Close Quarters (zouiam)

louis

The more Louis thinks about it, the worse it gets. It’s not fair; really, he’s got to live with a fucking Greek god for eleven months. Zayn is nothing short of perfection. He’s got these bright hazel eyes; no matter what time of day it is, Louis finds himself getting lost in those eyes. They way the sun catches them, making them glow. Louis tries not to think about the way his jaw it literally sculpted from the finest marble found in mankind. It’s hard not to want to kiss every inch of Zayn’s face; the scruff that he keeps there makes Louis want to feel it against his thighs. He wants to feel every part of Zayn’s body.

Fuck- Zayn’s fucking lips. Louis has never wanted to run out and buy all the lip balm in every store, just so Zayn will stop running his tongue over them. Louis’ dick twitches every single time. He wants to sink his teeth into the full bottom lip that Zayn always has to have perfectly pouted. Zayn’s collarbones; (honestly, who the fuck finds collarbones attractive?) the way those red lips rest just in the center. The way the wings make Zayn’s chest seem so much broader. Louis has seen Zayn without a shirt four times since they’ve moved in to the house together. Louis knows it’s been four times, because he’s found himself helpless wanking off in a locked bathroom with Zayn’s name spilling from his lips.

Zayn’s body is something that angels sing about; Zayn’s body is something that only Jesus himself can take responsibility for. Yes, Louis has seen Liam’s body; he’s seen the way the skin stretches over Liam’s shoulders, over his back, and over the long torso. Liam has nothing on Zayn. Louis wants to lick down the panes of his chest, toward the dips of his abs, down toward that stupidly attractive chunky heart that’s tattooed against his hip. Louis needs to hear Zayn’s thick accent wash over his naked skin as he quotes the adjacent tattoo “Don’t think I won’t.” No, Louis prays that he does. So for the fifth time, Louis finds himself locked in the bathroom. His hand is moving fast over his achingly hard cock, he’s biting down on his bottom lip to stop the moans.

While he’s wanking in the bathroom to someone that will never want Louis, Zayn is outside relaxing in the sun with Liam. Louis was out there enjoying the sun, until Zayn had to bring himself out there. He had just woken up, through the thin material of the shorts that were hanging off of his hips; Louis’ eyes caught the outline of Zayn’s cock. It wasn’t hard, but Louis still felt his spring to life. The asshole didn’t even bother trying to put on pants as he struts around commando. Does he want to give Louis an aneurysm?

Louis hastily excuses himself, making some excuse, before practically sprinting toward the closest bathroom. His thumb slides over the leaking head as he thinks about Zayn’s arms pinning him down against the bed. The way his muscles will clench as he grips Louis’ waist just a little tighter as he fucks into Louis’ a little harder. The way Zayn’s eyes will look, the way his pupils will be blown out, taking most of the golden iris with it. Louis’ comes hard when the thinks about Zayn’s lips against his ear as Zayn tell him how good Louis feels under him.

When Louis manages to pull himself together, he opens the door to find Zayn standing right there. He’s got a smirk spread across those gorgeous lips. Louis feels his sensitive cock twitch in slight interest as he blushes down at his feet. He can feel Zayn’s eyes on him; he bites down on his lip before looking up at Zayn. Louis’ breath catches in his throat. He struggles to suppress a whimper.

“You alright, Lou?” Zayn’s voice is low, husky, and thick with a mixture of sleep and something Louis wants to say is lust. He just nods his head before slinking past Zayn’s body. He brushes by him, only long enough to feel Zayn’s body against his own, long enough to feel Zayn’s heat against his skin. Louis bites at his lip again; he thinks he needs to go lock himself in another bathroom. Zayn’s got his long fingers wrapped around Louis’ wrist before he can make his escape.