Just in love ( Zustin ) ( Sloww Updates)

05.

  It was a Sunday, and my family was out with Ruhie, shopping for the wedding.

    Me and Justin decided to just cuddle in the bed, because it was raining outside.

    " Babe" I spoke softly, as he cuddled up my chest. He hummed in response.

    " We haven't been on a vacation for as long as I can remember. " I stated.

  " So?" He looked up, before his eyes lit up. " Are we going on a vacation?!" I swear he sounded like a little kid under the Christmas tree. I chuckled.

  " Do you wanna go?" I asked. He jumped up, sitting on my stomach and bouncing. " Yes!!"

   " Damn you're excited" I said sarcastically, making him blush before laying down next to me.

  " Where would you wanna go, Jason" I frowned.

  " Jason?" I questioned, making him widen his eyes. Soon he gave me a guilty look. " I'm sorry Zayn, I was going to say Zayn, but I kinda-"

  I pushed him off of me, cutting him off. Jumping out of the bed, I went to grab a drink. making sure to slam the door behind myself.

   Who the fuck is Jason?!

I had to cool down, or I'll end up killing him.

  I grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and took a gulp of the cold liquid. Before grabbing out a six pack of it.

  I went back into the room, placing the six pack on my nightstand, ignoring Justin who stared at his hands. I didn't know if he was crying, certainly he was, he wiped his face, but he was facing the wall so I couldn't see his face.

    I took a huge gulp, before throwing the can at the wall. He flinched, as I sat on the couch in the opposite side of the bed. " Look at me" I demanded, to which he compiled without a fuss. His eyes were red and teary, but it was the last of my concerns.

    " Who's Jason?" I took another can, starting to take gulps.

   " He... I.. " he stuttered, much to my dismay. " Calm down please, Ja- Zayn" I scoffed, he can't stop mistaking his name, I see!

   I threw the can at him, but fortune for his beautiful face, it missed his face. " What motherf**ker is Jason?!" I snapped, as I shot up and rushed to him. " Who is Jason?! Why the fuck would you mistake my name for his?! Talk Justin! Talk!" I spat, slapping him across the face. His head slammed against the headboard at the force, and he was quick to grab his face.

  " Zayn c.calm down" he cried. But I was far from calming down. I grabbed his throat, lifting him up off the bed. He struggled, clawing at my hands, as he coughed. " FUCKING ANSWER ME JUSTIN! WHO THE FUCK IS JASON?! ARE YOU FUCKING HIM BEHIND MY BACK?! -"

  " HE IS MY EX-BOYFRIEND! " Justin screamed, kicking his legs and that's when I realized I had lifted him off of his feet with just one hand. I dropped him on the floor, despite my anger at him at the moment, I didn't want to kill him.

" And now is when you decide to tell me about him?!" I spat, pulling him to his feet.

  " I'm sorry" he hiccuped, sitting on the bed and curling up to himself. " Thinking about him hurts my feelings, that's why I never brought him up." He cried into his knees.

   I scoffed. " So you still think about him?! "

  " I'm sorry Zayn" he hiccuped, wiping his face.

  " Why would you call me his name?!"

  " I didn't mean to, I promise Zayn, I just got twisted... kind of... Jason and Zayn kind of.. sound the same" he sobbed.

  " Why would thinking about him hurt your feelings?!"

  He sighed, wiping his face." He.. he was killed.."

  I bit my lower lip, not knowing what to say. I felt guilty, but revealed at the same time. He wasn't cheating, at least. " Why" I mumbled.

  " He was a police officer... And.. and I was like.. only 13 when we dated. He was like.. 23.. and my parents found out.. and I wasn't allowed to see him again..

   And.. the same day my dad caught me kissing him, at midnight. he.. uh.. got shot by some gang members.. and I never saw him alive again, like my parents wanted it to be" he sighed. I felt bad for the guy, but I was selfish enough to be glad he was dead. If he was alive, who knows, I would've never been able to claim him mine.

  " Did you guys... You know?.. you said you lost your virginity to me" I pressed, sure it wasn't the first thing I should've asked. But I had to make sure he was mine only.

  " I was only 13. I barely knew what sex was.. he wasn't.. like.. a bad guy.." I was revealed to hear that.

  " I'm glad to hear that" I said. " Now bend over the bed"

  He forrrowed his eyes. " What,.. why?" He pouted like a kid.

   " I gotta fuck you into your senses before you mistake another man's name to mine" I smirked.

  He whined. " Zi, I'm still sore from the last time"

  " I don't care, over the bed, now" I said, before going to the drawers and grabbing out a bottle of lube. I wasn't going to fuck him without using any lubricant today. He was still sore from the last time.

  " Zayn" he whined, and I huffed. " Don't make me tie you up to the bed now, Justin" I warned him.

  " But I'm sore!" He whined.

  " Stop your bitching, Justin. Hookers get fucked like.. hundred times a day and they don't whine about getting fucked the next day. " I rolled my eyes, pushing him to the bed.

  " I'm not a hooker Zayn" he whined, trying to sit up. But I wasn't getting any of that, as I pinned him down, pulling his pants down. " You're my hooker, Justin. I want you to let me use you how I please. I'd never go to another person for sex when I have you to use as I please."  I whispered in his ear.

  " Zayn stop!" He snapped, pushing my hand away as I slipped my fingers in his boxers. I frowned, glaring at him.

He looked surprised at his own actions. I just ignored him, pushing him aside and grabbing another can of beer. I gulped it down in one swing, before moving onto another one.

  " Zi-" He sighed. " If you want to.. fine" Justin mumbled softly.

  " No" I spat, gulping down another beer can. " I won't force you "

  " Please don't drink, Zayn" he sighed.

I ignored, grabbing another can.

  " Use me as you please.. just don't drink" he tried.

I scoffed. " I don't need to force you to anything, Justin. "

  " It's fine, I want you to.. just.. stop drinking" he said, taking his clothes off himself.

  He kissed my lips, before bending over the bed, naked. I stared down at him, as much as I wanted to ignore, my dick was like a magnet next to a piece of iron Infront of his nakedness. He was too fucking perfect and sexy to ignore.

  Soon I found myself, pounding into his tight pink hole, as he screamed my name.

  As I came inside him, he came in my hand.

  And he did something I didn't expect. He threw up, all over the bed. As he came down from his high.