Your Creation • Zarry

51. I've never felt less cool

November 23, 2014

That was the night of the American Music Awards in Los Angeles, the night when I wore a kurta and Zayn's loose strand of hair became instantly iconic, the night that sparked a domino effect of all the chain of events that was soon to follow.

The rest of the boys were already on their way to Australia for the ARIA awards but that night I had somehow managed to weasel my way out of Zayn and I traveling with them. I promised that we'd make it out on the next flight the following day and everybody was pissed off but to be quite honest I didn't give a shit. It had been such a long year, we were exhausted, and more than anything Zayn and I really needed a night together.

We went straight to the hotel and I was buzzing with excitement. I watched as Zayn slowly opened the door to our suite only to see that I had the whole room littered with dozens of red and white roses and bottles of the finest Dom Perignon.

"Oh wow..."

"What do you think?" I asked, squeezing his shoulder, hoping that he was impressed with my romantic gesture.

His eyes darted over toward the massive jacuzzi tub by the balcony and he grabbed ahold of my hand.

"I think we need to get in that jacuzzi right now."

I laughed while he dragged me over towards it, proceeding to pull off the kurta above my head, removed my fedora and threw both on the floor while his hands traveled down my torso toward the waist of my black trousers.

Zayn bit his lip, eying me like he was ready to devour me and I already felt my cock stirring a little.

"You looked so good tonight I could hardly contain myself..." he purred, slowly unbuttoning my pants.

"I noticed..." I replied with a short chuckle and started unbuttoning Zayn's black shirt at the same time, revealing the angel wings tattoo on his chest. I grazed my finger tips along his inked skin, smiling to myself. My only angel.

We settled into the jacuzzi completely naked and I leaned over to pop the cork on the champagne, proceeding to pour each of us a glass.

"Cheers to winning artist of the year...and to us," I said grinning as we clinked our glasses together and downed our drinks within seconds.

Zayn pulled me towards him through the hot water, my legs wrapping around his body as his arms reached out to pull me in for an embrace. He pressed his lips to mine for a moment, his velvet tongue slowly slipping inside my mouth and sending that rush throughout my body once again.

I moaned into him, my eyes fluttering closed as our wet bodies melted together, my cock growing stiffer as it was pressed up against him. The pace of our kissing picked up and became more passionate while Zayn's hand reached towards the back of my head where his fingers wrapped themselves in my curls, which had been growing out; both of our hair was much longer that year.

"I want you so fucking bad," he said into my ear as I felt his cock growing stiff beneath me.

"Tell me what you want," I responded, reaching my hand behind me and feeling the tip of his head, rubbing my thumb across it.

"Fuck me again."

Oh God.

This was not a regular occurrence for us but whenever Zayn found himself in the mood to bottom I wanted to explode immediately. I removed myself from Zayn and sat down beside him in the jacuzzi, pulling him on top of me, his legs straddling my body.

He leaned in and kissed me hard once more, grinding on me as his thick cock slowly rubbed up against my torso. I reached my fingers down and began rubbing his hole gently before slowly inserting my middle finger, massaging his insides while he whimpered.