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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Anthony_Riach/Danny_Riach
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Danny_Riach, Anthony_Riach
  Additional Tags:
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Incest, Pre-The_X_Factor_Era
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-12 Words: 4538
****** Ghazal ******
by cyclogenesis_(addictedkitten)
Summary
     Ghazal, Arabic: a love poem, sometimes expressing love of home.
Notes
     Commissioned by and dedicated to s_hostages, with thanks to Nina and
     Gina for looking it over.
See the end of the work for more notes
Danny gets soft and philosophical when they smoke up and that’s probably what
Zayn likes best about doing it. He likes the way it feels, of course: the
heaviness in his bones, the way his brain slows, thoughts uncurling as they
may, the warmth that suffuses his whole body. The deep relaxation quells any
worries about his plans for the future, the rough boys always trying to start
shit after school, whether his little sisters are safe in the neighborhood. But
mostly he just loves listening to Danny talk. They’re quiet by nature, the two
of them, and it’s more noticeable without the sharp scatter of Anthony
chattering to break up the easy silence. (Danny doesn’t want Ant smoking, not
yet. Too young still, Danny insists, even though he was Ant’s age when he
started himself.)
Danny’s going on about a book of poetry he’s reading, Rumi, his favorites of
the ghazals. Zayn leans his head back against the side of the bed where he’s
sat on the floor and Danny, lying on his back on the bed, passing Zayn the
joint. Their fingers brush and fumble and Zayn sees smoke through his eyelashes
and feels the slow beat of his own heart, exhales into the thick scented air as
Danny quotes, “Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories
to God.”
-
Danny doesn’t smile in pictures so Zayn draws him doing it, notebook sketches
of Danny grinning wide and silly that he pins up on the walls amidst Danny’s
posters, practically hidden in the thick of them until Danny notices and
laughs. He thinks about being an artist the same distant way he thinks of doing
anything; he’d have to get out of town to do much, and Bradford may be a walled
medieval city for as possible as that feels. He entertains ideas of getting a
flat in London with Danny after school, bringing Ant around too once he’s
completed his own schooling.
Danny takes the drawings down but keeps them, a stack in his second desk
drawer. He offers up decent critique on Zayn’s art class projects, their
aesthetics differ but he’s always fair. Zayn tags along when Danny has
auditions, both for school drama productions and at theatres in town, Ant by
his side, both of them cheering when Danny’s monologues are good and even when
they’re not. Afterward they go for takeaway, Danny still burning off the
nervous energy, eating all his own chips and some of Zayn and Ant’s too.
Later they shunt Ant off to bed, easier than usual since they’ve promised to
take him along to the cinema tomorrow for his choice of film. Still Ant sulks a
bit, “I know what you’re going to do in there, the incense doesn’t hide it,” he
says, but Danny shrugs. Ant wouldn’t rat them out, he’s not like that, but Zayn
thinks they might have to start letting him do it too soon. There’s real hurt
buried in the sulking and Zayn doesn’t like the way it makes him feel, guilty
like he’s stealing Ant’s brother away from him. Besides, it would be fun to see
what Ant’s like when he’s high. Zayn doesn’t know how he got so lucky to find
one great friend and then get a bonus friend for free out of the deal, but he’s
glad of it, likes Ant as well as he likes Danny, if maybe a bit differently.
They use a pipe this time, dark swirled glass that Danny bought off one of his
cousins, and good Afghan weed, a familiar strain. Zayn’s not much of a
connoisseur yet himself but he knows it’s one of Danny’s favorites, likes
seeing how pleased he is whenever he can score some. It makes him looser,
funnier, more prone to casual touches.
Not that Zayn’s necessarily on the lookout for things like that. But he’s not a
proud guy either - it’s been awhile since he’s had a girlfriend and it’s nice
to feel a touch every now and then, bit of a cuddle to remind him he’s part of
the human race. Danny pats the bed next to him and Zayn sits back against the
headboard, pillow propped up against his back. They smoke in silence for a
little while, just the snap-spark of the lighter and paper crumple burn up of
weed in the bowl, soft exhales into the hazing air. Zayn’s vision blurs and
sharpens, narrows to the grain of Danny’s black denim jeans, expands to the
wide white ceiling as he slips down the bed, an easy slide down the pillow.
“Feels like my bones are melting,” Zayn says, then feels a blush rise in his
cheeks at the sound of his own voice, a smoked-out husky purr. He coughs, tries
to find his way up through the rasp. Danny raises an eyebrow at him, a hint of
a smile on his face. “Shut up,” Zayn says weakly, shrugs enough to knock his
knuckles against Danny’s thigh. It’s a mistake; now he’s met the grain of denim
with skin, and it feels too intriguing to stop himself rubbing lightly against
the seam of Danny’s jeans. His knuckles bump and glance off black threads, the
thick bend of fabric, warm denim over Danny’s strong thigh when the backs of
his fingers brush there.
There’s a hand over his, stilling his movements. Zayn focuses, takes a second
for his intent brain to catch up, widen the frame. Danny has nice hands, big.
Zayn sucks in a ragged breath, goes to pull away but Danny’s hand covers his
fully, keeps it there.
“Afghan weed,” Danny says lightly. “Always makes me horny. You?” His thumb
brushes over the back of Zayn’s hand, a casual touch. Danny’s sat the pipe on
the windowsill. When Zayn’s eyes stray upward, they linger on Danny’s legs,
higher, a scientific curiosity making him check out how serious Danny is.
Danny’s jeans aren’t very tight, but they cling enough for Zayn to see that
he’s hard. Danny scritches over Zayn’s wrist, light drag of nails bringing him
back. “Hmm?”
“Yeah,” Zayn says without much breath or thought. He usually agrees with Danny
about things. They don’t really fight much. Zayn’s fingers curl beneath the
press of Danny’s hand, wanting more, seeking sensation. Touch. Danny inhales,
lets him go, and Zayn lets his hand do its will, flattening to slip further up
Danny’s thigh, feel more heat. “You wanna fool around?” Zayn asks. It’s dumb
and inelegant, his voice still fired raw so it sounds harsh, dry with need.
Danny nods. That’s all that matters. He watches Zayn undo his jeans and reach
in, helps when Zayn struggles, lifts his hips so they can get his jeans and
boxers down together, Danny’s cock springing out full and thick. It’s a nice-
looking cock and Zayn could see a more daring and less lazy version of himself
squirming up the bed, lying between Danny’s thighs and sucking it down, but he
wants to learn it this way first.
He has to squirm up a bit anyway, easier to get a grip on Danny’s dick that
way, wrap his hand around and get a feel, squeezing at it to enjoy the hot
thick presence of a cock in his hand that isn’t his own. It’s something he’s
thought about before once or twice or maybe more times than that, late at night
in bed with his hand on himself. Not much he can do to control his own thoughts
when he’s alone and no real point to it; so what if he thinks about different
stuff when he comes, different people? It’s nothing he has to share when he
comes thinking about Katy Perry, nor when he thinks about Usher. Or his female
friends or Danny or Ant, for that matter. He’d never quite pictured this with
Danny, and he focuses now so he can remember it for later, props himself up on
his elbow and carefully strokes Danny’s cock.
He flicks his eyes up to Danny and Danny’s staring back at him, at his face
instead of watching Zayn jerk him off. Zayn thinks about asking if it’s good,
he isn’t sure if it is after all, but says, “Show me how you like it,” instead.
Danny’s hand over his, guiding him to stroke, it’s just another pleasure, one
that has Zayn shifting against the sheets almost absently, feeling the drag of
fabric over his trapped cock, hot and close.
It’s easier like that, nice to follow Danny’s lead, got a grip on him now so
it’s just about doing what Danny likes, gripping harder on the upstroke,
rubbing his thumb over the head the way Danny shows him. He’s so intent that it
catches him by surprise when Danny comes; it feels like ages have passed, like
he’d been jerking Danny off for an hour even though it couldn’t have been a
tenth of that.
Danny makes a rusty sort of gurgling noise when Zayn keeps touching his
sensitive cock, carefully detaching Zayn’s hand. It’s funny, so Zayn laughs.
Danny laughs too, always does when Zayn giggles, can’t ever help himself.
“You gonna let me return the favor?” Danny asks once their little giggle fit
has passed. He’s slouched down nearly onto his back, eyeing the way Zayn is
gently, helplessly humping at the sheets.
“Yeah, bro,” Zayn says, rolls onto his back and gets his pants down, cock out
in his own fist like he’s offering it to Danny to do with what he will.
“Bro,” Danny echoes, mocking him a little but Zayn’s not offended, just gives
him a goofy grin, too elated about it all to hide it. It startles another laugh
from Danny’s throat but doesn’t stop him from taking over where Zayn’s lightly
stroking, Zayn leaving his hand close to help Danny the way Danny helped him,
guiding him a bit. Danny catches on quicker, but he’s always been smart. He’s
great, Danny is. Zayn certainly loves him a lot.
It doesn’t take long, Zayn’s too close, too wound up from the wait to get his
own, and frankly Danny’s just pretty fantastic at this, good enough that Zayn
wonders if he’s not the first boy Danny’s done this with. Danny presses closer
as Zayn starts to fuck his fist, near enough to kiss but his better judgment
pushes bright through the weed fog, coaxes him to just cling a bit, curving his
hips close and ducking his face against Danny’s collarbone. The closeness spurs
him on, pulls little gasps from his throat, a moan when Danny does something
particularly clever with his fingers.
“Shh, my brother will hear,” Danny says, hot into Zayn’s ear. Zayn groans,
tucks his head against Danny’s shoulder, and comes.
-
Once they’ve started it seems stupid to stop. It feels good, after all, easy
and comfortable in a way that Zayn wouldn’t have expected first-time gay
experimentation to feel. He’s not as nervous as he’s been with girls, but then
he’s never hooked up with a female friend that he’s as close to as Danny. Danny
has a way of relaxing him. Also there’s the weed, even though they don’t always
smoke first.
It’s too easy, maybe, because they get lazy about hiding it. Like, lazy enough
that Ant walks in on them in Danny’s room, Zayn between his legs sucking
Danny’s cock.
“Close the door,” Danny hisses as Ant stares at them, wide-eyed. Zayn, lost for
what to do, swallows down more of Danny’s cock as if to hide it so Ant won’t
see, and accidentally gags himself on it. Ant steps in and shuts the door
behind himself, still staring; Zayn sucks desperately like this’ll be better if
Danny would just come already, encouraged by Danny’s confusing but welcome hand
on the back on his head, fingers threading through his hair. “With you on the
other side of it!” Danny says, voice as frantic as Zayn’s ever heard it.
This, of anything, seems to make Ant feel the most insulted. “Whatever,” he
snarls, and turns tail, slams the door shut as he leaves.
“Oh my god,” Danny says, his head thumping back against the headboard, eyes
slipping shut. He thrusts his hips to push his cock further into Zayn’s mouth,
so Zayn keeps going, still thinking of Ant watching them as Danny comes down
his throat.
-
Ant joins them in smoking up the next afternoon. When Zayn raises an eyebrow at
him, Danny shrugs. “I felt guilty,” Danny says, but doesn’t elaborate further
as he passes Ant the pipe. Ant looks confused but like he’s trying not to look
confused, so Zayn takes his hand, shows him how to hold the pipe and then
quietly guides him the rest of the way, sparking the lighter for him, inhaling
pointedly so Ant knows to mimic him. Ant’s eyes water.
“Keep it in your mouth as long as you can,” Zayn tells him. Danny snickers, and
Zayn elbows him.
Ant exhales suddenly, coughing out a stream of smoke, warm and basically in
Zayn’s face. Zayn breathes it in as Ant says, voice scratched, “You should have
told me.”
Zayn looks to Danny; it’s his kid brother after all, was his call to make.
“Sorry,” Danny says simply.
“Are you guys,” Ant says, waving the hand holding pipe at them, the bowl
threatening to spill over until Zayn gently grasps his hand, guides it lower,
takes the pipe from him, “a couple, or something,” he continues, voice lower.
“I don’t care if you are,” he adds quickly.
“Just a friends thing,” Zayn says, after glancing at Danny. They haven’t really
discussed it in that way; most of their exchanges on the subject have been
about things they want to try with each other. But that feels true, as true as
it can be. It’s just like saying they’re friends, full stop; it’s accurate but
doesn’t really encompass everything. There isn’t really a word for friends who
feel like home, but Zayn isn’t bothered about trying to find one. He knows they
know.
Ant, unexpectedly, pouts a bit and says, “I’m your friend too.”
“Huh,” Danny says. He looks to his brother, and then to Zayn, appraising.
Zayn’s mouth is still dropped open slightly in surprise when Ant darts in and
catches him in a kiss. You kiss differently than your brother, Zayn thinks
absurdly, but by then he’s in the middle of it, kissing back. Ant’s eager and
it’s sweet, Zayn likes it, enjoys the kiss and enjoys Danny watching it. He has
to be the one to pull away, a giggle bursting out as his best friends look at
him, Ant blushing, Danny amused.
“This’ll make it easier to all hang out,” Danny says after some consideration.
Ant shuffles closer, his knee bumping up against Zayn’s.
Zayn nods, sparks the lighter.
-
They’ve talked about fucking, Zayn and Danny have, in the abstract at least.
(Danny’s casual, “Dunno if I’d wanna get fucked,” and Zayn’s even more casual,
“I might, yeah.” They sat in brooding silence for some minutes after until Ant
brought in some of their mum’s homemade samosas left over from the night
before, and Zayn ate three and tried to pretend he’d forgot about it.) It stays
on Zayn’s mind even as they start to navigate fooling around with each other,
three now instead of two.
It’s Ant that brings it up again, all of them piled on the bed, Zayn and Danny
propped up against the headboard, lazy and shirtless with Ant snuggled between
them with his head on Zayn’s thigh. “Have you two fucked?” he asks. He drums
his fingers over the light outlines of his abs, smearing Zayn’s come there as
they all try to get their breath back.
“Not yet,” Danny tells him.
Ant nods, looks up at Zayn. “Can I watch when you do?”
-
You can’t really go on a date with two people, but it kind of feels like a date
when Zayn shows up at the Riach residence on a Friday night when their mum’s
taken the late shift. At school Danny had bitten his lip, said Zayn should come
over after dark and they’d have dinner and hang out or whatever, Ant next to
him looking eager and nervous like he wasn’t sure if Zayn would agree. But of
course Zayn did, and he’s not the only one who got a bit spruced up, all of
them eyeing each other at the dinner table, a bottle of white wine split
between them (god knows where Danny got it, Zayn’s not even sure any of them
like wine) over good, garlic-less Italian.
Danny’s gone for an awfully long time as Ant and Zayn clean up, but it makes
sense afterward when Zayn pauses at the door of his room. There are so many
candles lit that the whole room is flamed gold, Danny smiling uncertainly in
the flickering light as Ant wraps his arms around Zayn’s waist from behind,
arches up on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
“This is nice,” Zayn tells him, and Danny’s smile brightens, so lovely that
Zayn tries to memorize it, wanting to draw him later just like this. Danny
steps forward and kisses him on the mouth, his hand on his brother’s shoulder
in a fond squeeze as they hold onto Zayn together.
It should feel strange but it doesn’t, somehow, the romance of it, candles
where before there’d been harsh afternoon light, the vague buzz of wine instead
of the slow warm headache of weed. It just feels nice, being taken care of in a
way. It’s been awhile since it’s felt like Danny and Ant wanted to impress him
and it’s a pleasant feeling to be wooed like this.
Still, Danny and Ant look so serious, Zayn can’t help but exhale with their
arms around him and say, “So, you guys wanna play FIFA?”
There’s a pause, and then Zayn’s being squeezed around the middle by both of
them, Danny laughing in his ear as he tells Zayn, “You’re a funny lad.” They
manhandle Zayn to the bed easily enough, get him down on his back laughing and
then Ant kisses him, sweet and sincere as always. Zayn starts to strip off and
they follow, eager now, unselfconscious about getting naked with each other in
a way that Zayn finds ridiculously hot, honestly. It’s like a sexy twins
fantasy with them, not that Zayn would ever say so because they’d probably take
the piss for the next week and justifiably so.
“We can fuck, if you want,” Ant says, nuzzling Zayn’s chest and licking at a
nipple as Danny settles beside them.
Danny pokes Ant’s bare side. “I was gonna say something more romantic than
that.” He shrugs at Zayn, and Zayn just grins back.
“We can fuck romantically,” Ant mumbles into Zayn’s ribs, opening his mouth and
scraping his teeth over one, making Zayn squirm. Ant’s good with his mouth,
good at doing all sorts of things with it. Zayn slips his hand over the back of
Ant’s neck, guides him lower so Ant licks at his cock.
“Yeah, want that,” Zayn says, groans as Ant takes him into his mouth. He
spreads his legs, Danny kissing him on the cheek and then grabbing the lube,
slicking his fingers up. They’ve done that at least, a bit of fingering just to
see how it is. Turns out it’s great. Zayn makes a huffy noise when Danny
doesn’t get between his legs fast enough, and Danny flashes a knowing little
grin at him, almost enough to make Zayn kick at him in retribution but he
really wants to get fucked. He gives Danny a hot look instead, eyelids half-
lowered, licking his lips. Danny goes where Zayn wants him.
Ant doesn’t seem inclined to move so neither of them make him, Zayn just
carefully lifting his hips so Danny can get between his cheeks, stroking over
his hole as Ant keeps sucking him. Danny pushes a finger in and Zayn moans,
shifts back into it, Ant licking at his cock and then leaning up to peer
curiously at what Danny’s doing. “You wanna help?” Danny asks Ant, and Ant
nods, holds out his fingers for his brother to slick them up with lube, Danny
stroking it over Ant’s fingers with care. He guides them lower, Ant rubbing at
Zayn’s hole where Danny’s finger is already sunk in, then pushing, pushing
until his slides in too, both of them fingerfucking Zayn together. Zayn just
tries not to pass out. It’s stupid hot, the two of them touching him like this.
He hopes he can hold off coming until he’s fucked at least.
He must look out of it, fuck drunk already because Danny raises an eyebrow at
him, taps his hipbone like he needs to get Zayn’s attention. “Which one of us
do you want to fuck you?” he asks.
Oh. Right. That honestly hadn’t occurred to Zayn. He’d just assumed it would be
Danny, since they’d sort of discussed it, but he thought Ant might want to
eventually. They both could, though. “Both of you,” Zayn says.
Ant’s fingers go still from their easy stroke inside Zayn. “Really?” he asks.
He looks thrilled.
“Yeah,” Zayn says, shrugging like it’s no big deal, letting his best friends
have at him like that. He feels a little tickle of nervousness, but it’s not
like they won’t be careful. “Ant first,” he says impulsively. The bright grin
that crosses Ant’s face makes it worth it, and how he slips out, moves to kiss
Zayn long and hard. He can feel Ant’s cock against his hip, knows it’s nice,
thick and curved a bit. He thinks he’ll like it inside him. It only seems right
that Ant should get to have something first for once.
It’s clear Danny gets it, he’s smiling at them when Ant breaks the kiss, and he
moves back, lets Ant take his place between Zayn’s spread legs. “Be careful
with him,” Danny says gruffly, moving to lie down next to Zayn. Zayn’s not
really sure which one of them he was talking to. He leans in for a kiss and
Zayn gives him one, his eyes closed so he’s just feeling all of it, Danny’s
mouth on his, Ant stroking his thighs, coaxing him open.
Ant fists his cock, hesitates. “Condoms, right?” he asks. “I mean not that I -
I haven’t ever. So. Nothing to worry about there.” His cheeks color faintly.
“You don’t have to,” Zayn says, blushes a little himself. He’s kind of into it,
the thought of both of them coming in him. Being all full up with them that
way.
“Okay,” Ant says. He breathes out, smiles at Zayn as he slicks his cock up,
gets up close. He bites his lip, rubs the head of his cock over Zayn’s hole and
Zayn meets the touch, exhaling. It’s an easy push and then Ant’s sliding into
him, going slow like he’s the one that needs to adjust to it, not Zayn, and
Zayn lets him, closes his eyes so he can focus on the fullness of it, how good
it feels.
“Go slow,” Danny tells Ant, and Ant looks at him, nods, starts thrusting
carefully. He keeps his eyes on Zayn as he fucks him, and it’s nice, an anchor,
gives Zayn something to focus on. He strokes lazily at his own cock until Danny
taps his wrist, reaches and takes over. “Don’t come until I fuck you, okay?”
Danny says, and kisses Zayn’s cheek. Zayn nods, tilts his head back. He arches
up into Danny’s fist, pushes back onto Ant’s cock, lets himself ride it like a
good high.
It’s not very long before Ant’s speeding up a bit, leans down and brings Zayn’s
legs higher up around his waist. “Gonna come soon,” Ant mumbles into Zayn’s
throat, and Danny stops stroking him to touch Ant’s shoulder, squeezing a
little and quirking his mouth in a little half smile. Ant groans and thrusts
deep, hot wet filling Zayn up so he squirms, bites his lip and clenches down on
Ant’s cock to feel it all.
“Still want me?” Danny asks, low and hot in Zayn’s ear.
“Yeah, quick,” Zayn says, shameless about it now that he’s had Danny’s brother.
He needs to come, he’s been trying to be good but it’s overwhelming, feeling
this much and trying to hold off. Ant kisses his shoulder, pets his hip as he
pulls out, snuggling immediately against Zayn as Danny takes his place, and
Zayn slips an arm around him, touches the back of his neck to coax him into a
kiss.
“Thank you,” Ant tells him, quiet against his mouth. Zayn smiles, kisses him
again, still kissing Ant as Danny pushes inside him. Ant licks at his lower lip
when Zayn moans, bites down lightly and then moves back, moves down his body.
“I’ll suck you off,” Ant says.
Zayn gasps, “Yes,” and puts his hand over Danny’s on his hip, starts to fuck
himself back onto Danny’s cock as Ant leans down to suck him. Danny starts
fucking him harder then, insistent thrusts that push Zayn’s cock into Ant’s
mouth, so Zayn just lies back and takes it, fingers entwined with Danny’s, his
other hand settled lightly on the back of Ant’s neck. They take care of each
other so well, all of them. Zayn rides it out, Ant sucking harder as Danny
thrusts faster, and Zayn can’t tell which one of them comes first; it all blurs
together, the wet heat of Ant’s mouth, Danny coming inside him, his body rocked
up the bed between them as he shakes and moans.
Zayn’s wet inside, a little sore now but even that’s nice. Danny pulls out,
settles down next to him as Ant moves up, cuddles back into Zayn’s side. “Could
use a bowl,” Zayn says, playing idly with Ant’s hair.
“Just thinking that,” Danny says, and kisses Zayn’s cheek before he grabs the
pipe and lighter.
-
“You’re making me jealous over here,” Zayn groans, watching as Ant and Danny
pass the joint back and forth. Ant gives him a teasing grin on the screen,
slowly exhales smoke into Danny’s mouth. Skyping them just isn’t the same. Not
that being in One Direction and doing their first tour is so bad, but it is
missing certain things that Zayn’s gotten used to. They’re dreaming of great
things and big success, all of them, but Zayn mostly just wants enough pull
that he can bring his boys out on tour with him. Show Ant and Danny the world
and all that, and get all the touch he’s been missing. Ant turns the shotgun
into a teasing kiss, and Zayn whines a little at the sight. It’s not fair.
“Come back then,” Danny says, ruffling Ant’s hair and pushing him back with a
laugh as Ant pouts, wiggles closer to him. “We miss you and all.”
“Yeah, we’re lonely without you,” Ant says, licks his lips and then breaks into
a grin. “Come back to us.”
“You know I will,” Zayn tells them, even though he doesn’t have to. They know
he’ll always come back home.
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