Let Lips Do What Hands Do 5/10
Title: Let Lips Do What Hands Do
Chapter: 5/10
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Word Count: 3,471
Rating: soft R (this chapter)
Warnings: Some language, scenes of a sexual nature.
Disclaimer: Not mine, oh, but how I wish they were.
Summary: You're not supposed to fall in love with students, it's unethical or something.
Chapter Five
Zayn switched from looking in his rear-view mirror to looking over his shoulder as he slowly manoeuvred his car into its park. Parallel parking was never his strong suit. He pulled the front of the car into line as he reversed, then inched the car forward, praying he didn’t hit the car in front. Satisfied, and a little relieved, Zayn turned off the engine and got out of the car. After making sure it was locked, twice, Zayn made his way to the foot path, still a bit icy from the snow storm over the weekend. He walked up the street to his sister’s house, only having to steady himself once when his foot slipped from under him on a small patch of ice.
He pressed the doorbell then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his coat. Half a minute later the sounds of locks sliding back could be heard and the front door opened to reveal Zayn’s very pregnant older sister, Doniya.
“Hiya. Ohh it’s freezing out there, get in.”
Zayn shut the door behind him, flicking one of the locks once it was closed and pulled his sister in for a hug. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Hi, how are you doing?”
“Alright, I’ll just be happy to get this baby out of me to be quite honest.” She unwound his scarf from his neck and hung it on the coat stand beside the door. “I’ll go make some tea. You get yourself set up in the living room.”
After pulling off his coat and hanging it up with his scarf, Zayn bent down to undo the laces of his boots, slipping them off and setting them next to several other pairs of shoes. He followed his sister into the kitchen instead of going to the living room like she’d suggested. “You’re ready to have him out then? How long have you got now?”
Doniya looked up from where she was spooning sugar into their mugs. “Three weeks tomorrow, I have it marked on the calendar and everything. I think I might cry if he decides to come late. Oh, Mum brought round some biscuits yesterday, they’re in the pantry.”
“You’re definitely over this then.” Zayn laughed as he tugged open the pantry door and pulled the tin of his mum’s homemade chocolate chip biscuits towards him.
“Of course I am.” He could practically hear her roll her eyes at him. “Don’t get me wrong, the maternity leave is kind of nice, but everything hurts. My back aches, my knees ache, I can’t see my ankles right now but I'm pretty sure they’re swollen - and they ache.” She took a deep breath as Zayn set the biscuit tin on the counter next to their mugs. “Ahh, the joys of motherhood.”
Zayn wrapped his cold hands around the mug she handed him and took a small sip, the tea warming his chest as he swallowed. “But at least he’s not screaming for hours on end right now. You finally decided on a name yet or what?”
His sister scrunched up her nose and made an annoyed sound. “No, Anthony couldn’t pick this child’s name if his life depended on it. I think we might just have to decide when he’s born. If not, we’ll just call him Baby for the rest of his life.”
Zayn gasped mockingly, staring at her wide-eyed. “You can’t do that. You’d never be able to put him in a corner then.”
“Oh, ha ha, remind me why you didn’t become a comedian again?” She shoved him in the direction of the living room. “Now, I assume you have a reason, other than to see how I was doing, for coming to visit me?”
“What makes you think I have ulterior motives for this visit, hmm?” He watched as his sister carefully lowered herself down into the recliner next to the sofa he was sat on. She popped the footrest and sighed gratefully.
“Because,” she said, pulling her long, dark hair over one shoulder and fixing Zayn with a knowing look. “You asked if Anthony was going to be home. You only do that when you want to talk.”
Zayn pushed the toe of his socked foot into the carpet and shrugged. “Maybe I thoug-”
“It’s two o’clock in the afternoon on a Monday, Zayn, you knew he’d be at work.” Zayn pulled a face at her when she interrupted and raised an eyebrow at him. “Spill.”
After clearing his throat and taking a big gulp of his tea, Zayn turned in towards the armrest of the sofa to face his sister properly. He picked at his thumbnail. “Hypothetically.” He began but Doniya interrupted him again.
“But not really hypothetically, right?”
Zayn glared at her. “Just shut up and let me talk?” She raised her hands in concession and he continued on. “Hypothetically there’s this girl I'm interested in, and I'm fairly certain she’s interested in me. There’s been a lot of flirting and I kissed her once, on the cheek. But she has a, uh, a boyfriend who could really mess me up and despite that, I want to be with hi-her. I could ruin everything, I know that, and it freaks me out but at the same time I sort of find myself not caring. I don’t know what to do.”
She was looking at him thoughtfully, hands clasped around her cooling mug of tea. She took a sip. “Well, first of all, you seem to really like this girl. You should see your face. You’re trying to look all worried but you can’t quite help smiling. It’s nice. I haven’t seen you like this about someone in a while.” She smiled at him and Zayn grinned back. She was right. He hadn’t felt like this about anyone else for a long time. “Secondly, is it Louis?”
Zayn choked on the sip of tea he’d just taken. “What?” He spluttered. “Me and Lou?”
“You two have been really close since you first met. It’s not unusual to start having feelings for your best friend, Zayn.” She rubbed a soothing circle on her round belly, her eyebrows raised matter-of-factly as she looked at him.
He was still wide-eyed and his throat stung a bit from the choking. “Yeah, I know that. But I don’t want to get with Louis.” Zayn shook his head in disbelief. “He has a girlfriend, Eleanor. You’ve met her more than once.”
Doniya shrugged and bit into one of the biscuits Zayn had set on the arm of the recliner for her earlier. “Sorry, my mistake. Now that I think about, I doubt Eleanor could take you in a fight, not that you’d fight her in the first place. It is a boy though isn’t it?”
Zayn didn’t say anything to start with, he just stared at her. She didn’t look angry or upset - and she was the one to suggest he might fancy Louis. “Yeah.” He said it slowly and a small smile pulled at the corners of his sister’s mouth.
“So it’s a boy - who isn’t Louis. But he has a boyfriend?”
“His name’s Liam, and yeah, something like that. Basically there are extenuating circumstances which mean we probably shouldn’t be together.” Zayn rubbed a hand across his jaw and hoped that was both a detailed yet vague enough reason for not being able to be with Liam. It’s not like he was going to out and tell his sister that Liam was one of his students; the looks Louis keeps shooting him were bad enough.
The smile on his sister’s face had faded and she looked at him quite seriously. “Do the other girls know?” Zayn knew she wasn’t just talking about whether or not their sister’s knew about Liam.
“Waliyha might, she came to visit me at uni once when I was seeing a guy, but Safaa doesn’t.” Suddenly Zayn reached out and took his sister’s hand in his own. He looked at her intently then said quietly “Mum and Dad definitely don’t.”
“I'm not going to tell them, Zayn.” She looked almost offended. “But maybe you should? I mean, it’s not like you never see them, and wouldn’t you rather tell them yourself than have them find out from someone else?”
Zayn tipped his head back against the sofa and grimaced. “Sorry, yeah, sorry. I know you wouldn’t tell them. I need to do it, but I think I'm going to wait.”
“To see if things work out with Liam?”
Zayn had two choices, he could tell her that realistically things with Liam were probably never going to work out - mostly due to the fact Zayn was his teacher - or, “Yeah, I’ll see if things work out first.” He smiled tightly and picked up another biscuit.
***
Zayn pulled the plug out of the sink and rinsed away some of the lingering bubbles after watching the soapy water swirl down the plughole. He’d peeled off his dish gloves and was about to grab a tea towel to dry his dinner dishes when there was a knock at his front door. Zayn frowned and walked down the hall to the door, checking his reflection quickly in the glass of a photo frame hanging on the wall.
His frown deepened when he looked through the peephole and saw Liam standing there, arms crossed in front of himself and kicking the toe of his shoe against the ground. Zayn quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open. “How do you know where I live?”
“I can use the Internet, you know. I looked you up in the White Pages.” Liam shrugged and looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“White Pages, right.” Zayn cocked his head to the side and rubbed at his forehead. “Uh, next question, why are you on my doorstep at nearly nine o’clock in the evening? Actually how did you even get to my doorstep? Someone would’ve had to have let you in.”
“There was a couple coming in so I came in with them, told them I was going to see you. They have no clue who you are by the way.” Liam gave a short laugh. “I told my mum that I was staying at Harry’s tonight - I am going to, just so you know. I just thought now would be a time when you were probably home so we could talk about what happened on Friday.”
“Friday? Fuck, Liam.” Zayn face screwed up and he linked his fingers on top of his head.
Liam took a step back, looking sheepish. “If it’s not a good time I can-”
Zayn cut him off. “No, its fine. Come in.” He stepped aside to let the boy through, closing the door behind him. He watched as Liam slipped off his Chucks and pushed them up against the wall with his foot. Once Liam had turned to face him, Zayn began to talk again. “Liam, Friday was…I think we need to talk about boundaries. One of those being turning up at my flat.”
“You kissed me.”
Zayn sighed deeply and held his hands out in front of himself, moving them as he spoke. “I know, and I shouldn’t have, therefore boundaries. But I'm not having this conversation in my hallway.”
Liam followed Zayn into the living room and stopped when he got to the middle of the room. “You kissed me.”
“You need to stop saying that because I really need to start talking about boundaries.” He almost took a step back when Liam moved towards him.
“You kissed me,” Liam repeated and shifted closer to Zayn again, his eyes fixed on Zayn’s. “But I didn’t get to kiss you.”
He had to close his eyes. “Liam, please.” Zayn whispered and bit down on his bottom lip. He felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes as it slid up the side of his neck. Liam was so close now, his eye’s roaming over Zayn’s face and his fingers splayed across the back of Zayn’s neck. The boy leant into him and Zayn felt his heartbeat speed up as Liam’s breath ghosted along his cheek.
The kiss Liam pressed to Zayn’s cheek was high on his cheekbone. His lips were soft and a little cold from being outside, and Zayn’s breath caught in his throat when Liam dropped his hand and pulled away from him. His whole face was warm and his body felt shaky, knees buckling slightly before he locked them and stood up straight.
They stood in the middle of Zayn’s living room just staring at each other for a few long seconds before Zayn reached out and put a hand on either side of Liam’s head, fingers sliding into his loose curls. He stepped closer to Liam, so they were toe to toe, and rested his forehead against Liam’s. “I really shouldn’t even be thinking about this.” Zayn whispered weakly. “But I can’t stop. I’ve been thinking about you for weeks. What have you done to me?”
Liam smiled and his hand came up to curl around the back of Zayn’s neck once more. His other went to Zayn’s hip, sliding under the cardigan he was wearing and clinging to his t-shirt. “Probably the same thing you’ve done to me, I'm guessing.”
Zayn groaned when Liam’s thumb rubbed over his hipbone. He tangled his fingers further in Liam’s hair, tugging on it until the boy gasped. “You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“We could get in a lot of trouble.” Liam whispered back, nodding gently, and then pushing at Zayn’s hip, delicately prodding him into moving backwards towards Zayn’s sofa. “You should send me away.”
They were nearing the sofa now, socked feet shuffling on the carpet, hips bumping occasionally as they moved. Zayn didn’t think he could let go of Liam right now even if he wanted to. “I can’t.” Zayn felt his calves hit the edge of the sofa. Liam nudged his hip once more then dragged his hand up Zayn’s side when Zayn sat down, pulling Liam with him.
His hands were still framing Liam’s face. Zayn could feel the boy’s cheeks hot under his palms. Liam shuffled about slightly, adjusting the way his knees were on the sofa cushion before lowering himself down to sit on Zayn’s lap. Liam’s eyes had never left his face but his gaze had dropped to Zayn’s lips, the warm brown of his irises nearly lost to the black of his dilated pupils. Zayn’s tongue came out to wet his lower lip and he watched as Liam copied the movement. Zayn let out a breathy groan at that and Liam’s eyes came back up to meet Zayn’s.
The first press of their lips was soft, chaste. Liam tilted his head down and to the side slightly to fit their lips together for a long moment. Zayn could hear his blood rushing in his ears and when Liam finally pulled away he let out a shaky breath. He pulled his hands from where they were threaded in Liam’s hair to run one down the boy’s chest then wrap around his back, fingertips pressing into Liam’s spine through the fabric of his hoodie. Zayn’s right hand moved slower, his fingers moving over Liam’s cheekbone and across his jaw; he slid a thumb over Liam’s bottom lip before letting his hand finally come to rest at Liam’s shoulder.
Zayn wasn’t sure who moved forward first but he could feel Liam’s fingers tighten and dig in at the back of his neck as they kissed again. Their mouths sliding together wetly, the touch of Liam’s tongue against his own made Zayn push deeper into the kiss and rock his hips up. He heard Liam gasp, a high breathy sound, and the boy moved his hand from where it was curved against Zayn’s ribs to link his fingers behind Zayn’s neck.
Liam rolled his hips down into Zayn’s as they kissed. Zayn groaned, the noise getting lost in the sounds of Liam’s breathing, short, deep breaths through his nose. Zayn’s hand fell from Liam’s shoulder to the zipper on his hoodie. He dragged it down, fingers trailing along in its wake. Instead of finding the fabric of Liam’s shirt like he expected to, all Zayn felt was skin - smooth and hot and a little sweat damp. He pushed Liam back gently. “Fuck. Weren’t you freezing on your way here?”
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Liam grinned down at Zayn. “I was, but I'm a lot warmer now.” He ground his hips down into Zayn’s again, gasping when Zayn responded in kind. Zayn’s hand pushed the material of the hoodie to one side, exposing Liam’s collarbone, and he tipped his head forward to kiss the skin there. Biting down lightly on the bone, Zayn hummed a pleased noise when Liam’s back arched at the feel of his teeth. They continued to move together as Zayn sucked a bruise onto Liam’s skin, the faint salty taste of sweat on his tongue.
He pulled back when he was satisfied Liam was marked enough then ran his hands up under Liam’s hoodie, Zayn’s fingers dancing along his ribs and up his spine. Liam crashed their mouths together quickly, setting a bruising pace with his lips and tongue that made Zayn dizzy when he couldn’t catch his breath.
Just as quickly as he’d begun, Liam pulled back, his hands going to Zayn’s shoulders. Their hips still moving together, “I can’t stay. I have to…I have to go to Har-Harry’s. I can’t st-stay.” He gasped out, his eyes locked on Zayn’s.
Zayn bit his lip to stifle a moan before he could speak. “I wasn’t - I couldn’t ask you to.” His hips bucked when Liam let out a whimper. “It’s too soon. We can’t.”
Liam nodded and pulled his hand up to card through Zayn’s hair. Zayn felt shivers down his spine as Liam’s short nails racked along his scalp. He pulled Liam closer to him with the hands he had wrapped around Liam’s hips. Zayn rocked their bodies together, reaching up to capture the boy’s lips once more as pleasure rolled through him. He was close, and judging by the breathy groans and sighs Liam was making, he was too.
Zayn pushed his hips forward, matching the movement with his tongue as it slid along Liam’s while they kissed desperately. Suddenly Liam was scrambling off him, falling to the floor and lying back. Zayn watched in confusion as the boy lay on his living room floor, panting harshly and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.
“Sorry.” He said in between breaths. “I couldn’t…I was going to…going to come and I…I don’t have anything else to wear.”
Tipping his head back against the couch, Zayn groaned and balled his hands into fists, nails biting into his palms. “It’s fine, Liam. It’s fine. I just need a minute.”
Liam pushed himself up from the floor and onto his feet. “Your bathroom?” He moved gingerly off in the direction Zayn had pointed to with a shaky hand.
Once Zayn heard the bathroom door shut he slid a hand into his sweatpants, biting his lip, trying not to make too much noise. Faintly, he could hear Liam attempting to do the same.
***
When Liam returned, Zayn was standing on the same spot on the carpet that Liam had been lying on five minutes before, car keys in hand.
“I’ll drop you at Harry’s, if you want?”
Liam looked a little startled at that, then smiled brightly at him. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”
The drive over to Harry’s was quiet, apart from the occasional moments when Liam told Zayn to turn a corner. Out the corner of his eye, Zayn could see Liam glancing over at him, a small smile never leaving his lips. Stopping the car a few houses down from Harry’s, Zayn turned off the engine and twisted in his seat to face Liam.
“You do know that you shouldn’t have just turned up at my flat tonight?” Hopefully the light and shadows from the street lamps would hide how much Zayn was failing at trying to keep a serious expression.
Liam ducked his head, that smile still on his face. “I know.”
Zayn sighed and held out a hand, palm up. “Give me your phone.”
Liam looked back up at him, slightly unsure but he was reaching into his pocket anyway. “Why?” he asked as he placed it in Zayn’s waiting hand.
“Because,” Zayn wet his lips. He leant closer to Liam, like he was about to share a secret, a smile of his own playing across his lips. “If you’re going to come by again, you should probably text me first.”
***
A/N: Well, that got a bit warn didn't it? This went back and forth to my proof-readers a few times, so I would like to thank them for their patience and also say that any remaining errors are mine. As per usual questions and comments are encouraged, I do try and respond to them all. Also if you think the rating should go up/down let me know. And just another note, I mentioned last chapter that I am starting my new, full time job next week so updates may become fortnightly instead of weekly. I hope you enjoyed it .xx
Chapter: 5/10
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Word Count: 3,471
Rating: soft R (this chapter)
Warnings: Some language, scenes of a sexual nature.
Disclaimer: Not mine, oh, but how I wish they were.
Summary: You're not supposed to fall in love with students, it's unethical or something.
Chapter Five
Zayn switched from looking in his rear-view mirror to looking over his shoulder as he slowly manoeuvred his car into its park. Parallel parking was never his strong suit. He pulled the front of the car into line as he reversed, then inched the car forward, praying he didn’t hit the car in front. Satisfied, and a little relieved, Zayn turned off the engine and got out of the car. After making sure it was locked, twice, Zayn made his way to the foot path, still a bit icy from the snow storm over the weekend. He walked up the street to his sister’s house, only having to steady himself once when his foot slipped from under him on a small patch of ice.
He pressed the doorbell then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his coat. Half a minute later the sounds of locks sliding back could be heard and the front door opened to reveal Zayn’s very pregnant older sister, Doniya.
“Hiya. Ohh it’s freezing out there, get in.”
Zayn shut the door behind him, flicking one of the locks once it was closed and pulled his sister in for a hug. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Hi, how are you doing?”
“Alright, I’ll just be happy to get this baby out of me to be quite honest.” She unwound his scarf from his neck and hung it on the coat stand beside the door. “I’ll go make some tea. You get yourself set up in the living room.”
After pulling off his coat and hanging it up with his scarf, Zayn bent down to undo the laces of his boots, slipping them off and setting them next to several other pairs of shoes. He followed his sister into the kitchen instead of going to the living room like she’d suggested. “You’re ready to have him out then? How long have you got now?”
Doniya looked up from where she was spooning sugar into their mugs. “Three weeks tomorrow, I have it marked on the calendar and everything. I think I might cry if he decides to come late. Oh, Mum brought round some biscuits yesterday, they’re in the pantry.”
“You’re definitely over this then.” Zayn laughed as he tugged open the pantry door and pulled the tin of his mum’s homemade chocolate chip biscuits towards him.
“Of course I am.” He could practically hear her roll her eyes at him. “Don’t get me wrong, the maternity leave is kind of nice, but everything hurts. My back aches, my knees ache, I can’t see my ankles right now but I'm pretty sure they’re swollen - and they ache.” She took a deep breath as Zayn set the biscuit tin on the counter next to their mugs. “Ahh, the joys of motherhood.”
Zayn wrapped his cold hands around the mug she handed him and took a small sip, the tea warming his chest as he swallowed. “But at least he’s not screaming for hours on end right now. You finally decided on a name yet or what?”
His sister scrunched up her nose and made an annoyed sound. “No, Anthony couldn’t pick this child’s name if his life depended on it. I think we might just have to decide when he’s born. If not, we’ll just call him Baby for the rest of his life.”
Zayn gasped mockingly, staring at her wide-eyed. “You can’t do that. You’d never be able to put him in a corner then.”
“Oh, ha ha, remind me why you didn’t become a comedian again?” She shoved him in the direction of the living room. “Now, I assume you have a reason, other than to see how I was doing, for coming to visit me?”
“What makes you think I have ulterior motives for this visit, hmm?” He watched as his sister carefully lowered herself down into the recliner next to the sofa he was sat on. She popped the footrest and sighed gratefully.
“Because,” she said, pulling her long, dark hair over one shoulder and fixing Zayn with a knowing look. “You asked if Anthony was going to be home. You only do that when you want to talk.”
Zayn pushed the toe of his socked foot into the carpet and shrugged. “Maybe I thoug-”
“It’s two o’clock in the afternoon on a Monday, Zayn, you knew he’d be at work.” Zayn pulled a face at her when she interrupted and raised an eyebrow at him. “Spill.”
After clearing his throat and taking a big gulp of his tea, Zayn turned in towards the armrest of the sofa to face his sister properly. He picked at his thumbnail. “Hypothetically.” He began but Doniya interrupted him again.
“But not really hypothetically, right?”
Zayn glared at her. “Just shut up and let me talk?” She raised her hands in concession and he continued on. “Hypothetically there’s this girl I'm interested in, and I'm fairly certain she’s interested in me. There’s been a lot of flirting and I kissed her once, on the cheek. But she has a, uh, a boyfriend who could really mess me up and despite that, I want to be with hi-her. I could ruin everything, I know that, and it freaks me out but at the same time I sort of find myself not caring. I don’t know what to do.”
She was looking at him thoughtfully, hands clasped around her cooling mug of tea. She took a sip. “Well, first of all, you seem to really like this girl. You should see your face. You’re trying to look all worried but you can’t quite help smiling. It’s nice. I haven’t seen you like this about someone in a while.” She smiled at him and Zayn grinned back. She was right. He hadn’t felt like this about anyone else for a long time. “Secondly, is it Louis?”
Zayn choked on the sip of tea he’d just taken. “What?” He spluttered. “Me and Lou?”
“You two have been really close since you first met. It’s not unusual to start having feelings for your best friend, Zayn.” She rubbed a soothing circle on her round belly, her eyebrows raised matter-of-factly as she looked at him.
He was still wide-eyed and his throat stung a bit from the choking. “Yeah, I know that. But I don’t want to get with Louis.” Zayn shook his head in disbelief. “He has a girlfriend, Eleanor. You’ve met her more than once.”
Doniya shrugged and bit into one of the biscuits Zayn had set on the arm of the recliner for her earlier. “Sorry, my mistake. Now that I think about, I doubt Eleanor could take you in a fight, not that you’d fight her in the first place. It is a boy though isn’t it?”
Zayn didn’t say anything to start with, he just stared at her. She didn’t look angry or upset - and she was the one to suggest he might fancy Louis. “Yeah.” He said it slowly and a small smile pulled at the corners of his sister’s mouth.
“So it’s a boy - who isn’t Louis. But he has a boyfriend?”
“His name’s Liam, and yeah, something like that. Basically there are extenuating circumstances which mean we probably shouldn’t be together.” Zayn rubbed a hand across his jaw and hoped that was both a detailed yet vague enough reason for not being able to be with Liam. It’s not like he was going to out and tell his sister that Liam was one of his students; the looks Louis keeps shooting him were bad enough.
The smile on his sister’s face had faded and she looked at him quite seriously. “Do the other girls know?” Zayn knew she wasn’t just talking about whether or not their sister’s knew about Liam.
“Waliyha might, she came to visit me at uni once when I was seeing a guy, but Safaa doesn’t.” Suddenly Zayn reached out and took his sister’s hand in his own. He looked at her intently then said quietly “Mum and Dad definitely don’t.”
“I'm not going to tell them, Zayn.” She looked almost offended. “But maybe you should? I mean, it’s not like you never see them, and wouldn’t you rather tell them yourself than have them find out from someone else?”
Zayn tipped his head back against the sofa and grimaced. “Sorry, yeah, sorry. I know you wouldn’t tell them. I need to do it, but I think I'm going to wait.”
“To see if things work out with Liam?”
Zayn had two choices, he could tell her that realistically things with Liam were probably never going to work out - mostly due to the fact Zayn was his teacher - or, “Yeah, I’ll see if things work out first.” He smiled tightly and picked up another biscuit.
***
Zayn pulled the plug out of the sink and rinsed away some of the lingering bubbles after watching the soapy water swirl down the plughole. He’d peeled off his dish gloves and was about to grab a tea towel to dry his dinner dishes when there was a knock at his front door. Zayn frowned and walked down the hall to the door, checking his reflection quickly in the glass of a photo frame hanging on the wall.
His frown deepened when he looked through the peephole and saw Liam standing there, arms crossed in front of himself and kicking the toe of his shoe against the ground. Zayn quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open. “How do you know where I live?”
“I can use the Internet, you know. I looked you up in the White Pages.” Liam shrugged and looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“White Pages, right.” Zayn cocked his head to the side and rubbed at his forehead. “Uh, next question, why are you on my doorstep at nearly nine o’clock in the evening? Actually how did you even get to my doorstep? Someone would’ve had to have let you in.”
“There was a couple coming in so I came in with them, told them I was going to see you. They have no clue who you are by the way.” Liam gave a short laugh. “I told my mum that I was staying at Harry’s tonight - I am going to, just so you know. I just thought now would be a time when you were probably home so we could talk about what happened on Friday.”
“Friday? Fuck, Liam.” Zayn face screwed up and he linked his fingers on top of his head.
Liam took a step back, looking sheepish. “If it’s not a good time I can-”
Zayn cut him off. “No, its fine. Come in.” He stepped aside to let the boy through, closing the door behind him. He watched as Liam slipped off his Chucks and pushed them up against the wall with his foot. Once Liam had turned to face him, Zayn began to talk again. “Liam, Friday was…I think we need to talk about boundaries. One of those being turning up at my flat.”
“You kissed me.”
Zayn sighed deeply and held his hands out in front of himself, moving them as he spoke. “I know, and I shouldn’t have, therefore boundaries. But I'm not having this conversation in my hallway.”
Liam followed Zayn into the living room and stopped when he got to the middle of the room. “You kissed me.”
“You need to stop saying that because I really need to start talking about boundaries.” He almost took a step back when Liam moved towards him.
“You kissed me,” Liam repeated and shifted closer to Zayn again, his eyes fixed on Zayn’s. “But I didn’t get to kiss you.”
He had to close his eyes. “Liam, please.” Zayn whispered and bit down on his bottom lip. He felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes as it slid up the side of his neck. Liam was so close now, his eye’s roaming over Zayn’s face and his fingers splayed across the back of Zayn’s neck. The boy leant into him and Zayn felt his heartbeat speed up as Liam’s breath ghosted along his cheek.
The kiss Liam pressed to Zayn’s cheek was high on his cheekbone. His lips were soft and a little cold from being outside, and Zayn’s breath caught in his throat when Liam dropped his hand and pulled away from him. His whole face was warm and his body felt shaky, knees buckling slightly before he locked them and stood up straight.
They stood in the middle of Zayn’s living room just staring at each other for a few long seconds before Zayn reached out and put a hand on either side of Liam’s head, fingers sliding into his loose curls. He stepped closer to Liam, so they were toe to toe, and rested his forehead against Liam’s. “I really shouldn’t even be thinking about this.” Zayn whispered weakly. “But I can’t stop. I’ve been thinking about you for weeks. What have you done to me?”
Liam smiled and his hand came up to curl around the back of Zayn’s neck once more. His other went to Zayn’s hip, sliding under the cardigan he was wearing and clinging to his t-shirt. “Probably the same thing you’ve done to me, I'm guessing.”
Zayn groaned when Liam’s thumb rubbed over his hipbone. He tangled his fingers further in Liam’s hair, tugging on it until the boy gasped. “You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“We could get in a lot of trouble.” Liam whispered back, nodding gently, and then pushing at Zayn’s hip, delicately prodding him into moving backwards towards Zayn’s sofa. “You should send me away.”
They were nearing the sofa now, socked feet shuffling on the carpet, hips bumping occasionally as they moved. Zayn didn’t think he could let go of Liam right now even if he wanted to. “I can’t.” Zayn felt his calves hit the edge of the sofa. Liam nudged his hip once more then dragged his hand up Zayn’s side when Zayn sat down, pulling Liam with him.
His hands were still framing Liam’s face. Zayn could feel the boy’s cheeks hot under his palms. Liam shuffled about slightly, adjusting the way his knees were on the sofa cushion before lowering himself down to sit on Zayn’s lap. Liam’s eyes had never left his face but his gaze had dropped to Zayn’s lips, the warm brown of his irises nearly lost to the black of his dilated pupils. Zayn’s tongue came out to wet his lower lip and he watched as Liam copied the movement. Zayn let out a breathy groan at that and Liam’s eyes came back up to meet Zayn’s.
The first press of their lips was soft, chaste. Liam tilted his head down and to the side slightly to fit their lips together for a long moment. Zayn could hear his blood rushing in his ears and when Liam finally pulled away he let out a shaky breath. He pulled his hands from where they were threaded in Liam’s hair to run one down the boy’s chest then wrap around his back, fingertips pressing into Liam’s spine through the fabric of his hoodie. Zayn’s right hand moved slower, his fingers moving over Liam’s cheekbone and across his jaw; he slid a thumb over Liam’s bottom lip before letting his hand finally come to rest at Liam’s shoulder.
Zayn wasn’t sure who moved forward first but he could feel Liam’s fingers tighten and dig in at the back of his neck as they kissed again. Their mouths sliding together wetly, the touch of Liam’s tongue against his own made Zayn push deeper into the kiss and rock his hips up. He heard Liam gasp, a high breathy sound, and the boy moved his hand from where it was curved against Zayn’s ribs to link his fingers behind Zayn’s neck.
Liam rolled his hips down into Zayn’s as they kissed. Zayn groaned, the noise getting lost in the sounds of Liam’s breathing, short, deep breaths through his nose. Zayn’s hand fell from Liam’s shoulder to the zipper on his hoodie. He dragged it down, fingers trailing along in its wake. Instead of finding the fabric of Liam’s shirt like he expected to, all Zayn felt was skin - smooth and hot and a little sweat damp. He pushed Liam back gently. “Fuck. Weren’t you freezing on your way here?”
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Liam grinned down at Zayn. “I was, but I'm a lot warmer now.” He ground his hips down into Zayn’s again, gasping when Zayn responded in kind. Zayn’s hand pushed the material of the hoodie to one side, exposing Liam’s collarbone, and he tipped his head forward to kiss the skin there. Biting down lightly on the bone, Zayn hummed a pleased noise when Liam’s back arched at the feel of his teeth. They continued to move together as Zayn sucked a bruise onto Liam’s skin, the faint salty taste of sweat on his tongue.
He pulled back when he was satisfied Liam was marked enough then ran his hands up under Liam’s hoodie, Zayn’s fingers dancing along his ribs and up his spine. Liam crashed their mouths together quickly, setting a bruising pace with his lips and tongue that made Zayn dizzy when he couldn’t catch his breath.
Just as quickly as he’d begun, Liam pulled back, his hands going to Zayn’s shoulders. Their hips still moving together, “I can’t stay. I have to…I have to go to Har-Harry’s. I can’t st-stay.” He gasped out, his eyes locked on Zayn’s.
Zayn bit his lip to stifle a moan before he could speak. “I wasn’t - I couldn’t ask you to.” His hips bucked when Liam let out a whimper. “It’s too soon. We can’t.”
Liam nodded and pulled his hand up to card through Zayn’s hair. Zayn felt shivers down his spine as Liam’s short nails racked along his scalp. He pulled Liam closer to him with the hands he had wrapped around Liam’s hips. Zayn rocked their bodies together, reaching up to capture the boy’s lips once more as pleasure rolled through him. He was close, and judging by the breathy groans and sighs Liam was making, he was too.
Zayn pushed his hips forward, matching the movement with his tongue as it slid along Liam’s while they kissed desperately. Suddenly Liam was scrambling off him, falling to the floor and lying back. Zayn watched in confusion as the boy lay on his living room floor, panting harshly and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.
“Sorry.” He said in between breaths. “I couldn’t…I was going to…going to come and I…I don’t have anything else to wear.”
Tipping his head back against the couch, Zayn groaned and balled his hands into fists, nails biting into his palms. “It’s fine, Liam. It’s fine. I just need a minute.”
Liam pushed himself up from the floor and onto his feet. “Your bathroom?” He moved gingerly off in the direction Zayn had pointed to with a shaky hand.
Once Zayn heard the bathroom door shut he slid a hand into his sweatpants, biting his lip, trying not to make too much noise. Faintly, he could hear Liam attempting to do the same.
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When Liam returned, Zayn was standing on the same spot on the carpet that Liam had been lying on five minutes before, car keys in hand.
“I’ll drop you at Harry’s, if you want?”
Liam looked a little startled at that, then smiled brightly at him. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”
The drive over to Harry’s was quiet, apart from the occasional moments when Liam told Zayn to turn a corner. Out the corner of his eye, Zayn could see Liam glancing over at him, a small smile never leaving his lips. Stopping the car a few houses down from Harry’s, Zayn turned off the engine and twisted in his seat to face Liam.
“You do know that you shouldn’t have just turned up at my flat tonight?” Hopefully the light and shadows from the street lamps would hide how much Zayn was failing at trying to keep a serious expression.
Liam ducked his head, that smile still on his face. “I know.”
Zayn sighed and held out a hand, palm up. “Give me your phone.”
Liam looked back up at him, slightly unsure but he was reaching into his pocket anyway. “Why?” he asked as he placed it in Zayn’s waiting hand.
“Because,” Zayn wet his lips. He leant closer to Liam, like he was about to share a secret, a smile of his own playing across his lips. “If you’re going to come by again, you should probably text me first.”
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A/N: Well, that got a bit warn didn't it? This went back and forth to my proof-readers a few times, so I would like to thank them for their patience and also say that any remaining errors are mine. As per usual questions and comments are encouraged, I do try and respond to them all. Also if you think the rating should go up/down let me know. And just another note, I mentioned last chapter that I am starting my new, full time job next week so updates may become fortnightly instead of weekly. I hope you enjoyed it .xx