IF THAT

Oh god… I don’t even know, Mel. Can I just say every time they’re together or talk about each other? No? Ok, here are a few:

When Hoechlin thought Dylan was awesome.

When Dylan was all of us (and wanted more scenes with Hoechlin)

When they ignore everyone else for each other.

(I mean what even is that look, Hoechlin. I don’t have the whole shot but he was looking past Crystal to eyebrow flirt Dylan.)

When Hoechlin bit Dylan’s wrist during a photo op <3

When they adorably pitch scenes for their characters together:

When Dylan got completely distracted staring at Hoechlin’s chest.

That time they called Hoechlin from ComicCon and Dylan flipped out.

And when Hoechlin said he loved Dylan with the biggest heart eyes…

When Dylan cheated off Hoechlin on Wolf Watch.

And when Hoechlin got super indignant on Dylan’s behalf during a game:

(and basically every time they’re together on that show tbh)

That time Hoechlin pitched and Dylan caught.

Hoechlin’s favorite story about Dylan slapping then hugging him that he told whenever he could.

This sweet little secret smile Dylan gets after looking at Hoechlin:

The million times Dylan talks about how hot Hoechlin is.

The time Dylan made Hoechlin laugh way harder than he should have.

The way Hoechlin can’t stop complimenting/supporting Dylan.

The time Dylan licked Hoechlin’s abs.

The time when they were each other’s favorite characters.

That one moment where they flirted about pasta.

And there’s so many more. Just… all the Hobrien moments <3

“Oh, Liam?” Zayn calls after him.

Liam turns back around to stand before him. “Yes, Mr Malik?”

“If you show up here in a vest again, I’ll personally make sure you never work in London again,” the man says, barely looking up from the portfolio he was observing. “That is all.”

***

After spending the weekend with Zayn’s main fashion director Niall, Liam shows up to work on the first day in a tight white long-sleeved, cuffed shirt that accented the pull of his muscles, black pants that looked somewhere between jeans and slacks, giving him an edge, and fashionably edgy black combat boots that were surprisingly comfortable. He gets his hair cut down to a professional but still modern soft quiff, and learnt how to shave his beard so that he had an artful smattering of stubble that even he has to admit looks good.

When Zayn sees him, he takes his eyes up and down Liam’s body, looking almost nonchalant if it weren’t for the way he swallowed thickly.

Liam grinned smugly. “Would you like me to do anything, Mr Malik?”

“No, Liam,” Zayn says, turning away with that indifferent way he does. “I hope you had time to actually write an article in between stealing my lead director. Wish I don’t appreciate, mind you.”

Zayn doesn’t even look up. “That will be all, Liam.”

And suddenly Liam is furious. He was forced to leave his sister’s wedding reception early just to get this shit done, and Zayn can’t even show one ounce of gratitude. Liam curls his hands into fists by his side.

Zayn looks up and sees him still idling. “You’re dismissed, Liam. I thought that much was clear.”

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Liam demands.

“Why would I thank you for doing the one thing I pay you for?” Zayn asks incredulously. “It would be like praising someone for displaying basic human traits, Liam. I’m not one for over-congratulating.”

“You’re not one for showing gratitude either,” Liam says through clenched teeth.

Zayn reclines back in his chair, looking amused. “Are you upset?”

“I am,” Liam tells him. There’s no point in lying anymore, not when Zayn was almost guaranteed to fire him if he gets something as small as a fucking coffee order wrong. “You’ve never said thank you to me, not even once. Or to Louis, or Niall, from what I can tell. You treat us like dirt, and I’m sick of it.”

Zayn watches him with an impassive, even gaze. Slowly, he uncrossed his legs and leans forward a little. He gestures for Liam to come closer, narrowing his eyes until Liam stumbles forward, compelled by some invisible force. “What would you like me to say?” Zayn asks him. He curls a hand over Liam’s hip, barely a light pressure but enough to have a spark shoot through Liam’s body. “Do you want me to tell you how good you are?”

Liam doesn’t answer. He can’t answer. Not when Zayn’s eyes are looking up at him like that, dark and predatory.

“Do you want me to call you a good boy, Liam?” Zayn continues. He licks his lips a little. Liam nods numbly. “Well, Liam, I’m afraid good boys have to earn their title.”

Liam can feel it, then, that tension between them coming to a peak, a make or break moment.

Liam sinks to his knees.

“How do you want me to earn it?” Liam asks quietly.

Zayn leans back in his chair with a small smirk, a quirk of his lips that almost looks like a soft smile. “Impress me.”

Liam doesn’t have to be told twice. He leans forward and mouths over Zayn crotch, until the man’s cock thickens beneath him. He looks up at Zayn when the man cards a hand through his hair, wondering what it would take to make the man drop his indifferent, vaguely amused expression.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Zayn murmurs. He scratches Liam’s head softly when Liam mewls from the praise. “Gonna show me what else you can do with that pretty mouth of yours?”

Liam sucks him off there in the chair, quick and expertly, revelling in how Zayn couldn’t hold back his aborted noises, couldn’t stop his hands from tugging on Liam’s hair. Liam swallowed him down whole, overwhelmed by the heavy feeling of Zayn’s cock in his mouth, the bitterness of his cum, the sweet praise pouring from his mouth.

When he’s done, Liam pulls off with an obscene ‘pop’ and gazes up at Zayn, waiting.

Zayn zips himself up. “That will be all.”

Nodding, Liam pushes himself to his feet and exits the immaculate home, smirking because Zayn didn’t look so immaculate when Liam left him breathing heavily in his study.

The next day, Zayn doesn’t say thank you when Liam brings him his coffee, but he doesn’t comment on his sweater vest, either.

He began interning at 16 with the magazine and was just naturally really good at what he did. He learned to keep people at a distance and be cruel because otherwise they would continue making snide comments about his age.

The boss kept promoting him quickly because he had such a keen eye for fashion and was able to keep up with the fast pace of the work.

And then the rumors about Zayn letting the head of the magazine fuck him and that’s why he’s always being given the most interesting assignments and when he retires Zayn gets his job, becomes the youngest editor for the magazine which is a huge draw for the fashion world. This fashion prodigy in charge of his own magazine.

But he keeps being closed off because it works and keeps people from talking about him too much. But then Liam comes and he’s zayn’s age, and even though Zayn hates to admit it, he does have a soft spot for him. Maybe gossip starts though, that they’re fucking and zayn starts pulling away and keeping Liam at a distance again.

And Liam hates it. He hates just being a fuck toy, and he hates that Zayn acts like Liam barely exists when they’re at the office.

He doesn’t say anything, though, because he needs to remain professional. He needs to keep this job.

It’s not until a late night in Paris when they’ve drunk too much wine and are high on the aura of the city that Liam realises that, hey, he sort of wants to hold Zayn’s hand and not have it necessarily lead anywhere dirty. And Zayn looks over at him and realises that, hey, he’s glad Liam’s here. He hasn’t been glad to have a companion in years.

“i have a secret”

“go on harry”

“not telling you thank you very much for having us scott mills”