This one turned out to be only 5k. I'm doing better! Plus, ot5 always takes a bit more. 

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"Z, you can say if you're not okay. That guy was a massive prick," Liam murmured into the phone, curled up in his hotel bed.

"I'm fine. You're right, he's a dick, and he doesn't deserve my time."

Liam furrowed his brow, but sighed. "Yeah, of course. I love you, you know that?"

"I've heard. Love you, too, Leeyum."

The brown-eyed lad just nodded, needing to reassure himself more than anything. "I'll call you tomorrow. Feel better."

"Night, Li."

The call disconnected and Liam rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, grey in the dusk streaming in through the curtains. The bed shifted next to him and then soft, thin lips were pressed to his shoulder. "How is he?" Louis asked and wrapped his arm around Liam's chest.

"Pretending to be okay," Liam answered and laid a hand on Louis' arm.

"He'll be here soon, and then we can make sure he's okay." Liam pinched his lips together. He didn't like the idea that Zayn was dealing with it all by himself, and he always played strong so he didn't worry them. Liam worried anyway. "Harry and Niall are down the hall. Last I heard, Harry was saying something about handcuffs. Wanna come?"

"Like to the room, or on Niall's face?" Liam teased, making Louis bark a laugh and tug him by the wrist off the bed.

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They couldn't even pick him up at the airport, too many fans there to "support" him after what happened the day before. Turned out, accusing a fine, upstanding young boyband member of substance abuse didn't go down well with the people. Liam was pacing the hotel room. He wanted a little bit of time with Zayn before their show, but, at the rate it was going, he'd be lucky to see him at the venue before the show started.

"Liam, please sit down. You're giving me a headache," Niall complained and latched onto his wrist as he passed, stilling Liam's steps. When Liam looked down at him with worried eyes, Niall pulled the brunet to him and made him sit next to him on the couch across from the hotel bed before throwing his legs over Liam's and laying his head on his shoulder. "We're all worried, but giving yourself an aneurism won't help Zayn."

"He's not okay, I can tell," Liam urged.

Harry plopped down on the other side of Liam, hand landing idly on Niall's feet. "Yeah, Li, we know. But there's not much we can do until he gets here." Liam groaned. If anything, feeling helpless was the worst part of it. He didn't care what he did, as long as he was doing something. Harry smoothed a hand up the back of Liam's neck, massaging the short hairs at the base of his skull. "Try to relax. Zayn won't need the extra anxiety when he gets here."

"If he gets here," Liam snided, but his shoulders were already melting under Harry's touch.

There was a click at the hotel door, and in came a panting Louis. "He's here. On his way up." He looked frantically around the room. "What should we- should we be naked? I should be naked." Louis stripped off his shirt. "If I were Zayn, I'd want to come back to work and see my super fit boyfriend naked for me." His hands were fumbling with his jeans as Niall guffawed and Harry rolled his eyes fondly.

"Louis, stop taking your clothes off," Liam requested.

"Wow, Liam. Never heard you say that before," Harry teased with a scratch across his hair.

Liam shivered and lifted Niall's legs off him before standing and going to Louis, cupping both sides of his face. "I'm worried, too, but Zayn doesn't need the extra anxiety when he gets here." Harry threw his arms into the air indignantly, making Niall cover his laugh with a hand.

"Zayn doesn't do drugs," Louis insisted, unnecessarily.

"Weed," Harry chimed in.

"Doesn't count," Louis confirmed, pointing a finger at the lanky boy before turning back to Liam. "He eats too much late night junk food, but he drinks green tea and likes whole wheat, for fuck's sake."

Louis was freaking out a little. They were all pretending to be okay, but they were all freaking out. Not only had Zayn been fighting being sick for weeks, but then he'd finally succumbed to it, only to be called out for taking a few days off by assuming he was sleeping off a near overdose or something. Louis wanted to punch the man that had the gall to say something like that about their boy. He wanted to punch him, and then hug Zayn, kiss him and grab his hips and make him forget about idiot interviewers and the fans and work and One Direction and anything besides Louis' hands and mouth.

"I do not eat too much junk food. You're one to talk, mate." All four heads whipped up to see Zayn standing in the open doorway, overnight bag on his shoulder and dark circles under his eyes.

"Zayn!" they all shouted, and the dark-haired boy flinched at the assault.

Louis was first to him, closest, and wrapped his arms around Zayn's thin shoulders, making him stumble back a step. Zayn chuckled and dropped his bag to return the hug, burying his nose in Louis' hair and inhaling the scent. Another body hit them, and Zayn looked up to see Liam's messy brown hair in his face. He wiggled an arm out and slid it under Liam's shirt, resting against the small of his back. More warmth pressed against his back and other side as Harry and Niall joined, creating a circle of comfort around him. "Guys, I'm...totally fine, yeah."

"Right, of course," Niall agreed. "But just in case, I'm going to just kiss you a little, okay?" Zayn laughed softly, but the sound was swallowed by the blond's lips. The hazel-eyed lad melted into it immediately, shifting under the boys' weight to lean into Niall. The shorter boy slipped a hand up Zayn's arms to sit against his neck, thumb running the sharp edge of Zayn's jaw. They kissed while the rest of them smoothed their hands over his body, hips, shoulders, back, chest, and whispered reassurances into his skin and clothes and hair.

Niall pulled back when he felt something wet hit his cheek to see Zayn's eyes were shiny with tears. "Oh, mate," Niall cooed and pulled him in by his neck for a hug. "You're okay."

"I'm- fine," Zayn tried, but Liam whined and turned Zayn to look at him by the grip on his chin.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asked, making Zayn deflect his eyes down to Liam's chest. "Zayn," he sighed, disapproval heavy in the word.

"I don't want to sleep," Zayn admitted, voice a whisper.

"What do you want?" Harry asked. The tan lad tucked his lips between his teeth and looked up at Harry through his lashes. Harry raised a brow in question so Zayn reached forward and pulled Harry's belt loose from its buckle. With a lick of his lips, he pulled it from the loops of his tight jeans and dropped it to the floor. "Oh," Harry said dumbly.

"You should sleep, Z," Louis reprimanded gently. "We have a show tonight."

"Won't be able to," Zayn explained. "Haven't caught a wink since I went home." He pulled Harry's shirt up his body, and the tall lad let him pull it off. "Can't without you guys."

"We're here now. You can sleep," Liam suggested.

Zayn shook his head firmly. "Nope, you'll have to fuck me to sleep. Too wired." He unbuttoned Harry's jeans and nearly ripped the zipper when he pulled it apart. "Come on, Haz," he goaded and angled into his space. "Tell me you don't want to fuck me."

Harry's jaw flexed at Zayn's manipulation. He narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend before wrapping an arm around his waist tightly and turning them around, walking Zayn backwards to the bed before pushing him down on it. The lithe boy smiled through a haughty chuckle and scooted back to get comfortable. Harry pushed his jeans and pants off his legs and kicked them away before crawling on the bed between Zayn's legs.

The darker boy looked surprised for a moment at Harry's enthusiasm before he threw an arm around the green-eyed lad's shoulders and pushed his hips up to meet Harry's naked dick. Harry moaned and brought his hand up to his own mouth, tongue licking slowly across his palm before wrapping it around his prick, working himself to hardness. "Take your clothes off, Zayn," Harry ordered, voice harsh with lust.

"Wait," Niall called out. "I want to." He came up to the bed and nudged Harry out of the way so he could get to Zayn. Zayn sat up and let Niall pull his shirt off before laying back down and letting him undo his trousers, shimmying them off his hips. Niall tugged them off his ankles and threw them behind him, leaning down and latching his lips to Zayn's tan nipple.

The darker boy moaned and arched up into the feeling, but Harry pushed him back to the bed with his free hand. Harry turned over his shoulder and asked Louis to get the lube from his bag. Louis found it quickly, always in the same place, and came to the bed. "I want to open him up," Louis informed them. Zayn inhaled shakily at Louis' offer as Niall bit down on his hard bud.

"Come on, then," Harry welcomed and moved to the side to make room for the shorter lad before taking one of Zayn's knees and bending it back towards his chest, putting the raven-haired boy on display. "Get his other one, Ni." Niall pulled his shirt off before taking Zayn's leg behind the knee and spreading the boy's legs wide. Zayn groaned and slid a hand down to palm at his dick, squeezing his eyes shut as Louis knelt close and squeezed lube over three fingers.

"Look at me, babe," Louis coaxed and ran the back of his hand down the underside of Zayn's thigh. Zayn's eyes fluttered open, mouth going slack as he inhaled slowly, before they landed on Louis' baby's blues. He rubbed the pad of his middle finger across Zayn's hole before pushing in, earning a gasp from his pink lips. Zayn arched his back, trying to sit down on Louis' finger as he pushed another in, but Niall and Harry had a firm grip on his legs to keep him from having any leverage.

Liam knelt on the bed by Zayn's head and leaned down to kiss him. Zayn opened up for him, licking into his mouth. The brown-eyed boy scooped a hand under Zayn's neck, tilting him up for a deeper connection while Louis scissored him open. Zayn keened under the attention, hands flailing to find someone to hold on to. He dug his fingers into Niall's thigh as Liam licked across his teeth. He broke the kiss but pushed his thumb past Zayn's lips, the lean boy sucking on the tip obediently.

"I always want to know when you're not okay," Liam told him. "I was going crazy with you gone." The brunet leaned in and nipped along Zayn's jaw. "I don't ever want you to be alone," he whispered to him.

Zayn hummed and arched off the bed, sitting down on Louis' fingers. "Missed you guys." He reached up with his free hand and pulled Liam down, moaning as Louis added the third finger. "Harder, Lou. Fuck me," Zayn pleaded, hips shifting uselessly since Harry and Niall had him pinned.

Louis sat up on his knees, leaning on his hand that was holding Zayn down and pulling his fingers out, making the boy under him loose a confused noise. "Tell us how you're feeling, Z."

Zayn groaned, exasperated, and made Niall and Harry hold tighter. "I'm fine. Jesus, guys. Just fucking fuck me."

Harry leaned down and kissed the knee he was holding. "Tell us," he prompted, ignoring Zayn's plea. He slid a hand down the back of Zayn's thigh, hair flicking between his fingers as he cupped his small ass cheek in his hand. "It's just us."

The hazel-eyed boy pushed his head back into the bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he grunted. "I don't-" Zayn looked down at his stomach, where the head of his cock was spreading precome against his tan skin. "Can you touch me? I'll talk- promise. Please, just touch me."

Louis pulled them just that little bit closer by the tops of Zayn's thighs and hovered over the darker boy's body, lining up their pricks before wrapping his sure, small fingers around them. Zayn moaned and pushed his dick through Louis' hand, the friction of his length against Louis' sending sparks through his pelvis. "What did you do while you were alone?" Zayn bit down on his lip, shaking his head. The blue-eyed lad stilled his hand. "Talk to us, Zaynie, or I stop."

Zayn wiggled against Louis, huffing and nodding. "Fine, fine- fuck." Louis moved his hand again, pulling his foreskin up with his thumb and then pressing over both of their heads. "I told my mom I was staying with friends, but-" He moaned and whispered a yes as Louis twisted his hand around them.

"Keep going," Niall urged.

"I just booked a room and stayed alone for a few days," Zayn gasped out. "Lou, keep going." He curled his toes against the heat burning under his skin. "I didn't want to see anyone. Didn't- didn't want them to see me. I couldn't-" He groaned and gripped onto Niall's shoulder. "I didn't eat."

"Babe," Liam growled, upset to hear it. He smashed their lips together and smoothed a hand down Zayn's chest. "I'm so sorry."

Zayn looked up at Liam with a light in his eyes. "Just want you here," he admitted.

"Always," Louis assured and then his hand was gone. Zayn breathed a quiet no and kissed Liam harder. He wasn't left to whine for long, because a few moments later Louis' slick tip was tucked between Zayn's cheeks. "Relax, love." Zayn exhaled slowly, and then gasped as Louis pushed in. The brunet loosened his grip on his cock as he buried himself inside Zayn's warm, tight body.

Zayn moaned out, face hidden on Liam's shoulder as his cock gave a harsh twitch against his stomach. "Fuck me, Louis."

The blue-eyed lad spread his knees for better leverage and anchored both hands on either side of Zayn's expanding and collapsing chest as he pushed back in slowly, all the way, until Zayn's ass caressed the skin of his sac. "I don't want you to come yet, Z," Louis warned. "Do you need a cockring?"

Zayn groaned at the suggestion and closed his eyes to try and ignore the incessant press of Louis inside him so he could try and think. That fact that all he could think about was the way Louis' dick was splitting him open, he figured he knew the answer. "Yeah, I- I think so."

Nodding, Louis locked his eyes on Niall. "Do me a favour, babe?" Niall was quick to be up, searching through Louis' bag, all of them familiar with where their toys were by now. He came back with the malleable silicone ring and took Zayn's hard on in his hand, making the bottom boy hiss.

Niall gave him a few perfunctory tugs as he fit the ring around his base and balls. The colour instantly intensified, Zayn's cock getting a shade darker with no blood flow. "You're going to let us all fuck you like this, Zaynie," the blond cooed. "Just lay there and take cock after cock, and not even come until we're done. Fuck- babe." He smashed their lips together and squeezed over the wet head of Zayn's dick, earning a fruitless thrust of his hips.

Louis bent his legs back further, so they were laid against his chest, and pulled back only to shove in deep, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room. Zayn's moan was ripped from him, filtering into the air as his hands scrambled for the other three, a connection. Liam pressed two fingers against Zayn's lips, and the boy opened for him easily, taking them in and sucking. Liam growled at the sight, Zayn's eyes heavy and glassy, his lips swollen and pink from all the kissing, his shoulders and chest flushed with his arousal.

"Open up, babe," Liam instructed, and Zayn barely got his eyes open before Liam was pushing his cock past Zayn's slack lips as he pulled fingers out. The darker boy gagged for a moment before taking a much-needed deep breath through his nose and letting his head lag with Liam's thrusts. Louis pounded into his hole while Liam cupped the back of his head and pushed him down on his cock. Zayn thanked the heavens that he'd didn't turn down the cockring out of embarrassment because, without it, he'd be a shaking mess of cum at that moment.

Harry hummed and smoothed a hand down Zayn's body, landing at his pulsing prick and taking his drawn-up balls in his hand. Zayn gasped, only choking on Liam's dick more, and tried to bear down into the feeling. Harry kept his touches light, tugging, but not harshly, while he massaged his big thumb against the sensitive skin. "Better come soon, Lou. Zaynie's about ready to burst," the green-eyed lad teased.

Louis swore and his hips rocketed faster for a long minute before he stilled, hips pressed right up to Zayn's ass as he filled him up. Zayn moaned around Liam's length, eyes fluttering closed as he felt the wet warmth splash against his walls. Louis tickled a finger around Zayn's fucked open hole as he pulled out, just to feel the extra tightness, before falling down half on top of Niall, half off the bed. "He's perfect," Louis informed. "God, why did we let him leave?"

Zayn tried not to let his mind wander, he still had three more men to please, but the way they talked about him like he was their object got him lost in that space. Luckily, Liam was on the move, breathing harsh from Zayn's mouth on him, and he came around the end of the bed to kneel between Zayn's languid thighs. Liam just pushed them back open and, without a warning or adjustment, shoved inside in one long, powerful thrust. Zayn's mouth dropped open on a moan that only came out half way before being cut off with a gasp as Liam didn't wait to push in again, then again.

Liam was the sweetest, the gentlest, with all of them...outside the bedroom. But turn the lights down and take off your pants, and Liam turned into a different person. Fine by Zayn, for sure, because he had his ass sitting on Liam's thighs and he was getting so deep, so hard, that he could only give small ughs and bite down on his need to release.

"So fucking tight, baby," Liam mused. Not an inventive line, but hot nonetheless. "Bet we could fill you up with two of us, and you'd still be tight after." Zayn shook his head against that visual, toes curling against Liam's biceps as he swallowed down his moan. If they gave him two, cockring or not, it'd be over. He wasn't ready for it to be over yet.

"I think he wants it," Niall teased, pushing his thumb past Zayn's slick lips. "Do you want two of your boys to take you at once, stretch you out until your gaping?"

"Fuck," Liam cursed and scratched down Zayn's thigh as he came with a furrowed brow and shocked gasp. He kept pushing in, riding out his orgasm, as he whined, "Can't fucking say shit like that, Ni. Holy- He'd be so- swollen if you both- fuck him together." Liam pulled out and fell forward, giving Zayn's cock a painful amount of friction, and kissing the submissive messily. "Let us stretch you out until you can't take it, Z."

"Leeyum," he begged, voice a raspy whine. "Fuck, I-" He groaned and rocked his hips up, despite the painful hiss he gave at the feeling. "I won't last."

"Yes, you will," Harry assured him. "You will because you want all of your boys to get off using your body. You love to make us come, don't you, Zayn?" Harry curled his fingers in Zayn's hair and tugged, making the tan lad inhale sharply.

"I do," he admitted. "Please, I want you to come." He must look a filthy mess. Hair twisted by fingers and the pillow under him, lips shiny and swollen, eyes rolling back in his head, shoulders shaking from how turned on he was. "Fill me up."

Liam cursed, the sound buried against Zayn's skin as he moved down his body, kissing a path, until he got up and came around to lay against the headboard. Harry got up, and Zayn's hand reached for the loss of heat, but the curly-headed boy only gave him a smirk and settled himself between Zayn's thighs. "Liam, Lou, sit him up so Niall can get under him."

Zayn moaned and the others lazily did as they were asked. Liam sat him up, and Louis lifted his hips when Niall scooted over to lay down so, when Liam laid Zayn back down, he was spread out across Niall's chest, legs open on either side of the blond's. Niall's hands came around, one to flick over his nipple, and the other to palm across his aching erection. Zayn made a noise between a sob and a moan as he tried to rock into the pleasure with no leverage.

Harry stilled him a moment later and ordered, "Bend your legs." Niall helped him, hand coming around the back of Zayn's legs and peeling them apart to show off his wet, stretched hole. Harry hummed in approval and kissed the inside of his knee. "Already so loose, letting Liam and Louis fuck you so hard like that." Zayn keened, but kept his noises in his throat. "Relax, love," Harry reminded, "I want to see their cum drip out of you."

Zayn only clenched harder at the admission before consciously telling himself to open his hole, relax his body. Then, a few moments later, he felt the slow trickle of thick cum slide down his rim. The next second, Harry was growling and surging forward, lips latched onto Zayn's sensitive hole before he even knew he'd moved. Zayn groaned, hips giving a valiant arch against his mouth as he whispered tiny fuckfuck, oh, fuck's while Harry slipped his tongue inside easily and licked up the two loads from his bandmates.

He sat back up, chin wet and white sitting on his tongue, before leaning over Zayn and feeding him the cum that was just in his arse. Zayn's hand snapped to Harry's shoulder, nails digging in as he swallowed down the combined tastes of Louis, Liam, and himself on Harry's tongue. "Now," Harry allowed. "I can fill you up again." He backed up and looked down between them where Niall's flushed prick was sliding against Zayn's shaking thigh. "You want to feel how wet he is, Ni?"

"Fuck, Harry. Stop teasing," Niall groaned and shifted his hips to try and aim more towards Zayn's rim.

Harry couldn't help but lean down and give one more fat lick up the length of Niall's cock before leading him to Zayn's hole. The blond took over, moaning as he pushed in smoothly, slower than the others, relishing the heat sheathing him. Zayn let his head fall back on Niall's shoulder, lips close to Niall's ear. "So deep, Ni." Zayn arched his back, sitting his hips down more to take Niall even further, making the blond grip his thighs harder and bite at his neck.

"Your perfect body, Zayn" Niall mused and licked over the bite. "Harry come on, you have to feel how tight he is. We'll rip him open with two."

Ignoring Zayn's desperate groan, Harry lined up two fingers and pushed them in one at a time, next to Niall's dick. The heat was almost too much, crushing down around Harry's digits. He let his head fall to Zayn's hips, mouthing at the sharp bone there. "Perfect body," Harry agreed. "The perfect body to take two of your boyfriend's cocks, don't you think?"

Zayn only answered with a weak sob, his chest heaving in air. Harry scissored his fingers open as he pressed his cockhead to the small wedge of space he'd created, pushing in as he pulled his fingers out. Zayn's mouth dropped open, but nothing came out except tears falling from his eyes. Niall cursed over and over quietly, mostly to himself as he pressed his lips to Zayn's neck. Harry swivelled his hips in slowly, inch by inch, until both he and Niall were seated in Zayn's lewdly spread body.

Harry soothed both hands up Zayn's chest, rippling over his hard nipples and back down the planes of his stomach. "Alright, baby?" Zayn only gasped again at being acknowledged so Harry took his chin in a hand and made Zayn look at him. "How are you feeling, Z?"

Zayn scrunched his eyes closed and pushed out a, "Full."

Harry very nearly rolled his eyes, but decided sympathy was more important. Of course Zayn was feeling full; probably, his mind couldn't think about anything else. "Good full, or bad full?"

The dark-haired lad moaned unabashed and nodded in Harry's hand, "Good full, good full." Harry hummed in delight, smile spreading as he placed his hand firmly on Zayn's stomach and shifted his hips back just enough to push back in, making both boys under him moan out.

"If I take your ring off will you come now, or can you wait for us?" Harry asked.

Zayn slid a hand down Harry's chest, just his fingertips reaching, and shook his head. "I can do it."

"Of course you can, baby," Harry confirmed and kissed his calf. He carefully removed the silicone ring and made sure not to move until what must've been a surge of blood and lust filled Zayn's dick again. "Okay, Zaynie?" Zayn nodded and fisted some of the bedding in his grasp. "Good," Harry declared. "We're going to fuck you until you scream now, alright?"

"Oh, fuck," Zayn whispered and spread his legs impossibly wider.

Harry used the hand on Zayn's stomach, and the other wrapping around the back of one of his thighs, to start up an easy, slow but deep rhythm inside Zayn's stretched hole. Niall held onto Zayn tight, keeping him in the right position, and only rolled his hips minutely while Harry took over rubbing their cocks together in the hot tunnel of Zayn's body. He picked up his pace, fucking hard into Zayn, which had his boys gasping and crying out at the pleasure. Zayn's whole body kept tensing up, and Harry was sure he was going to come, but then, Zayn would grit his teeth and exhale slowly and wait for them.

"I'm gonna come, Zaynie- holy shit, baby," Niall informed them. He imprinted his nails into Zayn's thighs and tugged on Zayn's earlobe with his teeth harshly as he shook and filled Zayn's hole with his spunk. The hazel-eyed lad reached a hand up and combed his fingers through Niall's sweaty hair as he panted against his cheek, "Thank you."

Niall tilted his head and offered him a lazy, unbalanced kiss while Harry looked down at them, hips still snapping against Zayn's ass. Soon, Niall was hissing, and Harry knew he was oversensitive now. Good thing Harry was two seconds away from blowing his load, the tremble of Zayn's chest and the clench of his hole too much. He moaned Zayn's name and wrapped a hand around his lover's dark prick as he released inside his boy. Not two strokes later, Zayn was screaming and spasming through the waves of his orgasm, only held in place by Niall's firm grip.

Harry pulled out slowly, careful of both of the others and how they must be feeling. Niall released Zayn's legs and they went flopping onto the bed in a starfish. Harry fell next to Zayn, half on top of Louis, and pulled the sweaty, shivering boy against his chest, kissing the tip of his nose. Louis' arm snaked around Harry's waist as he nuzzled into his hair, and Harry could tell he was already mostly asleep, probably only kept his eyes cracked open to see Zayn come.

Niall curled around Zayn's back, hand sliding between his cheeks to rest the tips of his fingers against Zayn's hole, just to feel how, with every breath closer to sleep, his hole unclenched and their cum trickled out of him. Liam kissed Niall's shoulder and reached around to take Niall's wrist, bring his hand up to lick the white seed off his fingers before letting him go back to the warmth of Zayn's body. They squished together and ignored the searing heat of five men on one bed for the pleasure of the five of them in one bed.

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Also, I've decided to do a little kink series for some letters associated with my FG&C fic, and I need kink suggestions from y'all! Your faves, least faves, weirdest ones, dirtiest ones, fluffiest ones. Bring them on. I will consideration them ALL!!

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