3 Rounds Reloaded//Ziam

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Here I am updating again after reading your rather...interesting comments on the last chapter. Couldn't leave my babes just hanging like that. This chapter is rated R ;). Anyways, QOTC: what's your opinion of Pillow Talk? My Answer: I LISTEN TO IT 10 TIMES A DAY ITS AMAZING. The gif above is from what of my favorite Zayn quotes/stories of all time. If you comment below what story Zayn is telling in the gif I'll shout you out in chapter 19, I'll give you a hint; loop de loop.

So we'll piss off the neighbours

In the place that feels the tears

The place to lose your fears

Yeah, reckless behavior

A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw

Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day

Fucking you, and fighting on

It's our paradise and it's our war zone

It's our paradise and it's our war zone

Pillow Talk// Zayn

"Li....Liam...LIAM!" Zayn snapped, shaking his fiancé's arm as he tried to get his attention. Liam blinked a few times, turning to the silver haired model. Liam felt a pang of guilt deep in his stomach, almost as if he was cheating on Zayn.

"Zayn, love. What is it?" He asked gently, noticing how tense Zayn had gotten. After radio silence from Zayn, Liam's eyes caught the view out of the window and it was then that he realized they had already taken off. "Oh baby..it's going to be alright." Liam whispered, planting a kiss to the edge of Zayn's jaw. Liam was fully aware of the fact that planes and heights frightened the life out of the boy. He felt stupid for forgetting and day dreaming about Stella while his fiancé trembled in fear next to him. "Just breathe in and out, the ride will get smoother once we finish taking off.

Zayn nodded a few times, sucking in deep breath. He could feel himself on the verge of a panic attack, then one of his insane mood swings. The model began to breathe more rapidly, squeezing his eyes closed. "I-I really can't do this r-right now. " Zayn began to fiddle with his seatbelt, his breathing shallow as he tried to rise from his seat.

"Z, sit down." Liam whispered, his eyes going a bit wide as he glanced around and tried his best not to draw attention to himself and his fiancé. "Zayn Malik, sit down. Come on, it's almost over!" He whispered a bit louder. Danielle had been watching the whole event unfold as well as Harry, Niall, Louis and Stella. Liam's cheeks flushed red as his eyes caught with Stella's blue ones, her glance full of concern for Zayn and curiosity about the couple.

"I need to get off of this plane..Stop the plane!" Zayn murmured a bit louder, loud enough for all of their friends to hear. Liam groaned and grabbed the models hand, apologizing to the flight attendant that was watching them. Liam pulled a panicked Zayn into the bathroom.

"Babe, calm down." Liam whispered, placing his hands on Zayn's shoulders. "I know heights scare you but this is something else. Did you skip your medicine this morning?"

Zayn blinked a few times as he stared at Liam, nibbling at his bottom lip. Liam nodded and sighed, arching an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a no, Z how do you expect to control yourself if you can't pop a few pills like you're supposed to." Zayn frowned and rubbed at his face, avoiding Liam's eyes.

"I'm sorry that I'm being so harsh.." Liam sighed, nuzzling his nose into Zayn's neck as he began to plant kisses on the warm skin. The model began to grow less tense, melting into Liam's touch. "I'm just trying to help you relax." He hummed, gently pinning Zayn against the small bathroom wall.

Zayn's hands scrambled to unzip Liam's pants, mumbling something about the boxer helping him. The pair kissed eagerly and a bit messily, crammed into the small bathroom. "I'll relax you, just let me make you feel good." Liam breathed out, pulling down his pants and helping Zayn with his own.

"Mmmube." Zayn mumbled against Liam's lips, his tongue dragging along Liam's own. The boxer pulled away, arching an eyebrow.

"Mube?" he repeated rather confused. "Oh, lube..uh, well obviously we don't have any of that." Liam whispered, placing her hands on either side of his fiancé's face as he began to kiss him sloppily once more.

"Alright, then ill take one for the team." Zayn murmured, clearing his throat and dropping down onto his knees. As Zayn began to reach for Liam's zipper the boxer grabbed his hand, trying to stop the boy.

"Babe.." Liam began, shaking his head and nibbling at his lip. "..Y-you don't have to do that." Liam stuttered, he knew how hesitant Zayn was when it came to blow jobs.

"I want to, I love you." Zayn shook his head and slowly began to stroke Liam's already erect cock, his eyes glued to Liam's as he watched his fiancé begin to practically melt like putty in his hands. He focused, moving his right hand and creating enough friction to get Liam to grunt a bit. The model then went for it, not giving Liam much of a warning before his warm lips wrapped around the tip of Liam's stiff length.

"Oh..fuck me.." Liam groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips parted. The boxer felt as if he could have came right then and there from the feeling of his fiancé's warm, wet mouth. His head hung back as Zayn began to increase the speed of him bobbing his head. Zayn's slick tongue worked it's way over certain veins in Liam's rather large cock.

"Like that.." Liam whispered as Zayn began to deep throat a sizable amount. Liam was huge, there was no doubt about that so Zayn trying his best was pretty damn good. "Baby, right there." He whispered, lacing his fingers in Zayn's silvery locks. The boxer began to guide Zayn's head, pushing him further down almost to the point of Zayn's nose touching his own stomach. Zayn's eyes began to water as he gagged on Liam's cock. Zayn pulled away and coughed a bit, blinking back the tears that over took his sight. He felt like shit, his vision was blurred, his throat was on fire and he had an embarrassing amount of spit and pre cum on his chin and shirt. Zayn glanced up at Liam, content with watching his fiancé crumble under the pleasure.

Zayn took a deep breath, wrapping his lips around Liam's cock once more as his sunk back down on Liam's cock, his eyes closing. Liam then began to hold onto Zayn's hair, pushing his head back and fourth. Zayn hummed against Liam's cock, his eyes tearing up a bit again as he struggled not to gag. "O-oh.." Liam groaned, cumming straight into Zayn's warm mouth.

Zayn slowly pulled away, his eyes squinting as he forced himself to swallow the salty substance. He then wiped the rest off his chin and stood up, buttoning his pants and clearing his throat. Liam opened his eyes slowly, getting fully dressed. "I love you babe, I'm sorry." He murmured feebly, taking Zayn's face in his hands as he apologized for his sudden outburst without any warning.

Zayn nodded sheepishly, watching as Liam used his thumb to wipe away the rest of his cum from the corner of his fiancé's pink lips. Zayn leaned in for a kiss, pouting as Liam pulled away from Zayn's advance.

"Like I said, I love you baby, but please wash up. I'll see you outside." Liam pecked Zayn's forehead and exited the bathroom. As he walked out Liam caught Stella's icy gaze. They locked eyes once again for a fleeting few seconds. She flashed Liam a small dimpled smile, glancing back down at the magazine In her hands.

Liam shook his head and sighed, walking back over to his seat, nervously chuckling at the looks he got from his friends.

As Zayn walked out, about five minutes later he felt a bit more refreshed and way calmer. The boy even smiled upon realizing that they were in fact in the air and now he was partially part of the mile high club and over his fear of flying.