Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

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   Two weeks had passed and the boys were doing great at work—both of them were paid well.
Once they were home, the mayor was sat by the dining table.
"Sir." Zain cleared his throat.
"Ah, yes," The mayor turned around. He looked at them both.
"He's the mayor." Zain muttered to Harry.
"Mr.Malik, the boxing fans are willing to give you another chance, but this time, you'll go international—think you're up for the challenge, boy?"
"Sir..are you saying I can be a boxer again?" Zain asked. Harry swallowed hard. He feared that Zain might get hurt again.
"Not necessarily. I'll have to see if your hand is better." The mayor waved his hand, gesturing for Zain to sit down.
Harry went to the back of the kitchen, cooking the turkey, making the mashed potatoes and gravy for the men. As the two men spoke, he was busy cooking. Once done, he came back to the dining area with the plates, spoons , forks and the meal, struggling a bit from holding it all, but he managed.
"Why, who's this, my boy?" The mayor's eyes scanned the food.
"A close friend." Zain smiled at Harry, whom was busy placing the food in each of the three plates upon the table for the men. Once settled, Harry sighed softly and took a seat next to Zain. "Eat." Zain whispered. The mayor, without any say or command already dug in.
"My boy. You are a great chef," As the Mayor ate, a thought came onto his mind,"Aye, let's make a deal. I will give back Malik's job, if you, my friend, serve for the matches. You both will get paid."
Harry stared at Zain, "if it means that I'll be seeing him, then of course! I'll support him at any cost."

••• Zain closed the front door as the Mayor walked out. A giant grin spread upon his lips. He picked Harry up, hugging him oh so dearly. Harry smiled. The boxer looked into the boy's misty green eyes and with that, he smashed his lips on top of Harry's, causing the boy to gasp. Harry immediately closed his eyes, aching into Zain's touch. They moved their lips in sync. Their lips molded perfectly—as if they were created for each other. Zain slipped his tongue into Harry's wet mouth, their salivas twirling around each other's tongues. "Z-Zain." Harry slipped out the most beautiful sound which did the right trick to turn Zain on. The boxer pulled away, but before Harry was ready for anything else, Zain pinned him up against the wall. The boy groaned once his back hit the hard material. Zain tugged on Harry's shirt, ripping it as some of the buttons fell. A whimper fell from Harry's lips once he felt Zain grow a bulge. "You must be big." Harry teased. Zain captured Harry's nipple with his mouth, sucking on it, "I guess so, but you're not gonna see it anytime soon, Styles." He sucked harshly, causing Harry's body to flow out a massive amount of pleasure. He escaped more glorious sounds, grinding against Zain as best as he could. Zain gripped Harry's arss tightly, muttering, "pretty baby.. can't wait to love you—to do you good, but," Zain pulled away to see the multiple hickeys he had created on Harry's chest, "that'll have to wait."
"Zain!" Harry cried out. He hated this tease, but it awfully turned him on. Zain smiled and took off his jacket, placing it over Harry's shoulders. "Big day tomorrow. You're gonna see a professional boxing room. You'll meet other people...and don't you dare get too close with them. You can also watch me," He stared at Harry's chest, "all sweaty..grunting. Watch me while thinking of what to make on the day of the first match."
"That's going to be hard." Harry mumbled. Zain gave a smile before kissing Harry one last time. Harry clung to Zain.
The night was nice and relaxing as the two boys slept in each other's arms.