Good Fuck

Lonely.
That's how Zayn has recently seemed to feel.
Until one night he stumbles across Liam- hand down the front of his pants and lips caught between his teeth.
Zayn can't help but to stay for the show.

Fuck Buddies.
That's what him and Liam become after that night. Touching each other and sending smug looks to the other from across the room.
But what happens when those looks mean a hell of a lot more to Zayn than they do to Liam?