Good Boy BoyxBoy (Zarry)

Good Boy Chapter 3 Part 1

It was a week after the incident. Surprisingly, none of them talked about it. Niall seemed to figure out on his own what it's like to masturbate and didn't even question his mate or his dad about their relationship. Zayn wasn't sure if his son was just scared to ask or he just didn't care, although Zayn didn't question him either. And Zayn hadn't seen Harry since until Niall came up to him one morning with a rolled up paper in his hand and told him about the presentation at school that everyone in his class would have to give in front of the parents, means Zayn would have to go, and he would get to see his Harry. "That's awesome, Ni. What's your presentation about?" Zayn asked his son as he carried on washing the dirty dishes in the sink. "Animal abuse." Niall replied and unfurled the paper, proudly showing his dad the colorful poster that he had made for his presentation. "That's nice, Tiger. And have you practiced presenting?" Zayn asked as he finished cleaning the last dish before went to dry his hands with the small towel on the counter. "Yeah. I'm still a little nervous." "I'm sure you will do fine. What about Harry? Have you guys talked?" "Harry is worse. He's really nervous, especially when his mom can't go to see him giving the presentation." "She isn't? Aw no, poor Harry. Is he alright?" "I dunno." Niall replied, shrugging. When the day came, Zayn drove his son to school as usual, and went to the theatre where the class presentation took place. Some of other kids' parents were already there. Zayn took a seat at one of the seats in the back row after he had wished Niall good luck before the boy went to the back of the stage. After ten minutes, the presentation started, a teacher went on the stage and read the first name on her list before a little girl walked out from behind the curtains with a poster. She went to stand behind the mic stand, introduced herself and started her presentation, holding up the poster and pointed at it as she talked. Zayn was slowly falling asleep as he listened to presentations after presentations until a familiar name was called and a boy with curly hair walked onto the stage and Zayn felt awakened. His eyes followed as Harry went to stand at the mic stand and wrapped his small fingers around the microphone before speaking into it. He sounded small as he talked. Zayn could hear the quivering in his voice and his hands were a bit shaky, and his forehead that was glistening with sweat indicated that Harry was having major stage fright. His green eyes never left the stage floor as he stood on the stage, and Zayn was hoping the boy would look up so he could wave at him and hopefully that would cheer the boy up a bit, but he never looked up. And after Harry introduced himself, he went silent, made the parents and teachers worry. He swallowed hard, felt beads of sweat trickling down his face, hands and lips trembling slightly. He dared look up to meet the eyes of the parents and not seeing his mother there, he quickly ran off stage and went behind the curtains. Zayn quickly got up from his seat and exited the theatre in order to go to the back of the stage when the teacher came apologizing and called the name after Harry's. The room behind the stage was full of kids that were waiting for their names to be announced. He saw Niall at the end of the line. "Dad?" Niall called out when he saw his dad bursted in, looking for someone. "Niall, Where's Harry?" "I think he went to the toilet. I was gonna go after him, but it could be my turn any moment." "It's alright, Tiger. You get ready. I'll be here when it's your turn. I'm gonna go find Harry and make sure he's okay." And with that, Zayn exited the room and went to ask a random person for the direction to the nearest restroom. Zayn his way to the restroom and found Harry there, sitting on the floor, alone, holding his knees close to his chest and hid his face in-between. Zayn heard little sobs and the boy looked up when he heard someone entered the room and was surprised to see Zayn. Harry quickly wiped the tears of his face as Zayn dropped down to sit next to him. "Hey there, everything okay?" Zayn gave him the sweetest smile and asked with soft, loving tone, and that was enough to make the boy smile. Harry smiled back weakly through tears. "I can't do it." he replied, voice croaked. "Why not?" Zayn asked. "I did so well when I practiced with my mom. When she's not there, everything just went out my head." Harry said, looking at his lap, sniffling a little. "Hey, don't cry. It's okay." Zayn wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder and pulled him a little closer as to hug the boy and Harry leaned in to rest his head on Zayn's chest. His sobbing was gone now. "And I was there watching you. Next time, you pretend there was just me, and it will get better. It's okay to be nervous. That happens to everyone, but it'll get better. I promise." Zayn ran his hand up and down Harry's upper arm like he always did when he comforted someone. "Thank you, Daddy." Harry said, stopped crying now, and shit, the word did the trick again, Zayn thought. He looked down at the boy who was looking up at him with his green eyes that clear as day from crying. "Kiss me, Daddy?" Harry whispered. Zayn didn't expect that, but he smiled and lowed his head to let his lips meet the boy's anyways, and the kiss felt amazing. It was tender, loving and caring that neither of them wanted to pull away, but did eventually because Harry ran out of breath first. "I don't wanna go back out there." Harry said. "Then let's stay here for a while." Zayn said before capturing the boy's lips between his chapped ones again, this time heating up the kiss until it was passionate and the boy was kissing back just as forcefully that caused the adult to hum in his throat before standing up and picking the boy up as well. He walked towards one of the stalls with the boy in his arms. "Let's get into one of these before someone comes and sees us, yeah?" Zayn asked, and Harry nodded, smiling. They entered the stall. Zayn put the boy back on his feet before he locked the door and turned around to see Harry already had the toilet lid closed and was sitting on it. Zayn smiled. "Well done, Baby. Now take your pants off, yeah?" Harry nodded and eagerly unbuckle his belt and undid his school shorts before shoving them down and stepped out of them, and Zayn could see that Harry was already halfway hard. Zayn smiled to himself as Harry sat back down on the white lid. "Actually, get up, Harry. I'll sit on that toilet and you can sit on me. Sounds good?" Harry nodded again and got up. Zayn sat down on the lid instead, before settling his hand on Harry's waist and bringing the boy closer to him. He undid his jeans, pushed his jeans down a little and pulled his cock out through the hole in the front of his underwear. He stroked his length that was leaking clear liquid at the head and ran his thumb over the tip, collecting the precum before smearing it all over the shaft. He looked into the boy's eyes with his lustful ones as he did so, before he let go of himself, settled his hands back on Harry's waist and guided his legs over his lap. "C'mon, babe. We don't have much time." Zayn said as he made Harry straddle him. He still had to go back out there and watch Niall's presentation. He placed his hands under each of Harry's thighs, parting his legs, and the boy wrapped his fingers around Zayn's cock and set the tip at his entrance before he looked up to meet Zayn's eyes and signaled him to enter him. Zayn did. Inching his cock in slow, he tightened his grip on the boy's thighs. The warmth, wetness and tightness were enough to make Zayn come at the spot, but he didn't. He wanted to last a bit longer. He needed to make sure the boy was feeling good, too before he finished. Zayn opened his mouth to speak once his whole length was in. "Is it okay if I move now?" Zayn asked, and the first that came to Harry's mind was no, he was still too tight from having nothing entered him at all for a week, but he figured they hadn't got much time, so he slowly nodded his head okay. Zayn started moving. And Harry started whimpering at the burn around his hole. The precum didn't do the job. He rested his hands on Zayn's shoulders firmly. Zayn took one hand off his waist and placed a finger on the boy's lips. "Sh, somebody can hear us." he spoke lowly, and Harry just nodded again, pressing his lips together tightly and let the moans and whimpers stop at his throat as the adult's cock penetrated him. As Zayn carried on thrusting into the boy, he realized that the boy was wincing at every thrust and was fighting the moans back, Zayn stilled. "Babe, am I hurting you?" Zayn asked, suddenly concerned. "A- a little." Harry answered, and Zayn sighed. "Baby, next time you let me know, okay? Don't stay quiet. I could have hurt you badly."