Chapter 4
Liam POV
So...to the shower..with Zayn in it...
I exit my room, and walk down the hall to Zayn and Harry's ensuite room, and knock gently on the door, praying that no one answers.
"Come in!" I hear Zayn call out, over the sound of water running. I gulp, and open the door, before stopping in my tracks on seeing Zayn...standing near his bed...in only a towel slung LOW on his hips, giving full display of the defined 'v' leading down to...stop thinking, Liam.
He stiffens as he sees me in the doorway, before quickly relaxing and smiling at me.
"Hey Li, what's up?" he says, still smiling at me.
"Uhm, Har-rry, wanted me to, uhm" oh not this again Liam, it's just Zayn! Whom you have kissed...and who is standing in front of you in a towel looking fine as hell,"Get you for breakfast!" I blurt out quickly.
"Oh okay, I'm just gonna have a quick shower" he replies.
"Uhm, okay, I'll just, uh, go then" I stutter out (just shut up Liam).
I turn to leave before a hand grabs onto my arm, and I turn back around to see Zayn now standing right in front of me.
"Actually, I was hoping you would stay, so we can...talk...after I'm finished...?" I hear Zayn say, but I am kind of distracted by...other things, to fully comprehend what he said, before I agree. He smiles, and walks over to the ensuite bathroom in his and Harry's room, enters, and closes the door.
I am still standing I'm the doorway, slowly realizing what I agreed to. Stay in the room, while Zayn is completely naked on the other side of the bathroom door...okay, Liam you can do this, do not get a boner, do not get a boner, just sit on the bed, and wait calmly, like any best mate, waiting for his friend to get out of the shower. Okay, no this isn't gonna work. I can feel my cock stirring at the continuous thoughts of Zayn naked, only on the other side of the door.
What do I do?? I can't have Zayn coming out here, and seeing me with an erection on his bed! Maybe, a quickie...no, Zayn could come out any second. Just a little bit couldn't hurt, I think, as I press the heel of my palm lightly on my crotch, gasping slightly at the touch.
I hear the shower stop, and reluctantly pull my hand away. Now I have to mentally prepare myself for Zayn walking out here in a towel, wet. Okay, I really don't know if I can do this, as the images in my mind of what is to come, stir something deep inside me, my erection growing.
The bathroom door opens and Zayn walks out. Yeah, there's no hiding my boner. What should I do? I can't let him see it, it will make everything more awkward.
"So, Li, did you want to say anything or something before I do something?" I hear Zayn ask, as he sits on a chair next to the bed where I am sitting, cross-legged.
"Uh..." is all I manage to get out before Zayn does IT again.
This time I was no more prepared for Zayn's kiss than last time, but at least this time I had the sense to lean in too. It's feels wonderful like this, sitting across from him on the chair, our his soft lips moving against mine. It's painfully obvious that neither one of us wants to stop at this point. There's no words that I can think to say, so we both let our lips do all of the talking.
He uncrosses his legs and stands up from his chair. We break apart for only a few seconds while Zayn pushes my shoulders so I slide backwards on the bed. Zayn crawls on top of me, his mouth crashing back onto mine.
I wrap my arms around him, gripping the back of his shirt and pulling him as close as I can. I have no idea how I am doing this. Me, Liam Payne, the most awkward person in the world. Kissing Zayn Malik. On the mouth. Lying down on his (shared) bed. Now that we're both here and this is actually happening, I don't really want it to stop. Plus, Zayn's a really good kisser. Better than I could have ever imagined. His lips are soft, and they're so plump that they fit on top of mine so easily.
I suddenly thrusts my hips upwards, unable to stop myself, because oh gosh this is turning me on too much...and OH is that Zayn's erection against my own, straining through his thin towel? He's breathing heavily now, as am I, almost dizzy because this is too much for me.
Zayn gets the message and starts grinding against me. He goes slowly, and it's driving me absolutely crazy. Zayn's hand slides down my side and his thumb rubs against the skin above the elastic of my pants which are on display just above the waistband of my jeans.
My head is seriously spinning. I can already feel heat building in my abdomen, with my orgasm building up. My eyes squeeze shut and I take deep breaths, because I am not about to let myself come just by making out.
Zayn is so in tune with me (and he knows that I am a minute man because the lads have had all sorts of conversations about sex before) that he stops moving. He stops kissing me too (embarrassingly making me emit a whine) so as to give me a chance to catch my breath and calm down a little. Instead, he plants pecks along my jawline, and I keen my neck, with no reason for him to cease.
"Do you really love Niall?"
Oh right, that IS a reason...
