Sorry it's been so long. But I love me some Ziam so here we go!

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Zayn sat up against his headboard, music playing lowly in his headphones and journal on his lap. He was currently lamenting about how it had been two weeks, three days, and six hours since he'd last seen his boyfriend. If Liam was still his boyfriend. He certainly wasn't according to his parents. But honestly, Liam's opinion was all that mattered.

He'd just started on some cartoon version of Liam in a green lantern outfit when he heard a light rap of something on glass. He unconsciously ignored it until he heard it again and looked up to see said personal superhero tapping his knuckles against his window. Zayn quickly pulled the sheets back, revealing just the small pants and worn t-shirt he used as night clothes, as he walked over and unlocked the window. They pushed it up together and Liam surprised Zayn by leaning over the threshold and pressing a quick, solid kiss to Zayn's lips.

"Christ, Zee. I've been losing it without you." Liam started ducking under the window to get in before Zayn was even aware of it and he fumbled back.

"Liam," Zayn awed. "What are you doing here?"

Liam shut the window behind him. "Couldn't take it anymore. I tried to respect your parent's punishment, even though we didn't do anything wrong," he noted definitively and kissed Zayn's cheek, "but I'm going insane. I can't even text you and make sure you're alright." Liam pulled him into a hug. "You're alright, yeah?"

Zayn chuckled fondly but wrapped his arms around his obviously-still-boyfriend. "I miss you too much, Liam. I guess, mostly, I'm lonely." He pulled back and kissed Liam's ready lips a few short times. "I was just worried you'd give up on us."

Liam made a disgruntled sound then, and combed his fingers into Zayn's hair while Zayn held him securely around the waist. "I couldn't. I love you too much."

"But my parents-"

"Are good people, but they can't tell you who to love," Liam reasoned. "You do love me, yeah?"

"Enough to worry me sometimes," Zayn admitted.

Liam stole a kiss in gratitude. "Then, no. I could never give up on us."

Zayn breathed a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding and pulled Liam back with him as he sat on the edge of his bed. Liam went with him easily and stood between his legs when Zayn parted them. His hands landed on Zayn's shoulders and he massaged his thumbs into the knots that had built up through anxiety.

"My parents are out in the living room watching TV, I think. I'm not really talking to them right now."

"I wish they'd just let me talk to them, try to explain." Liam slid a hand up Zayn's neck and into his hair. He always loved Zayn's hair; especially when it was washed and soft at the end of the day, like it was now.

"Wouldn't matter. They're still angry, said that I disrespected my family."

"By loving me," Liam assumed.

"They love you. Always did. That was the only reason that they were even remotely okay with me being with you."

"But..."

Zayn leaned forward and rested his forehead on Liam's stomach. "It's just-It's one thing to hear your son say he's gay and another to actually see it for yourself."

Liam hummed his understanding but pulled Zayn back and pushed him to lay down on his bed, legs still hanging off the end. "Well, I'm not mad they know for sure. I wish they wouldn't have walked in," Liam made a regretful face at that, "but you being gay, being with me, isn't something that's going away." The brunet climbed onto the bed and bracketed Zayn's hips with his knees. "At least now they know."

"Yeah," Zayn sighed and ran his hands up the line of Liam's thighs. "Plus, any chance of this gay thing being a phase disappeared that first time."

Liam pressed his lips to contain his smile. "Yeah?"

Zayn nodded, darker skin going slightly pink. "Two weeks is a long time. Especially now that I know what I'm missing." Zayn's hands traveled from the slope of Liam's hips to the waistband of his loose shorts.

"Missed you, too, Zee. I didn't even get to finish eating you out last time."

Zayn groaned quietly and pulled Liam down by his shirt to kiss him. Liam held himself up with one hand so the other could venture under Zayn's thin tee. He thumbed across one nipple then the other, back and forth while he mouthed at Zayn's sharp jaw. Zayn bucked up against Liam's ass, letting him feel the hard line of his cock in his pants. Liam trailed his hand down Zayn's torso and under his waistband, toying with the trim hair at the base of Zayn's hard dick.

"Are you going to let me finish this time?"

Zayn clenched his fingers in the cotton of Liam's shirt and nodded eagerly. "Please, Li."

"But you have to stay quiet this time."

"I promise," Zayn agreed quickly. "Just-" He pushed Liam by the shoulders down until he got the message and dropped to the floor on his knees. Zayn could still remember with radiating clarity the feeling of Liam's tongue the first time, wet and invading in the best way. Zayn wiggled out of his pants, letting them fall off the edge of the bed.

Liam pulled Zayn's bum to the edge of the bed and pushed his thighs apart. "Grab a pillow for me, babe," Liam requested and Zayn fumbled blindly, too turned on to simply look where his hand was flailing, for a pillow before he snatched one and nearly threw it at Liam. Liam tapped Zayn's thigh and helped him lift his hips off the bed while he pushed the pillow under him. Zayn shrugged his shirt off and bundled it up behind his head to keep it lifted so he could watch as Liam mapped out the curve of Zayn's ass cheek to his balls with his lips.

When Liam's lips disappeared from sight, Zayn let his head fall back to enjoy the moment when Liam spread him open and pressed his mouth to Zayn's tight rim. Zayn's toes curled into the duvet hanging down from his mattress and his hands clutched onto whatever material was around him. Liam opened his mouth more to get Zayn as wet as he could with his tongue. He licked in slow, teasing circles along the edge of Zayn's ring of muscle, dipping in when he needed more of a taste.

Zayn brought his feet higher on the bed so he had leverage to push down on Liam's face, but it still wasn't enough. "Wait, Li, hold on."

Liam pulled back, mouth and chin shiny with saliva and breath short. "What's wrong?"

Zayn groaned and flipped onto his stomach, toes on the floor, with his ass in Liam's face. He reached a hand back and urged Liam back towards him. "Need it like this."

Liam relented and pushed his cheeks apart again to flick his tongue fleetingly back and forth over Zayn's hole. Zayn clenched against his tongue and rocked against his face. Liam moaned and buried his face between Zayn's tan cheeks. He pushed his tongue just enough to dip inside. He didn't push past his tight ring, instead just let the muscle contract around the wet tip. Zayn was rocking his hips constantly now, trying to take Liam deeper and making these needy, whimpering sounds that had Liam pressing the front of his shorts.

He let go of one cheek and made sure to keep curling his tongue just inside Zayn as he reached a hand down and stuffed it inside his pants. He got a grip on himself and tugged surely, matching the rhythm of his tongue. He dipped in and out, deeper each time, until he was spreading Zayn's body open with it. Liam moaned when Zayn's fingers scratched at his scalp, fisting his cock hurriedly.

"Li, more. I'm-" Zayn bit down on a moan and buried his face in the bed. He knew he couldn't afford another surprise walk-in from his parents right now. He put all his strength into smashing Liam's face further into his ass, uncaring if he could properly breathe, and rutting the tip of his cock against the edge of the bed.

Liam curled his tongue into a long U and pressed the rest of the way, the warmth of Zayn's deepest parts pressing against his tongue and making him dizzy with desire. He couldn't stop himself then; he ate Zayn out with gusto, dirty and needy and perfect. He was licking over Zayn's prostate almost constantly and the rewarding sounds Zayn muffled in the duvet made up for the sore ache of his jaw.

Zayn rose up on his toes and arched more, thrusting harshly against the bed and then back on Liam's face. Liam was just pumping himself haphazardly now, sure that his orgasm was moments away, if the burn in his gut was anything to go by. Zayn curled the hand not in Liam's hair into his own locks and cried out against the sheets as he shook and came across his bedspread and leaked on the floor.

Liam moaned at the vice grip on his tongue and tongue fucked Zayn through his release before standing up and jacking himself off over Zayn's back. He groaned Zayn's name and tried to keep his eyes open to see his spunk splash across the caramel skin of Zayn's back and ass, the white a stark contrast and very much a turn on. Once the aftershocks waned, Liam fell next to Zayn's loose form on the bed.

Zayn brought a hand up and tiredly patted Liam's chest. "Wow," he panted and Liam just laughed lowly, out of breath.

"That good, huh?"

Zayn smiled and shifted to kiss Liam's shoulder. "Better." Liam pulled one of Zayn's thighs over his lap and snuggled against his neck while his heart slowed to the barely contained shimmer it always had in Zayn's presence.

"Zayn?"

"Shit," Zayn mouthed and the pair scrambled around for a moment before Liam just decided to hide in Zayn's closet, to which he rolled his eyes, while Zayn grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He answered the door but kept it close to his body, just open enough. "Mum," he greeted, awkward smile hopefully coming off well.

"It's dinner time. Why are you in a towel?"

Zayn shrugged. "I was just going to shower. I smell like stale sleep."

"Well, maybe if you came out of your room and talked to us, you wouldn't smell like you've been cooped up in here for days," Trisha suggested.

Zayn just sighed and nodded. He placed an easy hand on his hip and landed smack in a small glob of him own cum. He was suddenly reminded of the painting on his back. "Right, Mum." He thumbed behind himself. "So, I'll just shower and then dinner, yeah?" Trisha nodded and put a motherly hand on his cheek before walking away.

Zayn shut the door with a breath of relief and quickly used the towel to wipe off what he could reach. Liam came out from the cracked open closet door and smiled. "I could see the cum from over there," he bragged as he walked over to his boyfriend.

"Yeah, and my mum almost got an eyeful of it. I need to shower. Now."

Liam followed Zayn into the bathroom, playing fingers into the leftover seed as they walked, making Zayn smack his hand away. Instead, Zayn turned and draped his arms around Liam's shoulders. "I want you to stay here with me."

"I want to, too. But we have time."

Zayn nodded in agreement. "I can't wait to have all my firsts with you."

Liam smiled coyly. "First sixty-nine. First time topping." Zayn moaned at that. "First time at my place."

"Stop," Zayn complained. "Let me be. I have to go eat dinner with my parents and I'll already be thinking about your tongue. Let's not add your dick into the mix."

Liam just chuckled and pressed a cocky kiss to Zayn's lips. "Oh, you'll be thinking about my dick. Especially since you know I'll be thinking about yours."

Zayn pushed Liam out of the bathroom and shut the door as he said, "Stop! You're the worst, Liam Payne." Zayn heard his boyfriend's laugh fade as he climbed out the window into the darkening night.