Your Lips On Mine \ Ziam ♥

*15*

Something heavy settles in Zayn's chest as he closes out of the show. He doesn't like it, the way it tugs at his heart and the way the guilt makes his stomach turn. He wants to tell Liam, especially before this becomes anything official -

He just doesn't know how to, or what Liam will think. If he will drop him immediately or take a few days to do so. He doesn't want Liam to be disgusted or judgmental, even if he know there is nothing really wrong that he is doing - that it would be wrong for Liam to think any less of him because of it.

But there is a reason he hasn't told anyone, it makes him too nervous.

His shows have been less and less, as he has been too busy spending his free time with Liam. He doesn't mind much, as he has plenty saved from all of the shows he did over the summer. And he has lost his craving to do them, losing his liking for a few hundred pairs of eyes on him because he only wants the one pair of warm brown eyes on him now.

Zayn flops down on the bed, shoving the toys off of the edge and reaching for his phone. He doesn't know where Liam is, and the way his chest brackets from his thoughts, he doesn't care - he just wants Liam here with him.

It had taken him forever to get worked up at first, one of his longest shows yet. Even when he thought about Liam, it is no longer the same thing as having him touch him. His own hand is too small, his fingers too slim. Stroking off isn't the same without Liam's lips on his own or dragging down the column of his throat.

His orgasm wasn't satisfying and he doesn't even want to fuck about with Liam, he just wants those strong arms around him and that hard chest under his cheeks. He wants that sharp cologne in his nose, the hint of gasoline that never seems to go away no matter how much spray Liam soaks himself in. He wants gentle fingers in his hair and soft lips against his own, idle touches and the vibration of Liam's humming against his temple.

"Hey," Zayn mutters into the receiver when Liam picks up the phone. He craves just hearing his smooth voice too, his accent and the way it thickens when he is sleepy.

"Hey," Liam says softly. "What's wrong, love?"

"Want a cuddle," Zayn admits quietly. "Was wondering when you were coming home?"

"I'm outside," Liam tells him, voice tighter before like he is smoking. "I'll be right in, yeah?"

A calm surges through Zayn as he hums out his response before hanging up. He leans over the edge of the bed to shove all his toys underneath and place his computer on the floor.

Liam doesn't take long, walking into his room only a few moments later. The bed dips from his weight after he has shucked off his jacket and jeans, his hands colder than they normally are from being outside as he slides them up Zayn's arms to intertwine their fingers.

He wraps himself around Zayn's back, dragging his lips across his neck and rubbing his thumb against his knuckles. Zayn likes that he doesn't ask what is wrong, because he isn't quite sure he knows how to explain it. He is just emotional really, and it makes it hard to sort through his thoughts.

+*

"What if someone walks in?"

Liam mutters something he can't make out, words muffled as he bites at the column of his neck. Zayn's back is pressed against cold metal, contrasting with the warm of Liam's palms, skirting up his torso underneath his kit.

Liam pushes his legs apart, pressing him into the car as he moves his lips back to Zayn's, kissing him with purpose, all of his intents noticeable in the way he curls his tongue behind Zayn's teeth, the way his hips rock against his.