Good Years || ziam au✔️

e i g h t || distraction

One week later
November 7th, 2018
Wednesday afternoon
2.29 P.M.
Premier Recording Studios
NYC, Manhattan, New York

I don't mind falling
If it means I get to fly again
Up in my island
Like a dream I'm trying to fight against

Zayn tapped his foot against the cherry wooden floor, trying to get a good beat to the lyrics. His teeth gently bit down his tongue as he tried to focus on the writing, but it seemed like he had writers block. Frustration grew upon him. He was ready to scream, ready to just let out all types of loud noises. He didn't know why this was so hard. All he wanted was to write a song. That's all he wanted. Yet nothing. N o t h i n g. Zayn wanted to get this done before December, he wanted to make his fans happy with brand new music; a brand new era.

But it was useless.

He threw his song book aside along with his pen and buried his face into his palms. The latter tried his best to keep his scream in and angrily kicked the coffee table away.

"Woah there, what did the coffee table ever do to you?" A rather familiar voice brought the dark haired beauty back, instantly spinning around with the chair. His eyes widened as he saw his husband stand by the doorframe with his famous grin. He was wearing a winter coat and his round glasses, a duffle bag sitting beside him on the floor.

"Leeyum!" Zayn squeaked and jumped off the chair, bolting towards him before jumping on him for a tight embrace. Liam balanced the two of them once he caught him in his arms, hugging him back just as tight. Zayn attacked his lover with a bunch of kisses, not once giving him the chance to even greet him.

The brunet chuckled. "Baby," he murmured, returning the kiss once the older bloke smashed their lips together in a sweet yet daring kiss.

"Don't talk." Zayn mumbled against his lips. "Just make love to me." He gripped at Liam's curls, pulling his head closer to deepen their kiss.

"Woah, woah, woah. Babe, honey," Liam laughed and pulled away before things could go any further, receiving a whine from the other man. He watched him chase after his lips, "I just got back. Calm your dick." He teased and placed him back down on his feet.

"And we're not the only ones here." He pointed out, giving the shorter guy a look.

"That never bothered us." Zayn rolled his eyes sassily at his husband, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer against him. "Come on baby, it's been a week. I'm desperate." He basically begged, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

He knew exactly that Liam couldn't resist them. The perks of having a soft husband. He could tell that the brunet was mentally contemplating whether or not they should have sex on the leather couch. It wouldn't have been their first time anyway. The amount of times they fucked in this room, Zayn had already lost count the past couple of years. But it was definitely a lot.

"Do you need a distraction from writing?"

"Yes," Zayn nodded, "and I would be perfectly distracted by your dick inside me." He smirked, caressing Liam's thick beard. He missed feeling it between his legs, tickling his skin as he would always kiss his thighs...

The thought made the latter tingle, his bottom lip suddenly tucked between his teeth. "Alright." Liam gave in. "I'll distract you, baby." He grinned and picked the smaller guy up from the floor with ease.

Zayn wrapped his legs around Liam's waist and let him take control again, staring down at him with nothing but love (and lust) in his eyes.

1 hour later
3.48 P.M.

After a blissful hour of catching up, the couple laid on the leather couch, naked and cuddled up. They were both still trying to catch their breaths, slowly coming down from their highs. Their skin was covered in sweat pearls, slowly dripping into the leather. Zayn was playing with Liam's arm hairs, kissing his bicep gently. Liam had his nose nuzzled in Zayn's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo whilst holding his body close against his.

"How was your flight?" The dark haired male asked him with a soft voice, turning his head to look up at him.

"It was nice. Couldn't stop thinking about you though." The brunet responded, his eyes closed as he relaxed. Zayn smiled at that and placed a hand on his lover's cheek, leaning up and kissing his hairy chin. He could spot the corner of Liam's lips rising a little at the gesture.

"Good, because I couldn't stop thinking about you either." Zayn giggled, resting his head back on his shoulder. He bit down his bottom lip, rubbing at his lover's chest.

"Tomorrow's the appointment." He said. "I'm nervous."

"It's gonna be great, baby." Liam assured him with a hum. "It's gonna be great."

Zayn closed his eyes and listened to his husband's heartbeat, enjoying the company of Liam. A week had felt like an eternity to him. He always hated it when they were apart, but he was glad he was back in his arms, his lips ghosting over the smooth skin of his chest.

"I love you Liam." He mumbled, his fingers slightly digging into his partner's skin.

"I love you more Zayn." Liam moved his head and rested his forehead on top of Zayn's. Their noses bumped, the older man beaming with pure happiness.

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A very short filler☺️