The hotel ice machine was currently giving Zayn a headache, like one to rival Louis and Liam after a night out and they can't sleep. The Bradford boy rubbed his temple roughly. Nothing could make this night worse. They were meant to have tomorrow off after a three night stint of shows, but apparently management had a gig they just couldn't pass up. The boys had made plans for tonight, excited to see the foreign nightlife, but when they were told that they'd be expected up bright and early, Zayn knew he needed the sleep. The rest of them, however, decided fuck it and went out anyway.

Zayn spent the last three hours wishing he'd gone, missing them, cursing himself because, instead of getting to see Louis is his best jeans, hair done up, smirk on his face as he danced, Zayn sat in his hotel room and read old literature. Talk about regret.

He gave up on the ice, that he was going to use to alleviate his current headache, and walked back down towards their rooms. Just as he passed the elevator, it dinged and slid open to show the man he'd just been thinking of laughing loudly- obviously wasted- and hanging off of some eager, dark-haired girl. When he noticed Zayn standing there with a frown, he let out a happy "Mate!" and stumbled forward to hug him. Zayn's arms instinctively went around the lad's waist to hold him up.

"Alright, Lou?"

"Faaaantastic," he slurred and bit down on Zayn's shoulder.

The taller lad flinched in surprise and held Louis at arm's length. "Where are the lads? You didn't drive did you?"

Louis scoffed and reached in for another hug. Zayn couldn't deny him. "Of course not. I had a car come for me. The lads stayed behind, but I got this beauty," he flicked a thumb behind him at the girl still waiting patiently, clearly not as intoxicated as the blue-eyed boy, "to go home with me so I figured I should get on that before she realizes I'm not very nice."

"You're nice," she tried.

"Not now, love. I'm talking to my mate."

Zayn sent the girl an apologetic look and sighed at his crush and best mate. "Okay, well, why don't you get to your room. Make sure she gets a ride home after, okay?"

"Who?" Louis asked, eyes lingering dazedly on Zayn's face.

Zayn turned Louis around to see the girl roll her eyes. "The bird you brought back."

"Oh, right. Hey, wanna come give me a blowie?" Louis took her hand and started pulling her down the hall towards his suite.

"Give as good as you get!" Zayn sent as his last ditch piece of advice, before Louis and his conquest disappeared.

His younger mate wasn't actually a dick, but he could've fooled Zayn right then. He was never like that the boys. Or to anyone in general. His mum would have a conniption. For some reason, when it came to late night one-offs, Louis always got this big, bad douche vibe. When that happened, Zayn just tried to stay out of his way. He never wanted to see Louis like that.

A few more lonely minutes in the hall and Zayn could hear the low, familiar sounds of Louis in bed. A soundtrack he'd heard too many times to count- through hotel walls, recorded by one of the boys as a joke, exaggerated in recounts of the night before. It wasn't something he'd ever admit to memorizing, but if he could guess- which he could- then Louis was faking most of it. For whom, Zayn wasn't sure. The bird didn't seem too interested in any praise from Louis.

What a dumb broad. Who wouldn't want-

Zayn just sighed heavily and headed towards the noises, stopping at his room a couple over from Louis' and giving one last glance at the shut door before going inside.

***

"Come on, Tommo! Give us more than that," Liam pleaded and shook Louis' shoulder.

Louis brushed him off and shrugged. "Nothing to tell, mate. Honestly, I don't even remember much."

A lie.

Louis always remembered, even if he didn't want to. But it was easier to say he had a vaguely good time then explain that he got the girl on her knees, let his mind wander, and then sent her on her way with a pat on the back. It was easier than admitting that he felt gross the whole night and the next morning for being so awful to her, but that, if she'd stayed even another minute, he would've screamed.

"Shame," Niall mused. "I bet she was great. With tits like those, how could she not be?"

Harry walked in, bed head swirling around his sleepy eyes. "Can we keep the objectifying to a minimum before breakfast, please?"

"Someone's jealous," Niall teased and slapped his bum as he walked by. Harry chose to ignore the comment with a simple roll of his eyes.

"Why are we jealous?" Zayn inquired sleepily, hair adorably messy and joggers hung low on his hips as we followed Harry in.

"'Cause Tommo got his dick wet last night," Niall supplied.

"Can we not talk about my mate like that?" Zayn asked, "playing" at offended as he came over and petted Louis' fluffy hair.

"What? Can't I be proud?" Liam urged. "He took home one of the fittest girls we've seen in awhile. Good on him."

Zayn tried, he tried, to keep his disgust from showing. But he felt his face scrunching up, his lip curling, even as Liam reached over to high five a minimally enthusiastic Louis. He had to get out of there. With a quick cough, he turned and started walking away.

"Z, where you going? I saved you a poppyseed muffin before the curly goliath could steal it," Louis informed him.

Zayn softened at the gesture but resolutely kept walking. "Thanks, Lou. Not hungry."

***

The interview was a waste of time. They asked the same six questions as the last four interviews and couldn't even get their names right for half of it. By the end, Louis was happily answering to Niall and Zayn claimed Anne as his mum. Just for fun.

Back at the hotel, the boys finally had the rest of the day and the next day off. First on the to-do list? Group FIFA.

They all gathered in Louis' suite where the console was set up. Harry was making everyone tea while Niall and Louis were busy fighting over who would get to have Messi in their lineup. Zayn was tucked warmly into the corner of the couch with his toes buried under Louis' warm bum. He physically had to resist wiggling his toes just to feel the way it moved.

He definitely needed more sleep.

Watching Louis' eyes scrunched tight as his smile spread, Zayn couldn't help but get a little dreamy. They always teased that Zayn was the sensitive one, but really, he wanted to write poetry about Louis' smile.

"Tell him, Zayn," Louis requested.

He was brought from his reverie to see the three boys on the couch looking to him. "Um, yeah, Lou. Of course." It didn't matter what he was asking for, Zayn would agree anyway.

"See! The best looking member gets first pick. So if Zayn were playing he'd go first, obviously." The rest nodded at the statement. "And then me, then the rest of you horrid, ugly men."

"Oi. Watch it!" Niall shot back. "See if I'll be your wingman next time." The blond crossed his arms pitifully. "Doubt you'd pull any bird if I weren't there to stop you from talking about Zayn all night when you're smashed."

The hazel-eyed lad perked up at that. "What?"

"Nothing! Niall's just being a twat," Louis hurried to say. To his defense, Niall did look sheepish and gave Louis an apologetic look.

Zayn had missed most of the argument, distracted again by the feel of Louis' warm bum against his toes. But it was something about him. "What about me?" he asked again.

Harry came in with a tray full of cups of tea. He set it on the table and came over to give Zayn a kiss on the forehead. "We're all in love with you. What else is new?"

Zayn waved him off, embarrassed at the compliment. When he looked back down, Louis was staring intently at his controller, face angry for some reason Zayn couldn't fathom. Did he do something?

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly. Louis was exceedingly chipper, especially when someone mentioned pulling again tonight. Zayn didn't really want to hear the rest of that conversation, so he burrowed down into the couch and closed his eyes, intent on catching some z's if they were going out that night.

Soon, he felt the added warmth of a blanket pulled over him, then tucked in, and peeked an eye open to see Louis position his feet back under his thigh and settling down to play another round. Zayn's smile was hidden under the extra layer luckily, but he swore the heat of it could be felt through the entire room.

***

When he woke, the room was quiet. Too quiet for four lads. Especially those four. He yawned and sat up to find Louis on his laptop, legs extended with his feet covered under the blanket Zayn was using. The blue-eyed boy saw him move and gave him a smile.

"Sleep well, princess?"

"Fuck off," he croaked, voice raspy from the nap. "Where'd everyone go?"

"Left about a half hour ago. Said something about dinner, but I wasn't hungry, and I didn't want to leave you alone here."

"You didn't have to. I could've just gone back to my room," he informed while he started getting up.

Louis was on him quick, pushing him back to lay down and sitting beside his chest on the edge of the couch. "It's fine. I don't mind." The twiddling of his fingers told Zayn he had more to say. "Also, I sort of wanted to apologize...for last night. I know I was a bit," he lifted his eyes to the ceiling, looking for the word, "crude. I don't want you to think I treat people like- I was drunk, ya know?"

"I know," Zayn allowed.

"Yeah, and thanks for not, like, throwing me under the bus in front of the boys."

Zayn sat up a bit and put a hand on Louis' bouncing thigh. "I wouldn't do that, Lou. I know you didn't mean it. Plus, what you do on your own," he waved a hand around, "time is none of my business."

"Right, yeah. Thanks."

"Sure, mate." Zayn didn't know how else to reassure him that he didn't need Zayn's approval. Even though he already had it. Zayn could feel the room getting tense, didn't want that before they were meant to go out, so he flipped the blanket back and sat up fully.

Louis reached a hand out to stop him from leaving. "Okay, but..." He made a frustrated sound. "You know me. You know I'm not like that, yeah? I don't know why I always act like that."

The older lad nodded, determined look on his face. "I do know you, and I know that. Like I said, it's none of my business."

"It's important to me, alright?" Louis spat, surprising even himself. "I need you to know that I would treat- I know how to treat a woman, is all."

Zayn smoothed a hand up Louis' arm and let his forehead fall to Louis' shoulder, his next words whispered deep into his skin. "I know you, and I know how big your heart is." He tilted his head up, nose brushing along Louis' jaw and cheek until they were looking directly at each other. "I have no doubt you would treat me right." There it was. Out there. If it went to shit, Zayn could always claim ignorance, say that wasn't how he meant it, but he prayed that Louis wouldn't hit him.

Louis let his defenses fall, smile creeping across his lips. "Yeah, yeah I- I would."

Nodding again, Zayn squeezed Louis' bicep. "I have no doubt."

The kiss should've been expected, but Zayn was sort of lost in the blue eyes gazing at him intently. Though the feeling of two soft lips against his trumped that, making Zayn's eyes fall shut. He sighed into the kiss and leaned forward for more. Louis bit down on his lip, pulling it in his mouth as a hand came up and clawed at the back of Zayn's hair.

Panic started to settle in. Reminders of last night, of so many nights before- Louis bringing girls back, the sounds of them pleasing him, making him come. He pulled back, gasping for breath. "I'm sorry," Zayn apologized quickly. "I know you're not..." Zayn sighed out sadly and shot off the couch, stumbling as the blanket got tangled around his feet.

"Zayn!"

But he was already gone.

***

"Zayn! Get your perfectly sculpted face out here! We're leaving in ten!" Harry called from the other side of Zayn's locked door.

Currently, he was sitting, dressed at least, on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall. Through that wall, and two more, Louis was probably playing something with a beat and shimmying into some jeggings. Zayn groaned and let his head fall into his hands. Why did he kiss Louis?! He knew full well that Louis was straight, got it thrown in his face every other night. Now they'd have to politely ignore each other, pretend there wasn't a weird thing happening.

If there was any better reason to get wasted and take someone home, Zayn didn't know what it was. He resolutely pounded a fist into the bed and stood up. "You're going out. You're going to find some hot bloke and get fucked. Got it?" Zayn nodded in response to his own pep talk and took a breath before joining the boys in the hall.

Louis was, as suspected, not ready. To be fair, if it took a few extra minutes to look like that, Zayn didn't mind. He came over and leaned back on the wall next to Liam, who threw an arm around him and shook him lightly. "Ready?" Zayn couldn't help but smile, Liam was always infectious. "You didn't go out with us last night, so you've got some ground to make up. I expect you to grind on at least five strangers, and then take one home."

"Oh, don't stoop to their level, Malik. You're better than that," Louis countered as he finally stepped out of his room. He was in skin-tight black jeans and a dark grey top- sleek, head to toe. Zayn only gave himself a moment to take him all in before lowering his gaze to the floor and then back up to Liam.

"Excuse you? Who was the one that took home a total stranger just last night?" Niall accused.

"Fine, don't stoop to our level."

"Actually, I think I will," Zayn admitted, to everyone's surprise.

"What?" Louis demanded.

Zayn just shrugged, trying not to shrink under the smaller lad's intense gaze. Liam gave him a slap on the back. "Aye, good for you, mate. Looks like we have a mission tonight, boys."

"Like he needs our help," Harry quipped.

"No, he doesn't," Louis muttered. Zayn didn't quite know what to do. He was trying his best to forget that afternoon, not make things more awkward than they had to be, but Louis apparently couldn't let Zayn off that easy.

***

The entire night, Louis stared at Zayn, glared more like, and then, when Zayn would try to interact, Louis would brush him off. He didn't know what to do. Tonight was meant to be for him. He didn't want to be stuck in that limbo all night. He needed-

"Hey," a thin blonde girl greeted. "Wanna dance?"

He had to be careful. If he saw even a flicker of recognition, it was a no. He was not in the mood for groupies tonight. But she seemed calm, just looking for a dance. "Yeah, sure, love." She flicked her hair over her shoulder and smoothed both hands up his chest before saddling up to his body. Zayn took her hips in his hands and started to move them together.

"What's your name?" she asked in a strong, foreign accent.

"Zayn," he answered.

"Zen. Nice to meet you. I'm Brit."

He couldn't even be annoyed. It didn't matter tonight. He wasn't looking for a bird anyway. "I don't mean to be rude," Zayn started. "I'd love to dance with you, but I'm actually looking for something in particular."

"What's that?" she wondered with a smirk.

"Well, um, a bloke actually."

Her face lit up. "Oh. This is perfect." She stepped away and put a finger up. "One sec. Wait here." With that, she was gone. Zayn rocked on his heels and gave his immediate surroundings a look. None of the guys were in sight, their security was at the bar and all the exits- he was basically left to his own devices. "Zen? Meet Cohen. He's looking for something particular, too," Brit introduced.

Zayn looked up, and then up some more, at the tall guy standing in front of him with short, slick hair and liner-rimmed blue-eyes. Hot, he thought. "Zayn," he greeted with a hand out.

"Cohen," the lad answered. "Dance with me?"

"Okay, then. I'll just leave you two to it," Brit tittered and scurried off.

They shared a look and then a chuckle. "She's sweet," Zayn tried.

"Very," Cohen agreed sincerely. "Also, my sister."

"Oh, wow. Supportive, too. Always good."

Cohen grabbed Zayn by the hip and gently turned him around, pasting himself to Zayn's back, but not moving yet. "She's great. Always finds the fittest blokes. It's like a sixth sense."

Zayn let one hand trail along the arm now wrapped around his waist as Cohen tickled his lips on the line of his neck. "I'll have to thank her sometime."

"I'll let her know," he offered and kissed the prominent vein. "How about that dance?" Cohen started moving against him, and Zayn sort of forgot how good that felt. To have a man moving against you, with you. He let himself melt back into the guy's strong hold and swayed his hips. They were dancing, and Zayn could feel himself leaving it all behind. Crazy how a hot guy and loud music can do that to you.

"Hey, there."

At the sound of the Louis' irritated voice, Zayn's eyes fluttered open. His hips paused, but Cohen kept them in rhythm. He felt lulled, almost mullified with the hands on him. "Hey, Louis," he slurred. His dance partner chuckled at that and kissed up his neck again.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" His voice didn't get any more pleasant, but he pasted a smile that could rival the sun on his face. It was memorizing.

"Yeah, sure, Lou." Zayn started to pull away, but felt a grip on his hip, then warm breath in his ear.

"Should I wait for you?" Cohen inquired.

Zayn looked back at the fit stranger, then to Louis, and back. "Probably not. He can talk for days." They both laughed at that, Cohen's eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Zayn just decided to follow his urges and leaned in to plant a solid kiss on his lips. Cohen hummed in surprise and curled his arm around Zayn's waist to pull him in.

"Now. Please," Louis grit out and tugged Zayn from his partner's hold. Zayn shrugged a shoulder and let Louis pull him across the dance floor towards the quiet sectioned-off couches. Once they were behind a sheer curtain, giving them some semblance of privacy, Louis turned on him. "What are you doing?"

Zayn flinched back in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Who is that guy?" Louis pressed.

Confusion. The one emotion above all others tonight for Zayn was confusion. Louis had been ignoring him all night, and now, just when Zayn was finally going to get some, Louis had a problem. "A friend. Why does it matter?"

"A friend? Zayn, you don't even know that guy! What if he tells someone about you?"

Now anger was starting to overtake the confusion. It didn't really matter why Louis was freaking out on him, it was pissing him off. "That's not really your problem, is it? I can handle myself. Always have."

Louis groaned in frustration. "I'm allowed to worry about you. You're my best mate!"

"It never had you cockblocking me before! I don't stop you when you bring home girl after girl that I'm sure are all trustworthy, right?"

"Things are different now!"

"How?" Zayn crossed his arms over his chest and grit his teeth. "The only difference I see is that you're too stubborn to let that kiss go. I didn't mean it, okay." His anger was making him lie through his teeth now, anything to make this situation go away. "Just let it go!"

"I can't! Fuck- I can't." Louis scrubbed his hands down his face. "How am I supposed to forget a kiss like that?"

"I'm sorry, okay! I get it. It was awkward and weird and you're straight- so fucking straight. I get it!"

"You don't get it! Dammit!" That time, the kiss was hurried, messy, and hot. Louis' hands were desperate for Zayn's body, grabbing at what he could to bring the boy closer. Zayn was shocked to stillness for the first few moments, but, when Louis growled and bit down on his lip, the darker boy sprang into action.

"Lou." Something desperate was itching in Zayn's fingers, making his voice a low, raspy growl. Another kiss, just because he could, before he pulled back. "I don't get it."

"Neither do I," Louis admitted but tilted his head in for another hard kiss. "I don't know why; I just can't stand to see you with that guy." His fingers crept into Zayn's hair and tightened around the strands. "I want you," he nearly whispered, but his voice was sure.

Zayn shook his head. "You don't understand what you're asking."

"Maybe not. But, please," he begged and ground his hips into Zayn's, "let me have this. Just for now."

The vulnerability of that request was clear in the pixie boy's eyes. Zayn couldn't say no to him on his best day, and today he'd been at Louis' mercy entirely. "You can have whatever you want, Lou."

"You." Louis turned them around and pushed Zayn down on the couch in their small space before straddling his lap. Their mouths connected, tongues sliding together and making Zayn moan. The Bradford boy rocked his hips up, reveling in the warmth of Louis' body on top of him. Louis broke the kiss and panted, "God, this is so different than with a girl. I'm never on top like this." He punctuated the meaning by grinding down on Zayn's lap. "I can feel you."

"Can you blame me?" Zayn teased and played the meat of Louis' ass in his hands.

"It probably means something if I'm so hard it hurts, right?"

Zayn's laugh was loaded with internal relief. "Probably. Something good for me, at least."

"I figured." Louis laughed and reached a hand down to press on his hard on. "Fuck, it's been so long."

Zayn added his hand to Louis' and squeezed along the hard line of him. "You literally had someone in your bed last night, Lou," Zayn reminded him.

The older lad was rocking into Zayn's grip now, a little lost in the feeling. "That doesn't count. I can't remember- harder, Z- the last time I was actually attracted to someone I took back." He huffed and brought his other hand from Zayn's hair to his jeans as well, undoing the button and zipper before pushing a hand under the thick denim. "I never want them like I want you right now."

Zayn dug his fingers into Louis' hips and pushed the hand on his erection out of the way with the other. "Fucking hell, Louis. Let me touch you." Louis was quick to let him, taking Zayn's hand and pushing it under his waistband. Zayn wrapped his fingers around Louis' hot shaft, using the limited space to feel him from base to tip. "Get your pants down," Zayn ordered.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Louis awed as he pushed the material off his hips as best he could with his knees spread over Zayn's thighs.

Zayn scoffed. "I'm not diseased, Tommo. I'm just a guy."

"No, fuck-" Louis gasped when his dick was freed and Zayn got a better grip on him. "I mean I'm in a goddamn club trading handies with my best mate. This is like a fucking porno."

"Oh...well, yeah, you're right. This is insane," Zayn admitted. "But- damn, Lou. I really want to get you off."

Louis pushed through Zayn's fist harder. "Please do. Won't take much," the Doncaster lad leaned in and mouthed along the sweaty vein, right where Cohen had kiss him earlier, in Zayn's neck, "if you keep looking at me like that."

Spurred on, Zayn jacked his friend and bandmate off faster, twisting around the prominent head. "Just like that," Louis encouraged. "Yeah, Z, I'm gonna come." The lights were flashing through the curtain and the crowd was getting rowdy with the late hour, but Louis only saw stars and heard his blood pumping in his ears as he shot over Zayn's hand and lap.

Louis heaved in much-needed air while his let his forehead rest in Zayn's neck. His lips trickled along the line on Zayn's sharp jaw until he reached his ear. "Come on me," he whispered. Zayn's hips bucked up at the request and the shorter boy scooted back a bit to make room for Zayn to get his cock out. Louis stripped off his shirt and watched Zayn give his solid length sure, fast tugs.

"You look so fucking good, Lou," Zayn rambled as precome slid down onto his fingers. Louis bit his lips and ducked his head at the unwarranted compliment. "You always look so good. Everyone wants you; it's not fair. I want you. I want you so bad, Lou- fuck," he grit out.

"Shut up," Louis demanded and smashed their lips together before he could do something crazy like suck Zayn off. No one had ever been so open with him before, especially during sex. He moved down and took one of Zayn's nipples in his mouth, sucking softly. Zayn groaned and clawed down Louis' back, making the blue-eyed boy flinch and bite down on the hard nub.

"Fucking insane," Louis murmured and rolled the red, abused nipple between his fingers while he kissed across Zayn's prominent collar bones. "This is so- God, you're so much." He leaned over and licked across the other ignored nipple and then rolled them both in his hands. "Want to see you come all over me, Z."

"Shit, Louis," Zayn growled, hand a blur as his chest bloomed red with lust. "Gonna paint you with my cum, babe. So fucking dirty- shit, shit!" Zayn arched off the couch and let ropes of his seed splash across Louis' stomach and chest. He gave a few more shaky pulls as he caught his breath, trembling when Louis slid a thumb across his leaking slit.

Together, they heaved for air and basked in the afterglow. Zayn watched milky white drip down Louis' tan skin before the mischievous lad scooped up a bit and sucked it into his mouth. At Louis' hum of approval, Zayn could only let his head fall back to the couch and sigh. "Shit."

"So, that was actually really fun. And you taste different than me. Didn't know cum had different tastes," Louis spouted. "Learn something new everyday." Every word was slurred and lazy, Louis' eyes half closed as he laid on Zayn's chest.

"Today, I learned my best mate wants me," Zayn bragged.

Louis backhanded him but didn't move. "Conceited only ever looks good on you, love."

"My cum looks good on you."

Louis rolled his eyes and wiped the white away with his discarded shirt as Zayn laughed. "Alright, no more. I'm done." He lifted off Zayn's lap and tucked himself back into his pants. "I'm not the only one with stains on my jeans," Louis quipped and pointed to where Louis and Zayn's cum was drying on the dark-haired boy's lap.

As he was walking away, shirt in one hand, Louis threw over his shoulder, "Clean up and come dance with me."

***

It's finally summer for me! I can't wait to write my ass off! Already working on the next shot. Fair warning, this will be the last volume of these that I do. I will do between 30-40 probably so I'm still looking for requests to be sent. I might take really good requests afterwards, but I'll just post them separately and whenever I get to it. Otherwise, it'll be nice to write my own stuff again. 

For now, Enjoy! 

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