A/N: The original version of this story was taken down because I used real people (Liam and Zayn) so I've changed the names a bit (Liam=Lium Zain=Zayn) to make them fictional. :/ Bear with me please. The original w/o the name changes is on my Tumblr if you wanna check it out!
"I'm exhausted." Lium says as he and Zain come through the door of their apartment. "Anyone would after that performance." Zain says smiling at him as he removed his coat. "You did wonderful." The dark haired boy says to Lium before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks babe. You sounded great tonight by the way." He replies, taking Zain's hand in one of his and dropping his keys on the table with his other. "Let's get ready for bed, Li." Zain says leading his boyfriend back to their bedroom, hands still laced together.
Lium takes a quick shower to rinse off the filth after the concert, while Zain undresses and slips into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. As Zain starts pulling back the covers to get in bed Liam comes out of the bathroom, hair towel dried and messy, and wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers. In Zain's eyes he couldn't be more handsome. "I love seeing you in my clothes." He motions toward the t-shirt Zain borrowed. "It reminds me that you're mine." He says crawling across the bed to Zain as he lay down. Within a few seconds Lium's on top of him, their faces only inches apart.
"Am I being here not enough?" Zain questions sarcastically and giggles. "Of course it is, Zaynie." Lium says and his hands roam from Zain's hips up his side. "Your touch is my reminder." The Bradford lad whispers. "Oh really?" Lium asks. All of a sudden his hands are on Zain's ribs, tickling the dark complexted boy mercilessly. "Oh no. Please! Stop!" Zain squeals and squirms uncontrollably underneath the doe-eyed boy. He tries to tickle Lium back but before he can, his boyfriend captures both of his hands in one of his bigger ones, making Zain totally defenseless. After a while Lium decides Zain has had enough torture for one night and he releases both of the boy's hands from his grip.
Zain rests his arms on Lium's shoulders and places his hands at the base of the Wolverhampton boy's neck. Lium brings a hand to Zain's cheek and rubs light circles, shifting his weight to his other arm on the bed next to Zain's head. "I'll always be yours." Zain tells him keeping contact with Lium's chestnut eyes and twirls the boy's hair between his fingers. "That's all I want." Lium says before bringing his lips to Zain's. The kiss is light and precious. As Lium pulls away a smile slips onto Zain's face, mirroring Lium's own. Lium rubs their noses together a few times, giving him Eskimo kisses, before rolling off of him.
Lium turns off the bedside lamp and Zain pulls the covers up to his chin, loving being submerged in the plush duvet and cotton sheets. A wave of fatigue washes over Zain's body and mind as the day catches up to him. His eyelids get heavy and he doesn't fight them when they flutter shut and he curls up into his usual sleeping position. Lium's presence beside him grows stronger, the bed creaking as he moves restlessly. "Can I cuddle with you?" Lium asks from behind the tired boy in a sweet but self-conscience voice and his lips graze Zain's neck. "Please." Zain replies, craving the warmth of Lium's body next to his, to fill the space around his like the perfect puzzle piece. Before Zain can finish Lium's arms are around him and he can feel his boyfriend's chest on his shoulder blades. Zain pushes into him and intertwines his legs with Lium's. Lium answers his movements by weaving his fingers with Zain's and resting their hands on Zain's stomach. "I love you." Lium whispers to him, barely awake. "I love you too." Zain says before drifting off in his arms.