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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Punk_Zayn, Tongue_Piercings, Car_Sex, Recreational_Drug_Use, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-10 Words: 8185
****** You're Cold and I Burn ******
by chasingxrabbits
Summary
     Just some punk!Zayn and 16 year old Liam to quench my thirst.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It seems to only get hotter as the summer drags on. Liam’s had an eventful
season, having his mother drive him all around for footie tournaments and days
of hard play and mischief at the river, all while swiping his too-long curls
out of his face as they dampened with sweat.
 
There is one particular day though that he just cannot stand it. Even with all
the windows in the house open and the fans running, he’s still dripping sweat.
From his bed, he eyes the air conditioner in the livingroom.
 
His father says not to turn it on because it runs up the electric bill, but his
parents aren’t home. He shrugs his way off the bed, flicking it on to high and
then moving to shut all the windows in the house.
 
He makes his round, starting with the kitchen and having to hold onto the
drapes as he slides the glass shut because they billow out with the hot, stuffy
air current. Next is the living room and finally he makes his way to the
bedroom his hands pause on the wooden sill as he peers out through the opening.

That boy is there again. The one with the jet black hair and the leather jacket
in weather like this and he’s sitting on the hood of his car across the street.
Liam can only imagine how hot that metal is - how hot that boy must be under
the direct sun, clunky black boot propped up on the fender.
 
The girl that lives in that house - Marcy, Liam thinks - is standing next to
him in a little white dress that comes down to her mid thigh and she looks
sickly smitten by his charming smile.
 
Liam’s seen him there before, chasing after her and it makes Liam a little
sick. Marcy is a good girl, high grades and sweet smiles. She shouldn’t be
getting caught up with someone like him - like Zayn with his smudged eyeliner
and his ear piercings.
 
Liam only knows his name because he’s heard it at school and though Liam’s only
just turned sixteen, a sophomore next year and Zayn’s just graduated, Liam’s
heard plenty of juicy pickings from the grapevine about him. Tales that range
from Zayn being the school drug dealer to him knocking up a girl from the next
town over and so on.
 
Liam knows he doesn’t like him, but he also can’t say he’s ever even spoken a
word to him. Above all else though, Liam just isn’t sure what to think about
the boy dressed in all black in the record heat.
 
-
Louis is jabbering animatedly by his side as Liam’s mom pulls their minivan
into the driveway. They’ve just finished a long day of football practice and
Karen had invited Louis over for dinner as reward for the boys playing so hard,
promising them tacos and one can of soda each.
 
Though Louis is a year older than Liam, they’ve always gotten on swimmingly,
even if Louis can be a little bossy at times.
 
Liam hops out, Louis following and heading for the front door as Liam pauses.
It’s just getting dark outside, so it’s a little hard to see and Liam thinks he
might have missed it if he hadn’t caught the bright orange cherry glowing in
the low lighting.
 
Zayn is leaning up against the door of his beat up car, only in a pair of jeans
and a tight black t-shirt as he brings the lit cigarette up to his lips and
takes an inhale. Liam can see Marcy scrambling up in her room where the light
is on, probably trying to get ready to go out and Zayn is waiting patiently.
 
Liam doesn’t have his attention, in fact it seems nothing has Zayn’s attention.
He looks so mellowed out with the way his body is slumped back against the
metal.
 
Liam looks up just in time to catch his mother following his gaze and her eyes
widen.


“Liam, get inside,” she scolds, tugging at his uniform shirt and pushing him
towards the door.


Liam swears he can see Zayn smirk at the ground as he’s forced inside.
 
-

At dinner, Zayn is brought up again as Liam’s eyes flick up from his plate as
his mother snears.


“I’m going to have to have a talk to Bob and Angie about Marcy’s little friend
that keeps hanging around. I just cannot stand his loitering anymore.”


“God knows they’d never approve,” Liam’s father says. “I doubt they even know
about him.”


“He looks like he just got out of prison,” his mother exclaims, eyes suddenly
on Liam. “Liam, I want you to stay away from him, do you hear me? He’s nothing
but bad news.”


Liam frowns a bit but nods in agreement, hoping that they drop the subject. For
some reason it’s twisting his stomach in knots.
 
-
 
Liam doesn’t see or hear anymore about Zayn until he’s coming back from the
park on his bike one day, football tucked up under his arm. He’s completely
parched as he lets his bike tip to the side and tosses the ball into his back
yard, swiping his curled fringe out of his eyes.
 
Zayn is bent over, digging into the back seat of his car that’s parked on
Liam’s side of the street this time.
 
Liam pauses, eyes widening as he sees Zayn pull out a messenger bag and then
he’s bobbing up, turning attention suddenly on Liam who’s standing there. He
feels like an idiot for staring but Zayn’s hair is all done up nicely and his
black shirt is clung to his body.
 
Liam instantly directs his eyes to the sidewalk, blushing a deep shade of pink,
he’s sure. He scuttles into the house with haste.
 
-
It happens a handful of times where Zayn’s eyes meet Liam’s, each time with
varying levels of interest on Zayn’s part.
 
Liam gets a stern lecture from his mom after she catches him watching Zayn from
his bedroom window one morning and she asks him over and over if Zayn’s ever
tried to sell him something, which of course, Liam denies because that’s
ludacris - Zayn won’t even talk to him.
 
And it isn’t until the next Friday night that Zayn actually speaks to him.
 
Liam’s parents are in the house, his mom making dinner and his dad watching the
telly as Liam’s sitting on the front step. It’s just starting to turn dark
outside and the street light flickers on overhead as Zayn comes stepping out of
Marcy’s front door, face set into a bored looking tone as he shuts the door
behind himself and saunters to his car - which again is parked just to the left
of where Liam is sitting.
 
Zayn glances up to meet Liam’s eyes as he approaches, but Liam immediately
looks away, flushing.


“Hey, kid. What are you always staring at me for?” Zayn asks, sounding more
amused than bothered. “Shall I take a picture for you so you can keep it by
your bed?”


Liam’s eyes widen as he squeaks in embarrassment. “Shh,” he pleads, eyes
flicking into his livingroom window where his parents are still going about
their business.


“Oh, that’s right. Your mum doesn’t want me around you, right babe?”


Liam, face now at least ten shades of red shakes his head, fingers fidgeting in
his lap.


“She thinks you’re bad news,” Liam informs quietly as Zayn pulls a carton of
cigarettes from his pocket and taps one into his hand.


Zayn hums, grinning around the filter as he leans against his car door. “She’s
probably right, yeah. Don’t I look like the Big Bad Wolf to you?”


It’s said in a teasing tone and Liam finds himself smiling sheepishly. “Well,
you don’t look very inviting.”


Zayn’s own smirk falters a bit. “How old are you, Liam?”


Liam pauses. “I’m sixteen, but how do you know my name?”


“I’ve heard your mother screeching it a few times,” Zayn jokes, eyes crinkling
at the corners in the least threatening way Liam can imagine.
 
He finds his eyes on the car then, raking over the interior. It’s a beat up old
thing, but somehow it’s so Zayn. Zayn must notice Liam’s affections as he
follows his eyes and then smirks.


“Would you like to go for a ride?”


Liam bites his bottom lip, brow furrowing. His eyes flick over to the window
again and he frowns. “I can’t. I have to go in for dinner soon, they’ll wonder
where I am.”
 
Zayn shrugs like it’s not a loss of his own.


“Maybe some time during the day?” Liam tries hopefully.


Zayn gives a noncommittal expression. “I’dunno, maybe. Better head inside
though. I think it’s past your curfew,” he snickers as he gets into his car and
drives off.


Liam is left, once again, not really knowing what to think.
 
-

It’s the following week on a Monday when Liam catches Zayn’s car pulling up
from where he’s sat in his backyard. Liam’s heart rate picks up as Zayn gets
out, meets Liam’s eyes and shoots him a wink.
 
Liam’s breathing stutters and he gives a startling yelp as Louis places his
hand on Liam’s shoulder. Liam watches his blue eyes following Zayn’s movements
all the way into Marcy’s house.


“Is that Zayn Malik?” Louis asks like he just can’t believe his eyes. Liam
shrugs without commitment.


“I don’t know,” he tries, aiming for nonchalance and missing by a mile.


“It definitely is,” Louis exclaims with a scowl. “Why was he looking at you?”


Liam shakes his head, trying not to sound defeated. “Louis, I don’t know. I
didn’t know that he was.”


Louis gives him an expectant look and Liam offers back a sigh.


“I- He’s just been going over to the house across the street and we talked
once,” he explains quietly. Liam is expecting Louis to over-react so when he
opens his eyes again and sees a quirked eyebrow and a suspecting smile, his
frown deepens. “What?”


Louis just shakes his head, smacks Liam’s arm playfully starts at a jog over to
where two bottles of water sit in the grass. He throws one at Liam before
drinking half of his own with a cheeky smile.
 
-
 
The very next day, Liam is heading out of the house to meet Louis and Niall at
the park around noon when he sees a sleepy looking Zayn, smoking a cigarette in
his car with the passenger side door open and his feet up on the dash. Liam
takes a few steps towards the passenger side and watches as Zayn dabs out the
butt of his first smoke and then lights another immediately.
 
When Zayn catches sight of Liam he puts on a grin.


“Hey, Zayn,” Liam greets gingerly.


“What’s up, kid?” he quips back, ashing his cigarette into an empty soda cup.
Liam’s eyes rake over the empty space in the seat next to Zayn and then to the
half open bag in the back seat where the top half of a bottle of rum is
visible.


“What are you doing?” Liam asks, lips twitching up just a bit at Zayn’s
incredibly relaxed form. He shrugs back.


“Just...,” he pauses, eyes flitting around lazily. “Hanging around.”


“Outside my house?” Liam giggles cautiously, pinkening as Zayn quirks an
eyebrow at him.


“Don't flatter yourself, babe,” Zayn laughs, slightly hoarse sounding from all
the smoke. “I’m just leaving her house.” His hazel eyes flick over to inform
Liam of the girl in question, even though Liam is already painfully aware of
who Zayn is talking about.


Liam bites his bottom lip and hangs his head a little to hide how he’s blushing
now. He huffs an embarrassed laugh as his curls fall into his face. “Right,” he
agrees, nodding as he half-turns to head off but Zayn clears his throat.
 
Zayn nods his head, eyes flicking to the passenger seat as he speaks. “You want
a ride somewhere, kid?”


Liam tries not to let himself show how much he indeed wants that. “Uhm, that
would be nice.”
His eyes suddenly lift to make sure his mum isn’t looking through any of the
windows before be slips into the car and shuts the door.


“Just. Hurry, okay?” Liam requests. “I don’t want anyone to see.”


Zayn barks a laugh. “You know, I don’t have to give you a ride.”


Liam glances up at him, frowning. “But, I want one,” he says slowly, smiling
assuringly.


“Good,” Zayn agrees smugly, lifting his feet off the dash and forcefully
shifting into drive, leaving the cigarette hanging off of his lips.


After they get onto the main drag Zayn asks, “So where am I taking you?”


And suddenly, Liam’s eyes widen. Now that he thinks about it, having Zayn drop
his off at the park to meet his sixteen year old friends that are all close
with his mum was a bad idea from the start.


“Just, uh,” Liam tries. “Surprise me.”


It comes out more like a question and he instantly hangs his head as the lamest
answer possible tumbles out of his mouth.
 
Zayn lets out a sigh that turns into a breathy laugh at the end. He reaches his
fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he starts to cackle.


“So you got into my car with no intentions of going anywhere in particular and
- do you realize you just asked me to abandon you somewhere?” he asks, voice
dripping with playful teasing.


Liam collects himself sitting up a little straighter, refusing to let Zayn get
the best of him. “Well, what if I didn’t want to just be dropped off? What if I
wanted you to take me somewhere?”


Zayn side eyes him with a smirk. “You want me to take you out?”
 
Liam can’t help the little tilt his lips take as he looks out the window,
shrugging because he can’t find a good answer.
 
He hears Zayn breath a laugh, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
 
They drive for a while, Liam’s cheek pressed against the glass as he happily
watches out the window and he doesn’t know where they’re going but Zayn drives
like he does. And Zayn must go through half a pack of cigarettes while they
drive, but oddly enough, the smoke never bothers Liam and once or twice Liam
catches Zayn aiming his smoke-tainted exhales out the window, possibly for
Liam’s benefit.


“Where are we?” Liam asks as he sits up straighter at a stop light, his
curiosity piqued.


“I’m hungry so we’re going to stop for food. Taco Bell, okay?” Zayn asks and
Liam shakes his head.


“I have no money,” he informs sheepishly.


Zayn shrugs as he makes a left and pulls into the drive thru. “Me either, so
order off the cheap menu, yeah?”


Liam bites his bottom lip as Zayn orders and then informs him that he’d just
like a soft shell taco with no tomatoes and Zayn shoots him a thumbs up as he
repeats Liam’s request into the little black box.
 
He pays for their food with three crumpled up dollars and a bag full of change.
Liam can see the cashier lady getting annoyed with Zayn, but Zayn only shoots
her a wink as she hands over their plastic bag of food and wishes them a good
day in the least enthusiastic voice Liam can imagine.
 
Zayn parks the car in a lot as it’s just starting to get dark outside and they
eat in near silence until Zayn lets out an impressively long belch from the
soda he’s been sipping on and Liam can’t help but laugh at it.


“I like you, Liam. You’re easy as hell to please,” Zayn says and even though
it’s said teasingly it sounds like a genuine compliment.
 
“You’re not awful yourself,” Liam replies, nodding as his curls flop.


“Not what your mummy warned you I was, huh?” Zayn asks, eyes glinting.


“Well, I don’t know about that. She asked me if you tried to sell me anything
and quite frankly, I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough for that,”
Liam informs with a cheeky smile. Zayn stares at him for a moment before
barking a laugh.


“She thinks I’m a drug dealer?” he asks, sounding astounded and looking pleased
as punch. “I think I’d be able to afford more than just Taco Bell for you if I
sold more weed than I bought.” He brings his burrito back to his lips and
watches Liam’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.


“Do you?” Liam asks slowly, as not to offend him. “Smoke weed, that is.”


Zayn lets a humored breath escape his nose as he chews and then wipes his mouth
on the back of his hands.


“Plenty.” He nods with his words. “Why, do you want some?”


Liam shakes his head quickly, eyes widening. “No, no.”


Zayn hums.


“Not right now anyway. I think my parents would know,” he finishes, stealing a
sip of Zayn’s soda as their eyes meet. Zayn looks rather impressed.


“You’d try it though?” he asks and Liam nods hesitantly.


“If you’d let me.”


“I think I underestimated you then, kid. Let’s get you home before your parents
wonder where you are.”
 
-
 
Zayn is smart enough to pull up a block away from Liam’s house, for which Liam
is thankful. There would be nothing worse than having his parents see him
getting out of Zayn’s car and then having to explain what was going on. That
could never happen.
 
So Liam fiddles with the hem of his jeans as he works up the courage to ask
Zayn if they could do it again sometime and Zayn agrees with an amused
expression. They plan to meet at one o’clock at the petrol station down the
street in three days and Liam gets out with a quick “thanks” and starts heading
for his house. He looks back and sees Zayn light another cigarette before
pulling away from the curb.
 
-
 
When Liam ends up at the gas station, Zayn is already waiting for him, filling
up his car at one of the pumps. He nods at Liam as he hangs it nozzle back on
it’s handle and twists the cap on his car shut. Liam follows him inside and
Zayn buys him a soda along with his gas and they head back out.


“I have to be home by eleven,” Liam says as he gets situated in his seat and
Zayn nods.


“And what does mummy think you’re doing today?”


“I told her my friend Louis invited me over to play Nintendo and watch movies
all day,” he informs. “But we can do whatever you want.”


Zayn smirks out the front window as he pulls them out onto the road. “Well, I
was thinking we could sneak into a movie or something and probably smoke some
bud and see how it goes from there.”


“Sneak in?” Liam asks. “You can do that?”


“Oh, quite. I do it weekly.” Liam smiles over at him.


“And you don’t get caught?”


“Not yet,” Zayn says. “I think it makes you appreciate the movie a little more
knowing you could get in trouble for it.”
 
He seems to think for a second before speaking again. “Actually, that’s true to
a lot of things in life, Liam. I know you’re only sixteen, but worrying about
getting caught is half the fun of everything.”


“Is that why you’re dating Marcy?” Liam asks teasingly. “My mum always says
that if her dad caught you he’d rip you a new one.”


Zayn’s laugh rolls off his tongue like chocolate. “First of all, I’m not dating
Marcy - every other day I sneak into her house while her parents are gone or
asleep. And second of all - I’m not afraid of her father.”


“You’re not? He’s kind of a large guy,” Liam prods, brows tipped up in the
middle in concern.


“If  he found out, it’s not me he would hate. Not really,” Zayn states.
 
“Well-” Liam teases but Zayn cuts him off.


“What he’d hate is the idea that his sweetheart daughter can’t wait to get
underneath me. That would kill him,” he finishes and Liam stares at him for a
moment, his cheeks flushing with heat.


“Oh,” he says, sounding small. “Do you have a lot of girls like that?”


Zayn turns to look at him and it’s a moment before Liam can meet the action.


“Sometimes,” Zayn replies, eyes tight like he’s not sure what to think. The
suddenly his face is breaking out into a shit-eating grin. “Why, hoping you add
yourself to the register?”


Liam scoffs, directing his eyes to a spot on the dash. “You’re mad.”


Zayn thankfully drops the subject as they pull onto the street by the theatre
and park. He ends up sneaking them in through a back alley and through a door
that leads directly into a movie that’s already playing. They quietly make
their way up the stairs and to the back row.
 
The movie ends up being a comedy that Liam laughs so hard at he has tears in
his eyes by the time the end credits roll around. He was so preoccupied by the
movie that he hadn’t even noticed Zayn casually slip his arm around his
shoulders until he’s forced to remove it as they stand.
 
Liam finds he was only minimally scared of being caught the whole time.


“What do you say we see what he can scrounge up for food?” Zayn asks as he
ushers Liam out the same back door and onto the street.


“Yeah, that sounds okay. I got ten bucks from my mom ‘cause I told her Louis
was going to order a pizza so I can buy today,” Liam offers and Zayn actually
pauses to look at him.


“That is awesome of you, kid,” he says, sounding disturbingly genuine with a
tongue that’s so often dripping with sarcasm and humor. “What’s for lunch
then?”
 

“You’re going to let me pick?” Liam asks as he puts his seatbelt on,
accidentally brushing the leather on Zayn’s hand where his fingerless gloves
end.


“Sure, why not? Better keep it cheap though. I only have five dollars.”


“Well, we could get fifteen things from the dollar menu at McDonald’s?” Liam
tries, laughing and Zayn nods.


“You got it.”
 
-
 
They eat like pigs, getting a sandwich and a burger each, two orders of fries
and they share a chocolate and strawberry shake. They decide on dining in this
time and for the third time, Liam’s eyes meets a different pair of unfriendly
ones from across the restaurant.


“What’s wrong?” Zayn asks, not bothering to turn and follow Liam’s gaze.


“There’s a gentleman behind you staring at us,” Liam informs, keeping his voice
down. Zayn’s entire face lights up.


“Well, can you blame him? We must look kinda silly, right?” he asks, looking
like he’s having a whole lot of fun dipping his spoon into his shake and
bringing it up to Liam’s lips. Liam just looks at it for a moment before taking
it questioningly into his mouth.


“Not only must I look like an absolute punk ass hanging out with a neat little
trimmed up boy,” Zayn says, eyes glinting as he leans into Liam’s space enough
that Liam can feel and smell his ice cream breath. “But he must also assume
we’re a couple.”


Liam squeaks around the spoon, releasing it once he realizes what Zayn is
trying to do. Zayn snickers as Liam’s entire face reddens.
 
-
 
Around five they’re back in Zayn’s car, parked in front of closed down building
and Liam is watching Zayn’s nimble fingers craft a perfect little blunt. He
brings the paper up to his lips and drags his tongue along the edge to seal it
before rolling it between his fingers.


“I’m going to assume with how nervous you look that you’ve never smoked
before.”


Liam shakes his head in confirmation.


“Alright, you don’t want to get too high your first time, so I’m going to
shotgun you.”


“What does that mean?” Liam asks suspiciously.


“Just open your mouth when I tell you to,” Zayn instructs as his fingers flick
a metallic lighter open and he holds the flame to the tip of the freshly rolled
blunt. He takes a quick pull the first time and holds it in. The lighter drops
to the car floor as he reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of Liam’s
neck and brings him closer.
 
Liam’s eyes widen comically as Zayn leans in and gives him a quick nod to open
his mouth and he perfectly catches Zayn’s breath as he inhales it in.
 
His eyes tighten at the smell and Zayn chuckles, “Hold it in for a second.”


But Liam can’t take the taste and coughs it out, bringing his hand to his lips.


“It’s okay,” Zayn assures, rubbing his thumb comfortingly along the spine of
Liam’s neck. “You want another?”


Liam nods, tongue dancing in anticipation and Zayn takes another drag, holding
it for a second before leaning in, his lips just inches from Liam’s, and
letting it out into his mouth.
 
Liam is able to hold it longer this time without coughing. It takes until his
exhale for him to feel the effects of the drug, but once it hits him he starts
to sway a little, eyes going fuzzy.


Zayn hums pleasantly. “That’s it, babe” he praises. “One more and then that’s
enough for you.”


Liam nods and when Zayn leans in this time, Liam simply closes the space and
connects their mouths, sucking the air right off of Zayn’s tongue as his whole
body starts to warm.
 
Zayn breaks off right away, laugh squeaking from the smoke as Liam slumps into
the seat, letting out a breath.


“Sorry,” he says, smiling back as his fingers start playing with the fabric on
the seat area between them.


“No you’re not,” Zayn denies, smiling smugly as he dabs out the blunt but with
care enough to save it for another time.


Liam shrugs, feeling pleasantly dizzy as he grins into the back of the seat.


“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”


Zayn reaches out and flicks the radio on, turning it on low.


“I like this,” Liam states simply.


“The high?”


“All of it,” he answers, gesturing out with wobbly hands. “I like hanging out
with you.”


Zayn smiles at him, hazel eyes all warm and happy looking. “M’Glad.”


“My parents would be so upset,” Liam giggles, fingers finding his mouth as he
plays with his own lips. “I wouldn’t be able to leave the house for a year.”


“Is that right?” Zayn says amusedly.


“Definitely. They hate you.”


Zayn hums. “See, there we go again. Do they hate me, or do they hate that you
want me?”


Liam pauses his laughter to blink at Zayn a few times. Shaking his head, he
says, “I don't think they know that I want you.”


Zayn offers him a devilish grin as the light they’re parked under flicks on,
set to a timer. “You want me, Liam?”


Liam bites his bottom lip. “I didn’t say that.”
 
Zayn nods. “Yes, you did,” he says and Liam suddenly feels the pitter patter of
his heart quickening in his chest as Zayn’s eyes tease him. “I think you have a
crush on me, Liam.”


He runs a hand through his hair as a fidget, curling into the seat a little
further, facing Zayn since they parked.


“I think you always did,” Zayn informs and knows he’s right. Liam, feeling like
it’s pointless to try and lie just nods in a small motion, eyes dancing around
Zayn’s face.


“I wanna kiss you,” he admits on an exhale, just loud enough to be heard. “I
want you to kiss me.”


“Yeah?” Zayn asks, using his teeth to unbutton his glove and slid it off before
dropping it from his mouth. He reaches his bare hand over and cups Liam’s
cheek. Liam nods against it, nuzzling his nose into Zayn’s palm.


“Please?” Liam breathes as Zayn nods, pulling Liam closer until they’re met in
the middle. The first brush of their lips sends little sparks dancing along
Liam’s mouth and he leans in to deepen it only to find there’s nothing there to
catch him because Zayn’s sitting up straight again, fighting back a grin.


“What, that’s it?” Liam asks and it comes out sounding rather more appalled
than he meant.


“For now.” He snickers at the glare Liam shoots him. “Calm down, champ. We’ve
got all the time in the world for that shit.”


And somehow that makes the knot in Liam’s stomach loosen as Zayn starts the car
back up. It does not, however, help contain the way his heart's beating
erratically and the way his whole face is a little too warm.
 
-
They drive for a bit as Zayn hums along to a station Liam would never listen to
and he rolls the back windows down to get rid of the smell of weed.
Liam ends up pretty sober after Zayn pulled a chocolate bar from the back seat
and handed it over. Liam unwrapped it and took turns taking bites and breaking
bits off to pop into Zayn’s mouth.
 
Liam gives a long sigh, eyelashes fluttering as he tries not to fall asleep.
Before he can even figure out what’s happening, Zayn is turning the car off and
Liam is sitting upright to dart his eyes around.
 
He comes to a realization that they’re back on his block and he gives a
disappointed hum.


“You’re tired,” Zayn states. “You’d best be heading to bed.”


He reaches into the back seat again and grabs out a bottle of cologne, giving
Liam a spritz.  It’s spicy and yummy smelling and Liam can’t get enough, taking
inhale after inhale.


“There we go. They won’t suspect a thing,” Zayn assures, eyes glinting
mischieviously.


Liam smiles at him, giving him a yawn with a glance at the clock to find it’s
only half eight.


“When can I see you again?” he asks, suddenly sheepish again, even after all of
todays events.


Zayn adopts a look like he’s thinking about it. “Whenever you want, I guess,”
he allows.


Liam nods, offering him a small smile. “Thanks for today.”


“You’re welcome,” Zayn replies simply, returning the gesture.


-
 
Liam won’t admit it, but on Friday evening he actually waits for Zayn to return
out of Marcy’s door after he saw the lad sneaking in. Zayn doesn’t take long,
but an hour later - when he does come stumbling out - Liam is not prepared.
 
He isn’t ready for the way Zayn glares back at Marcy’s door after slamming it
shut behind him. He isn’t prepared for the way Zayn looks like he just rolled
out of bed - hair all unkempt and mussed all over. And he really isn’t prepared
for the way Zayn meets Liam’s eyes out the living room window and instantly
snaps them away again.
 
Liam had been waiting for over an hour and Zayn thought he could just ignore
him?
 
Feeling a little hurt, Liam opens the door and makes his way outside where Zayn
has just shut the door to his car and is starting the engine. He’s already lit
and brought a cigarette to his mouth by the time Liam gets outside.
 
Liam walks right up to his window, pressing a hand against it and, without
looking over, Zayn rolls it down.


“What?” Zayn asks flatly, lips moving around the filter of his cigarette.


“Can I come?” Liam asks and Zayn starts shaking his head.


“No, Liam-” he tries but before he can even finish Liam is coming around the
car, frown set on his features as he gets in. Zayn lets out a sigh as glances
over at him.


“I’m not really in the mood for this right now,” Zayn warns, but it doesn’t
hold a threat.


“Why? What happened?” Liam’s fingers start to play with the hem of his henley,
fidgeting as he can feel Zayn’s eyes on him.


“Just. She kicked me out. Doesn’t matter,” he replies. “You’re not going to get
out of my car, are you?”


Liam shakes his head, finally glancing up and giving a shy smile in hopes that
Zayn will let him stay.


“Take me somewhere.”
 
-
 
It’s completely dark by the time Zayn parks the car, headlights face out over
the river on a quiet street. He makes sure to avoid settling under and street
lights, so the car is dark inside save for the glow of the buttons on the dash.
 
As soon as Zayn throws it into park and kills the engine, he lets out a long
sigh. He brings his hands up to scrub over his face and Liam bites his bottom
lip.


“Did she break up with you?” Liam asks, breaking the silence. He turns in his
seat to face Zayn.


“We weren’t dating,” Zayn drawls, looking out his own window. Liam frowns.


“Yeah, but does that mean you won’t be coming around anymore?”


Zayn glances over at him then, offering him a small smile as comfort. “Aw,
Liam. I’ll still have time for you.”


“Do you have time for me now?” Liam tries, taking on a teasing tone.


Zayn breathes a laugh. “I drove you out here, didn’t I?”


Liam can’t help how his lips start to curl up on the ends until he’s beaming.


“Have you eaten?” Zayn asks and Liam laughs.


“It’s okay, Zayn. You don’t have to treat me like a child.”


“You are a child,” Zayn teases. “Just a little bitty baby playin’ footie. I bet
your mum still makes you mac and cheese for lunch on Saturdays.”


Liam’s cheeks heat up as he scowls. “Sometimes,” he answers defensively.


“Still take bubble baths?” Zayn asks, flashing Liam his white teeth. “Rubber
duckie and everything?”


“Zayn, I’m not twelve,” Liam snaps, not actually offended but more than
embarrassed. “And if I’m such a baby to you, why are you asking about my
bathing activities?” He tilts his chin up defiantly as Zayn punches his
shoulder.


“Don’t go getting your panties in a bundle, ya little prat.” His grin holds as
he runs the knuckle of his forefinger along Liam’s jawline. “I’m only teasing.”


“That seems to be the only thing you’re good at,” Liam snaps, half-heartedly
dodging away from the touch.


“Oh, I see. Still a little sore about last time, are we?” Zayn asks, eyes
lighting up like he’s struck gold in the way Liam looks away, teeth worrying
his bottom lip.


“How about this,” Zayn says, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “You can kiss me
at any point tonight, but right after you do, I have to take you home.”


Liam huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes before his face suddenly falls
serious. “Any time?”


Zayn nods and it’s not a full second later before Liam surges forward, forcing
Zayn to catch him or be squished under his weight. Liam’s lips find Zayn’s
instantly and Liam probably isn’t the greatest kisser - he’s only ever kissed
two girls - but he is eager and he thinks that should make up for it.
 
It takes Zayn a surprised moment before he’s kissing back, laughing into it as
his hands find their places on Liam’s middle and lower back, holding him close.
 
Liam pulls back after a moment, eyes still closed as he revels in it.


“You’re a lot gentler than I thought you’d be,” Liam says as Zayn moves a hand
to run his thumb along Liam’s bottom lip before kissing him again. And this
time Liam goes all pliant in his arms, fingers wandering up to play at the nape
of Zayn’s neck.
 
Zayn breaks it off, pecking a final kiss to the corner of Liam’s cheekbone
before lowering him back against the seat from his arched position.


He smiles, looking a lot warmer than when Liam first saw him tonight. “Alright,
let’s get you home.”


Liam doesn't argue as he slumps back against the door and his fingers make
their way up to his own grinning lips.
 
-
Liam is sitting down to dinner one night the following week. He hasn’t see Zayn
since the kiss and he’s honestly been kind of busy, so it’s not a big deal
until he hears his mother speaking from in front of the stove as she stirs a
pot of soup with a beat to hell wooden spoon.


“Honey, did you hear that Marcy is seeing the football captain?” she asks, and
the question is directed at Liam’s father, but Liam can’t help but frown as he
pulls his chair out and has a seat at the table.


“Oh, really?” he hums back and his mother nods.


“That’s what Bob tells me. It’ll be good for her to finish out her last year
with someone a little more respectable than that boy that was hanging around
before. And he says she plans on going away for college after that.”


“Well, good for her,” Liam’s father agrees, bringing a glass of water to his
lips as his mum sets the table. “Liam, have you thought about school yet?”


Liam shrugs. “I’m only sixteen, Dad. I have time,” he laughs half-heartedly.


“I suppose, but it’s good to be prepared. Jay tells me Louis’ been interested
in art,” Geoff sneers. “Liam, promise me you’ll never go to art school.”


Liam nods. All he can draw is stick figures and he can’t act his way out of a
paper bag so he figures he isn’t really welcome there anyway. He’s seen Louis
act however, and it’s amazing. He’s in the drama club and he’s the lead in
every play of their school career. And Louis loves doing it. He gets so
passionate about making Liam and Niall be there for rehearsals so Liam can only
frown at his father’s teasing.


“Yeah, okay, Dad.”
 
-
 
Liam is all snuggled up in his bed with an issue of The Invincible Iron Man on
his lap. He’s read it ten or fifteen times through, but he hasn’t been able to
buy new comics for months due to his lack of income. He briefly thinks about
getting a job before the thought makes his stomach churn.
 
His parents had gone to bed - his mom at least two hours ago and his father
about an hour ago after saying good night and heading up the stairs.
 
He’s scared nearly half to death by a knocking at his window and he jumps up
from where he’s sat, sending the comic flying.
 
Cautiously, he steps over to his window and sees Zayn standing outside,
cigarette between his lips as he flashes a grin. Liam smiles back, trying to
calm his rapidly beating heart as he slides the window open.


“What are you doing here? It’s like midnight,” Liam asks like he’s scolding but
he’s actually tickled pink that Zayn came to visit him.


“You wanna come out for a while?” Zayn asks, flicking the ash from the end of
his cigarette. Liam frowns, holding a finger up to tell Zayn to wait a second.
 
He makes his way out his bedroom door, listening for his father’s snoring and
hearing it. When he returns to the window, he nods.


“They’re asleep,” he informs.


Zayn holds his arms out with a grin. Liam frowns, laughing nervously.


“You want me to come out the window?” he asks.


“They’ll hear the front door opening,” Zayn reasons and Liam knows he’s right.
Without anymore arguing, Liam swings a leg sloppily out the window, straddling
the sill. Zayn’s hands steady him under each of his arms as he wobbly pulls the
other leg through and is tugged into Zayn’s chest with an oomph.


Zayn snickers under his breath. “So graceful.”


Liam smacks him gently on the shoulder as he straightens himself and dusts off
flecks of paint that came from his sweats brushing the aged sill. They sneak
through the yard carefully and then down the block to Zayn’s car.
 
Liam climbs in, shutting the door and snuggling into the seat. When Zayn starts
the engine, the radio flicks to life, playing a CD thats kind of mellowed out
and soft in comparison to what Zayn usually has on.
 
He smiles happily and reaches out, taking Zayn’s hand to play with his rings as
they get driving. Liam twists the one on his thumb, rubbing over the deep green
stone a couple of times. He hears Zayn let out a hum and suddenly their fingers
are locked together loosely and Liam is blushing at the gesture.
 
Zayn parks them at the dam again but leaves the car running this time and they
enjoy the view for a moment before Liam speaks.


“My parents were talking about you at dinner yesterday.”


“Really? What did they say?” Zayn asks with only mild interest.


“They said Marcy’s got a new boyfriend and he’s the football captain. They
seemed happy that you wouldn’t be hanging around anymore,” Liam explains.


Zayn gives a long sigh. “Yeah, I could see that coming from a mile away.”


“What do you mean?”
 
“Girls like her - they don’t want me around for long. It’s like a fun little
thing to do to rebel against their parents and then they move on to someone
better,” he says. It’s calm and cool like Liam would expect, but he would bet
it stings more than Zayn’s letting on. He isn’t expecting Zayn to turn to him
with a sort of melancholy expression.


“And you’ll do the same thing.”


Liam scowls, eyes squinting. “No. I wouldn’t do that.”


“Yeah, you will-” Zayn tries but Liam cuts him off, shaking his head.


“Zayn, no,” he denies, scowling deeper. His chest flares with an offended
feeling. “Get up.”


“What?” Zayn asks, obviously confused as Liam unbuckles and opens his door. He
gets out and starts fumbling with the backseat door handle.


“Get up and come back here,” Liam commands, shoving a pile of clothes and a bag
from the back seat onto the floor as he crawls in. Zayn hesitantly gets out and
does the same and before he can even sit down fully, Liam is hitching a leg
over Zayn’s lap and squirming onto him. Zayn makes a surprised sound as Liam’s
fingers find his hair, gripping it.


“Look, I-. My parents hate you. If they knew I was even talking to you, they’d
have me sent to military school probably. But that’s not why I like you,” Liam
says, speaking so close to Zayn’s face, Zayn goes a little cross eyed. “You’re
not at all what they think you are, Zayn, they’re so wrong about you.”


Zayn’s got his brow furrowed, eyes open wide as he breathes steadily, chest
moving against Liam with each inhale and exhale.


“And they can gloat all they want about how you won’t be hanging around
anymore, but I fully intend to keep seeing you any time I can,” Liam promises,
keeping his expression as serious as he feels. When he speaks again, it has his
lips brushing Zayn’s. “I can’t get enough of you.”
 
Zayn lets out this low moan, hands finding Liam’s hips. Their tongues meet
before their lips and Liam jumps back, squeaking as an unidentified object
bumps into his mouth.


“What?” Zayn asks, startled and Liam can clearly see a little glare of metal in
Zayn’s mouth now as he speaks.


“What is that?” he asks and a sudden flash of realization glints in Zayn’s
eyes. He smirks as he sticks his tongue out.


“Did it scare you?” he murmurs, voice low. Liam blushes, reaching up to touch
the offending little ball, but once his fingers are close enough, Zayn sucks
them right into his mouth. Liam hums as he feels the metal circling his
fingertips and his cock is starting to fatten up now where it’s pressed against
Zayn’s stomach.
 
Liam pulls his fingers out and teases them along Zayn’s stubbly jaw line as he
brings their lips together again. He's more prepared this time as the little
ball nudges along the top of his mouth, rolling against his own tongue in a way
that’s making his dick twitch.
 
He pulls away, leaning in instead until his nose is pressed to Zayn’s
collarbone and his hands are grazing Zayn’s stomach where the soft cotton of
his worn shirt is riding up.


“Liam, are you sure you want this?”  Zayn asks, shaking his head. Liam nips
into his skin as punishment for asking such a dumb question.
 
He ends up skipping the shirt altogether, and maybe it’s a little purposeful
when his fingers end up sliding across the hem of Zayn’s jeans - brushing both
the button and a soft trail of dark hair on his stomach. He works the snap
undone and gets them open far enough that he can tease the fabric of Zayn’s
black briefs.
 
He sucks in a nervous breath as his fingers can feel the hard outline of Zayn’s
cock and his heart is pitter pattering so fast that his chest is feeling
constricted - made too small for his body. He rubs a gentle circle against it
and feels it pulse under his touch.
 
Zayn hums, all velvety and smooth as he breathes out against Liam’s neck now.
His lips brush a ticklish patch, making Liam arch in his spot as Liam’s fingers
toy with the elastic band of Zayn’s briefs, teasing now.


“I’ve never done this before,” he admits into the quiet car. Zayn’s eyes flick
up to meet his.


“Well, you’ve gotten off before?” he assumes and Liam blushes, only confirming
Zayn’s suspicions.


“Yeah, but I usually just strip down and hump my mattress early in the morning
before my parents get up,” Liam explains sheepishly and his fingers shake in
surprise as he feels Zayn pulse under the fabric.


Zayn’s voice is quavery, eyes blown wide with shock as he instructs, “Just
pretend it’s your own then. I like a slow, tight grip.”


Liam nods, brow furrowing in sudden concentration as he reaches into the slit
of Zayn’s shorts and pulls his hard cock out. He eyes the darkened head with
curiosity, instantly rubbing his thumb over it. His own cock has a decent
amount of foreskin, allowing only the tip of the head to show when he’s hard,
but Zayn’s is completely bare and his hips buck at the intense spark Liam’s
thumb makes.
 
He starts off by just playing with it, lets his fingers map out the area where
it’s softest, the vein that runs on the underside, trails down to where the
hair thickens at the base. It’s a long moment before his fist circles it
loosely and even then, he toys around with the grip before spitting into his
palm and actually starting to stroke Zayn through his hand.
 
Zayn hums into Liam’s cheek, peppering little kisses there.
 
As Liam’s fingers tighten, the hum turns into a moan. “There you go, baby. Just
like that,” he praises and Liam’s lips quirk into a smile as he finds his
confidence.
 
As it all starts to quicken,  Zayn begins squirming, his head rolling back
against the seat and his hips bucking up every now and again under Liam’s
weight. His cock becomes entirely more wet, Liam’s hand slipping easily over
the skin, soaked mostly in precome. Liam is hard as hell but he can’t seem to
find the concentration to jerk himself off too, so he focuses on Zayn’s short
breathes and the way his dark brows tip up in the middle. He knows Zayn is
about to come as his cock starts to spasm under his touch, and he lets out a
high whimper in the back of his throat before the thick come is dribbling out
over his tired fingers.
 
Liam’s completely riding a high by the time it’s over, grinning like a fool
though his wrist is aching and his own cock is so hard it hurts a little. Zayn
catches one glance at his expression and huffs a laugh.


“What are you so happy about?” he teases, eyes squinted.


All Liam can think as he shrugs is, “I did that”. Instead, he says, “I didn’t
even know I liked boys.”
 
Zayn’s grin takes a turn for the smug. “Well, I’m glad I could help you out
with that. Should we get you home?”


Liam is going to protest the lack of attention being paid to his own cock, but
he doesn’t even think he could find the energy. He’s half asleep when Zayn
ushers him back in through his bedroom window and he’s instantly being steadied
as Zayn’s head pokes through to smack a kiss to his cheek.
 
“Sleep tight, yah little shit,” he says, grinning ear to ear as he speaks
against Liam’s skin. He slides the window shut on his way out and Liam is left,
face hot and his body vibrating and he crawls into bed in the dark.
 
He flips over onto his front and fucks sloppily into his hand until he comes,
thinking about Zayn’s tongue ring.
 






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