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Payback- Zustin

Justin's Pov:

Zayn and I are step brothers, his dad meet my mom two years ago and a year ago they got married. Zayn is two years younger than me, I'm 19 and Zayn is 17.

Mom and Christian was leaving for a weekend and they were leaving us alone together the whole weekend. This was the worst idea mom and Christian ever had, we probably wouldn't be able to stop arguing, which is one of many reasons we are grounded now and are forced to stay home on a Saturday.

I was about ready to jump off a cliff, and worse was that mom and Christian had warned Mr. Davis next door to keep an eye out in case I left, as if Zayn never did anything wrong.

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"This is all your fucking fault." Zayn seethed, throwing the remote on the table. I laughed.

"You're the stupid one. I wasn't the one fucking someone in their room and got caught." I spoke amused, popping a piece of popcorn into my mouth. Zayn gasped at me from his side of the couch.

"I was NOT having sex, I'm not a sex junky like you are Justin." He huffed, looking at the TV as the movie Hunger games Catching fire was playing. I just chuckled.

"Oh, so were you jacking yourself off then?" I cocked a brow, it's not being the first time I heard his soft moans from his bedroom. His face grew red. I laughed again.

"That's what I thought."

"You don't have to be such a jackass all the time!" he yelled loudly.

"Can you shut the fuck up? Have you forgotten we live in a neighborhood, or are you too stupid to remember that too?" I questioned, eating more popcorn. I felt a whack at my bare chest, a pillow suddenly on my lap.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" I asked smirking.

"No, but this is." He growled, hitting me with his fists before trying to hit my face with a pillow. I worried about him sometimes; he was sure to not put up much of a fight if he were to ever account one.

I was growing aggravated at his refusal to stop banging on me. Grabbing his small wrists, I pushed him off and pressed him into the couch.

"STOP!" I yelled, eyes wide as my chest lifted and rose with each breath.

Zayn's ecstatic raven locks were curtaining his brown eyes, his pink plump lips parted as he stared up into my eyes. He looked deeply at me, squealing out a "sorry."

"I don't want your apology." I rasped, looking back at him.

Oh yeah I forgot to tell you I'm gay.

"Oh fuck you!" he yelled into my face.

"No thank you" I replied with a smile that made him angry. He hesitated, looking into my eyes before I let go of his wrists, hands pressing into the leather of the couch. Grabbing my face, Zayn slapped my cheek.

"I hurt you." He smirked as if it was funny.

"Your point?" I cocked a brow.

"You like it rough Justin?" his eyes gleamed bright. I felt my jaw clench tight, and an intense wave of pleasure washing over me for the first time looking into his eyes, taking in his beauty.

"You should take it if you want It." he led on, hand running down my abs.

I swallowed, pulling my body off of him. "No Zayn, that's wrong" I said, sitting back onto the couch. He sat up, looking over at me before throwing his leg over mine.

"Come on Justin, it's only wrong if we get caught." he pressed. I looked at him skeptically.

"Please...I know you haven't had a little pleasure in a long time. I don't think Marcus has been giving you what you need" he pushed his hips against mine causing me to hiss. He referred to my boyfriend.