Above the Crimson Sky (Sequel to Beneath the Midnight Sky)

XIX. Operation Kaleidoscope

Zayn contemplated for a second. The lips in front of him had kissed Louis before, and albeit, Harry himself was a very attractive man. They both were single and could use each other to feel better.

Harry was never good at being alone and wanted comfort, though he was unsure in what form. He just had his heart shattered into a million pieces and was uncertain if he'd ever feel mended. He got rejected by the person he wanted to spend his life with.

Zayn noticed powder residue dripping slowly from Harry's nose. He wiped it off with his index finger and migrated his hand to rest on his cheek. Harry positioned himself to sit on his own feet between each of Zayn's legs.

He melted into the warmth of the touch. He noticed the sharp cheekbones and perfect white smile.

"You know when I first saw you with Louis in the cafeteria, I thought you were a hot and mysterious bad boy. I thought there was no way in hell that you and Louis weren't dating," Harry breathed in, admitting without blushing. The chemicals releasing his inhibitions.

"When I first saw you, I could see why Louis was gushing over you, but then when he fell in love, I hated you instantly," Zayn nervously said, "But he broke both of our hearts over and over again...."

Tilting forward, Harry and Zayn was face to face, so close their noses were touching. Harry gave it one last thought before he felt his pupils constrict, the opioid feeling fully kicking in.

Zayn teasingly moved his face forward one more time, making sure that Harry was prepared for what was happening. When Harry didn't flinch, he realized that Harry wanted this too.

Harry allowed his lips to part slowly, colliding their lips together. He placed his hands on the back of Zayn's head and stood up so he could have better access. Pushing his hips out, he bent down and pressed himself deep into Zayn's mouth.

As a counterreaction, Zayn wrapped his arms around Harry's hips, pulling him forward even more. He could feel his jeans grow tighter. He wasn't sure if the lightheaded high feeling was from the drugs or the immense pleasure from the passionate kiss.

I wonder if Louis taste like this, Zayn thought.

Harry responded with lust and greed. He twirled his tongue around Zayn's, gripping his dark hair forcefully.

Zayn gently positioned Harry on his back, disjoining their lips and kissing his jawline until he found a sweet spot on his neck. Liking the tingling sensation, Harry arched his neck to allow for better access, letting out a pleasurable moan. He placed the palm of his hand on the back of Zayn's skull, hinting that he was enjoying the feeling.

Zayn retorted by sucking on the skin, nibbling delicately. Harry bit his bottom lip seductively, bucking his hips forward trying to get a small sensation of friction.

He was used to feeling Louis' soft and weak body under or on top of him, not Zayn's cut and dominating one. The contrast was pleasant, but the feeling was not the same. In this moment, he was not feeling the butterflies or like his life had been complete; he was not in tune to the feeling of being loved or being in love. Instead, he felt the pulsing of his desires speaking to him.

He allowed his fingers to link with Zayn's beltloops, jerking him forward. Zayn smirked but allowed him to take control for a moment.

This is as close to feeling Louis' warmth as I'll ever be, Zayn thought.
I've been rejected by the only man I'll ever love, Harry sighed.

Both were suffering clouded judgment. & maybe, just maybe, they both understood the pain the other one was enduring all because they felt the one with blue eyes would never fully be theirs.