Loners || Ziam AU

Chapter Ten

Dedication: talabama for voting, thanks love!

Same Zayn, same.

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Lips were smacking against each other passionately, only separating for a split second. In that limited amount of time, Liam fondled with the buttons of Zayn's shirt, pulling it off of the boy's torso with an impatient smile. Now, they both were simply in boxers, which were dripping with precum, already. Without another thought, they reattached their mouths again, tongues roaming around freely. Hands did the same, examining each other's bodies in innocence. Liam smirked through the kiss, as he squeezed Zayn's arse tightly, causing a moan to stumble through their sealed lips. Almost instinctively, hips jutted down against each other, illuminating the darkened room, with their lustful whimpers and uneven breaths.

"Mm, Zayn," Liam rolled out the name, as he thrusted against the boy. However, a sense of confusion filled Liam's mind, as he watched as the other began licking around his face. See, Liam was not sure if this was some sort of kink or something, but he knew one thing. It was weird and he did not like it. As the action continued, as well as Liam's awareness, his eyes suddenly fluttered open. He stared up surprisingly at the dog, who was sprawled over his body, with his long tongue flickering all over Liam's face, slobbering the skin with spit.

"Loki!" Liam groaned, as he plucked the dog off of him, and leaned over, placing the animal in the floor. The pet whined, while attempting to climb back on the bed. Liam shook his head and scratched behind the dog's ear, "Go to mum, we can't shower together today." Loki frowned at that, brown eyes saddening, causing a pool of guilt to jumble at Liam's stomach. "'M sorry buddy, but not right now, okay? I've got some...things to take care of." He explained awkwardly, while lightly pushing the animal towards the doorway. Loki obliged and ran out of the room, and down the stairs instead.

Liam exhaled relievedly, while plucking up the blankets from his legs. His face scrunched up, once seeing the tent poking up. He groaned, while pushing himself off of the bed and wandering towards the bathroom with a flushed face, despite no one knowing of his problem, besides him. Still, just the thought of having a wet dream that involved Zayn, kinda made his mind wander back to Niall's question.

Who did he like: Zayn or Carson? He spent most of yesterday thinking about that, and was still unsure of his answer. Was the dream some sort of hint? It could be, but just because Liam wanted to fûck Zayn, didn't mean that he would want to date him. Just that he was sexually attracted to him.

But, it wasn't like he didn't want to date Zayn either. The boy was adorable and simply amazing, despite his moodiness at times. He was like that cute girlfriend on her period. Yet, Carson didn't seem that flawed either. But, he was popular and Liam didn't know him that well, considering they've only had a few short conversations.

And now he was confusing himself again.

Both guys were great in their own ways, and Liam was helplessly smitten with both. But, how would he know who he actually liked?

Liam slumped his shoulders at that, while placing the thought at the back of his mind. For now, his main priority was getting rid of this boner, which was practically stabbing at his thigh. So, he quickly slid the boxers down his legs and yanked the stained tee shirt off of his head, dropping the clothes on the tiled floor below him. Liam quickly stumbled into the shower, the cold water rinsing down his shivering body, causing his hair to raise, while his fingers narrow towards his penis.

After quickly relieving himself and washing his hair thoroughly until the scent of honey radiated off of the locks, Liam finally stepped out of the tub. His body relaxed as he wrapped the fuzzy towel around his waist, while he began to near the sink. His hands clenched the side of the counter, as he leaned in closer to the mirror. His eyes wandered all over his body, only pausing suddenly at his chest. His lips curled into a vibrant smile, as his fingers trickled against the small pieces of hair that poked out from between his biceps. He puffed out his torso; he was finally a man. And now that he was finally grown up, what better time than to spray some manly cologne on?