"At least fifty invited," Louis boasted. "And then they'll each bring somebody and this place will be packed."

"How long will your parents be gone?" Liam asked.

"The whole three day weekend."

"Fuck, yeah," Harry cheered.

"Who's got beer?" Niall asked.

"I'll get a ton. Don't worry," Louis assured him.

Zayn's eyes were wide with power. Louis always threw parties when Mum and Dad were away, but Zayn never knew ahead of time so he couldn't stop him. Now he knew and knew exactly what he was going to do about it. Ever since Louis came back from Uni for the summer he'd been extra hard on Zayn for some reason. Today Zayn was going to get his revenge.

He ran through the hall, away from Louis' room, and down the stairs to the kitchen where his mom was making dinner. "Mum!"

"Zayn, don't yell," she chastised him. "What is it?"

"Louis is going to throw a party this weekend; I just heard him say so."

"You little shit!" Zayn turned to find his scowling older brother hovering in the doorway with his friends in tow. Louis went to his mom. "Mum, he's lying. I'd never."

His mom raised a knowing brow. "Of course, you wouldn't, dear. But, just in case, I think I'll tell the neighborhood watch to keep an eye on my place for the weekend."

Louis' mouth fell open. "Seriously?"

Their mom put a hand on her hip. "Something wrong?"

Louis' face fell from angry to defeated. "No, ma'am."

"Good," she turned to Zayn. "Why don't you go wash up and get ready for dinner." Zayn nodded and pushed past Louis on his way.

"Fucking baby," Louis muttered.

Zayn's nostrils flared. "I am not! I'll be fourteen soon. You weren't a baby at fourteen!"

"Boys," their mother warned.

Zayn just huffed and stomped out.

"I'm going out for food with the guys," Louis tacked on before leaving.

***

Louis dropped the controller beside him on the couch. "I can't fucking believe this."

Niall whooped as he scored another goal. "You're just angry cause I'm kicking your ass."

Liam came through the door with a handful of beers. He passed them around and plopped on the couch between Harry, who had Louis' laptop teetering on his knees, and Niall, who had his tongue sticking out between his teeth in concentration.

"No," Louis argued. "I'm ticked because, now, we're bored as fuck on a three day weekend and it's all the kid's fault."

"He just a kid, Lou, cut him some slack," Harry tried.

"Kid my ass. Have you seen him? Kids don't look like he does."

"Excuse you?" Louis snarled.

Liam raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying."

"He's right, though," Niall added. "Zayn's way too hot to be your brother, Lou."

Louis swung the pillow out from under his arm and hit Niall in the face with it. "Fuck you too, Horan. He's not hot, he's my brother. We have rules, remember?"

"Okay, I've got the pizzas ready. Do you want to deliver?" Harry asked.

"Do you have an extra two-fifty?" Louis snarked. All the guys just looked around avoiding Louis' question. "Didn't think so. I'll go get it."

"Okay, it says ready in fifteen, but it's all the way downtown," Harry mentioned.

"That's fine. I'll grab us sodas on the way." Louis got up and grabbed his keys. "Be back in thirty."

Harry closed the laptop and laid it on the coffee table. Liam leaned over Niall and picked up the abandoned controller. Niall laughed. "Really wanna try me, mate."

"I'm not Harry. I can hold my own."

"Hey," Harry whined.

Liam turned to him and delivered a quick kiss to his cheek. "Didn't mean it." Harry pursed his lips, but Liam was already forgiven.

"Hey, Louis-" Zayn's words dropped when he saw his brother wasn't in the basement. "Oh, hey, guys. Where's Louis?"

Harry laid his head back on the couch to see Zayn standing at the door in just a pair of thin black pants. "He went to grab food. What'd you need?"

"Oh," Zayn cleared his throat awkwardly, "nothing. I just felt bad about telling on you guys. I was coming to apologize."

Niall paused the game and settled back into the couch. "Really? You're sorry?"

Zayn played with his fingers. "Yeah, I am."

Niall looked at Liam. "How long did Louis say?"

"Half hour," Liam answered and smirked.

Niall patted the couch next to him. "Come here, Zaynie."

Zayn scratched his chest and looked between the three, unsure. Harry smiled wide at him. "Come sit by me, Zee." Zayn smiled back and let his long legs take him to squeeze between Harry and Liam.

Niall huffed. "Harry always gets them first."

Liam smacked his arm. "Don't get greedy."

Niall huffed again and watched Harry as he pulled a nervous Zayn into his lap to face the other two boys. "He says he's sorry, lads."

"I am sorry," Zayn assured them. "I promise."

"How do we know?" Niall urged.

Zayn scratched his thumb nails over his bare thighs. "I don't know. I can prove it to you?" he said more as a question.

Harry gripped Zayn's hips and kissed the side of his neck. "How would you do that?"

Zayn scrunched his eyebrows. "I could, um, like, get you something from the kitchen."

"Louis' already getting food, love," Liam reminded. "But you mean you could do us a favor?"

Zayn nodded happily. "Yeah, I could do you a favor!" Then his eyebrows scrunched again. "What favor do you want?"

Niall had to press a hand to his crotch then because Zayn was so easy and didn't even know it. "I have a question, Zayn." Zayn looked to Niall curiously. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"

Zayn's mouth fell open at the word. "I don't- I'm not." He looked down to his lap to find that he was pressing the fabric. "Shit," he muttered and covered himself.

Liam chuckled and took Zayn's hands away. "Don't do that," he said gently. "There's nothing wrong with getting turned on."

Zayn sputtered again. "I'm not. I've never, um-"

"You've never played with yourself," Harry supplied and trailed his fingers over Zayn's small bulge.

Zayn groaned and nodded. "Louis was gone when it started and I couldn't ask mum." He said it like asking his mom would be treason of the highest order.

Liam nodded. "I understand, Zaynie. Would you like us to help you understand what to do?" He accentuated his words with a flick of Zayn's nipple.

Zayn moaned and his head fell sideways to Harry's shoulder. "Liam," he moaned.

Liam growled. "Yeah, baby. Sound so good saying my name."

Niall leaned over Liam and curled his fingers in Zayn's hair. "Can I kiss you, Zee?" Zayn swallowed nervously, but nodded, eyes cloudy and reflexes slow. Niall pressed his lips to Zayn's in a slow, present kiss. Zayn wasn't sure what to do, so he let Niall lead him. When Niall bit at his lip, he gasped, his mouth falling open. Niall took the moment and flicked his tongue over Zayn's newly-braces-free teeth.

Zayn whined, his face scrunched up with desire, when Niall pulled back, breathing hard. "Such a good boy," he whispered. Liam pulled Zayn onto his lap next, back to Harry now, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Zayn looked to Liam then. "Can I kiss you next?"

Liam smiled, eyes crinkling with mischief. "Of course, Zaynie." He pulled Zayn to him by the back of the neck and opened his mouth immediately with his lips. Zayn moaned into the kiss and squeezed Harry's thigh under his hand. Harry took to kissing Zayn's shoulder blades and over his spine. Zayn arched into the kisses and pulled away from Liam when he couldn't breathe.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled a dopey smile. "Wow." All three older boys laughed and rubbed at different parts of Zayn. When Harry curled his palm over Zayn's erection and rubbed gently, Zayn whined and bucked up into him. "No," he begged. "It hurts. Make it go away. You promised."

Liam shh'd him and brought his hands to either side of Zayn's face. "We will, baby. The hurting part is normal. It's has to hurt first before it feels good."

Zayn didn't seem convinced. "Promise?"

Liam kissed him shortly. "I promise."

Harry tucked his hand under Zayn's waistband and wrapped his massive hand around Zayn's small prick. Zayn wailed and reach a hand forward to claw at Niall's chest. "Owe, please."

"Hey," Niall soothed, and let his hands make their way up Zayn's chest. "Relax, love. It'll be alright." He pinched Zayn's nipples between his fingers, making Zayn arch off Harry's chest and buck into his fist. Harry squeezed, making Zayn squirm on his lap.

"No. No, stop. I have to-"

"I know, Zee," Harry whispered in his ear. "Just let it happen." He bit down on Zayn's earlobe and then Zayn was tensing and releasing inside his pants and over Harry's hand. He twitched and spasmed through his first orgasm before sinking into Harry's chest. Harry took his hand out and wiped it on Zayn's wet pants.

Niall and Liam cooed over him, telling him how good he was and that he was so pretty when he came. Zayn was drunk with the attention and the afterglow of ecstasy. He started to shift when he felt Harry pressing against his bum. "Does yours hurt, too?"

Harry chuckled lowly. "Not too bad, but I would still love it if you helped me out." Zayn nodded eagerly and turned in his lap, limbs moving to straddle him. Harry covered his small ass under his large palms. "Wanna do the same thing to me that I did to you?"

Zayn bit his lip. "I'm not sure- I don't know how."

Harry massaged his cheeks in his hands. "I'll teach you, yeah?" Zayn nodded and Harry pulled a hand away to push his bottoms down his hips and tuck his pants under his sac. Zayn's eyes went wide.

"Maybe we shouldn't have showed him Harry's first," Niall teased.

Liam laughed where his lips were pressed to Niall's shoulder. "You'll be alright, won't you, Zaynie?" Zayn looked over to Liam, and after a moment he nodded. "See? Plus, it's just a hand job. At least we're not making him take that thing in his mouth."

Niall hummed in agreement. "Took me forever to master that."

Harry was smirking at the boys, but couldn't take his eyes off Zayn's flushed face. He was still biting his lip and Harry's cock twitched thinking about those lips around him. "Zee," he said hoarsely. "Wrap your hand around me."

Zayn looked down at Harry's hard dick, back up to Harry's slightly sweaty face, then back down again. He took a deep breath and curled his fingers around Harry's length. His fingers were long, but barely fit around the width of him. Harry hummed with relief at the feeling of Zayn's small, soft hand against his heated skin. "You're so big," Zayn awed.

Harry smiled and rubbed his thumb over Zayn's red lip. "You'll get there. You're still young."

"What do I do now?"

"Just move your hand like I did." He wrapped his hand over Zayn's and moved it up and down his shaft, adding a twist right over his tip.

He moaned low in his throat and Zayn shook Harry's hand off. "I can do it."

The boys raised a brow at his sudden confidence, but just watched as Zayn's hand went tighter around Harry and he jacked him off. Niall moved forward and sucked on a soft spot right under Harry's ear. Harry moaned and rolled his hips into Zayn's tight fist. Zayn faltered a little, but Harry put a hand on his chest and breathed, "Don't stop."

Zayn steadied himself and got more comfortable on Harry's lap before starting up his rhythm again. He felt eyes on him and flicked his gaze to find Liam devouring him with dark eyes. Zayn bit his lip between his teeth and returned Liam's hard look. "Am I doing it right?" He didn't say his name, but Liam knew he was asking him directly.

Liam's lips twitched up. "You're doing so well, baby. After Harry you'll do me." Zayn gasped at the prospect and situated himself on Harry's lap again.

Niall pulled back at all the movement and found Zayn hard in his pants again. He smirked at the young boy. "Hard again? Those were the days." Zayn blushed at being called out, so Niall rubbed his thigh gently and assured him, "We love it, Zee. Means we're making you feel good."

"You do make me feel good," Zayn confirmed.

"Yeah?" Niall asked and kissed his shoulder. Zayn nodded fervently and pumped his hand faster.

"Yeah, Zaynie," Harry choked out. "God you're so good." His voice was tight and his words rushed and the boys knew he was close.

Niall quickly leaned over and whispered something in Zayn's ear. Zayn looked back at him wide-eyed, but Niall only nodded encouragingly. Zayn bit his lip as he bent over on Harry's lap and licked across Harry's leaking slit. Harry stuttered a groan and shot into Zayn's mouth, and over his chin and neck when Zayn flinched and pulled away in surprise.

"Sorry, Zee. I wasn't expecting-"

"My fault. I figured you'd like that, Haz," Niall bragged.

Zayn was licking over his lips and wiping his face and neck off. "Tastes weird."

"You'll get used to it," Liam joked.

"My turn!" Niall insisted.

Liam corrected. "Whoa, mate. I'm next."

"I could do you both," Zayn reasoned. "I have two hands. I can eat with both and write with both. I bet I can use both." Harry laughed under him, drawing Zayn's attention. "What?"

Harry just shook his head in disbelief. "You're incredible. Louis would be so ticked if he knew what you could really do."

"He won't though, right?" Zayn worried.

"Of course not. We'd rather not die tonight." Liam looked at his watch. "Speaking of, we should hurry this up."

Zayn scrambled off Harry's lap and stood in front of the couch, small cock straining under his fabric. "Where do I sit?"

Liam moved Niall to sit beside him and said, "Why don't you kneel on the rug."

Zayn fell to his knees in front of them, making both boys groan a little. "Perfect," Niall mused. The blond quickly worked his jeans open and pushed them down, along with his pants, to his knees.

Zayn licked his lips at the sight. "Does everybody taste the same?"

"Kind of. Everyone's a little different, but cum pretty much tastes like cum."

"Cum? Is that the sticky stuff?"

"Yeah, baby. Making someone come means you did the best job," Liam explained.

Zayn turned to Harry. "I did the best job?"

Harry hummed fondly. "The very best."

"Can I make you guys come?" he asked the others. Liam surged forward and captured Zayn's lips with his.

Niall clarified, "That's the plan."

"So pretty. You're so good, Zayn," Liam murmured against Zayn's lips.

"Alright boys," Niall interrupted, "You can make out on your own time. Louis will be home soon."

Liam kissed Zayn one more time before scrambling to get naked enough for Zayn to work, pushing his pants down and taking his shirt off. Zayn looked between the two of them. Niall's was thinner, but longer than Liam's thick, uncut cock. He wasn't sure he could handle both, but he already said he would so he had to try. He reached out towards them, but Niall's voice stopped him. "Lick your hand. It helps."

"Ew," Zayn complained.

"Ew? You swallowed cum two seconds ago, but you don't want to lick your hand?"

Zayn thought about that and decided he didn't really have much room to say what was gross anymore. So he licked both hands, twice for good measure, and wrapped them around the boys. Niall shuddered and Liam sighed. Zayn was fascinated by both reactions. He took up the same rhythm that he kept with Harry, who was curled up on the couch watching the scene play out. He pumped them until they were leaking like Harry had been. "Do I lick theirs up, too?" he asked the curly-headed one.

Liam and Niall may have been too caught up to hear Zayn's words, but Harry caught them and nodded. "If you want to."

Zayn surged forward and licked over Liam's head. Liam arched off the couch and moaned. Liam was more bitter than Harry, but Zayn kinda liked that more. He swallowed again to clear his tongue and leaned the other way to lick Niall's tip. "Fuck, fuck," Niall groaned.

Zayn hummed at his taste. "Sweeter," he smiled.

Harry giggled from his spot and nodded. "Always is."

Niall's hand flew to Liam's thigh and squeezed. "Close."

Liam brought his hands to his own chest and played his nipples between his fingers. His mouth fell open and his head slumped onto the back of the couch. Harry sat up. "Let me, Li." He brushed Liam's hands away and sucked one of his nipples into his mouth while he flicked the other into a nub. Liam gasped at the new warmth and thrust into Zayn's hand.

Zayn picked up his pace with a new excitement as he saw the two move closer to the edge. Niall's hand came up and tangled in Zayn's hair. "So close- ugh- Zayn. I'm gonna-gonna-" Niall stopped breathing for a second and then he shot over Zayn's hand. Zayn whimpered, his prick twitching at the sight of Niall. He tried to ignore it and kept both hands moving in the groove he'd gotten into until Niall hissed and pushed Zayn's hand away. "Too much," he gasped.

Zayn apologized and squeezed himself through his pants. He wanted to come so badly. The boys were making him feel the very best and he needed to come. His train of thought was thankfully cut off when Liam scratched down Harry's back over his shirt and came. A broken moan passed his lips as he thrust a few more times into Zayn's hand. Zayn pulled his hand away this time when no more cum came from Liam's tip.

He folded both of his hands in his lap and rocked gently against them to get some friction. The boys breathed hard and recovered while Zayn only got more worked up. Soon a whimper was falling from his lips as his head brushed against the fabric. The others looked to him at the sound.

"Oh baby, come here," Liam called.

Zayn crawled up into Liam's lap. He curled into his chest and threw his legs over Niall's lap, leaning back to where Harry was pressed into Liam's side. "You're so hard, aren't you?" Harry cooed. Zayn nodded. "Want us to make you feel good again?"

"Yes, please."

"So polite," Niall smirked. He reached forward and tugged at Zayn's pants until they came down his legs. His hard cock sprang up and stood proudly before their eyes. "You need it, don't you?"

Zayn nodded and clenched his hand in Liam's shirt. Liam rubbed his arm and kissed his hair. "Niall, don't be cruel."

Niall chuckled and shrugged "Look at him. How could I pass up that chance?" He relented and wrapped his hand around Zayn's shaft. Zayn whined and twitched in his hand. "I give him twenty seconds."

"Ten," Harry quipped.

"He's so good, he'll hold out as long as you tell him," Liam boasted.

"Please," Zayn begged.

"Yeah, okay, love," Niall assured him and jacked him off. Exactly thirteen seconds later, Zayn was coming for the second time in his life. "There you go," Niall assuaged.

Zayn's body went limp on the boy's laps as he came down from his high. Liam pulled him closer and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch to cover them all.

"Louis should be here any minute," Harry reminded.

Niall couldn't care less. "Fuck him." They curled up against each other and waited for the certain end of their lives to come home.

***

This is awful. I'm awful. *swims in holy water*

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