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works/2052969.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik
  Additional Tags:
      Watersports, babysitter, Shower_Sex, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-31 Words: 2168
****** Pee on Me ******
by hannahx
Summary
     written for this prompt on tumblr:
     http://1dfetusfics.tumblr.com/post/61130544534/prompt-ziall-zayn-is-
     like-20-and-niall-is-14-zayn-is
Notes
     this is so rushed i started out so strong but then id been working on
     it on and off for like four months so i just wanted to finish it but
     i hope its somewhat enjoyable?? follow my one-shot blog on tumblr:
     wtfoneshots
 

It was lame-utterly and completely lame. Zayn knew that, but he didn’t mind. He
didn’t mind that he was practically missing out on his golden years.. his prime
time to party and have endless amounts of sex with loose, intoxicated girls.
And maybe he should mind, his mate Anthony reminds him everyday. But he
just..doesn’t.
He needs the money, yes, that is the reason he is doing it. Easy money. Watch
some brat for a few hours and earn substantially more than minimum wage.
Babysitting a thirteen year old punk definitely wasn’t the highlight of his
day..or his week. And Zayn definitely didn’t imagine that same thirteen year
old playing football (as Niall always does) with his delicious arm, back,and
leg muscles contracting every time he had a wank.
Zayn had a gig tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Horan had called a few days ahead saying
they needed him from 7:00 Friday night till 10:00 (which was Niall’s bedtime).
They had informed Zayn of where they were going but, like always, Zayn didn’t
remember and didn’t care. Any time with Niall was perfect with him.
He pulls into the Horan’s driveway at 6:50, and checks his leather jacket/white
tee combination in the side mirror. He had gelled his hair up into his usual
quiff and worn the tightest pair of jeans he owns.
Casually climbing up to the door, Zayn rings the door bell and tries to stop
his rather sexual imagination from clouding his thoughts any further. If he
could continue through tonight (as incredibly he always does) to control
himself, a rewarding wank would be in his future. The door finally opens.
"Hi lovey! Come on in!" A cheery Mrs. Horan answers the door with a very
noticeable amount of lip gloss coating her lips. 
“Hello.” Zayn hated how shy he was in front of people. It looked stand-offish
and rude; two things he certainly was not. He was just an introvert. Nothing
wrong with that.
"Ey, Zayn how ‘re you son?" Mr. Horan shakes his hand aggressively, but
nonetheless friendly, and Zayn lets out a shaky laugh. Niall’s parents sported
deep Irish accents just like Niall, but the boy’s was prettier. 
” ‘M good.” 
“Good. We’ll be off then. Nialls outside. You know how that boy loves him some
football!” Zayn nods with a smirky grin, thinking about how good Niall looked
with a soaked derby shirt on. 
-
“Bye.” He waves them off as they pull out of the garage. 
He had done this a dozen times. They trusted him. Idiots.
Zayn walks out onto the back porch to find the blonde-brunette boy juggling a
ball-Niall’s ball, a worn down well used football. Zayn smirks again. “Niall”
he calls, cupping his hand around his mouth.
Niall turns sharply at the call, and blushes with a friendly wave and smile at
the sight of his babysitter. Niall wasn’t a baby, and hated his parents for
sending him a nanny every time they went out. But, Zayn was cool. He played
football with Niall even though he wasnt very good and let him stay up way past
his annoying bed time and occasionally, let Niall go to parties with him. He
was more of a mate then anything. And a fantasy. But Zayn didn’t know that last
part. And Niall wanted to keep it that way.
"Hey Zayn! Come pass with me!" Zayn jogged over, his silver chained necklace
flopping against his collarbones. Oh god; Niall says to himself as his cock
twitches against his boxers. 
“Missed you little bud.” Zayns thick creamy accent flirtatiously plays with the
boy. 
Niall gulps, scared to tell Zayn he missed him so much more, and passes the
ball to the older man. 

-
 
They pass friendly for about five minutes before the two boys are aggressively
playing “1 v. 1” until it’s dark outside.
Zayn trips over the ball, and falls with a thud. “Shit Ni.” He winces. “You
win. It’s dark, lets go in.”
Niall cockily grins, helping Zayn up, even though he knew he would win all
along.
The two walk back inside, talking about school and uni, and how gifted Niall
was. Zayn always made a point to tell Niall he was a special snowflake. 

“Race ya to the couch Malik!” Niall yells and takes off in a sprint to the
front room of the house. Zayn laughs at his late start, but somewhere along the
way, he winds up in front of Niall, and literally throws himself onto the huge
couch. Niall shouts and laughs and plops down too.
Only.. he lands with his arse against Zayns lap and freezes.
“Uh…sorry Zayn.” He awkwardly shifts, about to climb off the older boy. But,
then there’s resistance and he can’t move. Pressure pushes into his hips. He
winces. Looking down, his eyes widen even more as he sees Zayns hands
(beautiful oh so big hands) holding aggressively onto his boyish hips. A groan
escapes Zayns lips. “Ni- stop moving and just get off. Please.” Ouch. Niall is
almost offended. And definitely hardening.
He climbs off quickly and excuses himself, claiming he needed to shower. Which,
he really did. Only when he walked into the bathroom and finished undressing
himself, he looked down at the purple head of his cock and whimpered. Fuck. It
wasn’t like Zayn was going to come upstairs anyways.
He bites down on his bottom lip, making sure anyway that he could not hear
footsteps. It seemed the only noise was the sound of his heart pounding against
his chest and his unsteady breathing. Niall slowly rubs his fingers around his
head, collecting the precome into his palm. A feeling in his stomach shoots
pleasure into his prominent vein running down the entirety of his seven inches.
It makes Niall stop. It feels as if… he needs to.. wee. Fuck. He half mutters
half moans, and then thinking about peeing all over himself combined with his
usual image of Zayn fucking him into his mattress is so unbearably hot that he
grabs his cock with his dominant left hand and thrusts into his fists at an ugh
incredible pace as he steadies himself with the other hand on the counter. His
impossibly fast paced jerking quickens, and his head falls back and his back
arches. “Zayn” he mutters. “Ugh fuck Zayn make me cum baby. So close.” His
bladder is sloshing like crazy against his organs and it feels so fucking good.
And.. It happens. Nialls cock shoots urine out, the warm and thin liquid
coating his hand and cock. He moans, loud and slutty.
He doesn’t even care that there is pee now on the floor of his once pretty
clean bathroom and pumps harder now; eyebrows furrowed, mouth shaped into a
near perfect “o”. He puts more pressure towards the head and the sound of his
urine sliding with his hand is too much. He throws his head back again and
screams “ZAYN!” Hoping he hears him.
Zayns been mindlessly scrolling on his phone, throwing it down in annoyance,
and then repeating the same action most of the time Niall’s been upstairs. But
the whole time he has thought about how fucking adorable Niall really is, and
how he would like to take every last bit of innocence the boy has and swoop him
up. The thought of Niall being his- if even for only a second while he’s buried
deep inside him- is enough to forget about how wrong it is to feel that way.
Almost.
Zayn’s head pops up at the sound of his name. He doesn’t hesitate to get up and
check on the lad, not bothering to just call back. He wasn’t one to raise his
voice.
Upon getting up the stairs, Zayn can already hear something. He walks quietly
and slowly across the floor and smirks once he reaches the door. The door that
undoubtedly has the culprit of the noise and name calling. Without a second
thought, Zayn rips the door open (perhaps too excitedly) and Jesus is all he
can think as his eyes bulge and remain bulged. Niall stops in his tracks upon
realizing Zayn was right there and knows that the call of his name was for this
now. He looks up cautiously at his babysitter and sees complete shock written
on his babysitter’s face. He quickly removes his hand from his twitching 5
inches and begins panicking. “Zayn I- … I promise this is not what it looks
like..I’m so sorry-y.”
Zayn’s only been able to swallow thickly the whole time that he’s been standing
there. Guilt stabs at his gut as he knows that this is happening because he
always wished for it and the guilt is worse because he finds it much hotter
now, with Niall so flushed and embarrassed. This was his one and only
opportunity. But taking it? May even be too rebellious for Zayn Malik.
“Niall um..would you mind explaining what exactly it is that you were doing.”
The question came as a shock to himself, expecting the boy to give him a clear
answer. He’s thirteen for Christ sake. “Well… Um…” Niall is so embarrassed that
even thinking about thinking is going way over his head. He decides to pin it
on Zayn. “You know what I was doing ya dick! Why are you treating me like a
baby? I don’t need you to check on me!” Zayn’s fists clench up as he stares at
the boy. This fucking attitude was not gonna fly. Especially in this situation.
He moves closer to Niall, a finger firmly pointing at him. “Listen here you
little shit, that fucking attitude better fucking leave right now or I’ll make
you pay for talking to me like that.”
He pushes Niall back, watching especially how the boys cock jiggles still in a
hard stiffness as he falls backwards, barely catching himself. With a smirk,
Zayn continues. “Aw, is little Niall scared? Tell me Ni..” Zayn walks around
Niall, tracing his finger ever so lightly along his shoulders and back. “…is my
little buddy frightened because Zaynie’s being a meanie head or because you
were obviously thinking about me fuck the innocence out of you as you pissed
all over yourself?”
Niall just whimpered. “Hmm? And now you’re just waiting for me to fucking
pounce on you as I’m standing in your piss? Dirty, dirty boy.” “I-i I don’t-”
zayn chuckles darkly at nialls attempt in response. “Dirty boys like you need
to be taught a lesson yeah? Don’t you agree ni?” Niall doesn’t dare speak. He
just looks down at his still hard cock in shame. Zayn feels bad because he is
so very turned on and here he is humiliating his favorite person in the world.
It’s not fair, really. He sighs. “Niall please get in the shower. We’ll worry
about the mess later. ”
With a nod, niall hops in the shower, glad to have a curtain separating him
from Zayn. He focuses on the hot water rushing against his pale skin, but Zayn
doesn’t leave. In fact, Zayn hops in shortly behind him. “Figured since you’re
acting like such a baby you need some help.” Niall is wide eyed and trying to
hide how crushed he is that Zayn thinks he’s a baby. “Wha-” before he can
finish Zayn picks him up wrapping his long legs around Zayn’s fucking amazing
torso and rubs his cock against Niall’s delicate untouched hole. “Oh! Shit!”
The younger lad says. Zayn gives him a small slap across the face. “Im in
charge and don’t you dare think you can curse.” He then takes his cock in his
hand and begins probing the boy.
“You’re a virgin aren't you Niall?” He whispers in the boys ear. Niall doesn’t
answer and zayn doesn’t want one as he pushes now, opening Niall up. “Ah! Zayn
it hurts.” He winces, feeling the enormity of the older boys dick. “Shh, it’ll
feel good soon enough.” Zayn assures. “Gonna start thrusting. Please don’t cry
ok?” Niall nods, but is already tearing up from the pain. “You feel so fucking
good baby boy.” Zayn purrs, now filling Niall to the brim. “Gonna properly fuck
you now.” Niall squeezes his eyes shut, wants it to feel good so bad. Wants his
dreams to come true so bad. Still has to pee. Zayn thrusts hard and rough and
FUCK. Niall gasps,feeling an unidentified type of pleasure.
“Baby starting to feel god huh? Did zaynie hit your prostate?” Niall shakes his
head wildly, gripping zayns arm hard, his cock so close to exploding. “I’m
gonna cum Niall fuuuuck.” Zayn shoots his hot seed into the boy with one large
thrust and his body relaxes a bit. Nialls eyes are squeezed shut again an he
begins to feel relief. “Niall.. oh. my. fucking. god.” Zayn says, getting Niall
down off of him, watching with wide eyes as nialls piss hits his stomach and
now hardening-again cock.
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