Harry's mind blacked out as soon as his lips touched Zayn's. Zayn slid his hands down Harry's thighs till he was cupping Harry's ass in his hands. He began kneading him through his tight jeans, causing a low moan to ripple from Harry's throat. Zayn slowed down the pace of his hips as he pulled the boy on top of him closer into his lap. He pulled Harry closer with each rotation of his hips, grinding his crotch against Harry's. Harry gasped loudly into Zayn's mouth and Zayn took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry tasted of bitter alcohol and innocence and Zayn almost came in his pants right then.
Harry was soon pulled back into reality as he felt Zayn's hardening cock grinding up against his own. He slid his tongue against Zayn's and tried to taste as much of him as he could, which was mostly alcohol and cigarettes but Harry swore he was getting high just from the taste of the older boy's mouth. He moved his hands up to Zayn's dark hair, tugging slightly as their heated kiss turned into breathy moans. Zayn released a guttural moan and pulled Harry down harder into his lap. Harry bit his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning at the top of his lungs in the crowded club. Zayn moved his lips down Harry's jaw and across his neck, leaving wet love bites along the way.
Harry couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face at the contact of Zayn's lips on his heated flesh. He removed one of his hands from Zayn's hair and slowly moved it down Zayn's torso, playing with his nipples through his shirt as he moved lower toward Zayn's groin. Harry threw his head back to allow Zayn more access to his neck before he lightly cupped Zayn through his tightening jeans and began palming his growing dick. Zayn's body tensed slightly before he began bucking his hips faster into Harry's hand.
"Oh…fuck!" Zayn breathed against Harry's neck as Harry tightened his grip around him.
"You like that, Zayn? Feels good doesn't it?" Harry purred softly into Zayn's ear and the older boy threw his head back to release a soft moan from his lips. Harry connected his slightly swollen lips to Zayn's neck that was slightly glistening with sweat.
"S-so good, Harry…don't fucking stop, oh god." Zayn's eyes were closed tightly as he tried moving his hips up even faster into Harry's palm. Harry smirked and moved his lips up to Zayn's ear, licking the lobe lightly before biting it softly. Zayn moaned a bit louder this time, causing more people to look in their direction. They then heard someone clear their throat next to them. Harry jumped away from Zayn and he could feel his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink when he saw the bartender watching them.
"Would you two mind taking this somewhere else?" The bartender asked without taking his eyes off of Harry. "You're starting to scare away some of my customers." He said with a slight smirk on his face.
Harry couldn't speak. He was so embarrassed. He completely forgot they were still in the crowded club, doing such crude things to each other. He felt his face grow even pinker as he opened his mouth to say something but closed it when he couldn't form any words to say. The bartender crossed his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at Harry with an amused look on his face.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Zayn chimed in and grabbed Harry's arm firmly, pulling him through the crowd of people towards the dark bathrooms. Harry turned around and shouted a small "sorry" to the bartender who was watching them as they left. The bartender just laughed to himself, shook his head, and got back to work.
As soon as Harry was shoved into the bathroom stall, the door was quickly closed and locked before Zayn pushed him up against the door. Harry winced in pain as his hip was pressed into the lock on the door, but the pain quickly left his mind as Zayn connected his soft lips to his. Zayn's was hungry with lust, resulting in a kiss that was filled with clanking teeth and battling tongues mixed with hot breaths. Zayn grasped Harry's ass tightly, pulling their hips together as their dicks, that were now painfully hard, ground into each other. Harry gasped when he felt how hard Zayn was, but was sort of relieved to know that he wasn't the only one.
"Feel that?" Zayn almost growled into Harry's ear. "Feel how hard you made me with that little show out there?" Harry gulped loudly and nodded his head frantically, not trusting his voice. "Well don't you think you should do something about it? Be kinda rude if you didn't." Zayn whispered softly, letting his breath brush over Harry's neck.
"Yeah, yeah." Harry mumbled while moving his hands down to the front of Zayn's jeans, quickly popping the button open and unzipping them. He licked his lips in anticipation before he pushed down Zayn's jeans and boxers to his knees. Zayn's fully erect cock bobbed up in front of him, and Harry could feel his dick twitch in his tight pants. Zayn moaned softly against Harry's neck and bucked his hips, silently telling Harry he needs some sort of contact.
Harry licked his lips again before lightly grasping Zayn's cock, wrapping his long fingers around the base before moving up to the head that was already leaking precome. Harry used his thumb to spread the precome down, and around Zayn's throbbing cock to make the movement of his hand easier. Zayn's hips twitched upward to push himself into Harry's hand.
"Come on, Harry…give me something." Zayn groaned as he continued to tightly grip Harry's ass with one hand while the other moved to palm Harry through his jeans. Harry grunted loudly as he gripped Zayn's cock tighter, tugging it roughly, eliciting broken moans from the older boy.
"How's that feel, babe?" Harry whispered as he flicked his wrist while teasing the head of Zayn's cock with the pad of this thumb, softly brushing over the slit. Harry felt Zayn's body shake against him and he knew he was doing something right.
"Oh fu-fuck yeah…feels so fucking good mmm…" Zayn removed his hand from Harry's crotch and the one from his ass to tightly grip Harry's shoulders. "Harry, will – will you suck me off?" Zayn asked in a timid voice as he tightly closed his eyes. Harry's hand movement on Zayn's dick paused momentarily and his dick twitched again in his jeans.
"Fuck yeah, Zayn. Yeah." Harry moaned softly at Zayn's request before lowering himself to his knees to rest in front of Zayn. He looked up at Zayn from under his lashes and they made short eye contact before Harry abruptly wrapped his pink, swollen lips around the head of Zayn's cock, sucking softly, causing Zayn to close his eyes and release a high-pitched moan.
"Shitshitshitfuck!" Zayn shouted as he moved his hands to Harry's soft curls, pulling on them roughly to bring Harry's mouth further down his cock. Harry gagged slightly as Zayn's cock hit the back of his throat and wrapped a hand around the base where his mouth wouldn't reach. He formed a rhythm with his mouth and hand, working together as his tongue slid around Zayn's cock, tracing the protruding vein running along the side. As he pulled away so only the head of Zayn's dick was in his mouth, he kitten-licked at the slit, collecting all the precome beading at the tip. Harry jumped when Zayn's fist hit the door behind him.
"Holy fuck! So fucking good, damn. I – I wanna – can I come on your face? I'm so close." Zayn grunted as he attempted to fuck his dick into Harry's mouth. Harry moaned around Zayn's cock at the thought of Zayn's come all over his face. He moved his free hand down to the front of his jeans, quickly undoing them and shoving them down a bit so he could touch himself. When his hand wrapped firmly around his base, already slick with precome, he released a long moan around Zayn, causing the older boy to shudder and release a mantra of cuss words. Harry started quickly working his own length, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he hollowed his cheeks to suck Zayn harder into his mouth.
"Fuck, Harry. You look so good with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, you know that?" Harry looked up at Zayn and began flicking his wrist in a way that almost had himself coming on the spot. Zayn groaned, "Watching you touch yourself just makes me wanna come on your face even more." Harry moaned again as he let go of Zayn's cock, letting his hand fall into his lap. He gave Zayn a dirty wink as he began moving his fist around his cock at an increased speed.
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so fucking perfect." Zayn chanted down to Harry once he realized what Harry was allowing him to do. He grabbed the back of Harry's head and snapped his hips forward quickly, over and over, face fucking Harry who closed his eyes that began to brim with tears as he continued to work his hand on his cock.
Harry took Zayn's cock without any arguing. Zayn rapidly moved his hips as he fucked into Harry's mouth, pulling the younger boy's head to meet his thrusts halfway. He released another slur of cuss words as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. When his cock slid into Harry's mouth, he stopped his hip movements and pushed himself as far as he could down Harry's throat. The feeling of the swollen tip of Zayn's cock pushing against the back of his throat as it throbbed against his tongue and cheeks, had Harry coming all over his own fist and the bathroom floor. He groaned loudly as he worked himself through his orgasm.
"Fucking shit!" Zayn cursed as he quickly pulled out of Harry's mouth and began working his fist over his cock. He pulled Harry's head closer to his dick. "Look at me, babe." Zayn instructed as his thumb brushed over Harry's lower lip, pulling his mouth open slightly.
Harry opened his eyes slowly and took in the sight above him. A wrecked Zayn looking down at him with lust-filled eyes as he tugged quickly on his cock. Harry opened his mouth slightly and slipped his tongue out to brush against his lower lip.
"Come on, Zayn." Harry cooed. "Come on my face, I want to taste you." And that was all Zayn needed to hear before he let out a deep moan and contorted his face in pleasure while releasing his come all over Harry's beautiful face, making sure to get some into his mind-blowing mouth.
Zayn worked himself through his orgasm and Harry swallowed loudly with an appreciative moan and sucked lightly at the tip of Zayn's cock to finish him off, leaving soft kisses at the slit. Zayn held himself up using the stall door as he stood on his shaking legs. He used his middle and forefinger to scoop up his come from Harry's face before moving his fingers to Harry's mouth who gladly accepted them, sucking them clean. He smiled down at Harry who was grinning up at him while pulling up his own pants and helping Zayn with his before standing up. Harry wrapped his hands around the back of Zayn's head, pulling him into a deep kiss. Zayn could taste himself on Harry's tongue, causing him to moan softly before pulling away to look at Harry.
"That was bloody amazing." Zayn laughed as Harry blushed softly.
"Glad you liked it." Harry grinned again while looking at the floor.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?" Zayn grabbed Harry's hand in his, linking their fingers together, before leading him out of the bathroom.
Zayn lead Harry back into the club, weaving around bodies as they made their way back to the bar. Harry looked over at Zayn with a puzzled expression as they sat down.
"I need a fucking drink after that." Zayn smirked nodding his head back toward the bathrooms.
Harry caught on and a blush crept onto his face as he looked away. He made eye contact with the bartender who raised his eyebrow at him and just grinned while he started making them their drinks, obviously having heard what Zayn said. Harry smiled back and quickly looked down to his hands that were resting on the counter. He jumped back when a heavy glass filled with brown liquid was placed in front of him. He looked up to see the bartender looking down at him before he leaned over the bar counter and positioned his lips by Harry's ear.
"I know this is fucking awkward, but you've- you've got some dried come on your chin." The bartender laughed softly as he pulled back and got back to serving other customers.
Harry didn't have to look in a mirror to know his face was beet red. He quickly pulled his sleeve over his knuckles and licked the material till it was damp with spit before moving it to his chin to wipe away the come. He then grabbed his drink in front of him and downed the whole thing in one gulp. He should really learn how to calm him nerves.
"I was hoping no one would've told you about that." Zayn slurred his words and chuckled to himself as he finished his drink. Harry glanced over to him.
"What?" Harry questioned with his brows pulled together.
"The come on your chin." Zayn reached over to cup his hand under Harry's chin and rub with thumb over where the dried come had previously been. "I liked seeing my come on your face. Pretty hot actually, getting hard just thinking about it." Zayn gave Harry a cheeky wink before letting go of his chin.
"Oh god, Zayn. You're so fucking drunk right now." Harry laughed loudly. "Just keep your mouth shut."
"Ooo, demanding. I like it." Zayn winked again with a grin on his face.
"For fuck's sake. Let's get out of here before you start dancing again." Harry stood from his stool, pulling out his wallet to leave a few bills on the counter while Zayn just laughed loudly for whatever reason.
"But you liked my dancing, obviously." Zayn glanced over to Harry before leaving his own money on the counter.
"Let's just go, yeah?" Harry grabbed Zayn's hand in his own and started walking toward the front of the club.
"Aha! See? You didn't deny liking my dancing!" Zayn exclaimed while pressing up behind Harry and moving his hips like he had been earlier. Harry scurried forward to put space between their bodies.
"Zayn!" Harry hissed over his shoulder as they walked out of the club. "Act more mature, will you?" Zayn chuckled loudly.
"Whatever pleases you, babe." Zayn slurred his words again as they both started walking to Harry's house, hand in hand.
Harry squealed as they both made their way up to Harry's front porch, pulling Zayn's hands out of the front of his pants.
"Keep your hands to yourself, mate." Harry laughed as he held Zayn's hands down to his sides. Zayn didn't say anything; just shot him a wide grin. "So, I guess I should head inside. Getting late." He pulled out his phone to check the time – half past two in the morning. He looked up to see Zayn watching him with observant eyes. "Is something wrong, Zayn?"
"Errmm…" Zayn fidgeted with his hands. "Would you mind if I – you know – stayed the night?" Zayn almost whispered as he glanced down to the ground. Harry smiled. It wasn't often he saw Zayn acting so shy.
"Sure, mate. I got no problem with it. Mum's probably already sleeping so we won't have to ask for permission." Harry dug his house key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, walking inside and kicking of his shoes by the coat closet. Zayn followed after him and took off his shoes as well.
They made their way upstairs, with some difficulty including the fact they were both pretty drunk, Zayn taking first place. They stumbled into Harry's room, laughing at nothing while Harry removed his belongings from his pockets and placed them on his dresser, relieved to see that his mum had put fresh sheets on his bed.
"I'm going to take a shower." Harry muttered, finally realizing how long it had been since he had taken a proper shower and remembering how sweaty he had gotten during the moving earlier. He knew it would be difficult considering he was slightly tipsy, but he figured it needed to be done.
"Mmmmkay I'll be waiting, babe." Zayn slurred and grinned up at Harry from his spot on the bed.
Harry shook his head and walked into the bathroom, closing the door, but not locking it incase Zayn needed to pee. He turned on the showerhead to allow it to heat up while he quickly stripped off his clothing. He noticed the large come stain on the front of his boxers before he shucked them off, turning his nose up in slight disgust.
He stepped into the shower and wet down his hair to start a nice lather of shampoo. He grabbed his body wash and poured a good amount into his palm before rubbing it between his hands to get it good and foamy. He ran his hands over his body the best he good and stood back into the stream of water to rinse away the suds. His mind wandered back to the bathroom in the club, remembering how hot Zayn had looked fucking into his mouth. He smiled widely before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying off his body. He wrapped the towel low around his waist and walked back to his bedroom.
Zayn was sprawled out on the bed, his body almost falling off the side. Harry moved over to his dresser and brought out a fresh pair of boxers, pulling them on. He threw his towel into his clothes hamper before walking over to Zayn. He began pulling Zayn's jacket off, rolling his heavy body over to get it off completely.
"Mmmnngggg." Zayn grunted and kicked his feet as Harry tried to help him out of his clothing.
"Zayn, just help me get your clothes off then you can sleep all you want." Harry patted Zayn's chest trying to coax him into helping. Zayn just shook his head. "You're gonna leave all the work to me?" Harry asked and Zayn just nodded his head.
Harry sighed deeply before moving his hands to the hem of Zayn's shirt, pulling it up his torso and maneuvering his arms out of the sleeves then throwing it onto the floor. He then moved down to Zayn's jeans, popping the button and unzipping them then stepping around the side of the bed to tug them down his long legs, removing his socks in the process. Harry smiled proudly to himself for successfully removing his clothing.
He then stepped back to the side of the bed and shoved Zayn's body to the side nearest the wall before grabbing an extra blanket from the side of his dresser and climbing into bed beside Zayn, placing the blanket over both of them. He laid his head down onto his pillow, releasing a long breath he didn't know he was holding in.
"G'night, Zaney." Harry yawned and closed his eyes then felt movement on the bed behind him before he felt an arm wrap around his waist and a warm face nestled into the crook of his neck.
"Night, Har-bear." Zayn's gravely voice rang through Harry's ear and he shivered slightly when a wet kiss was placed to the back of his neck. He pulled the blanket up to his chin, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
Zayn awoke with a smile spread across his face. He had just had the best sleep he's had in weeks and wasn't sure why. As the fog of sleep cleared his mind, he then noticed his body was being weighed down by something heavy and warm. He took a moment to rub the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his palms before opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. That's weird…I don't remember my room looking like this.
He shook his head and looked down to where the heat on his body was coming from. He gasped lowly when he saw Harry wrapped around his body – one leg hooked over Zayn's, his arms wrapped around Zayn's torso, and his head nestled in the crook of Zayn's neck. Zayn's eyes widened when suddenly his mind was hit with everything that had happened last night. Oh fuck. This can't be happening nonononononono.
Zayn delicately removed Harry's arms from around his waist, and pushed Harry over gently to his own side of the bed. He pushed the blanket off of himself and realized he had been sleeping in only his small pair of tight boxer shorts. He lifted the blanket to see that Harry was the same way. Zayn groaned and scooted down to the foot of the bed, pushing his legs over the side and standing up. He felt his head get dizzy and put a hand out to support himself on the wall. Damn hangovers.
After regaining his equilibrium, he moved to find his jeans and socks bunched up at the end of the bed. He quickly slid them on and went around to the side of the bed to find his shirt. He tugged it on as fast as he could without making too much noise. Once finished, he glanced down to the sleeping Harry on the bed. His soft curls fanned out around his head on the pillow, his mouth open slightly with small snores escaping occasionally. Goddamn he's beautiful. What? No! Stop!
He shook his head in frustration and pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time – almost noon. He shoved his phone back into his pocket after sending his mum a quick text informing her where he was and that he was on his way home. He started walking backwards toward the bedroom door while looking at Harry. He suddenly felt his foot catch on something behind him, losing his balance and falling backwards into a box of towels and knocking over more boxes - Harry had yet to unpack - with his flailing arms. His head snapped up to look at Harry who began stirring in bed from the sudden outburst of noise Zayn had caused. Zayn closed his eyes tightly as he slowly stood out of the box.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck please don't wake up, pleasepleasepleaseplea –
"Z-Zayn?" Harry asked with his deep morning voice. He cleared his throat. "Wh-what are you doing?" Zayn felt as if his feet were bolted to the floor. He wanted to just run out of the room and out of the house, but that wouldn't be right. Would it?
"Umm… You know, just heading home." Zayn glanced around the room, not wanting to look at Harry at the moment. Harry pushed the blanket off of his body and swung his legs over the bed while rubbing his eyes and not bothering to fix his hair that stuck up in different directions.
"Were you gonna leave without saying goodbye?" Harry looked at Zayn who was still avoiding his eye contact. Zayn heard a hint of hurt in the younger boy's voice, making Zayn groan internally. He looked over to Harry who looked so small and confused sitting on the bed.
"Listen, Ha-Harry…last night…it wa—"
"A mistake. Is that what you're gonna say?" Harry snapped. "Because if you are, just don't fucking say it, because I don't think it was a mistake. You wanted that to happen last night just as much as I did." Harry looked at Zayn with fury and worry written across his face.
"I was drunk, you know that." Zayn glanced down to the floor, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Drunk actions are sober thoughts." Harry chimed in, causing Zayn's head to snap up and look at him.
"You – you think I wanted that last night? Hell, you think I want it now?!" Zayn shouted, making Harry scoot backwards on the bed. "I'm not a fucking queer if that's what you're implying! You may be, but I sure as hell am not!" Harry looked away from Zayn as he felt tears sting at his eyes.
"I – I just th-thought…" Harry trailed off.
"Yeah? Well you thought wrong. I'm leaving." And with that, Zayn turned on his heel and quickly left the room, jogging down the stairs and towards the front door to pull on his shoes. He sighed deeply when he heard footsteps running down the stairs.
"Zayn!" Harry shouted while rushing over to him, still only wearing his boxer shorts. "Zayn, you can't just leave, we need to talk about it."
"I'm pretty sure we talked about it enough upstairs. What part wasn't clear to you?" Zayn crossed his arms as he took in Harry's appearance, his eyes slightly red from his tears. He glanced away from Harry's face and caught himself looking at Harry's crotch. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm not gay! He moved his eyes to just look at the wall behind Harry.
"B-but Zayn…" Harry felt more tears brimming at his eyes, but he kept looking at Zayn. "I – I like you. Okay? I like you, and I've liked you for a long time and there's nothing I can do about it. Even though right now I wish I didn't like you because you're acting like a proper dick to me." Zayn looked at Harry's eyes again just as tears began to stream down his rosy cheeks. Fuck.
"Goodbye, Harry." Zayn stated before turning around and pulling the front door open, stepping outside, and slamming it behind him.
Harry stood by the door, staring in shock realizing he had just confessed his feelings toward Zayn, and he just left – like nothing. He balled his hands into fists, as he got angry with himself. How can you be so stupid?! Idiotidiotidiot!
"Harry?" Anne called from the stair landing. "Who just left?" Harry felt tears pouring down his face and ran up the stairs, past his mum and toward his room.
"No one, Mum! No one! Let's just drop it, and please, for the love of god, don't come in here and try to get me to talk about it!" Harry shouted and slammed his door behind him. Throwing himself on his bed and sobbing into the pillow that still smelled of the older boy.