the zone ➸ ziam [completed]

nine.

Zayn lets out a small groan as he blinks his eyes again and again. It's bright in the room and it's hurting Zayn's eyes. He thinks about maybe going back to sleep but the distinct smell of breakfast makes his stomach growl.

He lets out a sigh before sitting up and looking around Liam's room. He's alone, which would of course explain the smell of food wafting into the room.

He gets up and heads into the bathroom right across from Liam's room. He relieves himself before washing his face and sloshing a mouth full of minty mouth wash around in his mouth.

When he's done, he heads down the hall and stops at the doorway of the kitchen. He lets out a little cough to get Liam's attention, the older man turning his head to look at Zayn, grinning.

"You're finally up. I made breakfast if you want any?" Liam says, pointing towards the stack of pancakes and pan of scrambled eggs with his spatula.

Zayn nods and murmurs thank you before grabbing a plate and putting two pancakes on it, forgoing eggs. He takes a seat at the kitchen table, reaching for the syrup already on the table.

"You alright?" Liam asks him when he heads over to set Zayn's glass of orange juice on the table.

"Yeah, just a bit tired still." Zayn replies.

Liam hums but doesn't say anything, just heads back into the kitchen to fix his own plate of food.

"Kind of want to talk to you about last night, if that's alright." Liam says after letting a few minutes of silence between them pass by.

Zayn looks up from his plate, startled out of his daze of forking pieces of pancake into his mouth.

"What about it?" Zayn asks softly. He thinks he's going to talk about Zayn being alone with Ethan, which gets Zayn nervous because he wasn't really planning on telling the older man about the kiss they shared.

Liam shrugs his shoulders, swallowing his mouthful of eggs.

"The sex we had."

Zayn looks up at him with wide eyes, which furrow in confusion because he doesn't really understand what Liam wants to talk about. Was it not good? Does he not want to do this anymore?

"You know, about me spanking you and restricting your hands from touching."

Zayn blushes at Liam's words, looking down at his pancakes and biting his lip. "Okay."

Liam sighs and Zayn picks up his head just in time to see Liam run his hand down his face. "I'm sorry about just springing that on you like that. Like, I should've asked."

"It's fine. I liked it."

Liam looks up at him and Zayn tries his hardest to not think about how flushed his cheeks must be. "Yeah? You like that kind of stuff?"

Zayn fumbles a bit with his words before just shrugging his shoulders, "I mean, I've never been spanked before or told not to touchbut I liked it last night so."

"You think you'd be interested in that type of sex often though?" Liam asks, his voice strong as he looks at Zayn, completely forgetting about his half full plate in front of him.

"Um- I don't-"

"I enjoy BDSM."

Zayn's mouth shuts and he tries not to widen his eyes in surprise at Liam's blunt words he interrupted Zayn with. "Oh."

"Do you know what that is?" Liam asks curiously, his head tilted to the side just a bit.

Zayn bites his bottom lip before shrugging, "I've heard of it before, not to familiar with all of it really."