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Similarly to all complicated love stories, Zayn and Liam’s started with a wank. It was simple, really, just two really great friends casually having a wank next to one another.
They had just settled into their hotel rooms, having only just gotten back from a late night interview, and Zayn was horny. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wank but he was desperate for one now.
Zayn needed to bust one and now. Unfortunately, Liam was in the shower, and Zayn groaned because Liam took the longest showers of them all -- Zayn’s neglected penis wouldn’t last that long.
But then again, Liam took the longest showers. Realization dawned on Zayn, and with a satisfied smirk he got off his bed, stripped down, and got his laptop before returning to his bed once more.
As soon as his desktop showed, he clicked open his internet browser, switched over to Private Browsing, and typed in his favorite porn site. He clicked the first category he saw, not caring what it was, all he wanted was to sit back and get off.
The video loaded and on screen a pretty little blonde was being slapped in the face with a large penis, before the blonde took it in to her mouth. Was shitty porn but Zayn was desperate, so he started wanking nonetheless.
He fast forwarded the video a bit until he found a part that had more action. The guy, a buff jock with an ass that put the girl’s to shame, had the blonde laid down on the bed as he thrust himself in and out of the woman’s pussy, his hands ravaging her body and gripping her tits before he brought his head down and sucked on her nipple.
Zayn grunted at the sight and started pumping his fist around his cock faster, his eyes glued to his laptop screen. He was so enraptured by the pornography that he hadn’t heard the shower turn off, or notice Liam step out and stare at Zayn curiously from the doorway of the bathroom.
Liam didn’t mind the fact Zayn was getting off in the slightest. He knew how Zayn was feeling, sexually frustrated and whatnot, and understood that they all needed to get one off once in a while, a chance they haven’t had in quite some time thanks to their constant touring and interviews. Liam felt a twinge of guilt that he had walked in on this, knowing that Zayn was probably counting on Liam to take one of his long showers like he normally did.
But damnit, Liam was horny, too, and if Zayn gets to bust a nut then why can’t Liam?
He made his intrusion known as he walked to his bed, hand going through his wet hair as his towel hugged his waist.
“Having fun?” Liam quipped, a smirk appearing on his lips as Zayn shot out of bed in fright of being caught.
“Li,” Zayn squealed, falling to the floor in embarrassment. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” Liam asked, laughing. “I think I should be asking you that, don’t you think?”
“Sod off,” Zayn glared, more of embarrassment than actual meaning.
Liam didn’t answer, simply laughed and made his way to Zayn’s bed and picked up the discarded laptop. The video was just ending, the jock having come all over the blonde’s face. Liam scrunched his nose is disgust.
“You get off to this?” Liam asked, disbelieving. For some reason, he couldn’t quite picture Zayn getting off to such poor pornography.
“I was horny, okay,” Zayn said, rising to his feet. He remained standing beside the bed, his hands awkwardly trying to cover his softening cock and balls.
Liam ignored him and decided to switch sites, visiting his most frequented porn sites. Zayn, curious, moved to see what Liam was doing.
“You have a membership?” Zayn mocked, and Liam may have blushed had his blood not already been rushing down towards his penis in knowledge of what he was planning.
“I may have subscribed,” Liam mumbled, ignoring the insult, and continued to browse through his history until he found the video he marked for later of three Brazilians -- two guys ravaging one girl.
“Now this, this is porn,” Liam said before he held the laptop up and undid his towel, freeing his half-hard cock and letting it fall against his abs. Again, Zayn squeaked.
“What the hell!” Zayn cried out, disbelieving.
“What?” Liam asked back innocently as he began stroking his length. “How come you get to have a wank and I can’t?”
“I was doing it in private,” Zayn tried reasoning, “and on my own bed!”
Liam smirks at him before returning his attention to the laptop. “Whatever.”
He continued pumping his length, still a little moist from his shower, at the two guys taking the girl on screen. Liam really wanted to go to Brazil; all the girls seemed to be perfect there. Hell, all the guys were, too, but Liam only fapped over the girls.
Faintly, he heard Zayn’s sigh of defeat before he felt the bed dip and Zayn crawl his way in, sitting on the edge of the bed, not wanting to get too close to Liam, naked and wanking.
Liam rolled his eyes before looking at Zayn. “Just come on, Zee, it’s just a wank -- relax.” To prove his point, or to simply emphasize how to relax, he returned his attention to the video again and jerked himself along to it as the two guys placed kisses along her naked body while fucking her on both ends.
Zayn gulped in nervousness before shyly making his way further onto the bed. Zayn was horny, so fucking horny, he couldn’t not fap. The laptop was position in a way that Zayn would have to be pressed against Liam’s side in order to get a proper view of the video.
Swallowing down the last of his nervousness, he let his sexual desires take over, and aligned himself by Liam’s side, their thighs and arms pressed together firmly. Zayn turned to look at Liam through his lashes, a blush on his cheeks that only intensified when Liam turned to smile happily at him.
With a wink, Liam turned and fapped along to the video, turning the volume up to help induce their orgasms. They were both well aware of the body pressed against themselves, of the additional moans and grunts filling the room, of Liam’s fast strokes against his plump, pink dick contrasting Zayn’s slower strokes against his darker length.
Zayn, having had a head start, was the first to come, his hips jutting up as his come shot from his dick, the sticky webs landing everywhere -- on Zayn’s arms, his chest, and embarrassingly enough, on the side of Liam’s face, from his jaw to his cheeks and even his hair.
Though Zayn had yet to finish coming, he was mortified. Even as he was riding his orgasm out, struggling to keep his eyes open, he found himself apologizing to the boy he just jizzed over.
“Fuck,” Zayn tried to say, a moan involuntarily slipping out along with it as he continued coming. “Shit, sorry.”
Liam was surprised, to say the least, when he felt his face get hot and wet and sticky. The fact that Zayn was coming on him was enough to send Liam over the edge, a kink Liam didn’t know he was in to, but he ended up coming while Zayn was trying to apologizing.
Once Liam started coming, Zayn shut up and just watched, listened as Liam tried to catch his breath and waited to be bitched out.
“I think,” Liam started, inhaling the breath that Zayn was holding in nervously, “that I’ll need another shower.”
Zayn exhaled incredulously, not sure he heard right.
“Li, I’m so fucking sorry,” he stammered. Liam turned and smiled at him, the come on his face smearing against the bedspread.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, shrugging and still grinning. “Wasn’t your fault.”
“Still --” Zayn tried to argue, but Liam hushed him.
“Wasn’t your fault,” he repeated, more firm, before softening as he added, “just try to aim somewhere else next time, yeah?”
Zayn gulped. “Next time?”
“Maybe,” Liam smiled again, before getting up off the bed and making his way to the bathroom to clean himself off.
Liam most certainly did not think about tasting Zayn’s come on his face, nor did he think about Zayn while having another fap in the shower, and Zayn definitely didn’t have another fap thinking about shooting his load all over his best friend Liam’s pretty little face again before drifting to sleep.