped on something. He looks down, moving his foot to see a condom thrown haphazardly near the garbage, with a dried white puddle.

His eyes widen as he stares at it, closing his eyes and silently praying it has just spilt out and there wasn't a hole.

He quickly discards the condom and cleans up the cum off the floor before showering and starting on laundry.

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Soon enough, one day while he was at practice a few days later, early in the morning, he feels sick.

He chalks it up to just not eating breakfast that morning because he was running late.

He goes to the doctor a few days later when it doesn't go away, and that's when he found out with his son Austin.

A/N- Yes? No? Maybe?