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Zayn let out a soft giggle and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Liam’s mouth. “Only sometimes, Li. But let’s just stop talking about this.” Man he really wanted to kiss him.

Liam blinks, slightly taken aback when his band mate presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He doesn't say anything about it, though, because honestly? He really, really enjoyed it. "Alright. Moving on. What shall we talk about instead?"

Zayn nudged his nose against Liam’s in a sweet eskimo kiss. “Yeah, we’re okay. I was just having a moment; it’s my fault. I’m sorry, Li.”

"It's not." Liam admonishes, shaking his head the tiniest of amounts. "I need to watch what I say. Sometimes, I just don't think about it. Guess I'm a bit dense."

Zayn shook his head and tried a weak smile. HE couldn’t see Liam sad, it was like kicking a puppy and that hurt way more than the teasing. “Li,” He sighed, “Liam c’mere, I forgive you okay? Just please, be careful of what you say.”

Relief floods through him immediately, and he's not sure why, but he's rather positive he probably looked like he was about to cry. That's said and done with now, though, and he moves closer to Zayn again, gently nudging his cheek with his nose. "Yeah? We okay?"

          This is so wrong, it had to be. One minute they were joking about the others being girls, the next minute it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of him, every moment, touch, every minute with in the kiss just gets better and better, and this was a blur —A wild blur, yet at the same time he was going to remember every single second of it, the way Liam’s lips felt against his own, the way it felt having his tongue explore his mouth, and vice versa, it was utterly insane, and he could have never predicted such a turn of events. As his shirt was lifted off, the nails he did have gently scratched his back, the smallest of moans escaping him at the sensation of his hips meeting Liam’s. Fingers running through the hair he did have. This is the closest he had ever been to him, obviously and although he was so sure Liam was straight, so certain —it was evident he wasn’t, and for Louis to say that didn’t make him as happy as it did, well that would have been a lie, he pulled him even closer as the shirt had been lifted, his lips now pressing against his jaw line, then against his neck, soft gentle pecks, as his breath hit his skin, hoping he got a positive reaction, just like before.

Liam tilts his chin up slightly, giving Lou better access to his neck, even as one of his hands comes up so that he can thread his fingers through his soft, feathery hair. There are so many sensations to take in at once, it's positively overwhelming, and he can't so much as breathe properly with so much still separating. Still, though -- he's almost hesitant, worried, terrified that this is a horrible idea. What if Louis isn't as into it as he is? What if he freezes up? What if it's all just a big mistake? The thoughts race around in his mind, until the point when Louis' mouth touches against a particularly sensitive spot, and then they're pushed out in favor of pleasure. "Lou." He let's slip his name, turning his head again, nose brushing against the line of Louis' jaw. "Are we okay -- is this?" He can't get out a complete sentence, and it's no wonder, when he feels like he's burning.

"Then why would you say it?" He sighed, turning to face Liam. He didn’t want to upset the boy, that wouldn’t be good for either of them. Zayn was just tired. Tired of all the jokes and sly digs.

"I was teasing, just like you were. I thought we were just -- " He thought they were fooling around, but apparently he's crossed a line here at some point, and to say Liam's the very last person on the entire planet who would ever intentionally do that is putting it lightly. "I didn't...I'm..." He trails off, helplessly, unsure of what else he can say to make it better.

"You didn’t sound like you were teasing, Liam. You said it so seriously. —Is that what you boy’s really think of me? Conceited, vain?"  He questioned sadly. He never expected this from Liam. But sometimes Liam tended to say things before thinking about them and it frustrated Zayn; but made him love the boy even more.

"No, Zayn -- no, that's not what I think of you. I...I think the world of you. I'm sorry." He knows he keeps repeating it, but he feels so awful. He didn't mean to upset Zayn, he really didn't. Liam climbs to his feet, but he doesn't try to touch Zayn again; he's already been pushed away once, after all.

Zayn shrugged Liam’s arms off of his body and stood up. He shook his head and closed his eyes, stilling for a brief moment. “That hurt me more than you think, Liam. Being called vain and concited has been going to far too long and now the words hurt.”

Liam sits up, worry and regret etched over his features. He's always been a bit of an open book, and no is no exception. "I'm really sorry. I wasn't serious at all -- I was just teasing you." He says, not for the first time, and his cheeks are flushed. He's embarrassed, but mostly he just feels like a shit friend. He really didn't mean it.

This was never meant to happen, but now it has, and it’s happening and he’s liking it more and more as it continues on, having Liam’s lips against his own feels so natural, but yet there’s this naughtiness about it, and that’s just as intriguing, the excitement. He’s enjoying the touches, and it just leads him to want to explore his band mates body that much more. His own fingers run down Liam’s sides, never breaking the kiss as he slowly tucks his digits underneath the fabric, tracing shapes against his skin. As he breaks the kiss, he only hitches up his shirt more, then regaining Liam’s lips against his own, his own lips parting, as he lets his tongue dart out the slightest, wanting even more from the kiss. He didn’t expect this reaction, and he didn’t expect to feel so much, he thought it would simply be fun at first, or perhaps there was always a part of him that knew it would be more than that, but now they were there, and he wouldn’t stop, he didn’t want to stop. 

Liam sighs into the kiss as he feels Louis' tongue join into the mix, the other boy's fingertips branding him with each and every one one of his touches, and he knows that he's going to feel him there long after this finishes; perhaps for the rest of his life. It seems ridiculous, almost to the point that the mere thought of it makes him want to hysterically laugh, and he very well may of if he wasn't so occupied with pressing his hips down against his band mates, cheeks flushed despite the total abandon that he feels. Their tongues slide against each other, and then he's exploring Louis' mouth with slow, tentative probes, pulling away just long enough to relieve him of his shirt completely. It's been a long time -- and with a boy? Never. Not in his entire life. It's bad, it's bad, it's bad; fuck, Liam's not straight. He's clearly not straight.