Control-Zarcel Stalik

Chapter 4

I got a little picture to show you want they look like, like....what they looked like today....and all the time....ENJOY!

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Harry's POV

"please Haz! I need a cigarette!" Zayn begs as he lays on his bed next to me under the covers, both of us naked.

"No Zayn you don't need it" I cross my arms as I look up at the ceiling.

"But I do need it!! I need it after the amazing sex we just had!" I see he smirk in the corner of my eye.

I try to ignore his flirtyness and I roll my eyes. "Nice try Zayn but you'll have to do better than that to convince me" I mumble clearly trying to show an attitude.

"Does this convince you?" I feel his hot breath breath into my ear making me shutter as I feel his plump lips being dragged across the sensitive skin on my neck, my eyes start to roll to the back of my head as I finally feel him nibble on my ear then kiss his way to my jaw biting there a little telling me that there's gonna be a red mark for a couple hours.

Next I feel his drag his lips down to my neck starting out as kissing then to sucking, I slightly moan letting my hands go to the bed sheets and slightly gripping it tight. Zayn smirks on my skin seeing that I'm breaking and he begins to bite down surprising me making me yelp but moan.

I can't take this anymore!

"Alright! Alright! You can have a cigarette!" My voice comes out weak and fragile.

"Good boy" Zayn darkly chuckles as he pulls his lips away from my skin and sits up leaning over me to grab my discarded pants and get the cigarettes. I turn my gaze to his chest, oh his chest. So tan and perfectly shaped, it even gets better when half of his chest is nearly full if scattered tattoos.

"Damn your sexy, how did I end up fucking you?" I mumble in awe as I don't realize what I'm saying. Zayn pulls back slightly hovering over me as he looks me in his eyes.

"Oh but I'm the one fucking you, sir Harold" he taps his finger on my nose and gets off me getting on his side of his bed and grabbing a lighter, lighting a cigarette.

I blush and shake my head "shut the fuck up Zayn you know I bottom" I cross my arms again.

"Oh right! I forgot, it's because I can thrust harder than you and I can makes more marks on your sweet pail ass" he laughs making me punch his arm. "Zayn!" I whine making him roll his eyes.

"Yeah i know the real reason why" I sigh and he speaks again. "Its because after you cum I can hold your ass up while I'm not finished yet in the locker room shower" he winks making me groan.

"Fuck off!" I run my fingers through my messy sex hair.

"You know its truuueee, that's why I love yooouuuuu" he sings while leaning down to my ear.

"Asshole" I shake my head chuckling and suddenly we hear the door downstairs open the close follow by footsteps.

I look at Zayn and shrug "my time to go" I swing my legs off the bed standing up and suddenly I feel him smack my ass.

I turn back to playfully glare to see him smirking saying "nice ass Haz" I roll my eyes while sliding on my boxers then trousers then white v-neck shirt.

I turn to see Zayn leaning down and grabbing underwear and sliding it on while still in bed then looking up at me.

"See ya at school......or tonight for another quicky" I smirk only to see him chuckle and answer.

"Love to any day but not today, family's gonna be home and you'll make to much noise from me fucking you hard" he winks.

"I can't believe your not gay"I chuckle while walking out of the glass doors and grabbing on the rail and hopping over.

As I start to walk home I start to think about Marcel.

Something about him, he remindes me of someone, like I've seen them before.....just somewhere and somehow.

Hm. Maybe I'm kidding myself