chance connection |2| [zarry]

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Harry is watching him when Zain opens his eyes, a frown on his face and his thumb drawing circles in Zain's belly.

"How long have you been watching me, creepy?" he asks groggily, cupping Harry's cheek.

"Not long," Harry says, kissing him. "I'm gonna miss you, is all."

"You too, babe," Zain says, pulling Harry back in to kiss him again. Harry hums contentedly, rubbing his fingers through Zain's hair.

"Freddie is so quiet today," Harry says, pressing his face into Zain's shoulder. "It's already half seven."

"Louis has him probably," Zain yawns. "He wants to go out later."

"Where? With whom?" Harry asks curiously, looking at the door with a frown. "Did you lock it last night?"

"I think so," Zain answers, pulling Harry closer. "And dunno. I think one of his colleagues." 

"Male or female?" Harry asks, batting Zain's hands away and getting up. "Is it like a date thing or a friend thing?"

"Dunno," Zain says, watching Harry check the door, which was indeed locked, and take off his pants before sliding back into bed, straddling Zain and leaning down to kiss him.

"Why not? Don't you ask?" Harry asks, stoking his hands over Zain's torso and kissing his cheek and the corner of his mouth softly.

"Didn't yesterday," Zain shrugs. "Ask him yourself later."

"I will," Harry says, grabbing the lube off the bedside table and pouring some on his hand, wrapping it around Zain's cock firmly. 

Zain gasps, because it's mostly cool. Harry smirks down at him, so Zain has to pinch him in punishment. "Can you stop talking about Louis now?" he asks, pouring some lube onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up some, because unlike some he was considerate.

"Dunno, can I?" Harry asks, grinning. "Louis-"

Zain takes him by the back of his neck, pulling him down gently and pressing a careful finger into him. Harry gasps, effectively silenced, and Zain licks across his lower lip, and into his mouth kissing him deeply while Harry rocks back against him, biting slightly at Zain's mouth, and then grinding forward. Zain can't get enough of him and he's going to miss him and touching him and sex with him. He just wants to keep him like this always, with his face flushed and still a bit of that mischief in his expression, his hair a mess and his lips wet and red, making those noises, his skin glistening with sweat.

"Harry!" Freddie yells, slapping his palm against the door and trying the handle and Harry jerks, abruptly distracted. "Harry, wake up!"

"Freddie!" Louis calls loudly right after.

"Shit," Zain swears. Freddie hasn't interrupted like this in ages, but he should have known that he wouldn't let himself be distracted from Harry for long today.

The door is thick enough that they can only hear Louis voice now that he's not yelling anymore, sounding stern, and Freddie's whining, still knocking on the door from time to time, but the mood is effectively ruined, Harry frowning and moving off Zain, wiping his hand on his belly, even as Louis finally manages to coax Freddie back downstairs from the sounds of it.