#zouam

Zayn hadn’t thought that it would be this hard. He’d known that maintaining a relationship while on tour would be difficult, but he hadn’t thought that he would be tempted to stray so often. It wasn’t like he’d slept with a different fan every night or anything, but if he’d wanted sex; he could count on being able to easily find an attractive girl. Now, that was forbidden. But it was worth it, he reminded himself, for Perrie. They’d only been dating for a short time, but she was honestly amazing and he knew that he was falling in love with her. But he had needs, and they hadn’t been fulfilled for a long time now.

Having Eleanor on tour with them for over a week made it even harder. Bloody Louis got to have it all, the touring, the band and the girlfriend. He got to do a show where thousands of girls were screaming for him and then go back to the hotel and spend the night with his girlfriend, lucky bastard. But the frustration was worth it, for Perrie.

Liam noticed Zayn’s mood and dropped by his hotel room one day to try and cheer him up. They mucked around and watched a movie, relaxing in one of their rare breaks on tour and Zayn suddenly realised, Liam would know exactly how he was feeling.

“Liam mate,” he said, “How have you coped for this long?”

Liam didn’t understand, “Coped with what?”

“Staying in a relationship while thousands of girls are chomping at the bit to have a go at you,” Zayn answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I love her,” Liam shrugged, “it’s worth it.”

“Yes!” Zayn shouted, “It’s worth it, but it’s so damn difficult.”

“What’s brought this on Zayn? Are you feeling differently about Perrie?”

“No, not at all,” Zayn answered honestly, “I really like her, Liam, and it’s awesome that we can be open about it now, but … I’m just, horny I guess.”

Both boys blushed slightly at this. Liam cleared his throat, “Skype.”

“What?”

“Skype is a wonderful thing Zayn. And it’s just after dinnertime back home, I’m sure now would be a perfect time to give Perrie a call and ah … catch up.”

“Liam Payne, are you suggesting that I have Skype sex?”

“Yes,” Liam blushed furiously and quickly got off the couch. “I’ll lock the door on my way out.”

Their Skype session did nothing to relieve Zayn’s frustration, in fact, it only increased. It had been a tantalising preview of what he and Perrie could have done if they were on the same continent, but given both of their hectic schedules, such calls would be few and far between. But at least Eleanor had left, so Zayn didn’t have to deal with Louis and her constantly rubbing their relationship in his face. Or, more accurately, holding hands in front of him, but Zayn was very frustrated and had difficulty appreciating the difference.

What he really couldn’t understand was how both Liam and Louis dealt with it so easily. He’d never once heard them complain about how challenging it was to not cheat on their girlfriends. Zayn didn’t want to be that guy, but he honestly thought that he might snap soon. Liam had been dealing with this forever and Louis had always maintained his cheery, upbeat personality. Zayn didn’t expect that Liam would ever openly talk about how much he missed Danielle physically, but Louis had no boundaries and would most definitely have told the boys if he was feeling anywhere near as horny as Zayn was currently. Maybe he was secretly with Harry, Zayn thought, which would explain why he never complained about missing sex. But the second he thought that, Zayn dismissed it, he’d know if two of his band mates were having a fling, wouldn’t he?

Liam’s advice to Skype turned out to be counter-productive, but Zayn thought that Louis must have some secret to dealing with the long absences from his girlfriend, that boy was nothing if not inventive. So the next time they had a free afternoon, Zayn made his way to Louis’s hotel room, hoping for a suggestion on something he could do to relieve his frustration and handle the constant temptations.

“It’s open!” Louis called when Zayn knocked. He opened the door to find the living room area dark, which wasn’t too unusual; Louis often napped during the day. He made his way to the bedroom door, thinking that Louis was probably just watching a movie or something. What he did not expect to see was Louis lying seductively on the bed, naked except from whipped cream covering his nipples and nether regions.

“Holy shit!” Zayn yelled, throwing his hands over his eyes.

“Zayn?!? What the fuck are you doing here?” Louis yelled back, trying unsuccessfully to cover himself.

With his hands still blinding him, Zayn muttered, “I just came to ask your advice about … but I didn’t want to see … what the hell were you doing?”

Zayn had still not moved and Louis was not in the mood to explain himself, “Just get out!”

Needing no further encouragement, Zayn spun around, blindly opened the bedroom door and ran from the room – straight into Liam.

The two boys collided, Zayn falling on top of Liam. A bag fell out of Liam’s hands, its contents scattering across the floor. Liam peered at Zayn, his expression confused, whispering, “What are you doing here?”

Zayn, still in shock from seeing Louis in that position, took no notice of Liam’s question, rambling, “I did not need to see that, why was he even, why are you-”

Zayn’s voice cut off suddenly as he noticed the items which had fallen from Liam’s bag.

“Zayn I told you to leave! Why the hell am I still hearing your – oh,” Louis, now clad in one of the hotel’s dressing gowns, entered the room to find Zayn still lying on top of Liam, the lube and body chocolate that Liam had brought on full display. He burst out laughing, shaking his head and addressing Liam, “well, you always said it would be a matter of time before someone caught us.”

Zayn pushed himself off Liam, his eyes darting between the other two boys, “What the hell is going on here?”

Liam blushed and looked away pointedly, but Louis only broke out into a wider grin, “What does it look like?”

“Like something that I couldn’t believe.”

“Well, if you don’t want to believe it, just forget you saw anything and don’t come back for about an hour, maybe two to be safe,” Louis said cheerily as he began leading Zayn towards the door.

“What … I don’t … are you two fucking?” Zayn asked, staring at the two of them.

Liam groaned and rolled over, as though trying to escape the room through the floor, but Louis chuckled once again, “No, well, maybe once or twice, but we’re just … helping each other out.”

Louis opened the door for Zayn, but Zayn slammed it closed, “I think you need to explain yourselves.”

“You can’t tell anyone, Zayn,” Liam implored, difficult to understand as he was speaking directly into the carpet.

“I wouldn’t even know how to begin telling someone about this Liam.”

For once, Louis was silent, as he too didn’t have any idea how to explain what was going on between him and Liam. Thankfully, Liam got up from the floor and settled himself at the table, motioning for Louis and Zayn to do the same.

“Okay, so obviously we didn’t want anyone else to find out, but Louis and I have been … fooling around I guess you could call it.”

Zayn was stunned. Was Liam really telling him this? Liam Payne who was head over heels in love with Danielle Peazer, was, in his own words, ‘fooling around’ with Louis Tomlinson, who was himself in a relationship.  This couldn’t be real.

“I don’t understand.”

“Well it started off as a mutual wank session when the rest of you were out picking up,” Louis began to explain.

“Louis! I don’t think he needs details!”

Ignoring Liam’s protests, Louis continued, “and we decided that we really liked it so it happened a few more times and then we started experimenting a bit further. Do you understand what I mean by experimenting?”

Zayn glared at him for his condescending tone, “I think I can work that out.” He looked back at Liam, still utterly confused, “but what about Danielle and Eleanor?”

“Oh, it’s just while we’re on tour,” Louis replied brightly, “I’m sure you understand how hard it is to be away from them. And how hard you get being away from them.”

Zayn and Liam both groaned at his terrible pun, but nonetheless, Zayn completely understood the feeling.

“Liam, I thought you said that Skype was the answer to my problem.”

Liam was suddenly very interested in the seat of the chair he was sitting on, mumbling, “yeah … well, this is just a little bit more … fulfilling.”

“What problem, Zayn?” Louis asked.

Zayn chuckled, “well, a very similar one actually. I asked Liam a couple of weeks ago how he dealt with being away from Danielle so often and uh … all the temptations. He suggested I Skype with Perrie, but it sort of only made it worse.”

“Being able to see and not touch?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe we could help you out,” Louis winked.

Both Zayn and Liam looked at him shocked.

“But I don’t want to cheat on her, that’s the whole point!”

“It’s not cheating! Just friends helping each other out,” Louis replied, “a bit more satisfying than wanking, she doesn’t need to know.”

“But, you’re having sex with each other!”

“No! That’s not what this is!” Liam said.

“That’s only happened a couple of times …”

“Louis.” Liam warned.

“If we’re telling him, we may as well tell him everything, Liam,” Louis was noticeably more serious, “we have had sex, a few times, but we still love our girlfriends, and this is better than sleeping with some random fan.”

“So what you’re basically telling me is that it’s inevitable that I will cheat on Perrie, that our relationship is doomed?”

Liam reached out and patted his arm, “mate, that’s not it at all. I know you; you would never do anything to hurt her. And you know us; we would never hurt Danielle or Eleanor. So we’ve found our own way of dealing with our hormones without damaging our relationships.”

“Okay, I can maybe understand wanking, but sex?”

Liam looked down again, “I’m not proud of that. We said when we started this that we wouldn’t ever do that, but we got carried away one day…”

“Liam couldn’t resist my ass after we went surfing in Australia.”

Liam blushed furiously, swatting Louis’s upper arm, but he didn’t deny anything.

Louis got up from the table, gathering Liam’s supplies from the floor, “Zayn, if you want to join us, you’re more than welcome. If you don’t though, could you leave us to it?”

Zayn glanced at Liam as Louis returned to the bedroom, discarding his robe and giving them a glimpse of his naked back as he did so. Liam shrugged, “If you want to try it, see if it relieves your frustration, as Lou said, you’re more than welcome.”

“I don’t know about it, isn’t it weird?”

Liam stood up, “not really, no, we’re just two friends helping each other out. Come in if you want Zayn.”

Zayn stared off blankly as Liam disappeared into the bedroom. He had to admit, the idea was … intriguing. Maybe contact with something other than his hand would help alleviate the tension. Louis’s unmistakable laugh broke through his thoughts and Zayn’s curiosity got the better of him. He cautiously opened the bedroom door and slipped into the room. Liam, now shirtless, was grinding his hips into Louis. Their lips were locked, moving against one another in what Zayn recognised as a desperate passion. This should be wrong, revolting, seeing two of his male best friends making out, one of them naked and clearly excited. But parts of Zayn’s body were telling him that maybe he would enjoy this too.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” Louis asked, Liam was now kissing down his jaw.

“Um … yeah? Is that alright?”

Louis laughed, Zayn wasn’t sure if it was at him or Liam’s ministrations on his neck, “yeah, never had an audience before.”

“You’re strange,” Liam mumbled as his tongue swiped across a mark he had made on Louis’s collarbone, “Zayn, pass us the cream?”

Zayn did as asked before retreating into a corner of the room, hoping that the shadows would hide his blush.

The other two took no notice of him, Louis ripping off Liam’s pants while the younger boy prepared the cream and body chocolate. Once he was also naked, Liam pushed Louis onto his back and proceeded to cover him in the foods. He licked, sucked and nibbled his way down Louis’s chest, making the Doncaster lad giggle. When he reached Louis’s cock, he covered it in whipped cream before licking the up the underside and swallowing it in one fluid motion.

Louis let out a low moan as Liam’s mouth engulfed him. It was possibly the best blow job he’d ever received, as Liam’s throat constantly constricted around him as he tried to swallow the cream. Zayn was shocked at how good they looked in that position. Louis’s back was arched, his fists clenching the sheets and his face contorted in pleasure. Liam was apparently a natural at fellatio, given the ease with which he swallowed Louis’s cock and the cream, only a hint of it remaining on his lips. Zayn’s cock was now straining against his jeans, there was no doubt that he was enjoying the show.

“Do I taste good Liam?”

Liam hummed his agreement and Louis gasped at the sensation. Then his hands were tangled in Liam’s hair, pulling him off his cock and up to his lips. A small appreciative moan escaped Zayn’s lips which went thankfully unnoticed by the other two as Louis rolled over onto Liam. Louis broke their kiss and gazed down at Liam, his fingers trailing up and down his chest, “I wanna see how good it tastes.”

Louis gave the can of cream a generous shake, a mischievous grin crossing his face.

“Put the chocolate on first,” Zayn hadn’t meant to mutter the request, but Louis heard, his gaze immediately focusing on the boy in the shadows.

“Would you like to do the honours?” Louis asked, sporting the widest grin Zayn had ever seen.

Although a part of him was screaming that this was so so wrong, other parts of him were much more loudly moving him towards his two naked friends on the bed. He picked up the tub of body chocolate, but Louis tutted at him, “I think we should at least get you a bit naked.”

Before Zayn knew it, Louis was pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his chest. One of Liam’s hands reached tentatively to touch him. Zayn glanced into Liam’s eyes, darker than he had ever seen them, but still attached to the most careful and caring guy he knew. They were asking him permission as Liam’s hand trailed across his stomach. Zayn nodded and Liam’s hand slipped lower, brushing against his clothed dick.

“I’d say you’re enjoying this Zayn,” Louis chuckled.

Zayn glanced down at Louis, his cock still wet from Liam’s mouth, “not as much as you.”

Louis laughed once more, “I think you’ll do. So, chocolate first?”

Zayn dipped his hand into the chocolate, and then let it drizzle off his fingers onto Liam’s chest. When there was enough of a pool over his sternum, Zayn used his hand to spread it out, marvelling at how smooth and hard Liam’s chest felt.

“Now just a bit of cream,” he told Louis when he was satisfied with the coverage of chocolate.

Louis winked at him and proceeded to spray the cream across Liam’s chest, in the shape of a penis.

Shaking his head, Zayn asked, “is he always this immature?”

“Yep – ow!” Liam replied, having been given a decidedly sharp bite by Louis, who had begun to clear away the foods.

Zayn felt immensely awkward this close to him, but the thought of retreating back to his corner didn’t cross his mind. Liam’s index finger was still trailing up and down the outline of his dick, and Zayn’s entire body was tingling from that simple touch. He looked down at his own hand, still covered in chocolate. He raised it to his lips, wanting just a taste. Louis’s hand shot out, catching his wrist in a vice-like grip.

“Uh uh,” he admonished, his lips covered in chocolate and cream, “that stuff’s expensive. The only way you get to taste it is if you lick it off someone else.”

Louis raised his face from Liam’s torso, pulling Zayn’s hand towards him. His tongue darted out and wrapped around one of Zayn’s fingers, sucking it into his mouth. Louis’s eyes closed and he moaned as he cleaned the finger with his tongue, letting it slide out of his mouth with a pop.

“Fuck it,” Zayn breathed. Grasping the back of Louis’s head with his free hand, he pulled their faces together. Their lips mashed and Zayn instantly forced his tongue inside Louis’s mouth, seeking the taste of the chocolate. They kissed until they were gasping for air and below them Liam bit his own lip at the sight.

“It does taste good,” Zayn said as he regained his breath.

“Tastes better off Liam,” Louis grinned.

“Really?”

That was all the encouragement Liam needed to grab Louis and Zayn’s heads and pull them down to his chest. He was soon moaning as they attached themselves to his nipples, where Louis had ensured a good deal of the cream was concentrated. Louis quickly moved downwards, his lips dancing across Liam’s abs before reaching his cock and teasing the tip with his tongue. Zayn was content to stay where he was, thoroughly cleaning the chocolate and cream off Liam’s pecs. He was surprised that the chocolate did taste better when mixed with the cream and another taste that was unmistakably male and Liam. Plus, he didn’t want to distract Liam, whose hand had now made its way inside his underwear and was pulling on his cock in short, strong motions.

“Zayn, did you want me to – mmm that’s good Lou,” Liam began to say as Louis took him deeper in his mouth, “blow you?”

In answer, Zayn pushed his pants off and shuffled closer to Liam’s head. He ‘d wanted to keep eating the chocolate off Liam, but a few seconds inside his mouth made Zayn realise that there was no way he could concentrate on anything thing else. Liam was good, seeming to know exactly where Zayn wanted him at every moment. Embarrassingly quickly, Zayn felt the tension building low in his stomach, and he could have sworn that Louis was laughing at his groans. But it didn’t matter, because he was finally being fulfilled, his needs were finally being met and sated.

“Liam,” he warned, “I’m gonna-”

Zayn couldn’t finish his sentence as Liam plunged back down on his dick, his throat vibrating to accommodate Zayn’s length. Zayn shoot his load into the back of Liam’s mouth, his hands knotted in the younger boy’s hair. Liam, after swallowing every drop of cum, pulled away from Zayn’s crotch, smiling up at him. Zayn collapsed backwards, gasping.

“Wow, Zayn, you think you’d never gotten head before.” Louis laughed, slowly stroking Liam’s cock.

Suddenly annoyed at Louis’s constant joking, Zayn gained a fresh surge of energy. He pushed Louis away from Liam and took up the Doncaster joker’s previous position between his legs. His bravado disappeared as he looked down at his friend’s cock; what the hell was he supposed to do with it? Liam seemed to understand his hesitation, and nudged Zayn’s arm with his hand. Zayn glanced up and saw that Liam, who, would you believe it, was blushing, had his eyebrows raised rather pleadingly and was making a wanking motion with his hand. That wasn’t so scary, Zayn thought, giving him a hand job. He reached out and lightly curled his hand around Liam’s cock. It was still wet from Louis’s spit and felt surprisingly different from Zayn’s own, but what Liam had said earlier rang true. This wasn’t really that weird. Zayn gave a few experimental pumps before settling into a slow rhythm, giving an occasional harder stroke. It was what he enjoyed doing to himself, and he hoped it would translate well to another.

Meanwhile, Louis had returned his cock to Liam’s mouth and was now keening as he approached his orgasm. Zayn couldn’t resist teasing him for the sounds he was making, which earned him a very lacklustre attempt at a slap from Louis, who was also having difficulty concentrating while Liam blew him. Louis was soon crying out Liam’s name as ecstasy coursed through him. Zayn increased his speed and Liam, now entirely focused on his own pleasure began to pant. Louis’s hand surrounded Zayn’s and together they stroked Liam through his orgasm, white lines of cum joining the residue of the chocolate on his chest.

“I think I need a shower,” Liam said as he recovered.

Louis agreed, “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not,” Liam smiled, “Zayn?”

This was a little too much for Zayn. In the heat of the moment he had been sure of what he wanted, but now his previous frustration had been replaced with confusion. How far did he want to go with this?

“I think … I’ll just go.”

Louis and Liam glanced at each other as Zayn collected his clothes, hurriedly replacing his pants. Just before he reached the bedroom door, Louis grabbed at his hand, “If you ever feel the need to release some frustration again, you know where to find us.”

Zayn glanced down at his bare feet, he knew that he would get desperate again, and the strange thing was that he didn’t feel guilty about what had just happened; only confused by how much he enjoyed it. “I know, I will.”

Louis let him go and Zayn rushed out of the room, the outer door banging loudly as he left Louis’s hotel room altogether.

“Come on,” Liam said, slapping Louis’s bum, “let’s get cleaned up.”