Louis' POV:

When we get home I don't waste a single second before I'm pushing Harry down onto his bed.

"Fuck, baby boy, I've been waiting for this for so long," I half-growl, climbing on top of him and stripping him of his button-up shirt.

"I need you now, Louis," He groans, "Need to feel you. This fucking vibrator doesn't do justice," I partially forgot that he had one in after he caved at the restaurant, but that only means he's aching for me even more.

I press a warm and needy kiss to his lips while I undo his belt and tug down his pants and boxers. Harry fumbles with my shirt and eventually gets it off before wrapping his hands around my neck as he pulls me closer to him, deepening the kiss.

"Fuck me, Louis. Fuck me 'till I see stars," Harry groans against my lips when I grind onto him, "Make me feel good,"

He didn't have to ask twice. I quickly strip off the remailer of my clothes and get Harry out of his briefs before our naked bodies are flush against one another.

My one hand finds its way to Harry's curls and my fingers card themselves in his hair while the other wanders down to his bum. The tip of the vibrator sticks out ever so slightly and I push it in momentarily, earning a low moan from Harry.

The sound alone is enough to make my dick twitch a bit and I'm suddenly aware of my massive boner. I pull out the vibrator and toss it onto the bedroom floor. Harry whines at this since he probably feels pretty empty now.

"I'll fill you up, babe," I promise when he looks up at me with begging eyes. I quickly get off of him and grab the lube and a condom from my backpack (which may or may not be filled with kinky shit) before I'm back on top of him once again.

"How do you want it?" I ask, tearing the package with my teeth before rolling the condom over my hard member.

"I'll take whatever you give me, just please do it soon. Fuck, Lou, I wanna feel you inside me,"

I plant a messy kiss on his lips and decide to skip the pre-sex love bites and such because Harry's literally squirming beneath me and doesn't hesitate to buck up his hips at the slightest touch.

Apparently, the vibrator got him more riled up than I expected, so I'll surely keep that in mind for future use.

He's already prepped and stretched from it, too, so I tell Harry to stay on his back before lining myself up and pushing past his ring of muscle. I go slow at first, allowing time for him to adjust by pausing here and there until I'm all the way in.

Harry nods his head and bites his lip. " 'm good. Go, Lou, please,"

I pull almost all the way out before thrusting with all my force back in. Harry lets out a loud and low moan and I pick up the pace, thrusting into him again and again.

"Fuck, Haz," I manage to get out between soft pants, "Taking me so well,"

I get a low groan in response as Harry's back arches when I thrust into him again. I know I've hit his prostate, so I stay in that spot, hitting it over and over as Harry moans beneath me.

"F-fuck daddy, right there," He murmurs. That name coming out of Harry's mouth is enough to make me come at any moment.

"What'd you call me?"

"D-daddy," Harry says a bit louder, throwing his head back when I thrust into him again.

"That's right, baby boy," I can feel my cock twitch and Harry's is rock hard against his stomach.

I remove one of my hands from his hips and use it to pump him. Harry fists and tugs at my hair like his life depends on it, which only encourages me to go harder.

My thrusts quickly become sloppier and a thin line of sweat is on my forehead. Both of us are too breathless to say much at this point, so all you can hear are Harry's moans and the sound of skin slapping.

"L-Lou, I'm gonna-,"

"Come for me, baby boy," I hum and give his twitching dick another pump or two before he comes on both of our stomachs, moaning my name while he does so.

A few more thrusts later I come into him and pull out soon after when Harry whines from oversensitivity. I collapse on the bed next to him and tie up the condom, throwing it into the wastebasket nearby.

"You're fucking amazing," Harry murmurs breathlessly next to me.

I roll over and pull him into a deep kiss.

"Let's do that again some time, yeah?" I hum against his lips and I can feel him grinning.

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Zayn's POV:

"Thanks again for having me over," I smile at both Mitch and Sarah as I get my coat from the hook, "Sarah, dinner was absolutely lovely, thank you."

"I'm so glad you liked it!" She wraps me up in a loving hug, "You're invited over anytime."

"You guys are too nice," I blush a little bit, "And Mitch, thank you too," I slip on my shoes and Mitch offers a small smile.

"Thanks for what?" His smile quickly turns into a smirk and I already know where this is headed, "For being such a hunk of a man that serves as your daily dose of eye candy?"

I roll my eyes with a laugh. Mitch always appears so laid back and even shy at times, but once you get to know him he's a whole different person. "You took the words right out of my mouth,"

Sarah giggles and I thank them one more last time before I'm headed out the door with a little container of chicken pot pie that Sarah packed up for me.

"Tell Liam we say hello!" Sarah calls after me and I turn around and give her a thumbs up.

It's a bit past 10 pm and Liam's surely back from the bar now. My drive is about 15 minutes and I'm home in no time.

A second car is parked in front of our house, and I guess Liam brought back some of his work friends for food or something. Duckies doesn't have much of a food selection, and our fridge always has something good to eat.

"Babe I'm home!" I call out when I walk inside. The house is dark and only the kitchen lights are on, but no one is in it.

"Babe?"

No response.

I feel oddly uneasy and roam around the flat in search of him. Our bedroom door is cracked open and I let myself in.

I shit you not when I dropped my phone and the little container of food that was in my hands.

"LIAM!" I scream, and tears immediately start to pool up in my eyes.

He's lying on our bed on his back - shirtless - and another man is on top of him, kissing Liam. Kissing MY Liam.

When the other guy hears me scream in utter shock and betrayal. he halts the make-out session and turns to me. He resembles Ian from Liam's work, and I've got to assume it's his brother James.

James' black hair is all messed up and what looks like a shitload of makeup on his face is glistening with a bit of sweat.

Liam doesn't even acknowledge I'm there, not that James has pulled away from him. He looks like he's in his own little world, somewhat ignorant of everything around him.

From the looks of it, the kissing was more-so one-sided but I don't know for sure. I can't think straight right now, and my mind is clouded with anger and heartbreak.

"Who are you?" The guy sneers at me and I ball up my fists.

"HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND!" I scream, completely infuriated at the whole situation.

"NOW GET OFF MY BOYFRIEND AND OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE BEFORE I HAVE THE CHANCE TO PUNCH YOU SO HARD THAT YOU'LL ORBIT INTO SPACE!"

"He's a good kisser," James mutters under his breath and it takes all of my willpower not to physically kick him out of my flat as he gets his shirt from the bedroom floor.

I shoot daggers at him with my eyes until I can hear him shut the front door behind him, muttering things under his breath the whole time.

Turning back to Liam, he's laying in the same spot before and hasn't moved a muscle. He kind of looks like a stranded starfish as he lays on our bed.

"Liam James Fucking Payne WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" It's my turn to yell at him.

"Zaynieee," He slurs out and finally acknowledges I'm here as he rolls into his side.

"Answer me." I stand there in the doorway and my voice is stern.

"Babeee," He starts to giggle and I can tell he's beyond drunk.

Liam doesn't get drunk because he's always responsible and the designated driver for me and Louis when we go out together. But right now, I don't care. He's literally just cheated on me whether he's fully aware of it or not.

"LIAM! Why were you kissing him?" My voice cracks and the hurt in my voice is undeniable.

"Who?"

"JAMES, IAN'S BROTHER!"

"Jamesss," He slurs again, a little frown on his face, "Why is James here?"

"He's gone now but you two were just making out!!" My voice is much louder than normal and I'm fuming.

"Oooh, Jamesss. I remember him asking me a question we came back to the flat for pizza, but that's it. Maybe it was if he could kiss me, I don't really remember," Liam mumbles.

"You were making out shirtless, at that!"

Liam looks down at his bare chest and his reaction is delayed because of the alcohol but a moment or two later his face looks a little bit shocked. "Where's my shirt?"

"On the bedroom floor! I can't believe this Liam. After everything?? I go away for one night and you cheat? Or does this happen all the time, hmm?"

" 'm not cheating, Zaynieee. 'm right here just waiting for you,"

"Waiting with another man! Fuck, Li, I can't think straight I need to go." Liam doesn't make a move to stop me and still seems dazed and confused about the whole situation.

Ordinarily, my boyfriend instincts would've kicked in by now, and I'd be in there making sure I could help him dull the hangover and see if he's okay. But this sudden betrayal and heartbreak stings like a bitch and keeps me from going further into our room to check up on him.

I turn on my heel, slamming the door behind me after I've picked up my phone and food (fortunately both survived the fall). I can't really go anywhere and Louis' away for the weekend, so I make my way to his room.

It only takes about a half-minute for the tears to start streaming down my face faster than I can wipe them away. They sting - the tears are just reminders of what I thought was a perfect relationship. What I thought were the perfect boyfriend and the perfect relationship.

For fucks sake, they remind me of what I thought was going to turn into the perfect marriage with a perfect husband.

I should've known it was only a matter of time before something happened between us.

I throw myself onto Louis' beg, burying my tear-streaked face into one of his pillows, which muffles my sniffles and sobs.

All the energy that I had minutes ago drains out of me and I feel numb. I plan to tell Louis what happened, and maybe he could stay at Harry's or something while I sort this out.

And (obviously) I'll be having quite the little chat with Liam, too. Even if this is all a big overreaction, I still love Liam, and a life without him wouldn't be a life with living.

I just don't want to lose him.

For the next hour or so, I just cry into Louis' now dampened pillow. There was a knock at my door followed by Liam's drunken slurs, but I told him to leave me alone.

I cry myself to sleep, not knowing how to sell, what to say, or why Liam would ever do such a thing.

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