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It had been a while since their last date. Things growing domestic always seemed like a fear of Zayn’s for so long. Yet all of a sudden, he wasn’t even thinking about it anymore.
It seemed every time Liam looked at him, he let out a barely noticeable sigh, like he was relieved. Zayn felt that too, but maybe the emotion was safe. He always believed that Liam was just such a naturally brave person in the way that he wasn’t. Sure Zayn would walk in the most suspicious parts of town without blinking an eye and he’d cross traffic without triple checking the street, but Liam was the bravest about the most important things.
As Zayn grew to know him and to love him, he was taught through experience that Liam was brave when it came to emotion. He could lay out his whole life story after knowing Zayn for a mere three weeks. He told him he loved him without even blinking. It was like it wasn’t even weighing on him- like the feeling didn’t even falter. Zayn was constantly taken aback by that.
Emotional vulnerability.
Zayn had finally been able to put a finger on it. That was what he was really struggling with. He had it, of course; but the ability to share it- that was the problem. Liam opened up and handed it to Zayn on a platter.
It was hard for Zayn to not be jealous at first. Something that made him want to cry or at least made his hands shake, could roll off Liam’s tongue in a heartbeat. But with time, Zayn grew introspective like he had taught himself, and it got better. He allowed himself to realize that Liam had an easier time growing up, possibly financially but mostly in terms of coming out. He had more of a support system in that way. It wasn’t perfect, but he was allowed to express himself. Zayn was loved, but it was different. He lost a lot when he came out; almost too much.
The thing that helped the most when coming to terms with his emotional issues was Liam himself. Once Zayn was able to open up a little bit and provide Liam with some insight, he seemed to understand what Zayn was saying without him having to push himself to communicate it. It was such a relief. Liam genuinely seemed to be something that Zayn was missing. He was always so patient about it and made sure he was correct in his assumptions, never guilting Zayn or belittling him.
Liam was a breath of fresh air. Zayn couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Every aspect of Liam was addicting.
The care and understanding for Zayn extended into all parts of their relationship.
Their first time was worth the wait. They wanted to wait until things were real. They had both made mistakes before that they regretted and came to an understanding that the feelings they were having were far different to ones they had with previous partners, and for different feelings came different rules. It was almost unbearable waiting to go all the way, when the room was dark and the air was thick, but they waited months. They talked about it but it didn’t seem right and they would wait and wait. But one day, Zayn was off and Liam had closed up the shop late due to an event they had, and like many days before, Zayn was anxious for him to get home.
He heard the metal sound of the keys turning in the door and walked down the entry hallway, his socks always slightly sliding him faster and the door opened and he found Liam chuckling as Zayn stumbled his way toward him, shirtless and moving around in sweats, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, humming against the side of his head neck softly, muttering,
“Missed you today.”
Liam giggled and dropped whatever he was holding and wrapped his hands around his waist,
“Hmm- missed you too baby. What’s got you like this?”
Zayn laughed and backed up just enough to bring their lips together intimately, his hand around the side of Liam’s head,
“Just wanted you all day.”
Liam let a small smirk show,
“Yeah?”
Zayn bit his lip, his thumb dragging down Liam’s cheek,
“Yeah.”
Liam just stood there for a moment, letting Zayn’s fingers trace his face, his thumb moving to drag Liam’s lip down and back up. He watched Zayn’s diluted eyes as he did so, His eyelashes so long against his face as he closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in, to open them again and place a kiss on Liam’s lips; who was just mesmerizing that this is who he gets to come home to.
Zayn’s lips turned up and he spoke softly,
“Love you.”
Liam smiled,
“Love you more.”
Zayn’s heart raced because he knew that night was the night, but for the first time, he wasn’t nervous. He just took a breath and grabbed Liam’s wrist and started dragging him.
Liam laughed,
“What are you doing?”
Zayn smiled,
“Taking you to my bed.”
Liam grinned and followed behind closely, walking in the room and throwing his jacket to the side, looking at Zayn and before he had a chance to think, Zayn placed a palm on his chest and pushed him on the bed.
Liam smiled as his back hit the sheets, watching as Zayn crawled forward and straddled his hips, slowly dropping until he sat on him. Liam licked his lips and looked up at him, watching his every move as Zayn placed his hands on Liam’s chest, dragging his hands down to his waistband. He finally leaned forward and pressed their lips together, inhaling deeply as Liam invaded his mouth, groaning as he realized Zayn’s fingers were unbuttoning and unzipping Liam’s jeans.
“What do you wanna do, Z?”
Even though this room was a little darker than the living room, Zayn’s lamp in the corner allowed Liam to see that Zayn’s lips were wet and his eyes were wide but he was calm as he pulled Liam’s briefs down, causing the man to stutter above him as Zayn finally wrapped his hand around him.
Liam took a breath, pushing his chin against his chest to get the best look at Zayn.
“Fuck-“ He breathed out and watched as Zayn spit into his hand and wrapped it around the head, his thumb dragging along the tip.
Zayn licked his lip as he toyed with Liam, dragging his finger back and forth on his tip, his other hand moving to the base of Liam’s dick.
“Do you want me tonight?”
Liam’s face was red in restraint. Zayn had never been this confident before, and he was leaking on his fingers,
“Yes- like, all the way?”
Zayn ground his hips forward a little,
“Yeah.”
Liam closed his eyes, nodding but taking a deep breath, reaching down to remove his shirt then
dragging a hand down Zayn’s bare torso, wrapping a hand around his waist.
“Come on, baby let’s do it.”
Zayn smiled,
“Impatient.” Liam chuckled and felt relieved when Zayn stopped his ministrations, he was far too close.
“Well Liam, you’ll be pleased to know that I um- I prepped myself in case this worked out. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Liam’s hands roamed Zayn’s torso and slid down to his waistband,
“You’re so hot.”
Zayn smiled and brought their lips together again, to pull back and mutter,
“One sec,” as he pulled back to quickly slide off of him and step out of his pants, grabbing lube from his bedside and returning to see that Liam had fully riddled himself of his jeans as well, reaching out to pull Zayn back onto his lap.
The tip of Zayn’s cock was swollen and dark pink, now rested over Liam’s stomach, dripping out a small pool of precum onto his skin. Liam’s fingers with lube reaching behind Zayn for a moment, slowly sliding two inside to make sure he was good. Liam allowed himself to slide his fingers around a bit, content with Zayn’s lips parting as he couldn’t help but slightly slide his tip against Liam, a small whimper escaping his lips as Liam reached up and curled his fingers inside the boy,
“Oh- fuck! Lee- I’m good, it’s time.”
Liam coated himself and couldn’t help but be mesmerized as he watched Zayn scoot forward to reach behind himself, wrapping around Liam’s base as he lowered himself. Liam’s tip slid inside and suddenly Zayn let out a breath to slide down all the way, feeling Liam fill him up completely. Zayn held Liam’s head against his chest for a moment as he bottomed out, gasping and pulling back to trace his thumb over his lips.
There was nothing to say for a moment, they just had to bask in all the intense feelings. Zayn looked into Liam’s eyes as he pleaded him to start moving, his cheeks pink and his brow with a bit of sweat.
Zayn took a few breaths and held onto Liam’s shoulder as he began to roll his hips. It was intense, Liam was so far inside, Zayn felt like he was in his stomach. Zayn had done this before, but it was different. It was hot, but he also felt the pleasure all the way to his heart, and that’s how he knew the difference.
The drag of Liam’s cock inside him was what was leaving him feeling like he was already on the edge as he rolled his hips. He sinks down so slowly that his thighs shake and Liam can’t help but snap up, making him gasp, a palm wrapping around the side of Liam’s neck.
“Oh fuck- Liam.”
Zayn was riding him now, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer. Zayn clenched down on him, biting shoulder to stifle a small shriek as Liam met his movements.
Liam gasped and pulled back enough so he could watch Zayn, wrapping a hand around Zayn’s length as he met Zayn’s thrusts in the middle. Zayn moaned and blushed as his moaned flooded from his mouth, whining,
“Liam oh! I’m- Fuck,” As he spilled out over Liam’s chest, clenching down until Liam groaned and fell over the edge as well, filling Zayn up in seconds.
They sat there for a moment, slightly wide eyed, lips uncontrollably turning to smile. Liam sighed and let his head rest against the pillow.
The room settled. Their hearts began to slow to their normal pace, the temperature seemed to level out , and it allowed for Zayn to rise to let Liam pull out, his bones like jelly. Liam exhaled and reached slightly, moving his hands to rub along his arms and back, comforting Zayn as he sighed and leaned forward to curl his body around Liam’s as they laid there, the blanket around his back as he let his eyes focus on the darkness of the shadow against Liam’s skin.
They would never forget that night.
As the days, weeks, and months went by, they only grew to understand each other even more. The change of season seemed to be a surprise every time. Zayn forgot what monotony felt like. If they fought it was out of boredom and of love, and if things got calm, they never got boring. As things grew more domestic, they just grew more comfortable.
Zayn never felt scared that he would lose Liam. It was almost like they were meant for each other.
It was like that day Liam decided to walk into the comic store was fate.
Zayn felt Liam’s hand curl around his own and he relaxed, sighing with the content that he would still have Liam by his side in the morning. Like it was meant to be.