Say It Out Loud (7/12)
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Word Count: this chapter, 1990
Rating: NC17
Based on this prompt
Hides in shame. Also I refused to look over this before I posted it so please ignore any mistakes...umm enjoy?
Liam tries to ask as many people as he can think for help. He wants to know how to make the night as special as he can for Zayn. He does not ask Josh because Josh does not know Zayn, Harry is a definite no-no and he thinks of how rosy Niall’s cheeks will become at the mere mention of sex.
So with a resigned sigh Liam calls Louis.
“Payne, what is it?” Louis greets him after the second ring but his voice is warm.
“Um, I need help”
He hears Louis sigh. “What have you done or what has Zayn done?”
“Nothing. It’s what we are going to do, if you get me”
There is a silence and Louis tries to figure out what Liam could be referring to.
“Oh… OOOOH”
Liam nearly hangs up, mortified as he hears Louis snide smirk through his tone. The older boy laughs and Liam immediately reconsiders asking Niall.
“Well what do you need help with, do you need me to show you how to do it?”
Liam slaps himself on the forehead.
“No Louis, I am perfectly fine with that aspect. It’s just, Zayn isn’t and I want to make it-“
He does not want to say special as he is pretty certain that Louis will find great amusement in that.
“You want to make it special?” Louis sounds strangely serious and Liam nods his head, certain the boy will know.
“Liam, Zayn treats you like the sun shines out of your arse, you could bring him to a dirty old motel and he would cry with happiness”
Liam fights the smile off his face.
“Louis I’m serious”
“And so am I! Stop freaking yourself out, you don’t need to do anything special, just be gentle with him”
Liam supposes Louis is right, he is overthinking things.
“Don’t unleash the beast just yet, know what I’m saying” the usual Louis returns and Liam promptly hangs up before he can say any more.
He returns back to his studying, incapable on focusing on the notes in front of him as he thinks of this evening and what could or could not happen.
//
Liam takes Zayn out to dinner. OK, it is not fancy, just a small diner near his apartment. He can hardly eat though, he feels so nervous. It does not help that Zayn decides to order a hotdog, Liam hating himself for the thoughts that gives him as Zayn innocently eats.
‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ Zayn asks, looking at Liam’s half-eaten burger.
‘Just don’t feel that hungry, I had a big lunch’ Liam lies and wants to give out to Zayn for looking and smelling so good.
Zayn shrugs and leans over, grabbing Liam’s burger and eating it for himself.
They spend an hour in Liam’s flat cleaning the kitchen because Liam is too afraid to do anything else, procrastinating as usual.
‘You are acting so weird Liam’ Zayn stops him from scrubbing the countertop for the fifth time.
Liam looks at Zayn, looks at his hand on his wrist, how his light skin matches Zayn’s so beautifully. He looks at Zayn’s ridiculously long eyelashes each time he blinks. He looks at the way Zayn’s shirt is unbuttoned to the third button, his chest flaunting itself to Liam.
He grabs Zayn’s hips and flips him around against the counter, bringing their lips together in a hungry kiss. He presses into Zayn’s space, their legs opening to allow each other in and Zayn’s hands roam Liam’s back, squeezing slightly when Liam bites down on his bottom lip.
Liam pulls away and looks at Zayn whose brown eyes have darkened considerably.
“Do you want to do this” Liam speaks, unwilling to take his hands off Zayn’s hips.
Zayn nods nervously and leans back in again for another kiss. Zayn’s nervousness disappears momentarily as he pulls Liam even closer towards him, Liam slotting in between Zayn’s legs perfectly. He separates their mouths to bite and kiss his way down Liam’s neck, eliciting huffed moans from Liam’s mouth.
Liam moves his hands up Zayn’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes. Without breaking contact, Liam slides the unnecessary fabric from Zayn’s chest and ghosts his fingers over the tattoo that decorates Zayn’s hip.
Zayn returns the favour and continues his assault of Liam’s skin down his chest which has started to heave up and down due to his lack of breath.
Liam loops his fingers through Zayn’s belt loops and starts to back them towards Liam’s bedroom which he had made sure was impeccable. Zayn is smiling in between kisses, impressed with Liam’s direction. He knows how to follow along, how to slide his hands into Liam's neat hair and let himself be led into the room. Liam turns him around first and pushes him down onto the soft mattress, smiling slightly even as his eyes glisten dark with lust.
Liam looms over Zayn, taking him in. He looks stunning, looking up at Liam with lustful apprehension, leaning up on his elbows making the muscles of his arms strain against his skin. He leans down to bring their lips together and noses his way down Zayn’s body, making quick work of his jeans. Liam takes his off before climbing on top of Zayn entirely and pressing himself down onto him.
He manoeuvres his body with Zayn’s, falling into the usual pattern, the grooves of each other’s bodies slotting together perfectly. This time however, Liam has a different target. After another hungry kiss, Liam rolls his hips against Zayn’s, drawing out a low moan from the older boy.
Zayn’s hands snake around Liam’s back and his fingers slide under the hem of Liam’s boxers, tugging them slightly, signifying what he wants. Liam leans up and raises an eyebrow, a dirty blush colouring Zayn’s cheeks but he tugs again, this time impatiently.
Liam nibbles on Zayn’s collarbone before leaning up, his knees either side of Zayn’s thighs and slides his boxers off, wanting to smile at how Zayn’s widen like they normally do. He slides further up Zayn’s body until his knees are at either side of his torso. He reaches his arms back and keeps his eyes on Zayn. Without looking back, Liam slips Zayn’s boxers off and Zayn groans, hips bucking just slightly.
He tries to sit up to meet Liam’s lips but Liam pushes him back down and teases Zayn by taking his time going back to his original position. Zayn huffs out impatient breaths and he tries to use his hands to make Liam move faster.
Liam signs at him to stop and Zayn scowls at him until Liam finally laughs gently, slotting once more against Zayn and kissing his chest. Zayn’s hands are tangled in Liam’s hair and his breathing is filling the room, making Liam grow harder.
He finally has enough of teasing and looks up at Zayn, conveying his next plan of action with his eyes and Zayn’s grow wide with both anxiety and excitement, the variety of brown colours never failing to make Liam’s heart tug.
He leans over until he reaches his bedside locker and his tongue juts out in concentration as he roots around the drawer, finally landing on what he was looking for.
“Have you done this before?” Liam asks, eying the bottle of lube in his hand.
Zayn removes his vice like grip on Liam’s hips. ‘To myself, yes’ he admits and Liam’s mind runs riot with mental images which he tries in vain to block out.
He applies a generous amount on his fingers and keeps his eyes on Zayn’s, intent on knowing if it becomes too much. He hooks Zayn’s leg around his waist and gently eases a finger downwards, seeing Zayn bite his lip and shut his eyes in anticipation.
Liam slides one finger in and Zayn’s hips jump up from the bed and his eyes snap open, a strangled sound coming out of his mouth. Liam is inspired by the reaction and pulls it in and out for a few more seconds before adding another one.
Zayn’s reactions are positively filthy and Liam commits them all to memory. He can't help but smile at the way Zayn's eyelashes silhouette against his cheekbones and the scrunch in the sheets were Zayn’s hands ball up the fabric.
‘Another’ Zayn manages to sign, his hands now moving to his own hair, pushing it back off his forehead.
Liam bites back a moan and adds another, Zayn gasping in a long draught at the sensation. Liam crooks his fingers slightly, still afraid he might hurt Zayn, but Zayn ruts up and slams his hand down on the bed, spurring Liam on.
They continue like this for a while, Liam loosening Zayn up and helping him relax. That stops when Zayn’s other leg wraps around Liam’s waist and his hands grab onto Liam’s shoulders. His pupils are blown dark and the look he gives Liam can surely only mean one thing.
Liam bites down on his lip. He licks the indents his teeth left and Zayn’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue and Liam feels fingernails digging into his skin. He laughs at Zayn’s impatience but rips the foil of the condom and puts it on quickly, looking at Zayn sheepishly for permission. Zayn answers his silent question by pulling Liam down and kissing him harshly.
Liam grabs at Zayn’s thighs that rest against his ribs to brace himself. Without looking away from Zayn who is short of breath already, Liam eases himself inside Zayn slowly. Zayn gasps and his fingers clench on Liam’s collarbone. Liam pushes in even further when Zayn does not raise protest and soon finds himself filling Zayn up to the hilt.
Zayn is letting out the smallest of noises that do terrible things to Liam’s self-control. He trembles with the effort of not just letting go and fucking Zayn into the mattress. Zayn shifts his hips, wanting Liam to move more. Liam pulls out and then back in, looking down at Zayn with slight worry in case he is hurting him. Zayn just frowns and digs his heels into Liam’s back.
Liam moves with a steady rhythm, not wanting to go too fast, easing Zayn into the feeling gently. It’s good, it’s nice. The way Zayn squirms under him, lets out little gasps and moans that he himself cannot hear. But he wants more and he is pretty sure Zayn won’t protest.
Liam grips Zayn’s thighs tightly and lifts them up higher, angling them differently and pushes into Zayn hard and fast, making him cry out. His eyes are blown wide but he smiles up at Liam dirtily. That is enough for Liam and he keeps it up, fucking Zayn hard and fast, they two of them starting to sweat and the two of them moaning loudly into the air.
Liam feels close but refuses to let go first. Zayn starts to tap Liam on the shoulder and presses his lips closes, whining against them. Liam reaches down and takes Zayn in his hand, only having to pump three times before Zayn cums into his hand and lets out a long, quiet moan. The feeling of him tensing around Liam is enough for him and he soon lets out a moan of his own and cums inside Zayn.
When they both come down off the high, Liam pulls out and flops down beside Zayn whose chest is rising and falling rapidly. They both lie on their backs looking up at the ceiling and Zayn turns his head to look at Liam.
‘That was’ he stops, unable to come up with something to say.
Liam rolls over so he is half on top of Zayn and leans into him.
“Amazing” he says against Zayn’s lips and feels the smile in reciprocation and Zayn wraps his arms around Liam until they fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
//
part eight
Word Count: this chapter, 1990
Rating: NC17
Based on this prompt
Hides in shame. Also I refused to look over this before I posted it so please ignore any mistakes...umm enjoy?
Liam tries to ask as many people as he can think for help. He wants to know how to make the night as special as he can for Zayn. He does not ask Josh because Josh does not know Zayn, Harry is a definite no-no and he thinks of how rosy Niall’s cheeks will become at the mere mention of sex.
So with a resigned sigh Liam calls Louis.
“Payne, what is it?” Louis greets him after the second ring but his voice is warm.
“Um, I need help”
He hears Louis sigh. “What have you done or what has Zayn done?”
“Nothing. It’s what we are going to do, if you get me”
There is a silence and Louis tries to figure out what Liam could be referring to.
“Oh… OOOOH”
Liam nearly hangs up, mortified as he hears Louis snide smirk through his tone. The older boy laughs and Liam immediately reconsiders asking Niall.
“Well what do you need help with, do you need me to show you how to do it?”
Liam slaps himself on the forehead.
“No Louis, I am perfectly fine with that aspect. It’s just, Zayn isn’t and I want to make it-“
He does not want to say special as he is pretty certain that Louis will find great amusement in that.
“You want to make it special?” Louis sounds strangely serious and Liam nods his head, certain the boy will know.
“Liam, Zayn treats you like the sun shines out of your arse, you could bring him to a dirty old motel and he would cry with happiness”
Liam fights the smile off his face.
“Louis I’m serious”
“And so am I! Stop freaking yourself out, you don’t need to do anything special, just be gentle with him”
Liam supposes Louis is right, he is overthinking things.
“Don’t unleash the beast just yet, know what I’m saying” the usual Louis returns and Liam promptly hangs up before he can say any more.
He returns back to his studying, incapable on focusing on the notes in front of him as he thinks of this evening and what could or could not happen.
//
Liam takes Zayn out to dinner. OK, it is not fancy, just a small diner near his apartment. He can hardly eat though, he feels so nervous. It does not help that Zayn decides to order a hotdog, Liam hating himself for the thoughts that gives him as Zayn innocently eats.
‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ Zayn asks, looking at Liam’s half-eaten burger.
‘Just don’t feel that hungry, I had a big lunch’ Liam lies and wants to give out to Zayn for looking and smelling so good.
Zayn shrugs and leans over, grabbing Liam’s burger and eating it for himself.
They spend an hour in Liam’s flat cleaning the kitchen because Liam is too afraid to do anything else, procrastinating as usual.
‘You are acting so weird Liam’ Zayn stops him from scrubbing the countertop for the fifth time.
Liam looks at Zayn, looks at his hand on his wrist, how his light skin matches Zayn’s so beautifully. He looks at Zayn’s ridiculously long eyelashes each time he blinks. He looks at the way Zayn’s shirt is unbuttoned to the third button, his chest flaunting itself to Liam.
He grabs Zayn’s hips and flips him around against the counter, bringing their lips together in a hungry kiss. He presses into Zayn’s space, their legs opening to allow each other in and Zayn’s hands roam Liam’s back, squeezing slightly when Liam bites down on his bottom lip.
Liam pulls away and looks at Zayn whose brown eyes have darkened considerably.
“Do you want to do this” Liam speaks, unwilling to take his hands off Zayn’s hips.
Zayn nods nervously and leans back in again for another kiss. Zayn’s nervousness disappears momentarily as he pulls Liam even closer towards him, Liam slotting in between Zayn’s legs perfectly. He separates their mouths to bite and kiss his way down Liam’s neck, eliciting huffed moans from Liam’s mouth.
Liam moves his hands up Zayn’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes. Without breaking contact, Liam slides the unnecessary fabric from Zayn’s chest and ghosts his fingers over the tattoo that decorates Zayn’s hip.
Zayn returns the favour and continues his assault of Liam’s skin down his chest which has started to heave up and down due to his lack of breath.
Liam loops his fingers through Zayn’s belt loops and starts to back them towards Liam’s bedroom which he had made sure was impeccable. Zayn is smiling in between kisses, impressed with Liam’s direction. He knows how to follow along, how to slide his hands into Liam's neat hair and let himself be led into the room. Liam turns him around first and pushes him down onto the soft mattress, smiling slightly even as his eyes glisten dark with lust.
Liam looms over Zayn, taking him in. He looks stunning, looking up at Liam with lustful apprehension, leaning up on his elbows making the muscles of his arms strain against his skin. He leans down to bring their lips together and noses his way down Zayn’s body, making quick work of his jeans. Liam takes his off before climbing on top of Zayn entirely and pressing himself down onto him.
He manoeuvres his body with Zayn’s, falling into the usual pattern, the grooves of each other’s bodies slotting together perfectly. This time however, Liam has a different target. After another hungry kiss, Liam rolls his hips against Zayn’s, drawing out a low moan from the older boy.
Zayn’s hands snake around Liam’s back and his fingers slide under the hem of Liam’s boxers, tugging them slightly, signifying what he wants. Liam leans up and raises an eyebrow, a dirty blush colouring Zayn’s cheeks but he tugs again, this time impatiently.
Liam nibbles on Zayn’s collarbone before leaning up, his knees either side of Zayn’s thighs and slides his boxers off, wanting to smile at how Zayn’s widen like they normally do. He slides further up Zayn’s body until his knees are at either side of his torso. He reaches his arms back and keeps his eyes on Zayn. Without looking back, Liam slips Zayn’s boxers off and Zayn groans, hips bucking just slightly.
He tries to sit up to meet Liam’s lips but Liam pushes him back down and teases Zayn by taking his time going back to his original position. Zayn huffs out impatient breaths and he tries to use his hands to make Liam move faster.
Liam signs at him to stop and Zayn scowls at him until Liam finally laughs gently, slotting once more against Zayn and kissing his chest. Zayn’s hands are tangled in Liam’s hair and his breathing is filling the room, making Liam grow harder.
He finally has enough of teasing and looks up at Zayn, conveying his next plan of action with his eyes and Zayn’s grow wide with both anxiety and excitement, the variety of brown colours never failing to make Liam’s heart tug.
He leans over until he reaches his bedside locker and his tongue juts out in concentration as he roots around the drawer, finally landing on what he was looking for.
“Have you done this before?” Liam asks, eying the bottle of lube in his hand.
Zayn removes his vice like grip on Liam’s hips. ‘To myself, yes’ he admits and Liam’s mind runs riot with mental images which he tries in vain to block out.
He applies a generous amount on his fingers and keeps his eyes on Zayn’s, intent on knowing if it becomes too much. He hooks Zayn’s leg around his waist and gently eases a finger downwards, seeing Zayn bite his lip and shut his eyes in anticipation.
Liam slides one finger in and Zayn’s hips jump up from the bed and his eyes snap open, a strangled sound coming out of his mouth. Liam is inspired by the reaction and pulls it in and out for a few more seconds before adding another one.
Zayn’s reactions are positively filthy and Liam commits them all to memory. He can't help but smile at the way Zayn's eyelashes silhouette against his cheekbones and the scrunch in the sheets were Zayn’s hands ball up the fabric.
‘Another’ Zayn manages to sign, his hands now moving to his own hair, pushing it back off his forehead.
Liam bites back a moan and adds another, Zayn gasping in a long draught at the sensation. Liam crooks his fingers slightly, still afraid he might hurt Zayn, but Zayn ruts up and slams his hand down on the bed, spurring Liam on.
They continue like this for a while, Liam loosening Zayn up and helping him relax. That stops when Zayn’s other leg wraps around Liam’s waist and his hands grab onto Liam’s shoulders. His pupils are blown dark and the look he gives Liam can surely only mean one thing.
Liam bites down on his lip. He licks the indents his teeth left and Zayn’s eyes follow the movement of his tongue and Liam feels fingernails digging into his skin. He laughs at Zayn’s impatience but rips the foil of the condom and puts it on quickly, looking at Zayn sheepishly for permission. Zayn answers his silent question by pulling Liam down and kissing him harshly.
Liam grabs at Zayn’s thighs that rest against his ribs to brace himself. Without looking away from Zayn who is short of breath already, Liam eases himself inside Zayn slowly. Zayn gasps and his fingers clench on Liam’s collarbone. Liam pushes in even further when Zayn does not raise protest and soon finds himself filling Zayn up to the hilt.
Zayn is letting out the smallest of noises that do terrible things to Liam’s self-control. He trembles with the effort of not just letting go and fucking Zayn into the mattress. Zayn shifts his hips, wanting Liam to move more. Liam pulls out and then back in, looking down at Zayn with slight worry in case he is hurting him. Zayn just frowns and digs his heels into Liam’s back.
Liam moves with a steady rhythm, not wanting to go too fast, easing Zayn into the feeling gently. It’s good, it’s nice. The way Zayn squirms under him, lets out little gasps and moans that he himself cannot hear. But he wants more and he is pretty sure Zayn won’t protest.
Liam grips Zayn’s thighs tightly and lifts them up higher, angling them differently and pushes into Zayn hard and fast, making him cry out. His eyes are blown wide but he smiles up at Liam dirtily. That is enough for Liam and he keeps it up, fucking Zayn hard and fast, they two of them starting to sweat and the two of them moaning loudly into the air.
Liam feels close but refuses to let go first. Zayn starts to tap Liam on the shoulder and presses his lips closes, whining against them. Liam reaches down and takes Zayn in his hand, only having to pump three times before Zayn cums into his hand and lets out a long, quiet moan. The feeling of him tensing around Liam is enough for him and he soon lets out a moan of his own and cums inside Zayn.
When they both come down off the high, Liam pulls out and flops down beside Zayn whose chest is rising and falling rapidly. They both lie on their backs looking up at the ceiling and Zayn turns his head to look at Liam.
‘That was’ he stops, unable to come up with something to say.
Liam rolls over so he is half on top of Zayn and leans into him.
“Amazing” he says against Zayn’s lips and feels the smile in reciprocation and Zayn wraps his arms around Liam until they fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
//
part eight