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

XX. Use Somebody

My first attempt at actual smut. Warning: It's probably horribly written. Mature audiences only. It's probably really shi*** but what can you do? LoL. It's needed to show the dynamic and state of mind of characters.

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"Hey," Louis said nonchalant. It was obvious he had been crying. He didn't look up from his journal but instead turned his face away out of embarrassment.

"Hey," Zayn said flopping down on his own bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Eh, I've been better. Pain give a lot of inspiration I guess..." Louis half-smiled. "Looks like you had a fun night though."

Shit! Zayn thought. "Um...I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to come right out and lay it all on the table...tonight at Ed's....something happened."

"Is he sick? What is it?" Louis asked panicking.

"No, Ed's fine. Everyone's fine. It's Harry...."

"Oh no. I hope he's okay. I didn't mean for everything to happen earlier. It's just...."

"No, no, Louis. It's not that....right ago, at Ed's," Zayn gulped hard in his throat. "Well...we...I mean...we kinda kissed..."

The only noise that could be heard in the room is the sound of Louis dropping his pen. The small thud noise radiated through Zayn's ear and he knew nothing else to do but gulp. Louis looked up from the journal and met his eyes for the first time. He could see the guilt radiating through them. It made him crawl out of bed and stand up; him and Zayn face to face now.

Zayn closed his eyes shut, embracing for the slap across the face he was sure he was getting. Waiting a few seconds, he opened one eye and peeked at his friend in front of him. "Lou, please...." Zayn begged for forgiveness.

Louis scanned Zayn for signs of remorse before darting his eyes down to see that his lips were indeed swollen. He inched closer to him just as before earlier that night. He cupped his face tightly, making sure he'd be unable to escape.

Closer....

"If you do this, I won't be able to contain myself..." Zayn gasped. "I am so sorry, Louis. You're the most important thing to me...."

Louis closed his eyes and pushed himself into Zayn, wrapping his legs around his waist. He straddled him as they kept intense contact. Neither dared to move away.

Zayn could hear his heart thumping loudly in his ears, just as he heard Harry's before. Déjà vu greeting him like a old friend. He grabbed Louis' hand and pressed it against his chest so he would hear it, too.

"I'd never hurt you," Zayn whispered still keeping Louis' hand on his chest.

Louis closed his eyes trying to sort out his thoughts. Zayn's heartbeat crashed against his hand. The vibrations made his mind race even more. Reopening his blue orbs, the gaze between chestnut and sky overwhelmed him.

Closer....

He pushed his face forward, weaving their lips together. Zayn responded by putting his hands under his thigs, bringing them even closer together.

Zayn fought the tears that were trying to escape once again. This felt nothing like kissing anyone else. It was not filled with lust. He felt ignited, submerged in the flames, welcoming the eternal burn. He licked Louis' bottom lip tenderly, not greedy.

He requested permission to enter. Louis responded by granting access, creating a tidal wave of emotion between them. Zayn gained control and pushed Louis down on his back gently, never separating their lips. If this was all he'd ever get was this one night, he knew he'd die a happy man.