I Know Places - Ziam AU

18. This Room and Your Touch

"Zayn,"

A familiar voice whispered, shaking his body gently. Zayn stirred in his sleep, was not awaken yet.

"Let's go places." He whispered again, louder this time. Somehow woke the sleeping lad up, fluttering his eyes. Zayn looked at the man's face above him. "Mum told me you're not real.." Now it was Zayn's turn to whisper.

Liam smiled, he caressed his husband's cheek. "It's okay.. Isn't it? You still love me, right?"

Zayn was loving the way his husband's rough hand made a soft contact against his skin, even though deep inside he knew it wasn't even there. The touch wasn't there. He couldn't help but hummed when Liam's thumb rubbed in circle on his cheekbone. He seemed enjoying it.

"I do." A smile quirked up on Zayn's face.

"Let's go then," the older one suggested, getting up from the edge of the bed.

But Zayn held him back. He wasn't feeling for going somewhere now. All he wanted to do was only for Liam to stay and never fade away. Never pull out of his grip.

"Just, be here." Zayn mumbled, still gripping Liam's wrist tight enough. "Don't– Just, just don't ever go."

Liam frowned at that, he sat himself down again on his previous spot on the bed, right next to Zayn.

"Baby.." He caressed Zayn's cheek again.

Zayn was looking anywhere but Liam. He didn't want his husband to see his watery eyes. He bit his lip, a habit whenever he was nervous. And Liam was familiar with it.

"What's wrong? You feel sick? Want me to bring you water?" Liam asked in concern.

"I-I'm alright, I guess." He looked down at his lap. "Just want to stay here, in this room, with you for the whole day."

Liam leaned in to fix Zayn's blanket, making sure his lover wasn't freezing due to the cold weather outside. "I have many, many places in my mind.." He said disappointedly.

"Another time.. I promise." Zayn was feeling guilty, but his mother's words were still swinging around in his head.

He was told that everything about his husband  that happened after the accident wasn't real.. That his body was nowhere to be found now and he probably has had died. But Zayn felt them all himself, Liam and everything they had done recently. And It was all too real for him.

Liam didn't feel like an imaginary person to him. Liam was not only a shadow pacing back and forth around him. All that Zayn knew was, Liam did touch him. Liam did kiss him. And even, Liam did make love to him.

How could it was all only a syndrome– as in, his fantasy? It didn't make any sense to him.

"Fine. So what are we going to do now?" Liam's voice brought him back from drowning in his thoughts.

Now Zayn was brave enough to look at his husband in the eye. He studied those brown orbs for seconds. 'They are there, starring back at me', he thought.

"Anything." Zayn whispered, his mind was still somewhere else.

A slight smirk showed up on the older one's face. "Hey." He leaned closer. Zayn blinked, "hi."

"How about this?" He pressed a kiss to Zayn's soft lips, which soon turned into a make out. They shuffled in the bed, finding the right position to get into it.

A loud gasp escaped Zayn's lips when Liam sucked on the right spot. Liam always seemed to know how to work up the man laying underneath him. His hands roamed in the shirt Zayn was wearing, feeling his soft tan skin.

Soon they were bare from head to feet. Zayn was flipped onto his stomach, he felt Liam's digits working in him skillfully and he moaned when Liam drew them out slowly– teasingly.

But after all, a sentence kept repeating in his poor mind; 'Is this real?'. And Zayn swore, Liam seemed like he has an ability to read someone's mind, or to be clearer, Zayn's mind.

His hard member was now all the way in, it was a sudden movement and Zayn choked on that. He gripped the pillow he was biting, his knuckles were turning white from all the strength he pulled on.

Liam started moving. Back and forth. In and out. Around and still.

Zayn felt the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he was in pain and pleasure and he loved it. Butterflies in his stomach were going wild, that his moans were muffled by the pillow.

Liam's grip might leave marks on Zayn's hips but Zayn wouldn't mind at all. And just like that, Liam did hit very hard, like a hurricane, on that bundle of nerves inside of him.

And Zayn's own voice screamed inside his head, telling him one thing;

'It is real'.