Three of Them (Zourry)

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Zayn's pov

It was really late, I was getting sleepy. I sat on the couch next to Justin. I let my head rest on his shoulder. The television was still on, displaying the match. Alvaro had gone to bed a few minutes ago.

"Why don't you sleep in your room, Z?"  Justin asked softly. I shook my head weakly.

"Louis and Harry are probably fucking." I replied, oh, how I wished I was there too.

"Well, you don't know for sure, why don't we check on them, huh? It's not like we'd lose anything by peeking in." He suggested. That sounded so tempting. I fought my urge but that was one fight I ought to lose.

Justin ended up carrying me in his arms. Heh, I might hated the part where I'd have to lean on others for help, but I sure didn't mind the part where various men carried me in their arms.

He opened the door very, very, slowly, making sure that they wouldn't notice us. The wooden door opened silently. Uncovering two men on the bed.

Those two would be Louis and Harry of course. And yeah, I was right. They were fucking.

Louis laid on top of Harry. He seemed to be thrusting into the younger boy. They didn't notice us at all, the sight gave me mixed feelings.

Turned on, obviously. I meant, gosh, if you got a look at Harry's face you'd probably be hard as fuck. His lips were slightly parted, his head was banged onto the pillow behind him, his emerald green eyes were shut closed in pleasure.

And yet I felt a drop of jealousy. I wasn't sure who am I jealous of, Louis or Harry. Or maybe both? Man, that was fucked up, my best friend and his boyfriend?

Justin seemed to froze. I had no idea whether he was so turned on by the sight, just shocked, or actually disgusted. The last one wasn't going to be true, he had walked in on me doing it many times before.

After what felt like a very, very, long five seconds, he moved. He silently got the door closed.

"Well, I guess you can't sleep there. Wanna sleep with me?" He asked, still carrying me. I nodded. Justin had always been a good friend of mine, we had slept together before, and I meant slept, not fuck, just to be clear.

He carried me to his room. It was just like mine, a simple bed with white bedding, a wooden door, a hardwood floor, only difference was the painting hanging on the wall.

Justin laid me down on the bed. I sighed in relief as my back rested on the comfy bed. He took off his long sleeved shirt and his sweatpants. Leaving him in a black Calvin Klein. Call me a slut, but I really wanted a piece of him. Huh, too bad I couldn't.

Well, seeing that, I took off my shirt too. But removing my pants would be such a hassle, so I didn't. Justin seemed to notice that.

"Want me to take off your pants?" He winked. Fuck. This man was straight, he had a girl, I kept reminding myself. If only he wasn't.

"Yeah, man." I replied. He got on top of me, putting his hands on my zipper, right over my dick. He looked up to me. His eyes wide, with a seductive look. It was like he was trying to turn me on. The boys from the organization did this a lot. They knew I liked men, so they often teased me like that.

I kept thinking of gross stuff, trying to not get hard. His hand popped open the button, then unzipped my skinnies, revealing my underwear. He pulled the legs down and off of me.

Now that we both only wore our underwear, he laid next to me. He pulled the cover over both of us, and I drifted off to sleep. Tired from all that happened today.