Sex Lessons |z.h.|

10

"Why are we here?" Niall asked stupidly, staring at the raven haired man in front of his eyes. He looked a bit too relaxed and way too smug with that stupid smirk on his pink lips and the piercings in his ear and nose glinting in the sunlight. The blonde could feel his fists clenching by his sides as those hazel eyes with a golden speck in them just did a once-over at Niall's attire, nodding his head approvingly after wards. 

Niall rolled his eyes, turning his gaze to stare at the nasty looking tattoo parlor they were sitting in. The wide window panel at least allowed some natural sunlight to come inside and with Zayn sitting right beside the window, it reflected off of him almost the way it did with those actors one sees in romantic movies. 

"To get a tattoo." Zayn smiled at the confused blonde, his eyebrows furrowing when he took in the blonde's dress once again. Way too covered and concealed. And if there was one thing Zayn knew about Niall, it was just that the blonde did not like wearing such clothes, he was the type of person to wear revealing clothes and somehow, he even managed to give his extremely short skirts and crop tops a very classy appeal. He didn't dare question the change in the sudden dressing sense, not wanting to start another fight and have the blonde run away. He was going to be sneaky here, let Niall trust him enough and open up to him all by himself. 

"Is there any part of your body which is not covered in any ink?" The Irishman raised an amused eyebrow, picking up a glossy magazine that was lying on the table in front of them as they waited for somebody to take them inside and get over and done with the tattoo his companion so desperately wanted to get. 

When he had called Zayn, asking for them to meet up, he never expected them to meet at some public place. They were always there in the Pakistani's house and as confusing as this sounds, Niall preferred the four walls of the house better than this air conditioned tattoo parlor with really soft seats but really disgusting brown walls. He wished they would've have spent generously on the painting and mending of the tiles as they had on the furniture.

"Who said I'm getting one?" Niall's eyes widened at the remark and without wasting a single breath, he placed the magazine on the table, flinching a bit at the sudden noise it made before turning around to stare at his companion with shock. 

"Why will I even get a tattoo when I don't even want one?" He crossed his arms on his chest in defiance, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for Zayn to challenge him with his snarky comebacks. One thing he had learnt by spending time with Zayn was that the man always had something to say, anything really. 

"Because you need to live a little. We both know you're always so..." He tried to look for some nicer and gentler word that 'insecure.' "shy to do things on your own so I thought I'll give you the little push you need." 

"Did it ever cross your mind that I might not be shy to get a tattoo but just might not want to get one?" Niall rubbed his hands on his forehead. They had been waiting for an hour outside this dingy looking tattoo parlor, waiting for their number to come just to find out that it was going to be him who would get the tattoo. Why did he even call Zayn up? He was much better off listening to Liam talk about how some cheerleader was trying to get into his pants and how the coach wanted him to train for some extra minutes. Even Louis was getting on his nerves these days, constantly asking him about his relationship and really, at the moment everything was just becoming too much for Niall to take. With his studies and his possessive boyfriend, annoying best friend and double annoying parents, he felt like Zayn was his only one outlet. Moreover, he felt that it was wrong to push the man away when all he was trying to do was help him. Even though Niall really didn't need any help. 

"Oh come on. Let's drop the innocent act. You love my tattoos and you even told me once- after a very heavy snog - that you wanted to get one so why not just do it? I already booked the appointment, we're already sitting here and that girl is staring at us right now with a needle in her hand, waiting for you to just go inside and get a design done. So why not just fucking do it? Live in the moment," Zayn raised his hands, swaying them around as he watched the blonde chuckle lightly at first and then laugh loudly, his heavy voice flowing throughout the air conditioned room they were waiting in. In that moment he decided that he liked the sound, liked the way his blonde hair would slightly shake along with his body as he laughed his heart out and he noticed how his eyes would just crinkle at the sides. The sight was enough to make Zayn join along. Laughing with him as the girl stood by the side, smiling at the two before pointing towards the room. 

"Alright. But a really small design and it should be at a place where no one can see it," He whispered lightly, breathing heavily over the loud chuckles before grabbing Zayn's hand and walking towards the room. 

"You can look at the design books and choose. Or do you have something specific in mind?" The girl asked, making Niall turn around to stare at her. She was almost too beautiful and cheerful for this parlor, with her dark skin glistening in a tiny amount of sweat and her jacket wrapped around her waist, Niall took his time to admire the really nice shoes she was wearing. 

"I got them from the shop just down the block. Really cheap, you like?" She pointed to the shoes, raising one leg in the air as Niall stared at them, admiring the toned legs. 

"I do. I'm Niall by the way." He raised a hand forward for a handshake, smiling shyly when he noticed the girls hands were holding a black device with needles pointing out in one hand and her mobile phone in the other. 

"I'm Leigh. Sorry I can't shake your hand right now," She quickly place the black thing on the table, wiping her hands down her shorts before turning around with another wide smile, taking Niall's hand in a hand shake before proceeding to do the same to Zayn, who had been going through the design books during that time. 

"What do you want to get blondie?" He placed a hand around Niall's shoulders, noticing how tiny and fragile the boy looked when compared to his slightly taller and definitely larger frame. 

"How about the word 'moment'? On my inner thigh?" Niall directed the question to the girl, trying to hide a light blush that was daring to creep out. He still couldn't believe that he was going to do this, just because Zayn had said so. Well, it wasn't particularly because of the raven beauty but rather his own wishes, he always wanted to get a tattoo, from the very moment Louis had gotten his first one but he was too chicken to get it done himself and like Zayn said, he did need that extra little push. So with that thought in mind, he sat on the leather chair, pulling his trousers down after telling Zayn to turn around, even though there was really nothing to be shy about. He was his sex tutor for fuck's sake! 

"Blondie, why are you even getting that word tattooed though? There are so many other beautiful designs." Niall turned to stare at Zayn, watching the man staring at him through the mirrors, his face still turned around so that all Niall could see was his back and the muscles flexing under the black shirt he had decided to wear today. 

"Because we're living in the moment." 

AN/ For some reason, I really like the last line. This story is not going to be rushed like Like I Would was. Even though LIW wasn't really rushed, the plot was done and over with lol. 

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