Ziam one shots

Mirrors- I See The Truth Somewhere In Your Eyes

Chapter 2

Liam had to learn how to be a light sleeper. Honest, he had to train himself. When one has Louis Tomlinson as a best mate, one cannot afford to sleep heavy.

Louis used to make Liam's life as a child complete and unnecessary hell. He would use one of those permanent markers to etch vile and embarrassing phrases into Liam's forehead and cheeks. If Liam remembers correctly Louis had once stooped so low as to disrobe him at summer camp in his bunk and cackle in the corner when Liam got sent home a week early.

So when the bed dipped beside him he jerked forward and clutched his hands to his chest in a defensive manner. No one was attacking him, of course, but Zayn did give him an amused and somewhat inquisitive look from the other side of the room.

Zayn.

The same Zayn he'd just slept with last night? The one he threw this insane yacht party for? The one he carried to a bedroom and laid out on a bed and teased until Zayn's moans and screams were attracting attention from the upper deck?

Liam's lips drew in to a slow and lazy grin. Yeah, that Zayn.

He felt a yawn take over his body as he lifted his arms over his head and stretched out his sore muscles.

"Good mor--" he looked around the room, trying to find a window that let in enough light or darkness to gauge what time of day it was, then he recalled they were in the lower deck, and there wouldn't be such a thing down here. "Good something, I suppose. 'm not quite sure what time it is."

He rubbed at his eyes, and smiled at the present protest of the muscles in his arms.

He has a flash of a memory; Zayn on the bed, Liam using his built up biceps to hold himself over him and trail kisses down his body, stripped naked and twisting and turning with anticipation. A laugh had bubbled in his chest at Zayn's sharp glare that was followed by a particularly loud moan that earned them a round of harsh foot stampings from the upper-deck.

"You're e--ah, don'tstopdon'tstopdon't. Yo-you're evil, Liam. Fu-fuck," he panted when Liam kitten licked at the tip of Zayn's cock, heavy and red and hot at the tip of his tongue. He suckled at the head, wrapping his lips around it and flicking his tongue over the slit, wiping away the droplets of pre-cum that had collected there. He laid down on his stomach in between Zayn's spread legs and looked up though his lashes to meet Zayn's eyes before swallowing half his length, wet and slippery and a bit nasty. Spit ran down his chin and tears were trailing their way down his eyes, but the shudder and groan Zayn had emitted at his dick reaching the back of Liam's throat more than made up for it.

The night had only gotten better after that. Liam, the original boy-scout he is, had tucked a pack of lube in his wallet before he left Louis' that night. He used his teeth to rip the packet open, his cheeks flushing when Zayn breathed out a laugh at his lack of finesse. He ignored him and slathered some of the lube on one of his fingers before sinking it into Zayn, his turn to chuckle at Zayn, with his scrunched up face and torn to shreds lips, not to mention the delectable sounds he was making as his hole clenched around Liam's digit.

"You like that, hm?"

Liam worked up to three fingers in Zayn before Zayn was writhing on the bed, demanding more than requesting that Liam get in him now before he took over for himself. Liam might have liked that, he thought; Zayn in control, using his wiry frame to flip Liam on his back and sink down on his dick, riding him hard and fast, maybe bouncing on him, his head thrown back, coming between them on the sensations of Liam's dick alone. Maybe another time.

He lined himself up with Zayn's hole, glistening and loose and inched himself in, the both of them letting out a collective moan at the feeling. Liam inside him and Zayn around him. He leaned down and bit at Zayn's neck, thrusting his hips and letting Zayn's hips meet his in a crazy and haphazard rhythm.