Get Your Ass Back Home [Ziam AU]
Title: Get Your Ass Back Home
Rating: R
Warnings: Smuttt
Word Count: 1.4K
Characters/Pairings: Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Ziam
Summary: Based on this prompt by an anon: “Songfic based on Ass Back Home by Gym Class Heroes :) So.. Zayn isn’t in the band, 1D has always been a 4piece. Um Liam is on tour (UAN tour, if you so wish xD) and Zaynie stayed home. Jealous!Zayn. He is basically stalking Tumblr, and has seen all the gifs and shit that fans posted and he finds there have been A LOT of Niam moments. Cue lots of making up/ out and fluff when Liam gets back :) Some smut, mainly fluff:D”
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own One Direction. This story is completely fictional. Title is taken from “Ass Back Home” By Gym Class Heroes
Author’s Note: First time writing smut so hopefully it’s okay? Unbeta-ed so any and all mistakes are my own.
“So, where are you guys right now?”
Zayn hears Liam sigh, and his voice carries over thousands of miles when he replies, “I have no idea to be honest. Somewhere in mid-western America? All the cities look the same at this point.”
“I miss you, babe. When are you coming home?” Zayn sits down on the couch in the living room. The flat he shares with Liam isn’t very big, but it feels incredibly empty when he’s the only one there.
“Not soon enough,” Liam laughs into the receiver. Zayn tries to return the laugh but he can’t because it’s true. He hates every minute, every second that Liam is gone.
“I gotta go, Zayn, soundcheck’s about to begin. Miss you, love you.”
“Love you too. Come home so-” The line goes dead before Zayn can finish.
****
Life is hard when the person you’re in love with is a member of the world’s most famous boyband. Zayn is proud of Liam, so incredibly proud, but the constant distance just about kills him. He hates the other members of One Direction because they get to spend so much time with Liam every single day and he hates the fans who get to hug him and touch him and take pictures with him while Zayn sits at home, waiting for him to come back.
Things are fine when the tour first starts, and Zayn gets by with the occasional phone call or text from Liam. But then days turn into weeks which turn into months and Zayn honestly can’t take the separation anymore. His life slowly becomes a sad mess of watching interviews and stalking through Tumblr blogs - anything to feel a bit closer to Liam when he’s so far away.
Zayn’s heart aches every time he hears Liam’s laugh or sees his face. He wants to feel Liam’s soft skin under his fingertips and Liam’s warm breath against his neck while they make love in the bed where Zayn now sleeps alone.
There are days when Zayn yearns to be part of One Direction, making it a five-piece instead of a four. He wants to always be in Liam’s personal space, to share hotel rooms with him, and cuddle with him on the tour bus. Zayn can’t stand the fact that the other three boys spend almost every waking second with him while Zayn is all alone.
It’s hard not to notice that the whole band is rather touchy-feely, but in Zayn’s eyes, Niall seems to be the worst. Zayn loves Niall, because he’s hard not to love. He’s a big ball of sunshine who warms everyone’s heart.
Zayn just hates the way Niall is always all over Liam. He sees so many Tumblr gifs and edits of the two touching and hugging during interviews, he even saw one of them dancing on stage. Then there’s the fact that no one knows what else is happening behind closed doors.
Zayn’s not that worried about Liam cheating because Liam’s not like that and neither is Niall, but he still can’t help the jealousy that pools deep in his stomach every time he sees the two of them together.
The fans call them Niam, and it’s a word that Zayn’s learned to detest. He wants to be all over Liam every second of the day. He wants fans analyzing his every move, his every smile, his every glance in Liam’s direction. It should be about Ziam not Niam.
Zayn calls almost every night just to hear Liam’s voice and he feels a burning sense of pride when Liam says that he loves him - him, not Niall - but after they hang up, Zayn just feels lost and empty again. All he wants is to have Liam home again.
****
Zayn wakes up one morning to the feeling of lips against his neck and soft hands roaming down his bare chest, and for a second he thinks he’s still dreaming.
“Liam?” he asks, voice low and scratchy with sleep.
“Hey, babe, I’m home.”
Zayn opens his eyes and it’s like he’s seeing Liam for the first time. He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he’s seen Liam anywhere apart from behind a computer screen. It’s like he’d forgotten the color of Liam’s eyes and the shape of the birthmark on his neck and the curve of his lips when he’s smiling.
“Liam, oh God,” Zayn says as Liam wraps his arms around him. Zayn snuggles deep into Liam’s chest and breathes in the scent that is so undeniably Liam that it almost makes him want to cry.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Liam says, rubbing a hand down Zayn’s spine, making him shudder against Liam’s body.
“You won’t believe how much I’ve missed you,” Zayn replies, lifting his head and kissing Liam softly on the mouth.
Liam shifts their bodies so he’s lying on top of Zayn and deepens the kiss. Zayn moans as Liam takes his bottom lip between his teeth and he curls his fingers through Liam’s soft hair in response. It’s longer than he remembers and it feels different, but different in the best way possible.
Liam moves his hands to rest on Zayn’s waist and teasingly slips his fingers underneath the elastic of Zayn’s pants. Zayn’s skin burns in the places he feels the touch of Liam’s skin, and he’s already half-hard from the contact. He rolls them over so he’s on top and then gently moves his hips against Liam’s, causing the younger boy to groan.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to touch you,” Zayn says, lifting Liam’s t-shirt over his head, “it’s been absolute torture, seeing all those pictures of Niall hanging all over you and knowing that I can’t always do the same.”
“Niall? What about Niall?” Liam asks, stopping Zayn from continuing the small kisses he was leaving down Liam’s neck.
Zayn smiles sheepishly as he runs a hand gently down Liam’s side. “Just, I dunno. I kept seeing all these pictures of you and Niall together and I guess I got a little jealous?”
“Oh, Zayn, you know that was nothing,” Liam replies, shivering as Zayn’s fingertips brush against his ribs, “the only one I’ve been thinking about all these months is you.”
Even though he’s known that all along, it still fills Zayn’s chest with warmth to hear Liam say it. He starts peppering Liam’s neck with kisses again, stopping to lick at his birthmark, knowing that the spot is sensitive. Surely enough, Liam’s hips buck again his own after Zayn begins to suck and bite gently on his skin.
“I know,” Zayn says as he continues to kiss down Liam’s chest and his stomach. “But it’s been so hard being away from you all this time.”
“It’s been hard for me too,” Liam says with a moan as Zayn’s mouth gets closer to the waistband of his trousers, “but you’ve been amazing, babe. Not everyone could handle being away from each other for this long.”
“It makes the reunion that much better,” Zayn says with a smirk as he unbuttons the top of Liam’s jeans and slips them off.
They’re both incredibly hard by now, and Zayn can see Liam’s erection tenting the front of his pants. He doesn’t hesitate in stripping Liam and almost groans at the sight of Liam’s cock flushed hard against his stomach.
Zayn takes Liam in his hand and starts to stroke slowly, going up his whole length and stopping to thumb at the head. Liam suppresses a groan by biting into the soft skin of Zayn’s shoulder and his hips thrust of their own accord.
It’s been a while for both of them, and the friction of Zayn’s hand rubbing against Liam is too much. It only takes a few strokes before Liam is coming over the top of Zayn’s hand while a shudder runs through his whole body.
While Liam is coming down, Zayn slips off his own pants and takes himself in his hands. He looks at Liam and the sight of his dark eyes and red lips and pink cheeks mixed with the friction from his palm makes Zayn come hard and fast.
They’re both hot and sticky but neither makes a move to get up. Instead, Liam rolls on top of Zayn, bring them closer, and places one last gentle, lazy kiss on his lips. “Remind me never to leave again.”
Rating: R
Warnings: Smuttt
Word Count: 1.4K
Characters/Pairings: Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Ziam
Summary: Based on this prompt by an anon: “Songfic based on Ass Back Home by Gym Class Heroes :) So.. Zayn isn’t in the band, 1D has always been a 4piece. Um Liam is on tour (UAN tour, if you so wish xD) and Zaynie stayed home. Jealous!Zayn. He is basically stalking Tumblr, and has seen all the gifs and shit that fans posted and he finds there have been A LOT of Niam moments. Cue lots of making up/ out and fluff when Liam gets back :) Some smut, mainly fluff:D”
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own One Direction. This story is completely fictional. Title is taken from “Ass Back Home” By Gym Class Heroes
Author’s Note: First time writing smut so hopefully it’s okay? Unbeta-ed so any and all mistakes are my own.
“So, where are you guys right now?”
Zayn hears Liam sigh, and his voice carries over thousands of miles when he replies, “I have no idea to be honest. Somewhere in mid-western America? All the cities look the same at this point.”
“I miss you, babe. When are you coming home?” Zayn sits down on the couch in the living room. The flat he shares with Liam isn’t very big, but it feels incredibly empty when he’s the only one there.
“Not soon enough,” Liam laughs into the receiver. Zayn tries to return the laugh but he can’t because it’s true. He hates every minute, every second that Liam is gone.
“I gotta go, Zayn, soundcheck’s about to begin. Miss you, love you.”
“Love you too. Come home so-” The line goes dead before Zayn can finish.
****
Life is hard when the person you’re in love with is a member of the world’s most famous boyband. Zayn is proud of Liam, so incredibly proud, but the constant distance just about kills him. He hates the other members of One Direction because they get to spend so much time with Liam every single day and he hates the fans who get to hug him and touch him and take pictures with him while Zayn sits at home, waiting for him to come back.
Things are fine when the tour first starts, and Zayn gets by with the occasional phone call or text from Liam. But then days turn into weeks which turn into months and Zayn honestly can’t take the separation anymore. His life slowly becomes a sad mess of watching interviews and stalking through Tumblr blogs - anything to feel a bit closer to Liam when he’s so far away.
Zayn’s heart aches every time he hears Liam’s laugh or sees his face. He wants to feel Liam’s soft skin under his fingertips and Liam’s warm breath against his neck while they make love in the bed where Zayn now sleeps alone.
There are days when Zayn yearns to be part of One Direction, making it a five-piece instead of a four. He wants to always be in Liam’s personal space, to share hotel rooms with him, and cuddle with him on the tour bus. Zayn can’t stand the fact that the other three boys spend almost every waking second with him while Zayn is all alone.
It’s hard not to notice that the whole band is rather touchy-feely, but in Zayn’s eyes, Niall seems to be the worst. Zayn loves Niall, because he’s hard not to love. He’s a big ball of sunshine who warms everyone’s heart.
Zayn just hates the way Niall is always all over Liam. He sees so many Tumblr gifs and edits of the two touching and hugging during interviews, he even saw one of them dancing on stage. Then there’s the fact that no one knows what else is happening behind closed doors.
Zayn’s not that worried about Liam cheating because Liam’s not like that and neither is Niall, but he still can’t help the jealousy that pools deep in his stomach every time he sees the two of them together.
The fans call them Niam, and it’s a word that Zayn’s learned to detest. He wants to be all over Liam every second of the day. He wants fans analyzing his every move, his every smile, his every glance in Liam’s direction. It should be about Ziam not Niam.
Zayn calls almost every night just to hear Liam’s voice and he feels a burning sense of pride when Liam says that he loves him - him, not Niall - but after they hang up, Zayn just feels lost and empty again. All he wants is to have Liam home again.
****
Zayn wakes up one morning to the feeling of lips against his neck and soft hands roaming down his bare chest, and for a second he thinks he’s still dreaming.
“Liam?” he asks, voice low and scratchy with sleep.
“Hey, babe, I’m home.”
Zayn opens his eyes and it’s like he’s seeing Liam for the first time. He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he’s seen Liam anywhere apart from behind a computer screen. It’s like he’d forgotten the color of Liam’s eyes and the shape of the birthmark on his neck and the curve of his lips when he’s smiling.
“Liam, oh God,” Zayn says as Liam wraps his arms around him. Zayn snuggles deep into Liam’s chest and breathes in the scent that is so undeniably Liam that it almost makes him want to cry.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Liam says, rubbing a hand down Zayn’s spine, making him shudder against Liam’s body.
“You won’t believe how much I’ve missed you,” Zayn replies, lifting his head and kissing Liam softly on the mouth.
Liam shifts their bodies so he’s lying on top of Zayn and deepens the kiss. Zayn moans as Liam takes his bottom lip between his teeth and he curls his fingers through Liam’s soft hair in response. It’s longer than he remembers and it feels different, but different in the best way possible.
Liam moves his hands to rest on Zayn’s waist and teasingly slips his fingers underneath the elastic of Zayn’s pants. Zayn’s skin burns in the places he feels the touch of Liam’s skin, and he’s already half-hard from the contact. He rolls them over so he’s on top and then gently moves his hips against Liam’s, causing the younger boy to groan.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to touch you,” Zayn says, lifting Liam’s t-shirt over his head, “it’s been absolute torture, seeing all those pictures of Niall hanging all over you and knowing that I can’t always do the same.”
“Niall? What about Niall?” Liam asks, stopping Zayn from continuing the small kisses he was leaving down Liam’s neck.
Zayn smiles sheepishly as he runs a hand gently down Liam’s side. “Just, I dunno. I kept seeing all these pictures of you and Niall together and I guess I got a little jealous?”
“Oh, Zayn, you know that was nothing,” Liam replies, shivering as Zayn’s fingertips brush against his ribs, “the only one I’ve been thinking about all these months is you.”
Even though he’s known that all along, it still fills Zayn’s chest with warmth to hear Liam say it. He starts peppering Liam’s neck with kisses again, stopping to lick at his birthmark, knowing that the spot is sensitive. Surely enough, Liam’s hips buck again his own after Zayn begins to suck and bite gently on his skin.
“I know,” Zayn says as he continues to kiss down Liam’s chest and his stomach. “But it’s been so hard being away from you all this time.”
“It’s been hard for me too,” Liam says with a moan as Zayn’s mouth gets closer to the waistband of his trousers, “but you’ve been amazing, babe. Not everyone could handle being away from each other for this long.”
“It makes the reunion that much better,” Zayn says with a smirk as he unbuttons the top of Liam’s jeans and slips them off.
They’re both incredibly hard by now, and Zayn can see Liam’s erection tenting the front of his pants. He doesn’t hesitate in stripping Liam and almost groans at the sight of Liam’s cock flushed hard against his stomach.
Zayn takes Liam in his hand and starts to stroke slowly, going up his whole length and stopping to thumb at the head. Liam suppresses a groan by biting into the soft skin of Zayn’s shoulder and his hips thrust of their own accord.
It’s been a while for both of them, and the friction of Zayn’s hand rubbing against Liam is too much. It only takes a few strokes before Liam is coming over the top of Zayn’s hand while a shudder runs through his whole body.
While Liam is coming down, Zayn slips off his own pants and takes himself in his hands. He looks at Liam and the sight of his dark eyes and red lips and pink cheeks mixed with the friction from his palm makes Zayn come hard and fast.
They’re both hot and sticky but neither makes a move to get up. Instead, Liam rolls on top of Zayn, bring them closer, and places one last gentle, lazy kiss on his lips. “Remind me never to leave again.”