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When Liam stumbles inside their hotel room, fairly drunk and possibly about to pass out, Zayn isn't in his bed like he expected. “Zaynie?” Liam calls out as he clumsily walks – drags himself – towards the bathroom. He knocks on the door, only to earn a muffled sound as a reply. “What are you doing in here Zaynie? You wanking?” Liam giggles, because he's hilarious. “Go away” Zayn hisses from the other side, and Liam feels guilty. “What's wrong?” he says, and even though Zayn can't see him, he hears the pout in Liam's voice. “You'll laugh.” Zayn replies after a moment. Liam makes a show of sealing his lips together and says as seriously as he can “I promise I won't. Come on, open the door,” he urges. After another minute, the door finally unlocks and Liam meets a wrecked Zayn, looking on the verge of tears.
“What's wrong?” he worries, and Zayn snorts at him. “Can't you see?” he retorts, waving at his body. Liam furrows his brow, because he just doesn't get it, and then he takes in Zayn's body, and he sees. “You took the Veronica disguise again?” Liam laughs a little at that, but at the look Zayn gives him, he realizes it's not. Liam gapes at him then, jaw dropped and mouth hanging open. Zayn is – well, basically, Zayn looks like a girl. From the long hair to the curves, not to forget that the fabric of his shirt is tented by obviously a pair of boobs, and Liam just can't wrap his head around it. “What... How... Why...” he stutters, unable to find words. “Yeah, that's pretty much it.” Zayn snorts before storming out of the bathroom to collapse on the bed, sniffing and hiding his face in his hands, and he's just adorable.
Liam follows Zayn to the bed and wraps an arm around his shoulders before giving him a peck on the cheek. “Hey, it'll be okay,” Liam says, trying to sound reassuring – but he's still pissed off drunk, and all he can think about is, well, Zayn looks pretty hot like that. “No, it won't be fucking okay, Liam! I have fucking boobs! How on earth could things be okay?” Zayn starts shouting but ends up sobbing. And seriously, it's like the worse thing he could possibly do at this very moment, but Liam leans in and presses his lips to Zayn's. Zayn pushes him back with a – very masculine – squeal. “Liam!” he protests, because what the hell? And Liam can't help it, but he's getting hard. It's just like that, when he's drunk, sweet, innocent and caring Liam only thinks with his dick, that's just how he is. So instead of trying to explain what he's thinking – which can be resumed by you = girl = we can fuck, yeah?), Liam kisses Zayn again, and this time Zayn gives in, because he just can't resist Liam, never could. Thing is, Zayn's been kind of desperately in love with Liam Payne, for the past two years ; and even though he's totally confused by his unexplainable transformation, all he can think about is Liam.
Since Zayn doesn't fight back, Liam takes it as a hint to go further. He straddles Zayn's hips and lays him on the bed, kissing him more fervently. He tangles a hand in Zayn's long, dark hair, rutting his hips against Zayn's. Zayn feels the hard cock rubbing on his crotch, and he can't hold back a moan – and fuck, this was a girly moan, and this is all just so wrong, and Zayn pushes Liam back a little. “Liam,” he says, but it just sounds like a plea, and he just can't, can't say no to Liam, because that's all he's ever wanted. So when Liam presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along Zayn's jaw, all he can do is bite his lips to at least hold back embarrassingly high-pitched moans.
Liam's hands run on Zayn's sides, sending shivers down his spine, but it's even worse – or better? – when they reach to take Zayn's shirt off. Liam discards it somewhere in the room, and he takes in the sight before his eyes – Zayn's boobs are just perfect. Perfect shape, perfect color, and he eyes them hungrily until Zayn squirms and Liam finally takes one in his mouth, teasing the other with one hand. Liam would love to take his time with Zayn, to tease him until he's begging, but his cock is achingly hard right now and he can't wait. So he kisses down Zayn's stomach, mouth following the path of his hand before he reaches Zayn's boxers. Liam looks up at Zayn, who's just looking down at him, chest rising with every ragged breath and cheeks flushed, and he's beautiful like this.
Liam smirks before he slides Zayn's boxers down his legs, kissing the inside of his thighs and running a hand on the tender, warm skin. Zayn is breathing heavily above him, and he thinks he just looses it when he feels Liam's hot breath between his aching legs, and then Liam's tongue is sucking on his clit and Zayn throws his head back, unable to hold back a loud moan as his hips jerk up on their own accord. Liam firmly holds him down with one hand, and Zayn is unable to even think – because the feeling is odd, unusual – but oh so good. Then Liam gets a finger in, then two, before he purrs “So wet for me, babe,” and Zayn fists his hands in Liam's hair, because he just needs something to hold on to, really.
But then it's gone, and Zayn blinks his eyes back open to see Liam throwing his shirt away, and god those abs, then Liam's boxers are down too, and Zayn's mouth waters at the sight of his long, thick cock. And things are going way too quickly for Zayn's liking, but Liam is too drunk to care, and Zayn isn't going to complain because he feels it's all he'll ever get.
“You ready, love?” Liam asks breathlessly as he jerks himself, and Zayn nods eagerly, not thrusting his voice at the moment. Liam leans in to kiss Zayn, but it's a brief kiss since they're both having trouble breathing properly. “Tell me if it's too much, okay?” Liam breathes in Zayn's ear, and then he pushes in and Zayn's vision goes white for a moment. He claws at Liam's back, moaning – out of pain or pleasure, he doesn't know. Liam stills, letting him time to adjust, and kisses his neck to distract him. “Okay?” he asks. “Y-yeah, it's just – weird,” Zayn pants, trying to get used to the weird feeling – he's not even supposed to have a hole here. After a moment, Liam pulls back a little, to push back in, and Zayn nods because, well, it feels good. Liam increases his pace and sets up a rhythm after a few thrusts, and Zayn's whole body reacts – positively, he thinks.
Then Liam shifts a little, changes the angles of his thrusts and he's hitting a spot inside Zayn that drives him wild. “F-fuck, Liam, right – right here,” Zayn manages between chocked breath and broken moans, and Liam groans out, his grip on Zayn's hips tightening a little – he will leave marks, Zayn's sure. “So good babe, s-so fucking good for me,” Liam pants, and Zayn comes just at Liam's praise, loud moans escaping his mouth, his whole body clenching and it's so different and Liam fucks him through it, before he comes too, and Zayn wishes he could replay this moment forever – Liam above him, cheeks flushed, moaning out his name in ecstasy before he buries his head in the crook of Zayn's neck and fills him up with hot come. Liam collapses on top of him, panting heavily and arms shaking.
Liam props himself back on his elbows, his eyes flutter open lazily and he smiles down at Zayn. “Was good?” he asks gently, and Zayn nods before pulling him in for a kiss. Then Liam rolls over in a groan and he falls asleep, just like that. Zayn is exhausted, but he can't sleep ; his brain is too fuzzy with thoughts and questions. He wonders if he'll have his “man body” back, and he tries to hold back tears when he thinks about Liam – he had to be fucking drunk to shag him, and he wasn't even him. Zayn pushes the thought away and buries his head in a pillow, to eventually drift into sleep.