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HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND, 3.5s!
Zayn bit his lip and then made his features go blank. He could do this. He could do anything, really. He sat on the edge of the bed. It was just kissing Niall. It wasn’t like someone was making him dance.
“Relax,” said Niall. He scooted himself next to Zayn on the bed, their knees touching.
“I’m relaxed already,” said Zayn, a little annoyed.
Niall put his hand on Zayn’s thigh. “Pretend I’ve just been eating chocolate mints,” he said, and Zayn laughed, because it was so stupid and Niall-y, and Niall grinned at him and kissed him. Niall’s lips pressed gently on his, dry. Then he opened his mouth just a little, his hand on Zayn’s cheek. It felt…kind of nice, really, so Zayn closed his eyes and took a breath and Niall was there with him, just for a moment, before pulling away.
“Eyelashes,” commented Louis, inexplicably.
Zayn looked up. “I know,” Harry was saying. “That was so pretty, Niall, kiss him again.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Niall.
“Nuh-uh,” said Louis, clambering up onto his knees and tackling Niall from behind. “Shut up with your blond fetish, Harry, it’s my turn.”
“You’re not in charge,” Harry pointed out. “Liam’s in charge.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be in charge?” asked Zayn.
“Do you want to be in charge?” asked Liam reasonably. He sounded completely sure of himself except for the way his voice cracked just a little when he said the word “want.”
Zayn thought about it. Nothing about this evening made sense. Not long earlier he’d been this close to pulling a hot girl in a club and now he was snogging Niall Horan in Louis and Harry’s hotel room. “Not really,” he admitted. Letting Liam call the shots had been working pretty well so far.
“Then it’s Louis’ turn,” said Liam. Niall shrugged and got up, plunking himself down in Liam’s lap instead.
“Too right it is,” muttered Louis. He looked Zayn up and down. “Get a bit further onto the bed, love, I don’t bite.”
“Lies,” said Harry.
Zayn looked at Harry’s grip on Louis’ ankle. “Are you sure this is okay - I mean - “
Harry pushed his hair out of his face. “Zayn. Louis adores me - ”
“- cocky bastard - ” said Louis, but didn’t disagree.
“- but you’re beautiful and you’re Zayn and he’ll still adore me when he’s done sticking his tongue down your throat.”
“That was ever so gracious, Haz,” said Louis, simultaneously patting Harry’s head and pulling Zayn closer until they were both on their knees, facing each other. Harry curled on his side to watch.
Zayn felt - not nervous exactly, but - was Louis really going to stick his tongue down his throat? Was he going to ham it up and make it all a big laugh for Harry’s benefit? Kissing Niall had been nice, really nice actually, much less weird than it ought to have been, but this felt a bit more - something. He was further onto the bed now, and you never really knew what to expect from Louis, did you? He looked over to Liam. Liam was still on the chair, Niall slumped back against him, whispering in his ear, but Liam’s eyes were on Zayn. Liam nodded encouragingly when he saw Zayn looking questions at him, but when he spoke, it was to Louis.
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“Louis,” Liam said. “You need to calm Zayn down.”
“Louis Tomlinson, master of zen,” said Niall immediately, but Louis didn’t laugh.
“Zayn,” Louis said. “You know I want to, right?” Zayn hoped he was projecting all kinds of I-don’t-care, but it was maybe possible that Louis knew him better than that. Louis bent his head forward and Zayn braced himself, but Louis’ lips went past his, and Zayn heard his voice in his ear instead. “I want to,” said Louis, “let me?” He put a hand on Zayn’s chest, and Zayn quivered with the warmth of his fingers and all of a sudden knew he wanted it too. When Louis started kissing him, he was swift and sure. Zayn hadn’t decided to open his mouth, but somehow it was open anyway, Louis licking past his lips, and Zayn hadn’t decided to give Louis his tongue, but Louis was sucking it anyway, and Zayn had figured on a short kiss, like with Niall, but Louis wasn’t even coming up for air. Most of all Zayn hadn’t planned on showing just how much he liked it, but despite himself he groaned and his hips pushed forward into Louis and then Louis was gasping and sinking back onto his heels, away from him.
“I’m sorry!” Zayn said, aghast at himself. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.”
Louis turned to Harry on the bed. “What did he say, Hazza? What the fuck did he just say.” He flopped backwards, boneless.
Harry looked, round-eyed, from Louis to Zayn and back again, and then reached out his hand and began undoing Louis’ shirt buttons. Zayn knew he’d gone way too far, fuck, he’d messed it up again.
“He says,” Harry explained to Louis, voice deep and slow, “he says he’s sorry.” He had all Louis’ buttons undone now and was crouched over him, beginning to kiss his way down from his collarbone.
“He’s sorry,” Louis repeated. “What’s he sorry for, do you think?”
God, Zayn thought, did they have to torture him like this? It was difficult, that’s all. Louis was just so - he’d never expected - anyway he didn’t mean to. “I didn’t mean to,” he repeated out loud.
“Apparently,” said Harry, licking Louis’ left nipple, “he didn’t mean to be incredibly fucking hot and give you a massive hard-on.”
“Inconsiderate,” agreed Louis, and Zayn tried not to look, but Louis’s hand was, well, Louis was touching himself. Stroking.
That was when Zayn turned to Liam and Niall, thoroughly confused. Niall had sunk down to the floor at Liam’s feet and Liam was hunched over a little, fidgeting. When he spoke, though, his voice was steady.
“You’d better move on to Harry, now, Zayn, I think he needs it.”
“God, yes,” agreed Harry, and then stopped. “Not that it’s about me. Or Louis! We’re just, you know. It’s kissing practice. For Zayn.”
“For Zayn,” came Louis’ voice, a bit muffled against Harry’s side.
Zayn swallowed. He’d been hard since - well, since Louis had whispered to him, touched him, said he wanted him. He was supposed to be paying attention, taking mental notes on kissing, but he was mucking it up, so turned on that he was, let’s face it, probably learning nothing.
“Earth to Zayn!” called Niall. “Harry’s waiting.”
“If you’re okay with it,” Harry said quickly.
“He’s okay with it,” said Liam. He breathed out slowly and leaned back in his chair. Niall patted his leg, obviously amused about something.
Zayn looked from Liam to Harry. “If you’re sure -“
“Get your fucking mouth on my boyfriend, Malik,” said Louis.
“Shut up, Louis,” said Harry. “So why don’t you lie down right over here, Zayn, okay?”
Someone made a sound. Zayn didn’t think it was him. At least, he hoped it wasn’t him. “But,” Zayn tried again. He wasn’t sure about lying down.
“Zayn,” said Liam. “This is about practice, right? Practice in all kinds of situations.” He had that reassuring voice he used when Harry was freaking out about his solos. So it was probably okay to lie down, because Liam was always right when he was using that voice: Harry usually ended up singing well and even when he didn’t, everyone loved him anyway, because he was Harry. Speaking of Harry, he looked really hot right now, propping himself up on his side, waiting for Zayn, hard-on pushing out the front of his boxers. That was probably from kissing Louis, Zayn thought.
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Harry raised his eyebrows and pointed to the place beside him. Zayn bit his lip and obeyed. Stretched out on his back, he was feeling less nervous now - there was Louis, not mocking at all, on one side of him, and on the other side Harry, one hand lightly on Zayn’s stomach, grinning his ridiculous grin. Liam wasn’t far away - Liam was still in charge, after all - and Niall, who’d said everyone wanted to kiss him. Harry would kiss him, and Zayn would be ready for it this time, not surprised and off-guard like with Louis, and, and fuck. He’d tilted his lips up to Harry’s but Harry’s mouth was on his neck instead. He slung a leg over Zayn’s and sucked at his throat.
“Rules!” chirped Niall. “Can he do that, Liam? Only they’re meant to be kissing.”
With Harry pressing him down, Zayn couldn’t lift his head high enough to see Liam, but he heard his voice, a bit ragged: “Yeah, he can do that.”
“Oh,” said Niall, sounding a bit put out. “I want another turn later, then.”
Zayn wanted to hear Liam’s answer, but then got distracted when Harry lifted his head from his neck and looked at Zayn for a long moment. Zayn’s mouth fell open and Harry kissed him firmly once before shifting his weight onto him completely, the length of his near-naked body pressing against Zayn’s. Zayn felt Harry’s erection hard against his abdomen and groaned, no longer trying to hold back.
“His shirt, Harry,” said Louis, low. “I want to see.”
“Oh god,” said Harry. “Zayn, can we?” He was rocking his hips against Zayn absently, staring at him, one hand on the bed, the other - on Louis? Zayn writhed, didn’t trust himself to speak, just started scrabbling at his shirt.
“Ssh,” said Harry, and raised himself up, straddling Zayn’s hips. “Let Louis.” Louis let out a breath next to him and tugged at Zayn’s shirt. Zayn wriggled obligingly, propping himself up. It was stupidly hard to get it off, maybe because Harry was still thrusting against him in slow heaves and Louis was touching him all over as he pushed up the shirt, his hands on Zayn’s stomach, his back, his chest, fingers brushing at his nipples.
“Look at Liam,” Louis whispered. “Zayn, look.” Zayn didn’t feel capable of much independent movement but his eyes went to Liam, Liam’s shocked face, his broad shoulders, his hand at the zipper of his jeans. Liam was rubbing himself, slowly, intently, and his mouth was shaping the word “Zayn.”
“Liam,” said Zayn helplessly. Their eyes locked and Zayn saw himself as Liam must see him - on his back, half naked, in their hands. For a second Louis and Harry weren’t there at all, but then Harry’s hands were slipping into his waistband, and Zayn’s attention snapped back.
Zayn managed, “oh god Harry,” before he stopped making words. His shirt was over his head, and for a moment he couldn’t see. Groping, he felt someone grab his hand - Harry? Louis? - and then someone’s tongue against his palm. The shirt ripped and was off and Louis had two of Zayn’s fingers in his mouth. Harry lowered himself down again, his bare chest to Zayn’s, and kissed him, deeply this time, moving against him.
“Fuck,” Harry gasped out, “I can’t - Zayn - Louis - please -“ and Zayn wasn’t sure what that meant, but Louis did, because he was yanking Harry sideways and climbing on top of him, and Zayn could have cried from the sudden absence, the empty space where Harry’s body had been, except that Liam was saying, “Zayn. Zayn, now,” and Niall was getting up and saying something cheerful about how for once Liam had to wait for last. Zayn cast a last look over at Harry and Louis, Louis’s head bobbing at Harry’s groin, and then stumbled off the bed and to Liam, Liam, who was waiting for him in the armchair with his thighs spread wide. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to sink to his knees between them, the bare skin of his sides against the roughness of Liam’s jeans.
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Zayn closed his eyes, put his one hand on each of Liam’s knees, stroked up his thighs, felt Liam shake under his hands. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to do this, he wasn’t sure what the rules were anymore. But he knew what he wanted, he wanted to do what Louis was doing to Harry, he wanted to do that for Liam, who’d given him all this. Zayn licked his lips, heard a noise like a sob from Liam above him. Zayn was just bowing his head when he felt Liam’s hands on his face.
“No,” Liam said gently, and all the shame came rushing back - Liam didn’t want him to do it, Liam didn’t want him.
Zayn looked up at him, unable to hide the hurt. “No,” said Liam again, and smiled. “Kissing practice, remember?” He pulled Zayn up, into his lap, Zayn’s knees dropping open as if Zayn’s body knew all the things Zayn didn’t, straddling Liam’s hips like Harry had straddled his. Liam sucked in a breath as Zayn fit himself into his lap. He touched Zayn’s hair, his face, traced a finger across his mouth, swiped it just inside. From somewhere far away Zayn heard a cry from Harry, a soft noise from Louis.
“You okay?” Liam asked.
“No,” said Zayn. “No, I’m not okay,” and he thrust himself against Liam, hard. “Like I’ll ever be okay again, fuck you, Liam, fuck you.” He tugged at Liam’s shirt, buttons pulling open, and then Liam was laughing at him, hands in his hair, pulling his face down to his lips, and Liam was kissing him.
“Do you know,” Liam was saying between kisses, breathless, “you’re the very wrongest person in the world?”
Zayn shook his head, but he didn’t want to argue, he just wanted Liam’s mouth, back on his, Liam’s skin, bare against his. “Need you,” he mumbled, as Liam unzipped his jeans, slid his hands under his briefs, cupped his arse.
“What you need,” began Liam, and stopped. “What you need. Look, Zayn, I’m going to tell you what to do, all right?”
Zayn tried to think this through but it made no sense, not as much sense as Liam’s mouth on his neck, Liam's hips pushing up against Zayn in a quickening rhythm. “Why’re you asking me,” he managed eventually. “Liam. Liam, please.”
“Oh god,” said Liam, and he clutched at Zayn, brought him close, and if Zayn had been hard before with Louis and Harry it was nothing to what he felt now, in Liam’s arms, rocking against him, Liam reaching into his jeans for his cock and whispering, “Come now, Zayn, do it, do it for me.” Zayn closed his eyes, his lips on Liam’s, and did what Liam said.
“Zayn,” said Liam, his hand all messy. “Zayn. Oh, Zayn, I’ll kiss you, I’ll kiss you all the time,” and jerked against him, and was still.
For a moment they just breathed. Zayn was thinking that everything was probably maybe okay and wondering if everything might even keep being okay the next day. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to get up from the chair, not as long as Liam was there.
There was a loud yawn from the general area of the bed. “I told you Liam was smartest,” said Harry drowsily.
“Okay, next time I’m going last,” said Niall.
“You just shut up,” said Louis, “and maybe you’ll get a handjob in the morning.”
Liam snorted. “As if either of you will even be awake in the morning.”
“Oh, listen to our fearless leader who just came in his pants,” said Niall, and Louis laughed, and Harry tackled Niall, and Zayn hugged Liam’s head against his chest and was sure everything was and would be okay, in the sense of incredibly amazing.
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It was a week or so later, and they were backstage at a radio station, being asked the same silly questions, because it seemed that world-shaking events could happen, like Zayn finding out that Liam Payne liked kissing him and telling him what to do, and the world just kept on turning as if nothing had happened at all. So they explained what their least favorite food was, and where they wanted to go on holiday, and then the presenter grinned and said all her listeners wanted to know which of the boys was the best kisser.
She was a bit taken aback when all of them but Zayn yelled out the same name. Zayn just coughed and tried not to look at Liam. The presenter patted Zayn on the knee. “You must be something special, love, what’s your secret?”
Zayn tried to make his face go blank. He was getting better at gazing thoughtfully into the distance without looking as if he were about to fall asleep.
“Don’t feel bad,” said Louis consolingly to the presenter. He swung his legs up and into Zayn’s lap. “He won’t tell us either.”
“He likes to be mysterious,” said Liam, “but I think it’s just that he’s had a lot of practice.”
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hahahah, omg, amazing!
“Normally the wild Liam grazes peacefully in his native habitat,” intoned Louis. “Only sometimes, in mating season, does he slap-fight with drunken Irishmen who infringe on his terrain. Ow - Liam!”
They weren't sure if he liked her! Because they were watching!! SO THEY CAME TO HELP. And then slapfights, :D
“Hello Liam, hello Zayn’s disapproving face, how many pizzas do you think,” said Niall.
And ZAYN being the one who is disapproving about the mess. CANON.
Not even silence in the everyone-being-quiet-except-for-Louis sense of the word
Because they have to have a new definition for silence now that they are in a band with Louis *________*
Louis sat up on the bed. “Because he’s the one who came up with a completely bullshit plan to actually make it happen. While other people I know are hanging around uselessly ordering pizza or showing off their excess nipples, Liam is bringing a dream to life.”
This made me laugh out loud for a really long time.
“Okay, next time I’m going last,” said Niall.
I LOVE Niall in this. Hilarious little Irish pixie, <3
Zayn tried to make his face go blank. He was getting better at gazing thoughtfully into the distance without looking as if he were about to fall asleep.
ahahahaaaaaaaaaa, also accurate, omg!
SO BASICALLY THIS IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD, OMG, ALL OF THE KISSING AND ZAYN AND THE EPILOGUE, OMG, NOTHING IS BETTER THAN THIS STORY!!!!!!!!
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Just. Thank you for putting this into my life. All the awards!
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