Mastrophobia (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Ten

I groaned softly, pushing my face further down, into something much harder than the soft mattress i expected to wake up on.

I head ached horribly as I attempted to lick my lips with a dry mouth, which didnt work well. I felt groggy and still tired, but I was more concerned with trying to figure out what I was lying on... or in fact, who I was lying on.

I slowly registered to how my body was entangled on top of another, my arms were clinging around the body beneath mine, as if I were in some sort of Koala-like position on this person.

I lifted my head slightly, looking up to see Zayn's face, eyes shut as he slept deeply. Oh shit.

My head filled with the memories of the previous night, and I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. Oh god, why?

Zayn locked his lips with mine, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I felt myself moan unintentionally, but that only made him smirk. It was definutely the weed making me so compliant to this, I'm sure.

Before I could make a conscious decision to pull away, Zayn grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his lap.

I gasped softly, my head spinning lightly, but grabbed his shoulders for support as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands stayed firm on my hips as his tongue dived into my mouth, causing my body to shiver at the sensation.

Zayn pulled his head back, breaking the kiss before I wanted it to end. I didnt want it to end?

"What the fuck, Zayn?" I hissed, glaring into his darkened eyes. I felt frustrated. Why the hell did he pull back?

"I just wanted to stop for second, and ask if youd reconsider that offer?" Zayn half smiled, and for some reason I didnt care that he was being cocky.

"What offer?" I furrowed my brows, just wanting to get back to the kissing.

"About asking me only." Zayn smirked, his right hand slowly tracing across my growing bulge. I gulped. "I dont like to share." He added, licking his lips.

My heart was pounding at this point, and I didnt want to admit how much Zayn was turning me on at the moment; or the fact that he was asking me for something a little bit more serious than I have ever been involved in. And I kind of liked the idea of not ever asking another boy on this team to touch me...

But Zayn was my competition, right?

"I can ask you again tomorrow if you cant make up your mind now." Zayn hummed, rubbing my groin slowly, "But I can't wait for an answer forever."

I huffed slightly, my left hand gripping the back if his neck as I dipped down and pressed our lips together, feeling a little bold. Zayn kissed back without hesitation....

I carefully got off of Zayn, doing my best not to wake him as he slept.

I couldnt remember much else from the night, but I quickly looked down and sighed a relief at both Zayn and I still had our pants on; but our shirts were nowhere to be seen.

Did we fuck? I didnt feel sore... I mean, at least I knew I still had my ass virginity.

Zayn grumbed, shuffling a little in the bed, and I took that as my que to leave.

I quickly grabbed a random shirt from the floor, a pair of shoes, and rushed out the door before Zayn woke up.

As I made my way towards an elevator, I could see Louis and Harry waiting by the lift doors. Fuck.