Longing after you (Ziam) ~English version

Chapter 4

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Warmth

Warmth that's surrounding him, swallowing him whole, and keeps him held down, just below that surface of consciousness. Seeping into him like the soft waves of tide, constant and smooth. Relaxing waves flowing all through his bones, making him go all pliant under its soft pressure.

A name then pierces through his by sleep clouded brain, a name that - once it's there - etches itself almost painfully into his mind, overwhelms his every thought.

Liam

The name surrounds him, together with the pleasurable warmth, circles him in small whispers, with a soothingly soft voice. Is everywhere around him, inside him, until it's the only thing left. Until it has swallowed him whole, and he's lost himself in its beautiful sound.

Liam's warmth all around him, his smell surrounding him, clouding his mind with his every inhale, seeps through his veins and makes him go all dizzy. Just like that time when he and Louis sat for hours in their shared hotel room, huffed cigarette after cigarette, with clouds of smoke filling the small room. Leaving the two of them completely fucked out afterwards, both drained out of every emotion, the result they both longed to achieve.

Liam

Zayn's exhausted brain final begins to slowly awake, and it isn't until then he realises where he is. Curled up in a warm bed, with Liam's strong arms embracing him from behind, holds him tight against Liam's broad chest. As if he's afraid that Zayn will disappear if he doesn't hold him close enough.

Or - that's what Zayn hopes Liam's sleeping brain had been thinking anyway.

They're tightly pressed together and Zayn can feel Liam's chest expand with every breath that passes through his lounges, can feel the soothing, rhythmical beats of his heart right against Zayn's back.

They're a mess of tangled limbs, legs knotted together, with constantly brushing bare feet. It is, as if they both, in their sleep, had the determination to touch the other as much as possible.

Warm hands absently threads through his hair and across his ribcage, sending pleasant chills through the whole of his whole body. Regular breaths are dampening the skin of his neck, and Zayn can't help the way he presses himself backwards against Liam's warm mouth. Can't help the way his neck arches, so that Liam's soft lips slowly moves across his skin.

Neither can he prevent that small moan from working its way up his throat and escaping his lips, when Liam's warm wet tongue happens to glide across the sensitive skin in the nape of his neck.

He lies there, wrapped up in Liam's arms, with his eyes closed, and an absent smile playing on his face. Feeling as dumbstruck as he probably looks.

He imagines that he must look pretty daft right now, with that dazed smile ghosting across his lips, eyes shut, and all swallowed up by Liam's embrace, shamelessly pushing himself even closer to the other boy.

And he swears that if Danny had seen him right now, he would've laughed loudly, asked when the fuck he allowed himself to ever be this vulnerable. But Zayn knows that he would also have ruffled a hand through Zayn's hair, in affection. Knows that the words would've passed his lips along with a wink and bundled up together with something disgustingly cheesy. Something that would've caused Zayn to aim a punch at his shoulder, but with a grin playing across his lips. Secretly agreeing with Danny's words, even though he'd never admit it out loud.