Slut // l.s

6.

"Oi! Malik!"

Louis yells as he speedwalks up to the slim figure leaning against a beat-up red Mustang. The lad looks up from where he is rolling a spliff, his lazy eyes indicating that it isn't his first of the day.

"If it isn't Tommo, ran outta weed already?" He smirks, putting the joint between his teeth, patting his coatpockets in search of a lighter.

"Lemme help you," Louis already has the flame against the other end of the spliff.

They stand in silence, observing one another as Zayn smokes, the air between them becoming stuffy. The familiar smell of weed mixed with tobacco fills Louis' nose and makes his fingers twitch.

"So, are you just gonna stare or do you need somethin'?" Zayn cocks his head to the side, blowing smoke directly towards Louis.

"Yeah, we're all out, so 'ere." Louis reaches into his pocket, pulling out some notes, quickly handing Zayn the money.

Zayn takes it, counting before handing it back. "'S not enough, 'm 'fraid."

"Wha'dya mean, not enough? It was last time!" Louis says, not taking the money back. "C'mon Zaynie, we're all out."

"No can do, Tommo, 's not enough." The lad shrugs, dropping the bud of his blunt and stomping it with the tip of his scrappy sneaker.

"I don't have more," Louis pouts, before an idea comes to mind. He reaches for the money that Zayn is still holding out for him to take it back. Louis doesn't take it back though, he places his dainty hand over Zayn's and brings both hands to the lads chest. "However, I can think of other ways to pay you."

"Can you now?" Zayn smirks. His honey coloured eyes have a spark to them, but Louis hasn't got the time to admire them any longer. He closes his eyes and quickly presses his lips to Zayn's.

His tongue meets Zayn's and the taste of weed is on his tastebuds instantly. He's missed the numbness of weed, however, the numbness of sex will have to do right now. His hands travel from their position on Zayn's shoulders, down the skinny torso towards the buckle of his belt and they don't stop there.

Before the lad has realised it, his dick is out and the cold air hit it. He suddenly realises they are still stood in a parking lot, pressed agaist his car. Zayn grabs Louis' hands. "Wait."

The olive skinned man is quick to find his carkeys and even quicker opening the door and ushering Louis in. He has barely closed the door before Louis is in his lap, sloppily kissing him again.

Zayn's moans fill the car as Louis starts grinding their crotches together, his dick becoming hard in no time. Louis is quick to hop off and sit next to him on the backseat. Though the contact is swiftly replaced by his skilled hands, jerking the lad off.

"Lou! Oh!" Zayn's moans are low and lazy. Still obviously affected by the weed he consumed today. His eyes are droopy as he bites on his lower lip.

Neither Louis or Zayn seems to care or even think about their very public spot as Zayn cums down the twinks throat.

As soon as he climaxes he slumbs back against the comfortable seats of his car. His eyes are closed and he sports a smirk on his face. Louis takes this moment to look around the car, searching for his reward. He is quick to see the small bags underneath the passenger seat. Grabbing two and stuffing them into his coatpocket.

"So, 'm guessing Niall will come get the weed next time?" The stoner chuckles, eyes still closed.

"Huh?" Louis answers, hand already on the doorhandle.

"Slut only fucks people once, right?"

"Oh, yeah."

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