In Pallid Moonshine
Title: In Pallid Moonshine
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~3,300
Summary: Inspired by this prompt at the kink meme: Zayn is Liam's Literature tutor. Liam's tests are always identifying quotes. Eventually Zayn's tutoring turns into him have Liam bent over a table while whispering quotes in his ear and thrusting to hit Liam's prostate everytime he gets them right.
Warnings: Misuse of English Romantic Poetry. Also, boys sexin'.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This never happened.
A/N: So, I kind of deviated from the prompt because Zayn doesn't bend him over a table. But everything else should be there. Also, the poems used were Ode to a Nightingale, Ode to a Grecian Urn, Bright Star, all by John Keats. Title comes from The Eve of St. Agnes by John Keats. Oh, and I'm sorry if this is terrible.
Liam knew this was a bad idea.
Honestly, he’s got to learn to get out of the habit of letting Harry talk him into things because right now, he’s got the most uncomfortable erection known to man and the person that he is (unfathomably, disconcertingly, obviously) in love with is sitting across the table, writing flash cards and being completely oblivious to Liam’s inner turmoil.
Zayn’s a master at anything to do with English. It’s one of the things he’s best at (but Zayn is honestly good at everything and it makes Liam want to cry or kiss him really aggressively) and he’s got such a passion for it. And though he’s good at grammar rules and such, his real passion is writing and literature in general. It’s gorgeous, Liam thinks, the way that you can tell if a piece moves Zayn just from the way his expressions change. It’s one of the best things about Zayn.
It’s also the reason why they’re here.
Liam knows he’s a good student. He’s always teased for the amount of time he spends studying by the rest of the boys, Zayn included. He manages to receive good marks on everything. So, you can imagine his surprise when his first literature test was handed back with a large 45 written in bright red ink.
When he got home that night and showed it to his parents, it was either get a tutor, or get grounded. He chose the former.
He didn’t automatically go to Zayn, though. Even though Zayn’s probably his best friend in the entire world, Liam can’t help but feel ashamed at how bad his grade is. Zayn wouldn’t judge him and he trusts him completely, but you can’t blame him for not wanting to advertise his downfalls to the person he’s been trying (ineffectively) to woo for at least a year and a half.
When Harry found out that Liam was looking for people other than Zayn to be his tutor, though. Well, that didn’t go over quite as well as he had planned.
“It’s the perfect chance to be alone with him! It’s always the five of us, that’s why he doesn’t know you’re arse over tits for him! Get him alone, and he’ll fall in love and you can adopt children and I can be the collective best man at your wedding!” Harry had said, and really, it seemed like sound logic at the time.
So Liam had asked Zayn and Zayn had been more than happy to do it. It made Liam fall for him just a little more, if possible.
And now they’re here, at Liam’s house (blessedly empty, he doesn’t want his family to annoy him about his incredibly girly crush on Zayn more than they already do) and Zayn has been talking about John Keats for the past 30 minutes. Liam is honestly not getting anything he’s saying because Jesus, Zayn looks good when he recites poetry.
“You know, you’d probably understand this more if you’d, oh, pay attention to me instead of staring in to space,” Zayn was smirking at him, oblivious to the fact that Liam was definitely paying attention to him. Just, not to what he was saying.
“I was paying attention! Bright Star, right?”
Zayn broke out in to one of his toothy smiles and Liam fucking swooned. “If that’s all you’ve gotten from the past, oh, 35 minutes of me talking then we might need to take a different approach. Why don’t you try to recite it? You don’t have to do it perfectly, let’s just see what you know.”
Liam whines, “But I don’t know any of it. That’s why I asked you to be my tutor. Tutor me.”
“I am tutoring you,” Zayn says, “Here, you can even look at it. Just try reciting it to me. I find it helps reading it out loud.”
Liam snatches the sheet of paper with the poem on it. “Fine, but no fair making fun of me. Not all of us have the diction that you do, Malik.”
Zayn smiles, “Promise.”
Liam inhales, then “Bright Star, if I were as steadfast as thou art…”
Liam is slowly reciting the words on the page, avoiding Zayn’s face in fear of seeing him holding back laughter because this is really awkward. Liam is basically ungracefully spewing a love poem to the object of his affections and it doesn’t matter if it’s for academic purposes, this is kind of a big moment.
When he finishes, he chances a look up at Zayn. He’s staring at him - an unreadable expression on his face. He seems to come to himself, smiles a vaguely strained smile and says, “That’s one of my favorites.”
Liam tries to smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry I mucked it up so badly.”
Zayn reaches out and grabs his hand, “No! That was lovely.” He blushes and snatches his hand back “I mean, you didn’t do badly. That was good. That was really good. “
Liam’s known he’s had more than platonic feelings for Zayn for quite a while. But in this moment, watching Zayn sputter over his words after listening to Liam recite one of his favorite poems, Liam’s resolve breaks.
He leans over the kitchen table to where Zayn’s sitting and kisses him, chastely but firmly, on the lips. He pulls back, sees the same unreadable look from before in Zayn’s eyes and and immediately starts to panic. “Oh, God, Zayn… shit, I’m-“
He doesn’t get to finish before Zayn has grabbed him by the lapels and planted their lips together again. The kiss is longer, and Liam familiarizes himself with the taste of Zayn’s lips, the way they feel against his. He feels Zayn’s tongue prodding against his lips, and he opens his mouth and allows their tongues tangle with one another. He’s sucking on Zayn’s bottom lip slightly when Zayn pulls back and says, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for ages.”
Liam laughs, breathless and fucking ecstatic because this is Zayn and he’s perfect and mussed from where Liam’s been running his hands on him and everything that Liam has ever wanted in the entire world. “Been wanting to do that for ages. You have no idea,” he says. He feels like such a bloody girl because he wants to squeal and run around his house, call Harry and gab about the kiss but he decides eventually that he is a man, goddamnit.
He wraps his arms around Zayn’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss. Zayn’s hands are on his hips and his back is digging into the kitchen table; It’s not the most comfortable, but fuck all if he’s going to say anything about it when Zayn’s body is rubbing up against his in the most delicious way and he can feel Zayn hard in his jeans. He gives an experimental thrust and listens to Zayn’s breath hitch, feels heat race through his veins.
“Fuck,” Zayn breathes, “Should we, um, move this upstairs?” He looks around and Liam realizes the absurdity of making out at his family’s kitchen table, where he ate breakfast this morning, and can’t help but let out a winded laugh.
“Yeah. Yeah, we can. Let’s just, um, get our stuff, I don’t think we’ll be coming back down here tonight.” Liam blushes and Zayn smiles at him, eyes dark, looking absolutely filthy. He feels his cock straining, unyielding against his zipper and finally breaks away from Zayn, shoving papers in his backpack and eventually, rushing up the stairs.
Zayn has him pushed up against the door to his room before he even gets to close it. They’re not really kissing, just breathing into each others mouths while Zayn rucks Liam’s shirt up slightly, caresses the skin there. Liam’s painfully hard and doesn’t understand why they’re not naked like yesterday but Zayn looks up at him, an uncharacteristically apprehensive look on his face. For a terrifying moment, Liam thinks he’s going to leave him there - hard and confused and heartbroken. But then Zayn says, “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do… all of this. Right now. I mean, I definitely want to do that with you. In the near future.”
Liam sighs in relief and says, “No, it’s okay. I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long time.” He’s not a virgin, neither is Zayn, but this just feels different. It may be how long he’s been waiting for this to happen, but if Zayn feels a fraction for Liam what Liam feels for him, he understands the apprehension. This is big.
Zayn smiles and then they’re kissing again, Liam leading Zayn backwards in the direction of his bed. The backs of Zayn’s knees hit the back of the bed, and suddenly Liam is on top of him and they’re rutting against each other and shit, he’s going to come soon if they don’t get this show on the road. Liam fingers the hem of Zayn’s shirt and raises a questioning eyebrow. Zayn sits up and nods as Liam pulls it over his head and flings it somewhere in his room, starts running his hands down Zayn’s chest and torso, his fingernails catching slightly on the raised little nubs of his nipples. He runs his fingers over his tattoos as he leans in and nips and sucks marks into Zayn’s neck and collarbone. Zayn groans.
“Fuck, okay,” he breathes, “your turn.” He shucks off Liam’s t-shirt and kisses him hard on the mouth. Zayn switches their earlier positions so that he’s on top, grinds down in to Liam and brings his hands down to unbutton Liam’s jeans, pushing them down as Liam helps remove them. Once he’s out, Zayn moves down to where Liam’s cock is straining, hard and leaking in his boxer-briefs. Zayn nuzzles the fabric, sucking the head slightly through Liam’s boxers and relishing the pained little sounds and the subtle jerks Liam’s producing. He lifts off, and pulls Liam’s underwear down, exposing his erection to the air. Zayn leans back down and licks a thick stripe up the underside before tonging slightly at the little spot under the head.
Liam feels the chord in his belly about to snap and nudges Zayn a little, “Shit, Zayn, stop that or I’m gonna come.” Zayn smirks and unbuttons his pants, pulling them and his underwear down in one swoop. He returns to his place above Liam and kisses him deeply, their tongues moving against one another. Liam’s hands are on Zayn’s back, moving down to his ass and grabbing each cheek in one hand. Zayn gasps and ruts down onto Liam one more time before asking, “Do you have… stuff?”
“Stuff? Oh, stuff! Yeah, I do.” Liam leans over to his bedside table and pulls the drawer open, jostling its contents before he makes a small sound of triumph and presses a half-full tube of lubricant and a condom into Zayn’s palm. Zayn notes the lacking contents of the bottle and tries not to come at the mental picture of what Liam might be doing with that. He leans back down and kisses Liam, messy and desperate anyway.
“Fuck, Zayn. Want you to fuck me, baby,” Liam says against Zayn’s lips and he can tell when Zayn completely loses it because suddenly he’s flipping the cap of the lube and whispering fucking filthy things in Liam’s ear. “Want me to fuck you? Want me to fill that tight little ass up with my cock?” Liam’s whining and nodding his head and he’s never been so hard in his life, and if Zayn doesn’t get going right this instant he’s going to go completely mad.
Liam gasps when he feels Zayn’s slick fingers rub tight circles around his hole, teasing, with just enough pressure to drive him completely up the wall but at the same time be utterly unsatisfying. He’s grasping Zayn’s biceps like he’ll fall off the planet if he doesn’t. Zayn looks at him one more time, searching for reassurance. Liam tries to smile even though he’s 90% sure it’s more like a grimace, but it must be good enough for Zayn because he’s pushing in a finger and Liam feels like he could sob from relief.
The weight of the situation he’s in finally sinks in. This is Zayn - perfect, beautiful Zayn - who he’s been crazy about for so long. He’s about to do this with Zayn, and that makes his patience snap. “More,” he groans, clenching around his finger and pushing back onto his hand. Zayn’s looking at him through dark eyes, mouth open and kiss-bitten red.
He leans down and takes one of Liam’s nipples into his mouth and sucks while his index finger traces around Liam’s hole and pushes in. He flexes his fingers a bit, the pads looking for the little spot inside that will rip Liam’s world in half. He knows he’s found it when Liam actually moans, a loud sound that makes Zayn’s cock throb. For a split second, Zayn’s mind goes back to the study session he and Liam were having before, and he gets an idea so ridiculously hot that he can hardly believe that he came up with it.
Liam’s whining full-force, grinding back on Zayn’s fingers and arching up to Zayn’s mouth, resisting the urge to grab his cock and jerk himself off to completion because he’s already scared that this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.
Zayn’s up to three fingers when Liam grabs his wrist. “I’m ready, fuck, Zayn, want you inside me,” Zayn nods and pulls his fingers out, searching for the condom in the tangle of sheets and ripping the wrapper open with his teeth when he finds it. He slides it on his cock with a practiced ease and sloppily slicks his cock up with more lube before bracing the head at Liam’s pink, stretched hole.
“If you ask me if I’m ready again, I’m going to slap you,” Liam grits out. Zayn chuckles and slowly pushes in.
Liam keens and arches up when Zayn’s finally all the way in, he can feel Zayn’s balls resting against his ass and he’s so hard it hurts. “Move, Zayn.” He pulls out until just the tips inside, angling his hips up to make sure and hit Liam’s prostate on the first thrust.
“Shit! Fuck, right there, baby,” Liam shouts, and in all the times that Zayn had imagined fucking Liam he’d never imagined him to be so responsive. He grinds in to Liam’s ass a few times, making sure that his cock digs into Liam’s prostate before pulling out again and making sure to avoid it on the next few thrusts.
Liam makes a displeased little noise, “Zayn,” he whines.
Zayn chuckles and leans down, still buried inside Liam and whispers in his ear, “You know, we were supposed to be studying. Didn’t even give me time to tutor you before you distracted me,” Liam’s grinding down against his cock impatiently and it’s taking all his strength not to thrust back out and develop a rhythm until they both come. “Jesus, you’re a greedy bottom. Anyway, I was thinking… I could still tutor you, right now. “ Liam’s looking positively murderous, and Zayn smirks. “I’ll recite a line, and you recite the one after it. For every line you say correctly, I’ll angle up and hit your sweet spot,” he does so for example, and Liam groans. “Deal? Or, I could just pull out and jerk myself off in your bathroom.”
Liam grabs him by the shoulders, “If you pull out I will murder you, I swear to God, Malik. Fine, we can do it your way. But If I get three right, you have to fuck me into this mattress. Deal?”
Zayn tries not to squirm at Liam’s dirty mouth, and says, “Deal.”
He sets a rhythm back up, careful not to hit Liam’s prostate, and leans back down to Liam’s ear. “Ready?” Liam nods, face flushed and breathing heavy. “Right. Hmm… we’ll start with an easy one. ‘My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains…’”
“Fuck! I know that one, “ Liam says. Zayn’s still thrusting and nipping at his neck. “Fuck, that’s distracting - uh ‘my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk…’” He groans when Zayn angles up and grinds into his prostate, thrusting down to make the sensation last longer, but then it’s gone as quickly as it came. Zayn grins at his frustration and resumes his unsatisfying rhythm, “Good boy, okay, next one, same poem. ‘The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine…’’
Liam is going to kill him once this is over. There’s no other way around it. He’s set up this maddeningly slow pace, leaning down and whispering in a deep, gravelly voice that’s keeping Liam hard and aching “Oh, god. Fuck. Something about flies?”
“Mmm, close, but not good enough. Let’s see,” Zayn thrusts particularly hard and Liam lets out a shout. “’Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness…’”
“Shit, fuck… I know it! ‘Thou foster…’ Shit, hold on, ‘Thou foster child of silence and…’ fuck, ‘slow time?’” Zayn grabs his hips and rewards him with another plowing thrust right where he wants it. Liam rakes his nails down his back.
“Fuck, okay, get one more and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel it for weeks,” Zayn continues “’Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath…’”
And Liam could cry because he knows this one, it’s from the same poem he read to Zayn not an hour ago. “’And so live ever - or else swoon to death’. Now fuck me, goddamnit!”
Zayn grins and pulls all the way out before slamming back in and hitting Liam’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. Liam screams, digging his nails into Zayn’s back and catching his lips in a slopping kiss. Zayn is fucking him so hard he’s scooting up the bed, and this is never how he fantasized their first time would be like but it’s perfect. Zayn’s whispering in his ear between grunts - perfect, so good, love you, liam - and Liam can’t even tell where he begins and where Zayn ends.
They’re both sweaty in a way that would be revolting if Liam wasn’t having the best sex of his life. Zayn is grunting in his ear and he’s pretty sure that if he doesn’t come soon he’s going to die, or implode, or something of that nature because he’s never been this sexed up in his life. He’s so close, and so is Zayn, he can feel it in the way the muscles in his back are tensed to just this side of worrisome. Zayn must sense that Liam’s gonna come soon, because all of the sudden he’s grabbing Liam’s cock and stroking twice and then Liam is gone - every clichéd description for an orgasm ever used is what Liam’s feeling, tenfold.
He faintly hears Zayn’s labored breathing and feels his pace speed up, then a telltale shout and the added weight of an extra person on top of him. He’s so blissed out that he barely registers anything except for the pleasure still zinging through his body, and Zayn’s breathing.
It’s a few minutes later until he’s regained the ability to talk. “So, that was… something.”
Zayn looks up, smirk in place, “Oh, it was something, all right. I think you broke me.”
Liam scoffs, “I broke you? I’m not the one that just got fucked into next week.”
Zayn giggles, actually giggles. He rolls over beside Liam and flings the duvet over them. “Are your parents gonna be home tonight?” Liam shakes his head and Zayn says “Go to sleep, Li. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Liam smiles.