Ziall Oneshot

 

Niall’s POV

We walk into the room, welcomed by screams and shouts of the fans surrounding us. I take my place in between Zayn and Louis. We all get comfortable in our seats, get given miniature bottles of water and we’re ready to begin the book signing.

 

I’m not gonna lie, i’m pretty hypnotized by Zayn. It’s not like i’m gay.. or atleast i don’t think so. Nah i can’t be, i still love women. Like a lot. But Zayn… he’s perfect. Shit, he’s looking at me, and my cheeks are burning.. act natural.

 

“sup mate?” he asks

 

“nothin bro, just chillin” i reply, my voice shaky. He just gives me a cheesy grin, and ruffles my hair and looks away. Fuck.

 

Zayn’s POV

 

Niall’s acting really weird tonight. Like even weirder than usual.. something’s not right. I place my hand on his thigh reassuringly. He just looks up at me, cheeks bright red, and smiles. He’s so gorgeous.

 

The first fan comes along and i take my hand off Niall’s thigh to hug her. She continues on down the line, collecting hugs off all the other boys, while i place my hand back on Ni’s thigh, possibly a little higher than before. His breathing stutters, but i think nothing of it.

 

We carry on signing book’s and taking photos with the fans, meanwhile my hand is reaching higher and higher until it’s right at the top of his thigh, directly next to his crotch. By this point, i was getting quite curious as to see what he’d do if i.. carried on going higher..

 

Niall’s POV

 

Shit. Zayn’s hand is placed about 2 inches away from my semi hard cock. I’m getting so turned on, fuck. Louis keeps giving me weird looks, and asking if i’m alright.. he’s suspicious.

 

“zee stop, you’re gonna get us in trouble..”

 

He gives me a smirk as he looks down at my crotch and whispers in my ear;

 

“doesn’t look like you want me to stop” and winks.

 

I just rearrange the way im sat and push myself in, closer to the table to try and hide what’s going on.

 

“ni are ya alright mate? you’re very fidgety tonight, what’s goin on?” Lou asks, looking genuinely worried..

 

“nothin man, just tired” i try to play off with a laugh.

 

By this point, Zayn’s hand is hovering over my throbbing dick. I can’t control myself anymore. I try to stay calm, taking pictures with fans, signing books, but i can’t stop thinking about Zayn’s hand on my crotch.

 

I can see him in the corner of my eye, smirking to himself, taking a glance at me, and smirking again. I look up at a fan in front of me smiling while she asks a question. I overhear a fan, who’s talking to Zayn, ask about his relationship with Perrie. He answers something about them being ‘as strong as ever’ but as soon as that fan moves onto me, he squeezes my dick making me moan under my breath, a bit too loud considering Lou hears and chuckles. Fucksake.

 

Within the next 2 minutes, Zayn’s got my zipper on my jeans unzipped and is palming my through my boxers. The friction feels amazing, and i’m trying to control my moans. Every now and again little whimpers slip out, and Lou overhears and giggles.

 

I don’t know how Zayn is controlling himself through this, he doesn’t seem to be turned on in the slightest, and i have no idea how he’s hiding what he’s doing. He slowly reaches into the waistband of my boxers, and i feel my dick twitch and the cold touch of his fingers, coming into contact with my burning skin. He reaches further into my boxers and grabs a hold of my dick, already leaking with precome from the amount of teasing he was doing.

 

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite into it. Hard. Hard enough that i can taste the metallic taste of blood. I hold back my moans, as he strokes his hand up and down my leaking cock, thumbing my slit as he goes. I slightly whimper at the feeling and, causing the fan in front of me to flush and giggle.

 

Zayn looks at me, and i look back at him with pleading eyes. He smirks and starts to flick his wrist, jerking my dick fast and hard. He strokes me up and down frantically, causing him to bang his hand on the table. Which makes Louis instantly turn to me and raises his eyebrows.

 

“I- Ur, banged my knee..” i manage to squeak out

 

I can’t keep it in any longer, Zayn’s tossing me off so fast. I throw my head back against the chair and bite down onto my hand, as i cum, shooting white all over Zayn’s hand. Without realising, I had obviously moved back as i threw my head back, causing me to expose to Louis what was happening.

“dirty fuckers” he says to us, shaking his head.

 

Zayn removes his hand from my trousers, wiping it on the underside of the tablecloth, causing me to cringe.

 

“don’t worry, i’ll sort you out later” i say to Zayn with a wink

“i’ll be looking forward to it” he replies with a smirk.