#30ziam

It was time that they took a step further into their relationship, and Zayn was ready. They’d talked about it, about getting married. They wanted it, but it never felt like the right time, especially with this whole YouTube Vlogging thing they started taking off. It wasn’t meant to be anything huge at first.

It had started when Liam was preparing for a semester abroad in Spain. It wasn’t too far, but they’d just been together for about a year and Zayn knew he was going to miss him like crazy. Zayn was taking a video editing course and he decided to record quick Video logs of his day for Liam, which Liam eventually caught on to and created some in return.

They posted them on YouTube, and eventually, the views came pouring in.

So once Liam returned and they moved out of the brick-wall dorms of their University and to their first apartment, they decided to record the process of it all.

Five years and millions of subscribers later, the whole vlogging thing became second nature, picking up a camera in the morning and starting with a quick ‘Good morning guys!’ And taking their viewers on adventures of their day, showing just how normal a Gay relationship was to the world. It was something that was so ingrained in their days that it hardly took any time out of their schedules. With set limits on what they could disclose on camera and keep private, their relationship had grown even more stronger with support.

It’s when they’d attended a friend’s wedding when the comments on their vlogs began asking why they weren’t engaged yet. And Zayn, who had reluctantly hovered over the respond button one night while Liam was asleep on the sofa beside him, couldn’t even think of reasons why. Why they hadn’t just gotten married the day Liam got back from Spain. The day they moved into their first apartment in London. When they moved to Los Angeles just two years ago for better opportunities.

It’s the moment he decided that on their anniversary, he was going to finally propose.

“So I have a surprise,” Liam says as he presses a quick kiss to his lips.

Zayn quirks an eyebrow, grinning like an idiot. “I thought no presents this year.”

“Well, it’s kind of not a present I bought. Kind of. We have to get to the airport at about 1, though,” he responds, grinning down at Zayn.

“Liam-“ he starts, feeling his heart stop in his chest. He’d told Liam’s parents about his plans, and they’d been so supportive and excited. Karen just about cried when he was on the FaceTime call with them and went on about how much she loved Zayn as her own son and she was happy Liam had him in his life. He’d also told his own parents, and his own mum went on to cry about it as well, talking about how proud she was and excited. He didn’t think, however, they’d be here to witness it.

“Are they coming?” Zayn asks with a little bit of an incredulous laugh.

Liam nods with a grin. “Your parents and mine, actually. Thought we could have a big family day, show them around LA, then dinner at ours. Your mum mentioned something about wanting to cook with my mum for us.”

Zayn just shakes his head, laughing, and goes to kiss Liam soft and slow.  “I love you, have I ever told you?”

“What? You do? I had no idea,” Liam giggles and Zayn shoves at him, reaching over to the side table to grab his Vlogging camera. “I love you too, by the way.” Liam says as Zayn turns the camera on them both with the preview screen turned so they can see themselves, and presses record.

“Good morning guys. There’s lot’s going on today,” Zayn says, and Liam kisses his cheek. “What day is it today, Li?”

“Tuesday.” Liam says with a grin, making Zayn roll his eyes. “Oh, and our anniversary.”

“Yeah, our anniversary. Anyway, we’ve got lots planned so you’ll be seeing some of the fun and some familiar faces.”

Zayn turns to look at Liam, who’s looking back at him all fondly, and kisses him quickly before pushing the button to stop recording. He lets the camera fall on the bed beside him before he moves his body over Liam’s. “We’ve got a couple hours to kill,” he hums, nose brushing against Liam’s.

“This calls for a celebration” Liam grins, hands tangling in Zayn’s hair as he pulls him closer.

~*~

They end up leaving a bit late from their house for the airport, and Liam swears its Zayn’s fault, but Zayn knows it’s Liam who decided to hop in the shower with him (an idea that’s proven very time consuming rather than preserving). Their parents had been waiting outside the arrival gate by the time they’d gotten there, knowing looks on their faces when the pair blamed traffic for the tardiness with red cheeks.

They’d opted for a quick trip to Hollywood, which wasn’t too far from their home. They watched as their mothers got excited over the stars of their favorite celebrities, and the handprints of Marilyn Monroe at the Chinese Theater. Their dad’s followed their mothers around taking photos, and Zayn and Liam stood together nearly the entire time, fond of their family and recording every moment for their compilation of the day.

The sun was low when they arrived back at their home, their mothers quick to get to work on dinner.

“You know what we should play?” Geoff asked, nudging Liam. “Pictionary. Just like we used to all the time when you were younger.”

“Zayn loved Pictionary,” Yaser says. “Mostly because this kid loved to draw on any surface.”

They laugh, and Liam wraps an arm around Zayn. “It’s settled then. We’re playing Pictionary after dinner.”

Their dinner is lovely, a mix of Tricia and Karen’s cooking into one Chicken Curry dish that warmed Zayn’s soul. He was nervous as dinner ended, however. It was close to the time he’d planned to propose, and the box was sitting heavy and prominent in his pocket. I could do it now, Zayn thought as Liam set up the game for Pictionary, bringing out their Idea Easel from their office. But he’d opted to wait. After we win the game, he thinks.

“So are we doing couple’s teams?” Tricia says, sitting beside Yaser with her head on his shoulder.

“I think so,” Geoff says pulling Karen towards him.

“Good, because I wasn’t about to give up my drawing champ,” Liam says with a wink toward Zayn.

“Alright then lets get the game started.”

It goes smoothly for the entire first half of the game. Karen guesses Geoff’s Golf Course. Tricia barely guesses Yaser’s Carrot Farm. Liam gets Zayn’s rock concert in nearly seconds. Zayn records every round, cheering when he and Liam get it right.

Now it’s back to their turn. Liam has the word in his hand, and he begins with “it’s a phrase.” And he begins to draw what looks like a circle with lines emitting from the ring, then points at it.

“A halo, a watch, a ring-“ Liam nods, cutting Zayn off and continuing to draw what looked like two stick figures, one kneeling down.

“A proposal?” Zayn guesses and Liam nods.

“The phrase, Zee,” he says and Zayn thinks for a minute, his heart catching in his throat as he thinks of the answer.

“Uh— will you marry me?”

And he’s dizzy. Liam’s in front of him, on one knee with a box open on his hands, a silver ring sitting in the box. “So will you?” Liam asks, a cheesy smile plastered on his face. Zayn looks around, and he sees both Karen and Tricia tearing up as Geoff records with Liam’s vlogging camera.

“Oh my god,” is all Zayn could say before he’s laughing, tears forming in his eyes.

Liam looks confused, and Zayn just holds a finger out at him and pulls his own box from his pocket. “You beat me to it,” he says, opening the box for him, and he watches Liam’s face go from shocked, to confused, and then he begins laughing. “You were going to propose?”

Zayn nods with a laugh. “After Pictionary.”

“Oh my god,” Liam says, and they’re both laughing. Karen’s wiping her tears when she says, “It’s been killing me knowing that you guys were doing this.” Tricia nodding with her.

“You knew?” They both ask simultaneously, and their parents all laugh.

“It was such a cute plan, of course we knew. And we couldn’t spoil it so-“

“So you let Liam propose first? Why didn’t you guys help me!” Zayn says with a laugh to his parents.

Once the laughter dies, Liam, who’s still kneeling before him, turns to Zayn again. “So, what do you say?”

“I’ll Marry you.” Zayn says with a grin. “But only if you marry me.”

“Of course I’ll marry you,” Liam says before his lips crash against Zayn’s.

They kiss for a quick moment until they hear the grunt of one of their fathers, and separate to exchange rings.

“I can’t believe this,” Zayn says with a laugh. “Who plans to propose on the same day? No wonder you didn’t want me to get a gift.”

“Soulmates. And you still did anyway,” Liam grins, pecking a kiss one more time to Zayn’s lips. “This is gonna be a fun day to edit,” he says after, and Zayn just laughs, thinking about the shots he’d had of him planning the proposal that he’d recorded when he was on his own that he wanted to add in to the final cut.

“God, I love you, Liam,” He says, shaking his head unable to believe that his life ended up this perfect.

“Listen, mate,  you need to talk to him,” Louis sighs, laying back on the grass and closing his eyes. “Who knows, he might be the one you were looking for.”

“Right. And we’re just going to assume he’s into dudes and I’ll hit on him and creep him out,” Zayn deadpans, and throws a handful of grass on Louis. “He’s nice to look at, but a guy like that would definitely not be into me.”

“Who knows,” Louis says, ignoring the grass that is scattered across his stomach now. “He could be. His roommate may be Harry and I know things. But you’re right, why waste your time. He’s definitely not into you.”

Zayn shoves him, and rolls his eyes. He knows Louis, and how he likes to get into Zayn’s head. Just then, the sound of a ball rolling slowly toward them catches his attention. Zayn stands, grabs the ball, and watches as Liam jogs over to them.

Liam’s got his hands up, waiting for Zayn to throw the ball, and he’s stuck in a damn trance again.

“Could I, erm, get the ball?” Liam says shyly, and Zayn feels himself nod as he tosses the ball at the boy. “Cheers, mate,” is what he says as he jogs back to his group to rejoin the game before Zayn can even respond.

“That was smooth,” Louis snorts.

“Shut up,” Zayn groans, and sits down again. “Get up we need to study.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying, but you’re a bit too thirsty to focus”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

~

It’s nearly two months later when Louis knocks on his bedroom door in their shared apartment. “I’ve got a date for you tonight,” Louis says once Zayn opens the door. “Since you refuse to go out ever. And you can’t say no. He’s gonna be here to pick you up at 5, so get ready.”

“What the hell, Louis.” Zayn looks at his watch. 4:30. He’s gonna kill Louis.

“Get ready, and don’t flake. You’re gonna love him,” Louis says as he walks down the hallway to his own room.

He hates that Louis has such a big influence on him, and part of him just wants to stay in bed and read a book. Instead, he dresses up for this stupid blind date.

When he walks out to their common room, Louis is sitting there with Harry snuggled into his side. “Well you clean up nicely,” Harry laughs and Zayn rolls his eyes.

“Thanks I guess. Is this okay or am I underdressed?” He asks, turning to Louis, who looks thoughtfully at Zayn from head to toe before turning to Harry. “What do you think Haz? Think he’ll be into my mate Zayn, here?”

Harry giggles, and nods. “If he wasn’t totally into Zayn before this, then he’s going to be very into him tonight. By the way, I hear your roommate won’t be home after the date.” Louis cackles at this and there’s a knock at the door.

Zayn’s a bit lost, honestly, but he goes to open the door and he feels his heart stop there and then.

“Ehm- hi,” Liam says, cheeks flushed red and his curls falling in front of his eyes. He pushes the hair away and smiles with these obscenely pink lips that make Zayn think about what it’s like to kiss him and—

“Hey, uh,” Zayn starts, and turns to look at Louis and Harry who are sitting on the sofa with two huge smiles. He’s going to kill Louis. Harry, he might spare, just because he doesn’t know him as well. But Louis? A dead man. “I’m Zayn,” is all he can say, still in an initial shock.

“I know, Harry and Louis have told me lots about you,” Liam says with a small laugh. “So, um, should we go?”

Zayn takes a moment to breathe before he musters up a smile and nods. “Yeah, lets go.”

He’s shy, from what Zayn can tell. Well, so is Zayn, but he’s been crushing after this kid since the first day he saw that head of curls sitting, snoring softly with his face buried in a book in the library, just in front of the section Zayn was actually hoping to reach for.

“So, what did Harry and Louis tell you about me?” Zayn asks, breaking the silence as they walk side by side toward Liam’s car, an older Nissan that was somehow just as charming as Liam himself.

“Well, they told me you’re a homebody, that you like to read and draw. You’re an English Lit major with a minor in Art History. You have tattoos and apparently you’re just my type.” Liam says, rubbing the nape of his neck as he opens the door for Zayn to climb in.

“And what is your type?” Zayn asks, once they’re both seated and Liam’s driving.

“Well, I’d say guys that look like you, but that might be too forward.”

Zayn laughs, feeling a flutter of butterflies in the pit of his stomach. “Well, luckily for you, guys that look like you are my type.”

Liam only smiles, keeping his eyes on the road until they reach the destination.

They end up at some hipster outdoor promenade. The path is lit by fairy lights strung across the way from each building, and there’s a jazz ensemble playing smooth music down the way. They stop at a coffee shop that has Zayn in awe.

The shop is dimly lit, a few lights hanging from the ceiling in the form of open books. There’s a few tables held up by stacks of books in the place, one of which has a typewriter sitting right on top.

“This is cool,” Zayn says, lining up to place an order.

“I thought you might like it. Louis told me you wanted to be an author, right?” Liam asks. Their shoulders brush as they move to sit at an empty table, and Zayn hates himself for the way he blushes at the simple touch.

“Yeah, actually,” he starts. “The plan is to become a professor. But I’m a huge fan of writing poems and stories. So I’d like to become an author one day.”

Liam nods, humming an approval. “Well, you’ll have to let me read your poems sometime.”

“Maybe,” Zayn laughs, thinking immediately about the one poem he’d written about a curly haired kid who played soccer and napped in libraries. He makes a mental note to stash that one away for good. “So Louis didn’t really tell me anything about you, really. Just that you’re Harry’s roommate.”

Liam nods with a smile. “Yep. Knew Harry since we were in diapers. He’s my best mate, that one. We’re only sophomores so we’re still in dorms but Harry was talking about living with Louis next year, so if he does I’ll be out of a roommate. But that’s alright.”

Zayn bites his tongue before he even thinks of offering himself as a roommate. That’s too forward, he thinks.

“And what about your major? I think Harry’s a bit of a better friend for briefing you on me,” Zayn laughs and Liam does as well.

“Well, I’m actually undecided. I started as English as well, but I’m shit at English I’ve come to learn. I’ve been taking loads of biology and medicine classes so I’m thinking I might go into Pre-Med, though.” Liam taps his chin pensively and a waitress comes around to take their orders, distracting them from the conversation.

They’re walking down the promenade after their coffee and he’s not really sure when it happened, but Zayn’s got his arm linked with Liam.

They spend the entire night laughing, talking about things like their favorite superheroes and comic book characters, Liam’s affinity with soccer and American football and how Zayn’s clueless with sports. They talk about their sexualities and when they came out, and about how they ended up at this school.

By the end of the walk, they’re back at Liam’s car, and Zayn’s standing with his back against the passenger door, Liam just in front of him. Zayn can feel his heart flutter when Liam asks if he could do something, and he feels dizzy when Liam kisses him.

It’s all a blur, but soon they’re back at Zayn’s apartment, and Liam insists walking him to his door.

“So, that wasn’t so bad,” Liam says with a smile, and all Zayn could do is stare at those damn lips.

Zayn eyes Liam’s lips as he bites at his own lips. “Did you, uh, want to come in for a minute. Like for water or something.”

Liam laughs, and cups Zayn’s cheek as he kisses him softly, and when they part, Liam puts his forehead against Zayn’s. “Mmm I think it’d be smarter for me to go home. Maybe next time.”

Zayn nods quietly before he pulls Liam back in for a deeper kiss, back against the front door. They stay there for a while, until Liam backs up. “Okay, I need to go,” Liam says with a laugh. “Next time.”

“When is next time gonna be?” Zayn asks with a flirty smile.

“Whenever you want. Text me.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Stop saying okay,” Liam laughs, pecking his lips and heading down the path to his car. “Have a good night, Zayn,” he says over his shoulder.

And Zayn watches him go.

The first date turns into the second, fifth, thirtieth, until Liam becomes a permanent fixture in his life.

Zayn’s got his first lecture of the semester next week, and he’s basically done with his lesson plan. So instead of taking the time to prepare for future lectures, he sits by the heater and breaks out his writing journal and a joint Louis had left for him last time he and Harry visited.

He’s scribbling away when he feels the sofa dip beside him, and a pair of lips on his neck.

“You’re awake,” Zayn says with a laugh.

“I missed you too much to stay asleep,” Liam says, still pressing kisses to Zayn’s neck, moving them to his cheek. “Plus, you’re smoking and I want in.”

“Okay Doctor Payne. Okay,” Zayn laughs, passing it to Liam, who takes a drag and puffs it in Zayn’s face.

Zayn rolls his eyes, but continues to write.

“What are you writing?” Liam asks, resting his head on Zayn’s shoulder.

“Oh, um, just a couple of poems,” Zayn says, writing a couple more lines before he shuts the journal.

“Can I read?” Liam asks.

“Um, yeah,” Zayn says, passing the journal to Liam.

Liam opens it up, eyeing the words on each page. “These are really good,” He says, as he flips through each page.

“You’re only saying that because you have to,” Zayn says as he takes a hit.

As Liam goes trough the poems, a page falls from the journal and Liam unfolds it to read it.

“Are you writing about Harry?” Liam laughs, reading the poem. “‘Curly hair, brown like chocolate?’”  

Zayn’s eyes widen. “Liam noooo,” he says reaching for the paper.

“‘Lips pink like bubblegum, nose like a gumdrop. Would you taste as sweet as you look?’ Oh my god Zayn this is cute,” Liam says with a laugh. “Is this about me? It’s dated before we started dating, though?”

Zayn gives up trying to retrieve the poem, and hides his face. “Yeah its about you, you donut. I had a huge crush on you since I first met you. So I wrote about it.”

Liam laughs and throws his arms around Zayn. “You had a crush on me? How embarrassing.”

“We’re literally married, you idiot,” Zayn says, still not showing his face.

“Well still, it’s kinda embarrassing. Do you have more?” Liam says between peppering kisses on Zayn’s cheek and shoulder.

“No,” Zayn says firmly, and then pauses, a mischievous grin on his face. “But you know what I do have? The video Harry sent me of you when you were drunk off your ass after our first date and you went on and on about how much you wish you hadn’t said no to me inviting you in. Quite the graphic details of what you would have done.”

“Oh my god, you have that? He said he deleted that,” Liam groans.

“Ohhh yeah I do. It’s cute how much you wanted me, babe. Going on and on about how I was your ‘dream boy with the long eyelashes and cute ass.’ Adorable as hell,” Zayn starts to lie back on the sofa, and pulls Liam so he’s laying on top of him.

“Well you are my dream boy. And you do have the cutest ass. So I guess that’s  not so bad,” Liam says, adjusting himself to lie over Zayn. “Can you believe we’ve been married for a whole year already?”

“I know, feels like ages since it all started. Six years fly by, don’t they?”

“That they do,” Liam hums. “I don’t think I could ever not be thankful for our friends setting us. up.”

Zayn hums in agreement. “As much as I hate Louis, you’re right.” He Liam gently and grins. “Alright, enough of the sap. This cute ass wants to taste you soon.”

“Taste me, hey? Like you don’t do that every night,” Liam says, waggling his eyebrows as Zayn.

“Shut up, it was a play on the poem,” Zayn says with a laugh.

“Sure,” Liam drags out.

“It was!”

“Uh-huh.”

“I hate you, Liam.”

It felt surreal at first, when Liam suggested they move in together. It had been just before Christmas in their rented out Cabin in some Californian mountain near a ski resort. It was just the two of them. No assistants or managers to bother them, no friends or family to bother them.

It was just Zayn and Liam in a massive cabin all on their own.

Zayn had been cooking some dinner, the tikka masala he knows Liam loves, perfect for this snowy weather, when he felt Liam’s arms wrap around his waist, warm kisses pressed to his neck.

“Hi, babe,” Zayn says as he continues stirring some ingredients together.

“Mmm, tikka masala?” Liam asks, hooking his chin over Zayn’s shoulder.

“Mhm. Had to make your favorite at least once while we’re here.” Zayn leans back against him a bit.

“Proper husband material, you are,” Liam says, and Zayn can’t help but grin.

“Oh shut up you idiot.”

Liam lets go of him, and leans back against the counter beside Zayn.

“I’m serious,” Liam says, that dopey, fond smile he gets when he’s talking about Zayn plastered on his face. “One day I’m gonna put a ring on that finger and make you my husband.”

“I am your husband, you donut.” Zayn shoves him lightly with a laugh.

“That you are.”

Liam falls silent, still looking at him with that dumb smile that has Zayn blushing. “What?” Zayn asks.

“Well, I was thinking we need to move.”

“What’s wrong with the LA place?” Zayn covers the pot he was stirring and stands in front of Liam, legs slotted between his.

“Nothing, it’s just I think we need to start our own place. Like from scratch. The LA place is wonderful, but I think it should be our getaway, kinda like the Miami place. But I’m thinking we need a more family-style home.” Liam pulls Zayn closer against himself, and Zayn wraps his arms loosely around Liam’s neck.

“Family-style, hm?” Zayn hums, rubbing his thumb against the nape of Liam’s neck. “Where would we move to?”

Liam pauses like he’s thinking long and hard. Zayn knows Liam already knows where he’d want to move to.

“Maybe upstate New York. Somewhere with good schools, but not too far from the city. Or even London, so we’re not too far from our families. The kids could see their grandparents and aunties often.”

“The kids, hm?” Zayn laughs, patting Liam’s cheek. “Well, let’s start looking, then. Later on I’ll give my realtor a text and ask her to give me some places she’d suggest and we go from there.”

Liam just grins.

And Zayn kisses him.

“Now let me finish dinner so we can eat.”

“Yes Chef.”

~*~

Now it’s about Mid-March and they’re officially moved in to their home.

Casa de Malik-Payne, if you will.

It’s a good ways outside of New York, classic estate-style homes. Theirs sits on a river, with a whopping 13 bedrooms and 8 baths. They fell in love with the space, the scenery and everything else about this place.

They picked out the studio, the art room, the game room, the office, library, and home theater and the rest of the rooms?

Well, those were left as guest bedrooms for now.

Although Zayn knows what their next step is, and he’s just as excited as he is terrified.

The mornings start slow. Its hard getting used to a place that’s brand new, but Zayn doesn’t mind it. Liam wakes him up when he gets up for his morning run. When he’s up for it, Zayn gets up with him just to show Liam that this smoker can outrun him. When they return, they shower and prepare their breakfast.

The other mornings, he kisses Liam lazily seeing him off on his run, and gets started on breakfast and begins on his own work.

Their days vary, depending on their schedules. Liam usually has meetings in the city, and Zayn does, too, occasionally. Other times, Zayn has his team come up and record from their studio.

And other times, both of them spend the entire day working on stuff together (like filling out adoption applications).

Once the evening rolls around, they wind down to watch some TV, cuddled together on their massive sofa until someone says with a laugh, “Was that your stomach?”

Dinner is a 2-man job. At least, they make it so. Liam will prepare the ingredients as Zayn combines them all. Liam sits on the counter talking about everything and nothing as Zayn stirs, fries, or simmers their meals.

And their nights are a ritual.

Zayn gets ready for bed, singing in the bathroom as he takes a shower. Despite denying it earlier, Liam joins him. Sometimes the showers are fun and quick, others they’re a bit more filthy than they are clean.

And bed-time is a whole different ritual. Zayn puts on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt, Liam sleeps in his boxers. Zayn reads as Liam watches Netflix. Once it’s time for bed, Zayn finds that he can’t sleep comfortably without Liam there, holding him tight.

And over time, he finds he can’t sleep comfortably unless Oliver is snuggled between them.

“Liam, I think he’s crying,” Zayn whispers one night, baby monitor in his hand. “I’m gonna go get him.”

Liam tighten’s his hold on Zayn. “Babe. He’s not even crying,” Liam mumbles with his voice heavy with sleep. “No noise coming from the monitor.”

Zayn huffs and sets the monitor down on the side table and tries to relax against Liam.

“Fine.”

Not even seconds later, he hears crying.

“I told you he was crying,” Zayn mumbles and shifts to get up.

“I’ll get him,” Liam sighs, and rolls out of bed. “But he’s only crying because he sensed you wanted him here.”

Zayn just rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face.

Liam leaves the room, and emerges several minutes later with a baby tucked in his arms.

“It was his nappy. But thought he’d rather sleep with his Baba and Daddy.”

Zayn moves a bit, making room on their massive bed for this tiny baby. Liam places him just beside Zayn and lies down so they’re making a barricade for their son.

“What’s the use for 13 rooms when we only use the one,” Liam whispers. Oliver babbles in response, and Zayn can’t help but laugh.

“We could have done four rooms, but you loved the yard, which we still have to do something about a fence. I don’t want him to start walking and one day he ends up at the river.”

“He can’t even crawl yet, Zee.”

“I know, but it’s a valid worry.”

“Give it like four months and I’ll get contractors to make us a nice fence.”

Zayn smiles. Oliver is already asleep, pacifier between his lips. And suddenly, its a lot easier to fall asleep for Zayn now that he’s got his two boys.

He spends the day writing little bits of a tune that he just can’t really get right, watching cartoons in Spanish, and fiddling on his phone.

Maybe he’s a bit bored and going out would’ve been more fun, but it’s just too hot and anyone who can go out and have fun in that humidity is probably a descendant of Hades or Poseidon. Maybe both honestly, since it was far too humid.

Zayn was proud to say he wasn’t a demi-god even though he had an inkling Liam might be.

Liam.

Zayn groaned and closed his eyes. He didn’t even want to go down that road right now.

It’s been a little confusing to say the least. One moment they’re talking about super hero’s, the next the tension is unbearable.

It’s driving him mad and he doesn’t know if Liam does it on purpose, the play fighting and teasing and innuendos. He probably knows he can rile Zayn up and has fun doing it.

Except Zayn’s not having fun.

It’s hard holding himself back from just kissing him and stripping him down and getting on his knees for him and-

There’s a knock on the door that jolts Zayn out of his fantasy (unfortunately, his brain is a few steps ahead of.... er... his unmentionables).

Zayn goes to open the door to find a very smiley Liam (speak of the Devil) holding a box of Twister Ice Lolies.

“It’s kinda hot and I ran into a british market and saw these,” Liam says with a grin, stepping inside of Zayn’s room before he can even say anything. “Thought you’d enjoy them.”

He laughs, and leans against the door for a second, watching as Liam makes himself at home in Zayn’s room. It’s endearing.

And this is torture.

He pads over to sit beside Liam, who’s already got his own popsicle open and he’s handing Zayn another one.

“My favorite ones actually,” Zayn says, taking his and opening it up.

It’s kind of melting already, most likely from the walk to the hotel, and runs on his hand a bit as he tries to lick off any dripping bits.

He catches Liam’s eyes meet his for a moment before Liam just laughs, and takes the popsicle into his mouth in an extremely obscene way, and Zayn tries to advert his eyes.

“So, you excited for the show tonight?” Liam asks.

“What?” Zayn asks, clearly distracted by the image of Liam and the way he just deep throated that popsicle.

“The show,” Liam reiterates. “Are you excited?”

Zayn nods. “Second nights are always the best nights.”

Liam hums and does the same damn thing with the popsicle, hollowing out his cheeks, closing his eyes, and fuck. Zayn can’t stop staring.

Liam notices apparently, because he asks, “What?”

“Nothing,” Zayn’s quick to answer and takes a small bite off of his own popsicle. “I wish I could say thank you to whoever invented these. They’re the best.”

“Right? Just a bit soft like ice cream, but like in popsicle form. Absolutely delicious,” Liam hums and there’s a bit of ice cream dribbling down his chin.

“Uhm, Li, got some on your chin,” Zayn points out. Liam goes to wipe his chin, but he misses it. “I’ve got it.”

Zayn leans toward Liam and swipes his thumb across Liam’s chin to clean off the rogue ice cream. He’s not sure what takes over him, though, because as he keeps his eyes locked with Liam’s, he sucks off the ice cream off his own thumb.

The room feels tense, and Zayn can feel his own heart beating hard in his chest, and he can see the way Liam stares at his lips.

“I- I, um,“ Liam starts, eyes still tuned on Zayn’s mouth.

And Zayn’s not sure who moves first, but next thing he knows, Liam’s lips are pressed against his in a soft, yet hungry kiss.

After a moment, Zayn presses his forehead against Liam’s and laughs softly.

“Sorry.”

Liam laughs. “I’m sorry.”

They stay like that for a moment before Liam pulls away from Zayn to take his phone out from his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“Tweeting.”

Zayn looks at Liam in confusion before his own phone buzzes with a notification.

@LiamPayne Tweeted: I just like to say a big thank you to the man/woman who made twister ice creams your a gangster from liam payne and zayn malik

Zayn looks up from his phone and grins. “Are you saying thank you because they’re good or because they’re the reason we just-“

“The second one, obviously.” It’s a lighthearted answer, but it makes Zayn’s stomach flip.

“Then let’s probably put these in the trash because I don’t know if I can last watching you eat more of that,” Zayn says while biting at his lip.

Liam just laughs, and makes sure to keep his eyes on Zayn when he takes the popsicle in his mouth that same obscene way one more time.

“Feel sick,” Liam mumbles, closing his eyes and trying to breathe deep for a bit.

Zayn hums, and gets up before returning minutes later with medicine and tea.

“We’re getting you to the doctor, but take some of this. You might feel a bit better,” he says, sitting at the edge of the sofa. “C’mon, sit up for me baby.”

Liam groans and slowly sits up, legs still stretched across the sofa. Zayn gives him the medicine first, and Liam takes it slowly before he’s handed the mug of tea.

After he’s drank all of the tea, Zayn takes the mug from him and places it on the coffee table.

“Wanna take a nap before we go? Maybe you’ll feel better.”

Liam slowly nods, but does not move.

“Do you wanna nap here or in bed?”

Liam shrugs.

“Alright, c’mon. You’re gonna be comfy.”

Zayn positions himself to pick Liam up, which to Liam’s surprise, he does with ease. Liam’s arms go around Zayn’s neck as his boyfriend carries him to bed bridal style.

“I should make you do this more often,” Liam jokes before he coughs into his own arm.

Zayn laughs and sets him down in bed before going to place a quick peck on his lips.

“I’m gonna get you sick,” Liam whines. “Don’t kiss me.”

“Oh shush, you know I don’t care,” Zayn laughs before climbing into bed with him. He moves close to Liam, and brings him into his arms for a cuddle. “Jus’ wanna make you feel better.”

Liam hums and cuddles into Zayn before he’s drifting off to sleep.

When he wakes up, he feels slightly better. His head is pounding, but it’s probably because of this cold. But he doesn’t really feel nauseous.

Zayn’s asleep, arms still around Liam.

It kind of made Liam warm inside, seeing him like this. He always got so concerned about Liam whenever something was wrong.

Neither of them got ill very often, but when one of them did, they would be in it together, even if the other wasn’t sick.

Zayn would always make sure Liam had good sick day foods to eat, calling his mum for new recipes nearly on the daily. He’d run a bath for Liam an sit behind him, massaging his back with warm, soapy water. He’d take naps with Liam and make sure they had enough movies to watch in bed.

Occasionally, Zayn knew how to take care of him in other ways, which actually more often than not made Liam feel loads better.

He felt loved.

Not that he didn’t when he wasn’t sick. Zayn was great at making him feel like the stars and moon shine just for him on any given day.

He just felt even more loved in another way. He’s been in relationships where when he’s sick, the other person stays away from him for their own sake.

Zayn doesn’t give a shit, and kisses Liam until his lips are raw, just for the hell of it, when he’s sick.

Zayn tends to every of his needs and pretty much babies him through the illness.

And Liam’s usually back up on his feet in just days.

Liam’s thoughts are disrupted as Zayn’s eyes flutter open slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in the same grumpy expression he has every morning.

Liam’s heart skips a beat.

Once Zayn focuses on Liam, he smiles. “How’re y’feeling?” He asks, his voice croaky from the sleep.

“M’okay,” Liam hums. “I feel a bit better, actually.”

Zayn smiles and presses a kiss to Liam’s forehead.

“Good. But you still look horrible,” he says with a laugh. Liam rolls his eyes, but can’t help the smile creeping on his face.

“I bought us a bath bomb the other day. Let’s take a bath?” Zayn suggests.

It doesn’t take Liam two seconds to start to shift off the bed, away from Zayn’s embrace, and shuffle towards their bathroom.

He looks back and sees Zayn smiling fondly, admiring Liam, before he gets up to follow him to the bath.

Liam pauses for a moment, feeling like he’s falling in love all over again with that look.

Because he does every time Zayn even looks at him.

And he’ll keep falling for Zayn more and more every single day of his life.

“Don’t just stand there, dummy. Let’s get you in the bath,” Zayn says with a laugh, patting his butt as he walks past him to run the water for the bath.

It’s Bucky’s birthday today and they’re throwing him a little celebration.

It was all Liam’s idea, the party thing. They’d gotten an email from their vet, reminding them that Bucky would be turning 2 years old the following Tuesday, and Liam immediately began to search up dog-friendly birthday cake recipes.

“We’re not throwing Bucky a party,” Zayn had argued. “He’s not even gonna know what’s going on, and Bucky doesn’t even like cake.”

“But Loki and Watson do. No one has to come, it’s just gonna be us and our boys celebrating their brother’s birthday. Plus, it’s cute. And we’d be horrible dog dads if we didn’t do it.”

While Zayn still felt like it was too much, Liam pouted, showing him puppy party ideas on Pintrest until Zayn gave in (mostly to the pout, damn Liam and his puppy pout that should not work for a grown-ass man).

They began planning it all, and by Tuesday morning, Zayn was up baking “Pup-cakes” for their dogs while Liam was decorating their kitchen with paw-print covered balloons and other dog-themed decorations while wearing his own party hat.

After wrangling the dogs, each sitting adorably with their party hats by the counter, Zayn can’t help but laugh. It’s all too much.

The whole concept of a doggy birthday party, and watching Liam get excited for it all. The way he planned it like it was a child’s birthday made Zayn’s heart melt just a bit.

He could tell ultimately that’s what Liam wanted. A baby of their own.

A child that calls them Daddy and Baba. A child that Liam can obsess over the minor details of a birthday party for. A child that looks up to them and loves them unconditionally. A child that brings their family together.

Zayn bites his lip as he pulls out his phone to record and snap photos. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liam says as he lights a candle on Bucky’s cupcake, and brings it to him.

They sing happy birthday, and Liam blows out the candle. Zayn goes to place cupcakes in front of the other two pups before the give the command that they may eat.

“You’re such a great dad,” Zayn says when Liam steps to his side. “To the pups, of course.”

Liam smiles, wrapping his arms around Zayn’s waist. “Couldn’t do it without you, we’re both their dads.”

“Ohhh alright,” Zayn laughs. “Next time Bucky takes a shit, I’m gonna remind you of that when you tell me ‘that’s your dog.’”

Liam rolls his eyes and laughs. “Whatever.”

It’s silent for a moment when Liam speaks up again. “I want one.”

“One what?” Zayn asks. “A dog? We’ve got three.”

“No, you idiot,” Liam laughs. “I want a baby.”

Zayn swallows hard, and moves to wrap his arms right around Liam.

“You’d make such a wonderful father, Li,” he says into Liam’s hair. “Like, amazing. Our little baby would be so lucky.”

Liam laughs and shakes his head. “They’d be lucky to have you as a dad, honestly.”

Zayn rolls his eyes with a smile. “Well, you say the word and we’ll look into agencies. If my baby wants a baby, then we’re gonna get him one.”

Liam sighs and squeezes Zayn back. “One day. Maybe after we get married. For now, though, the three fur babies are enough.”

“And don’t forget Arnie and Charmander,” Zayn adds.

“If you leave them out of their cage again, I’m gonna make sure I forget them,” Liam teases.

The pair bicker as they watch their dogs finish the cupcakes, and search around the house for more food.

Liam glances over at Zayn, who’s sitting cross legged on their bed, watching the messages roll in with a small smile on his face.

“I guess we’ve got company tomorrow,” Liam says as he shifts closer to Zayn, lying on his side, propping himself up with an elbow.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous?” Zayn asks, looking down at Liam.

“Nah,” he starts, pressing a kiss to Zayn’s arm. “You haven’t seen them all in person in nearly three years. It’s okay to be nervous. But trust me, they’re all excited to see you.”

Zayn sighs, and lies down with his body half on Liam’s. “It’s not that. I guess I’m nervous to tell them about us.”

It’s quiet for a moment, but Liam goes to wrap his arms around Zayn tightly.

“I think they’ve always figured something was up. I mean, how many times did someone catch us hooking up on tour? Or even call out how we acted on stage or in interviews. I think we’ve been a bit obvious,” Liam laughs softly. “But, it’s gonna be alright, babe.”

Zayn nods with a small laugh and presses a quick kiss to Liam’s lips. “We always were a bit obvious, weren’t we? Even before it got serious.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve kind of loved you since I was eighteen, Malik. It’s hard to not be obvious.”

“You’re a donut for using those lyrics,” Zayn laughs before rolling off of Liam and getting up out of bed.

“Babe,” Liam whines and moves to pull him back to bed. “Can’t help it. You make me cheesy.”

Zayn laughs, and let’s himself fall back into bed with Liam. “Don’t blame your cheesiness on me.”

“But you love it.”

“Well I love you, so.”

“Now who’s the cheesy one.”

“Goodnight, Liam.”

“I love you, too.”

~*~

The next afternoon, the lads show up.

Zayn fidgets his phone in his hands nervously, but can’t help his grin as Harry goes to pull him in for a hug. “You’re early,” Harry laughs. “S’good to see you, Zayn.”

Zayn laughs and hugs Harry back tightly. “Good seein’ you, too, Mr. Gucci.”

Harry bats him away bashfully and Niall nearly shoved him aside, pulling Zayn into a full body embrace. “Zayno, missed you loads, man. It’s been too long hasn’t it?”

Zayn hums in agreement and returns the hug. “Missed you too Nialler.”

Niall moves on to say hi to Liam, and Zayn looks up to see Louis, standing there with a small smile. “You’re an idiot,” Zayn says, a grin on his face.

“Oi, don’t push me, asshole,” Louis says back, moving forward to pull Zayn into a hug. “Missed ya, man. Need me partner in crime back.”

“Didn’t go anywhere, mate. I’ve been here.”

“Here as in here living with Liam?”

It’s loud enough, that the other lads turn to look, Liam included, who looks a little red.

“Um-“ Zayn starts, his mouth hangs open a little and all he can do is shrug.

“I mean it’s not a bad thing, but you idiots can’t be secretive about squat,” Louis snorts and moves toward Liam. “How long then?”

“We’ve been together together for a little over two years, I think,” Liam says with a small laugh.

Zayn can tell he’s nervous about the revelation.

Hell, Zayn’s nervous about it, too.

“Two whole years you’ve kept it under wraps?” Harry marvels. “Props. But you should have told us.”

“Well we were planning on it but the whole disagreements between Zayn and Louis happened and we didn’t know if it was the right time and-“

“So when’s the wedding?” Niall asks.

Liam nearly chokes on air. They’d discussed it, but they agreed it wasn’t the right time to do that now, this early into their solo careers. But sometimes, Liam would find himself thinking what sounded better, Liam Malik or Zayn Payne. Maybe hyphenated?

“No wedding,” Liam laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re not engaged.”

“Alright, enough questioning. Let’s get to it. Game room?” Harry says like a savior breaking the tension.

Everyone files down hallway to the game room, where a large TV with some football game was playing and Liam began handing out beers from the fridge.

The evening was filled with FIFA matches and all around catching each other up on their lives. Harry was going on tour, as was Niall. Both planned to sing some One Direction songs. Liam and Zayn has just filmed in Miami, separately of course. And Louis was working hard at his album.

Overall, everyone was happy.

It was later that night when Liam rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans and motioned for Louis to walk with him.

“So you and Zayn,” Louis says once they’re out in Liam’s yard. “That one was kinda obvious.”

“Obvious? How so?” Liam asks, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Well for one, who goes to Miami at the same time and stays on the beach at the same time?”

“Miami’s a big place,” Liam says quickly. “And he has a house out there. I was at a hotel.”

Louis just raises his eyebrow at him.

“Other than Miami then?”

Louis laughs. “Look, mate, it doesn’t matter how obvious you two are. We’ve all known you’ve been over the moon for each other since you met. You always looked at Zayn like the sun shined out of his ass. You were the one that was torn when he was engaged. And he was pretty upset about you even considering proposing to Sophia, if I recall correctly. Took you two long enough to get your shit together though.”

They stop by some lounge chairs Liam has by his pool, and Liam sits. Louis does too.

“Well, that’s kind of why I wanted to talk to you. The engagement part,” Liam says, biting his lip.

Louis stares at him, eyes wide with a grin creeping across his face. “Are you gonna-?”

Liam nods, and pulls out a small black box, opening it for Louis. Inside is a beautiful onyx band engraved with their initials on the inner part of the band.

“Liam, I love you, mate, but I’m gonna have to say no,” Louis laughs and takes the box to take a closer look. Liam rolls his eyes and swats at his leg. “When are you gonna do it?”

“That’s the thing. Two years is coming up. But when I brought it up the other night, like the possibility of getting engaged, he kind of shut it down. Talked all about waiting until our solo careers were well off.”

Liam bit his lip nervously, taking the box back from Louis and shoving it in his pocket.

“Did he say he didn’t wanna get married?” Louis asks.

“No. He just said we should wait to get married.”

“But you both plan on getting married?”

Liam nods.

“Then just do it. An engagement doesn’t mean a weddings gonna happen soon. Jus’ means there’s plans to get married. I’ve known some folks engaged longer than they were dating. S’just how it is.”

Louis smiles and pats Liam’s shoulder.

“And who knows, maybe he wants to get married sooner, he just thinks you’re not on the same page as him.”

Liam nods again to Louis’ words. “How’d you get so wise about this, mate?”

Louis laughs and looks up at the sky. “Me mum told me the same thing when I was planning on proposing to Harry.”

Liam smiles at him a bit solemnly and looks up at the stars with Louis for a moment, before even considering going back inside.

~*~

Inside, Harry and Niall are questioning Zayn about it all.

“Only two years?” Harry asks, head resting in his hands like a curious five-year-old.

Zayn nods with a smile. “I know. We’re a couple of idiots that couldn’t get our shit together. But we got it now.”

“How’d it happen?” Niall hums before taking a swig from his beer.

“Me and Liam? Well, he was in LA right before my album was gonna launch. Maybe a week before. I was kinda nervous, but he hit me up and asked if I wanted to chill while he was in town. I invited him over because I was about to go out on a press tour. We got to talking, and after a few drinks, Liam told me that he still had feelings for me after all those years. And I mean, who was I kidding? No engagement or whatever could make me stop thinking about Liam. Not back when we were in the band, not now. I fell in love with him when we had our first kiss when we were eighteen. And I kept loving him through every drunken hookup we had over the years, even though I thought he loved someone else.

“So when he told me everything, it kind of all just happened. Everything fell into place. I told him how I felt and we both laughed about what idiots we were, wasting time. He asked me out on a proper date, and since then it’s been history.”

Harry’s eyes nearly twinkle listening to the story, and Zayn swears Niall wipes a tear. He looks away because he knows he could probably cry from how happy he felt. Not just in the moment, but with life in general.

“And you guys aren’t even planning on getting married?” Harry questions.

Zayn’s heart falters. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’d marry Liam tonight in a drive through chapel if that meant they’d be together.

It’s just that he doesn’t know if Liam’s ready.

“I think we’re planning on getting married once this fame stuff dies down a bit. So more than a couple of years. But- but that’s okay.” Zayn tries to force a smile, but Niall sees right through him.

“Don’t bullshit us, Malik. No one else is here. We can see your idiot out by the pool from here. Don’t be afraid to speak your mind,” he says, pointing out the window.

Zayn bites his lip. “Well, I guess... like, all I can think about sometimes is Liam and I getting married. Like what would the wedding be like? Would he take my name or would I take his? What would married life be like? Would we have kids? And when I think about all of those questions, I can give you an answer, because it’s all I think about when I see Liam in a suit or holding a child or-“ he laughs, feeling a few tears welling up in his eyes. “I love him, and I want to get married. But if we get married, everyone’s gonna know. And if everyone knows, that could put a halt to our careers. Especially his if you all decide to do the One Direction thing again.”

Harry moves to sit by Zayn, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Zayn, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but stop being an idiot. You two getting married isn’t gonna affect your careers. You know how many openly bi and gay singers there are out there? Tons. Sure they lost some following but they gained more from it, too. If you love him, marry him. Don’t let the fear of what others think stop you, Zee. I know you, and you don’t give a shit about what people think of you. Don’t give a shit about what people think about your relationship.”

Zayn nods, a small smile on his face as a tear streaks down his cheek.

Niall grabs a napkin for him. “They’re coming back, mate.”

“Thanks,” Zayn says with a smile and wipes at his eyes. “I’m gonna talk to him later.”

Harry and Niall nod with smiles as the back door opens.

“Welcome back,” Niall says to the pair. “Had a nice private chat, you dicks? Thought this was a five person affair.”

Louis laughs. “Oi, Liam was just telling me how he hates you all and I’m his best friend. Didn’t wanna say that to your faces but it has to be said. Sorry for exposing your secrets, Liam.”

Liam rolls his eyes, before they catch Zayn’s eyes.

Zayn smiles at him softly, and Liam crosses the room, leaning over to kiss him gently before sitting on Zayn’s lap.

“So I propose we do a drinking game. To our movie,” Liam suggests.

Niall cackles. “We drink every time we do something cringeworthy?”

“Every time someone does something a little gay?” Harry suggests.

“With Liam calling Zayn a sexy secretary, we’re gonna get hammered,” Niall hums.

“I think we should do a mix of both,” Zayn says.

They all nod in agreement, before shot glasses are being distributed and Louis cracks open a bottle of tequila.

The nights just getting started, but all Zayn could think about was getting Liam alone later.

And Liam only wanted to plop down on one knee right here and right now.

They end up at an outdoor shopping mall about an hour out east from Zayn’s Bel Air home. It’s got a nice vintage feel to it with Bublé playing over the speakers hidden in bushes.

“How’d you know about this place?” Zayn asks, adjusting his hood an Sunnies on his face before leaning against Liam.

“We stopped near here once on the way to Vegas. You can see the Outdoor World sign just off the highway and so we had to go. It’s a nice little mall. Where to first, then?” Liam reaches to intertwine their fingers, and Zayn’s heart nearly skips a beat.

It’s not like no one knew who they were here. It’s still California, and they were massively successful here. Enough to fill the Rose Bowl for four nights. Someone had to know who they were.

Zayn pushes aside the anxiety creeping up on him, and hummed. “Express sounds cool, let’s go there.”

Liam drags him across the empty street to the store, and once they’re inside, Zayn notices there’s no one other than a cashier who’s far more interested in his phone, and maybe one other shopper.

“So what are we looking for?” Liam asks, guiding them to a rack of T-Shirts.

“How about we do a whole ensamble for each other,” Zayn suggests, reaching out to look through a rack. “Maybe a couple of them.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Liam laughs and sets off to find his selections.

Zayn spends his time searching and ends up with about four different outfits (and he’s kinda proud he knows Liam’s size in everything) while Liam ends up with three.

They head to the dressing rooms deciding to go one at a time, and begin trying out the first options.

Zayn tries on some dark wash fitted jeans and a red button down shirt, paired with a black cardigan. It’s simple but he remembers hearing Liam mention he likes the color red on him, so it’s no surprise.

“Ready?” Zayn says through the dressing room walls.

“Yeah, c’mon out.”

He steps out, with his arms out, and does a little spin for Liam.

“Hm, looks good,” Liam says, hand rubbing his chin as he eyes Zayn’s body. He steps closer to Zayn, moving a hand to graze his hip. “Looks really good, actually. Red’s your color.”

Zayn laughs and steps backwards into the dressing room, and Liam crowds him inside, shutting the door behind him.

Liam’s crowding him against the dressing room wall, nearly pinning him to it.

“Li,” Zayn whines, bringing his voice to a whisper. He can’t help but eye Liam’s lips, which look red from Liam biting at them. “We’re in public,” Zayn hisses when Liam’s hands move down to cup Zayn’s tiny butt.

“Makes it even more fun,” Liam says before bringing him into a steamy kiss. Liam moves his hands from Zayn’s ass to his thighs, hoisting him up so he can sit back on the little bench in the dressing room with Zayn on his lap.

Zayn whines softly as he straddles Liam on the bench, parting from the kiss and pushes his forehead against Liam’s. “We can’t do this here. Someone’s gonna catch us and it’s illegal and- and-“

His whispers trail off as Liam’s hands move to unbutton the jeans Zayn had tried on, then push them down just a bit before pulling his cock out.

Liam strokes him gently, a smirk on his lips as he watches Zayn’s reaction.

“Liam,” Zayn hisses.

“Well if you keep talking of course we’re gonna get caught. Take the jeans off. Don’t wanna get em all messy before we buy them.”

Zayn gets up obediently and kicks off the jeans. As he does that, Liam slides his own pants down to his knees,  and strokes himself as he waits.

Just by the look on his face, he knew what Liam wanted, so he pulled his wallet from his own jeans and brought the condom and packet of lube he’d been saving for when Liam was feeling adventurous.

Zayn returned to Liam’s lap, biting his lip as he began to grind his prick slowly against Liam’s as he presses the packets into Liam’s hand.

“Fuck,” Liam whispers, and begins to unwrap the condom, and slicks himself up. He takes two lubed-up fingers and makes sure Zayn’s nice and ready for him before he’s taking Zayn by his hips.

Zayn balances himself with a hand against the mirror that’s behind Liam, and steadies his cock with the other hand as he lowers himself onto it.

It takes a lot, but Zayn bites his lip to keep himself from making any noise.

He bottoms out, and buried his face in Liam’s neck for a bit as he gets used to the full feeling. Liam tilts his chin, capturing Zayn in a quick kiss before adjusting his own self on the bench, and gripping Zayn’s hips tight.

Zayn begins to lift himself slowly, before moving back down. His pace quickens, and he holds himself steady again on the mirror.

It takes not even long before Zayn’s Head is thrown back, biting his lip so hard it’s nearly white, and precome leaking on both of them as he bounces on Liam’s prick.

He feels Liam kiss his neck, before Zayn let’s out a soft whine. His body is nearly shaking as he reaches closer to his climax.

“Li,” zayn whines in a whisper before burying his face again in Liam’s neck, nearly biting his skin to keep from moaning too loudly.

“Come for me, babe,” Liam whispers in his ear, meeting Zayn’s slow pace by quickly thrusting his hips up into Zayn, before closing his eyes tight as he comes apart inside Zayn.

Zayn’s breath is hard and heavy as Liam pulls him into a kiss, stroking him quickly until Zayn comes apart between them.

They both look at each other, breathlessly, with lazy smiles.

“I can’t believe we did that,” Zayn says with a little laugh as he gets up off of Liam and slips his clothes back on.

“Looks like we’re buying all the clothes we chose. We’ll finish the fashion show at home,” Liam teases.

Zayn rolls his eyes with a laugh and gathers the clothes they’re going to buy.

“Clean yourself up. I’ll go check out,” he says as he turns to open the door.

“Wait.” Liam reaches out to grab Zayn’s hand.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Zayn grins, and rolls his eyes yet again, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend. “I love you, too, you exhibitionist freak.”