Smoke & Mirrors • Zarry

2. Make it hurt

"I thought you said he was hot," Harry joked to Cara with a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked Zayn up and down and Cara bounced over toward the door, snickering, before she pulled Zayn in by the arm, shutting the door behind him.

"Twat," Zayn shot back at Harry as Cara squeezed Zayn's bicep, tugging him into the room.

She was wearing nothing but an oversized black Rage Against the Machine t-shirt, braless, underwear-less, swinging around a bottle of Belvedere Vodka with smudged black eyeliner and an unlit cigarette dangling between her lips, her eyes playfully dancing in the dim lighting as some dark, high-tempo, electronic music played softly in the background.

"You're fresh you little shit. It's not nice to lie like that," she fired over at Harry, grabbing hold of Zayn's bicep again under his leather jacket.

She started to take it off, throwing it on the floor in the corner of the room and dropping the cigarette on the dresser.

"Looks like we'll have to punish him first, Z," she added, glaring at Harry, who seemed to be rather amused by the situation, and then turned to face Zayn, dragging her forefinger from his chest down towards his navel, biting the inside of her lip.

Zayn just stood there in complete bewilderment, fighting off the thought of wondering how exactly it was that Cara and Harry knew each other and if Harry knew it was him that was coming beforehand, but Zayn reminded himself that he wasn't there to ask questions and make small talk because that's not what he did.

Zayn eyed Harry briefly, who was standing there shirtless in black skinny jeans holding a cup of straight vodka, his torso tattooed with this large butterfly, swallows under his collarbones, laurel leafs above his hip bones and a few smaller tattoos visible, most of which Zayn had no idea Harry even possessed and he couldn't help but think about how sexy he actually was as he stood there all statuesque.

But it wasn't a new thought for Zayn, however, because he had found him attractive in the time that he knew Harry, but it was a bit ironic how earlier that evening he had done the one thing he never did before which was hanging out with a customer, specifically Harry, more than just a quick seller-buyer exchange, and they got high together, somewhat enjoyed his company, and contemplated what exactly it was about Zayn that made Harry physically unphased by him, but he was certainly going to take this opportunity to peak Harry's interest because his ego craved it.

"I'm Harry, by the way," he introduced himself to Zayn, pretending as if they didn't already know each other and held his free hand out for a shake, hiding a smirk.

Zayn just raised an eyebrow at Harry and almost would have wondered what the fuck was even happening if he bothered to care, but he didn't, and instead Zayn just pressed his lips together, staring intently at Harry while he hid a smile, finishing off his drink and Cara looked between them, as if she had some suspicion that they already knew each other, but said nothing. She released her hand from the top of Zayn's pants and crawled onto the bed, beckoning for them to join her with her forefinger.

"Come here boys," she purred.

Zayn followed suit as Harry was already tugging his tight jeans off, leaving them on the floor and he moved onto the bed beside Cara, laying flat on his back and within seconds she started kissing on his collarbones, his nipples, and traveling her tongue down his skin, over his butterfly tattoo, pressing her lips against him over and over again until she made her way to the top of his briefs and she lingered there, massaging his semi erect cock through his pants like there was absolutely no time to waste.

Zayn just knelt beside them, watching Cara do her thing, taking every inch of Harry's body in visually as if he was taking mental notes of everything he saw, every tattoo and where it was placed, the shape of his thighs, the way his chest moved up and down as he breathed, the bit of his ribs that poked out and the way his back arched when she tugged his enormous cock out from his pants and Zayn's breath was trapped in his throat for a second. His brown eyes gazed down at Cara's fingers as they met Harry's round tip and she began teasing him, making his cock bounce against his stomach as she grazed his skin with her finger tips, tracing everywhere but hardly touching him and Zayn noticed that Harry quivered, a gentle moan escaping from his puffy pink lips.