Zayn had been calling randomly. Not enough to annoy Louis, only confuse him. He didn't even know how Zayn got his number. The first time he called, and Louis answered the unknown number, Zayn answered his Hello with an I fucking need you.

After Louis' mild heart attack and then confusion, he'd asked Who the hell is this? to which Zayn responded I'm sorry for what I did. I can't stop thinking about your cock.

That night Zayn made Louis come over the phone. Since then he'd been calling every couple of days, at random times of the night, to get off with Louis. Louis has tried to ask what they're doing, or why Zayn was suddenly into Louis, but every time Zayn just insulted him and hung up.

School, on the other hand, was complete silence though. If Zayn were a temperature, he'd be freezing. Giving Louis the cold shoulder when he tried to talk to him. Once he even sent one of his bigger friends to threaten Louis to stay away.

Louis was fed up. And it was Wednesday. Who the fuck liked Wednesdays? Worse than Mondays in Louis' book. Zayn was a few yards down the hall with his friends, chatting away like he wasn't the bane of Louis' existence, the reason Louis stayed up late either crying or jacking off every night.

Niall came running up to Louis with a smile splitting his face. Behind him followed the friend, Liam, from Zayn's (completely forgotten) party. He was smiling just as wide but somehow it was less innocent than Niall's.

"Ni? What's he doing here?" Louis demanded.

Niall leaned back into Liam's chest and took his hand. "Um, Lou. You remember Liam, uh, from that..." Niall pointed his finger aimlessly through the air.

"That party where I got smashed without knowing it and then got kicked out of Zayn's house?"

Niall ducked his head. "Yeah that one." Liam put a hand on his waist and gently squeezed. Niall hummed and continued. "We've sorta been going out since then."

"Excuse me?" Louis' eyebrows rose up and what was left of Niall's confidence vanished.

Liam reached around Niall and smiled. "Nice to officially meet you. Niall's quite fond of you, I'd say."

Louis didn't take his hand, didn't even look at it. "Funny. I haven't heard anything about you."

Liam wasn't intimidated. "I know. He was," Liam spared a glance to Niall, "scared how you'd react. Since I'm friends with Zayn."

"Talking about me?" Zayn walked past Louis and up to Liam. Liam let go of Niall and hugged Zayn tight. "What are doing here, mate?"

"Dropping the boyfriend off," he said casually and kissed Niall's temple. Niall practically keened at the affection.

"This one?" Zayn nodded to Niall. "I didn't think one introduction was worth so much."

"I've got to thank you for that, Zaynie."

"Zaynie?" Louis teased.

"Shut up," Zayn threw at him without even looking at him. He turned his attention back to Liam. "Hope he's better than his friends."

"Hey," Niall warned.

"Zayn, come on," Liam tried.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "What? I'm only saying, he is the company he keeps, and if he chooses this one," he thumbed at Louis, still not looking his way, "he can't be much."

"Zayn," Liam said, more firmly now. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about. And his best friend."

"He's just insecure with the fact that he can't seem to get it up without me," Louis spat.

Zayn finally turned to Louis, his gaze hard. "Shut up, twink!"

Louis just laughed. "So you're into twinks now? Thought it was my beautiful eyes that got you off. Or maybe it was imagining my tiny fingers around your dick that did it, I can't remember."

Zayn was steaming now. "You have no idea what your talking about," he seethed and started to walk away.

Louis grabbed his wrist and spun him back around before grabbing Zayn by the back of the neck and pulling him into a heated kiss. Zayn resisted for a second but then relaxed, and then pushed into it. He shoved Louis back against the lockers, cupping the back of his head so he didn't hit it.

Louis groaned and opened his mouth to Zayn, who nudged his tongue past Louis' lips and against his tongue. Zayn let himself kiss Louis longer than he expected. He just felt so soft, so good, against his mouth, his body. As soon as Zayn's brain caught up with his body, he hit a fist against the metal locker next to Louis' head and separated himself from the flushed, beautiful boy.

"I can't-"

Louis gripped the back of Zayn's shirt tight in his fingers. "But I want you to."

Zayn was looking at Louis like his crystal clear eyes held everything that excited and terrified Zayn. Because they did. Zayn shook his head, begging Louis to walk away and let him forget this ever happened, not that the crowd of people that had gathered at the commotion would let him.

It was that, him being outed without his permission, that made him break. The taller boy covered Louis' body with his and slid a hand between them to cup Louis' semi through his jeans. Louis' mouth fell open in a silent moan. "You want me?" Louis nodded slowly, curling a hand in Zayn's hair to steady himself, but Zayn wanted more. "Answer me," he demanded and swayed his hips into Louis'.

Louis sighed softly and breathed, "Yes. I want you."

Zayn hummed his approval and grabbed Louis by the wrist. Louis looked to where Niall was standing, still and shocked, next to a smiling Liam. Zayn pulled him past the crowd of people and down the hall. He passed classroom after classroom and kept going into the library.

Louis tugged him to a stop. "Zayn, as much as I'd love to, we can't fuck in the most quiet room in the building. I'm...I'm loud."

Zayn eyes got darker, if that were possible, and he growled at Louis' admission. He put a hand on Louis' cheek and kissed him lightly. "Trust me."

I shouldn't. You're an ass. You've done nothing but hurt me. Louis followed anyway when Zayn kept walking. They skipped the literary fiction, the biographies, and the poetry section and went to the back hallway where the tutoring rooms were.

Zayn opened the last door and ushered Louis inside so he could close it. They were in the group study room, which held multiple chairs, desks, and a couch.

"They soundproof all the study rooms so people can focus," Zayn commented while he drew the blinds over the window. "And cover the windows. It's like prison when you're doing science," he stripped off his shirt and pants quickly, "but when your science is more," he gave Louis a once over, "hands on, it's perfect."

Louis laughed a little and moved forward to press his lips to Zayn's neck where his tan skin stretched into his shoulder. Zayn coerced Louis' shirt to move up his body and over his head. He let Louis nibble on the column of his throat while he pushed his jeans down before Louis kicked them off.

Zayn placed a strong hand under each of Louis' legs and hoisted him up to straddle him. Louis yelped but jumped with him so Zayn could lead them to the couch. He put an arm around Louis' middle to hold him close while he laid them down.

Louis instantly rolled his hips up to meet Zayn's with a needy whine. Zayn ran his hand through Louis' hair. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Making me see. I've never felt this good in my life."

"Just wait. It gets better," Louis envisioned. Zayn bucked at the promise in Louis' voice. He sat back on his knees, took in the boy beneath him for a moment, and then tucked his fingers under Louis' boxers. Louis lifted his hips to help Zayn pull them off.

Zayn just looked him up and down for a minute, then said, "I can't believe I didn't do this before." Louis bit his lip and let his eyes go foggy with the praise. Zayn pulled his own boxers down and leaned back over Louis to kick them off. "I don't have anything," Zayn's face was worried, but his voice was just dirty.

"I can prep myself so it doesn't hurt."

"I don't have a condom."

Louis laughed. "Honestly Zayn you could give me the clap and I wouldn't be mad." Zayn laughed too but didn't relax. "You're clean?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, of course."

"Okay, then. You told me to trust you, so here I am."

Zayn's face finally settled, going fond, but then determined. "I'm glad you're going to, you know, prep yourself. I've never done that before."

"Hopefully one day you will."

Zayn moaned and pushed his hips down on Louis'. "You can't say that."

"What? That I hope one day you put your long fingers inside me? That I hope you stretch me wide so I'm open for your cock? You'll have to be more specific, love."

Zayn grabbed Louis' wrist and pinned it above his head. "Don't tease or I'll fuck you without prep."

Louis hmm'd. "I'll put that on the list of things to try."

Zayn lowered down to cover Louis' body with his. "I'm going to wreck you. Shut that smart mouth up like I did when I had my cock down your throat."

Louis whimpered and pressed into Zayn. "Please."

Zayn sat back, leaving Louis' body to deal with the sudden cold. "I want to watch. Learn what to do."

Louis nodded dumbly and put three fingers in his mouth, soaking them with spit. He sucked and licked over them until saliva was dripping down his digits. Zayn watched in open fascination as Louis pressed one finger to his hole and pushed it in. Louis moaned and let his eyes fall shut.

"Look at me," Zayn ordered. Louis' eyes shot open and found Zayn's. He pushed the first finger in and out until he was comfortable adding a second. Zayn observed closely, loving how his rim opened up to let another finger in. When Louis pressed the third to his red hole Zayn urged, "It has to hurt by now."

Louis shook his head. "Uh uh. Feels great. Better with someone else's fingers." Louis smiled lazily at Zayn and pushed the third digit in. "I love feeling full like this. Sometimes I take four."

"Four fingers?! That's impossible."

"I'll show you if you want," Louis offered and wiggled his pinky.

"Only if you want me to come before I get inside you, mate," Zayn warned playfully. "Now move. It's my turn."

Louis pulled his wet, sloppy fingers out and spread his legs wider for Zayn, one up on the back of the couch. Zayn hovered over Louis and grabbed his wrist. He pushed Louis fingers to his mouth and Louis sucked them in, getting them wet again and tasting himself.

Zayn brought Louis' hand to his cock. Louis got the idea and wrapped his fingers around Zayn's hard prick, slicking him up with slippery fingers. Zayn groaned at the contact he'd been dying for. "Those pretty hands. I've thought about what they'd feel like. So much better than I imagined."

Louis squeezed in his hand and pumped harder. "Zayn," his voice was shot with lust. "Take me, please."

Zayn nodded and let his eyes fall to where Louis was leading Zayn's length to his hole. Zayn went with him and pushed into the warm entrance. He moaned openly at the sensation. "How is that possible? That can't be normal. You're so tight."

"It's a gift," Louis quipped hoarsely.

"Then give it to me," Zayn sparred. He pushed deeper, feeling Louis take him in. He didn't wait to pull out and thrust in again. Louis pushed a broken sound out and wrapped his arms tighter around Zayn's neck and shoulders.

"Harder; move faster, please." Zayn complied easily, quickening his pace until Louis was sliding on the couch, holding onto Zayn for dear life. "Yeah, yeah, just like that. Harder," he gasped.

Zayn spread his legs wider and used the leverage to pound into Louis deeper. Louis yelled and clenched around Zayn's cock. "Jesus shit, Lou. I'm close."

"Yeah, baby. Keep going, right there. Me, too." Zayn followed Louis' request and pounded in harder the same way. Louis' legs where shaking, his skin rippling with tension. "Oh God, Zayn, so good. So fucking good. Ugh!"

Louis whole body seized up and white ropes pulsed out from his twitching dick. He covered himself and Zayn with cum, rocking back for more as Zayn went to pull out.

"Keep going," Louis begged. Zayn chuckled and shook his head like he was having a private joke, but kept thrusting hard until he came inside Louis' open hole.

Zayn groaned and bit down on Louis' shoulder as he filled him up. He pulled out and fell on top of Louis' docile body. Zayn laughed again.

"What's so funny?" Louis asked tiredly.

Zayn kissed his shoulder and said, "I almost pulled out because I'm so used to women. I've never gotten to come bareback inside someone before."

"Perk of gay sex, I guess," Louis agreed.

"So many perks." Zayn kissed his neck and then kissed it again. And again. Until Louis had a small purple mark.

"You have no idea."