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With both hands shoved into his pockets, Zayn trudged behind Liam towards the entrance, taking his time to look up at the sky, the bright stars littering the deep blue and black canvas, a small smile tugging on his lips as he surveyed the beauty above him, pulling his phone from his pocket to snag a photo of the crescent moon hanging above their heads before picking up his pace to get inside. He walked up behind Liam at the counter, nudging him with his elbow, “Gonna get a kid’s meal?” Zayn teased, his tongue pressing against the back of his teeth, the corners of his eyes crinkling as a laugh left his lips.
“Shut up,” Liam muttered, nudging Zayn right back as he watched the dark haired boy’s laugh light up his face, a smile pulling at his own lips, “I’m not even that much younger than you, so, yeah, shut up.” He repeated, turning back to the counter to place his order, his lip between his teeth as he surveyed the menu. “I’ll have a.. Bacon McDouble meal.” Liam smiled at the woman behind the cash register, stepping out of the way to let Zayn order his meal.
“Hm..” Zayn glanced between the larger overhead menu and the woman before tugging his lips up some, “I’ll get a 4 piece chicken nugget kid’s meal.” He reached in his back pocket, pulling a 10 dollar bill from his wallet, handing it to her as she gave the two of them their cups and Zayn the receipt to get their order when it was ready. Zayn nodded his head in a thanks before stepping away to go and find somewhere to sit with Liam right behind him. “Wanna get drinks, please? Doesn’t matter what it is, really.” He offered his hand out to Liam, giving him the miniature kid cup before walking to the booths, sitting down on one side.
With a nod of his head, Liam shuffled off to get the two of them drinks, deciding on Powerade for himself and a sprite for Zayn, putting the lids on and grabbing two straws before walking to the table where he found Zayn wrapping a tie around his loose tendrils of long hair on the top of his head. “What’re you doing?” Liam murmured, slipping in the seat across from Zayn, his hand stretching to push the other’s drink forward, “It looks like a handle on a cookie jar, like, I could lift your hair of and there would be a surprise.”
“Yeah, my brain.” Zayn snorted, bringing the straw up to his lips, taking a small sip, as to not drink his whole cup in one gulp. “And I don’t think it’d be very fun, honestly, it’s just a brain.” He set the cup back down, cracking the knuckles on his fingers, before stretching his arms, “Unless you know a lot about brains, then maybe you could tell if mine’s special.”
Liam felt his cheeks flush before he rolled his eyes, batting his hand against the back of Zayn’s, “That’s not what I meant, I was making fun of your hair, dumbass.” His tongue ran over his lips as he let a small laugh rumble from his chest, hiding the smile by wrapping his lips around the plastic straw in his Powerade. “I mean, the cut is cool, it just looks like a cookie jar. An art deco cookie jar.”
“Really? I didn’t think that when I got it cut.” Zayn hummed quietly, thinking back to the few weeks prior when he had first gotten the idea of cutting his hair off completely. He’d done it before, sure, when he was a senior in high school, he buzzed the sides of his hair off somewhat - more into a fade from light to dark - and he’d liked it a lot, but when he tried doing it on his own after they hair had grown back, well, it didn’t turn out very well and he’d been skeptical to do it again until Niall brought him along to get his haircut at this new place he’d been going to for a few months. “I was thinkin’ more about getting rid of all my long hair. Harry and I were tryin’ to see who could get it longer, and I would’ve won, but I couldn’t deal with the heat it retained.”
Liam nodded, although he didn’t really know, he had only had long hair a couple of times and even then, his mom sent him off to get it chopped before it got too long - except the one time he was at his Nan’s over summer break when he was 10. “I’ve never really been allowed to keep my hair too long.” He murmured as he watched Zayn get up to go and grab their food, “It gets in the way during football, y’know?”
“Uh huh,” As he stretched his limbs, Zayn nodded his head, pulling the wrinkly receipt from his pocket, walking up to the register to pick up their food, carrying it back to the table after stopping to get himself some ketchup on his way there. “Sorry, yeah, I know what you mean, Niall used to be.. sporty.” He commented as he set the food down on the table, opening the Happy Meal box to get the toy from the plastic baggy. “Damn, Waliyha got this one already.” He murmured, pushing the small purple toy back in the plastic casing, drumming his fingers against the table as he looked up at Liam, a sheepish grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “My sister and I, like, collect the toys from the boxes, and we have a place we keep them all. Lame, right?”
Snorting as he shook his head, Liam smiled, “Nah, we all do weird shit with our siblings. Believe me when I tell you that growing up with two older sisters isn’t fun.” Tsking, Liam unwrapped his burger, lifting it up to his mouth to take a bite into it, one hand on the burger, the other fishing some fries from their container.
Eating only took them a little bit more time before Liam was patting his stomach and pushing the empty wrappers away from him, covering his mouth with his hand to cover a burp, “Holy shit, I haven’t eaten that much in so long.” He took a deep breath before getting up from the booth, picking up the tray to carry it to the trash, “It feels good to be unhealthy every once in a while. I almost forgot how good McDonald’s was.” Liam set the plastic tray down, looking back at Zayn who was captivated by something on his phone, and with a roll of his eyes, Liam flicked him on the top of his bun, “C’mon, let’s get going, it’s nearly 1 AM.” He muttered, tugging on the sleeve of Zayn’s leather jacket. “Don’t make me call Louis, he’ll be pissed.”
“Pissed about what?” Zayn questioned, shoving his phone back into his pocket, the photo he’d taken earlier now posted onto his Instagram, titled, ‘beautiful skies full of beautiful memories.’
“That he didn’t get to get off? S’not something that usually happens, but, Harry tends to conk out after shows, or so I’ve been told.” Liam lifted an eyebrow as he spoke, walking towards the exit, smiling up at Zayn when the older boy held the door open for him. “Thanks,” He hummed, grinning slightly as he opened his mouth to speak again, “How many times have you had someone else get you off, hm? It’s not new to you is it?” Liam had started bumping his hand on Zayn’s as they walked out of the restaurant and honestly, Zayn was trying not to just grab onto it and lace their fingers together like some cliche movie. So to distract himself he pulled out his hair tie again, snapping it over his wrist and feeling his hair fall over his cheeks and block some of his sight.
“Not many times, only um, well- what do you know anyway?” he shoved at Liam playfully, watching the way he shrugged his shoulders up when he laughed and scrunched his nose into a little button, causing his eyes to become little slivers of deep brown. Liam pretended to scoff and puffed his chest out, his eyes flashing a dangerous confidence.
“Captain of the football team? High school? I know everything. If there’s one thing I don’t know it’s the amount of times I haven’t let someone get me off. I’m worshipped, I’m like a king, king of the world!” his laughter resounded through the nearly empty parking lot as Liam hopped up on one of the parking curbs and thumped his chest, Zayn standing back against his car with a faint smile for the boy with the still bright eyes and ketchup in the corner of his mouth. Proceeding to his previous activity, Liam sauntered up to Zayn and leaned his hand on the hood of the car, close enough for Zayn to bump his hip against it but not enough for him to be blocking Zayn in. “So, how many times?”
The way Zayn’s breath caught in his throat before he looked at his shoes gave him the incentive to move closer to the warmth Liam was radiating, and by this time the two were brushing hips just slightly - Zayn was pretty sure he was going to either pass out or squeal or both - while he sighed softly and brushed his hair from his face, his voice quiet against the sound of the early morning traffic, but loud in his own ears. “Haven’t really. ‘ve, only you know, only ever been with one person before. Sexually.”
Liam was quiet for a long time and Zayn was almost afraid to look up, but as he lifted his head he was pressed against the side of the car and quickly buried into Liam’s strong arms, his lips finding themselves pressed roughly to Liam’s own slick ones. Zayn was surprised for half a second before he responded to the action immediately, his hands clawing and grabbing onto something, anything that was on Liam and kept Liam close to him. Their mouths moved together in sync, and when they slowed down to taste each other and lick out flavors buried under the grease of McDonalds, Zayn fumbled with his keys to open up the back seat, quickly handling Liam into the car and pushing him down into the darkness of the car, the top light coming on for a moment before Zayn crawled on top of him and shut it behind him, encasing the two breathless boys in the light of the restaurant not ten feet from them. Liam was already halfway gone, his licks bitten red from Zayn’s onslaught of teeth with his furious need for more more more.
“Wait! Wait.” Zayn’s eyes widened as he watched Liam’s face go from excitement to worry in a moment, before Zayn was being shifted around and held by his waist. “I want to know if this is okay. I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m like, taking advantage of you because you’ve not had like- well not that you’re a virgin but you’re, you know and I-” Liam cut off with a few mumbled words and a pink blush spreading beautifully across his cheekbones and down to his neck.
Zayn sat shock still for a moment - who was this kid? - before slowly shaking his head and finding himself blushing as well as he leans in to whisper quietly into Liam’s ear, “You have my permission, if you want it, to do whatever you’d like to me, right now.”
Liam gulped softly before utilizing his grip on Zayn’s hips to flip them over carefully, and Zayn practically moaned at the way his arms moved to fit them together, their thighs locking in place so they could both rut down on each other’s clothed cocks. The practiced ease Liam had with his body while they were moving against each other had Zayn in a dizzy haze, his back arching off the seats and the hem of his shirt riding up to reveal the thick, dark hair leading down into his briefs, which Liam inched his fingers into and used as an excuse to unbutton Zayn’s tight jeans. Carefully, Liam slid off the articles of clothing to reveal Zayn’s already - embarrassingly - aching cock, and wrapped his hand around the base to make Zayn whimper out his name and to god just fucking touch me everywhere christ Liam.
“Fuck, do you know how hot you look? Like a fucking dream, never seen anyone look so beautiful like this.” Liam’s voice was soft and soothing as he leaned down to breathe hotly over the tip of Zayn’s cock, letting his tongue dart out to taste the precome collecting at the slit. “Bet I could get you off if I teased you long enough.”
Zayn whined at the feeling of Liam’s rough tongue on his sensitive cock and yes, Liam was probably right, this would be over very soon either way if he continued to talk like that. So Zayn took initiative and promptly rolled his hips up to nudge his cockhead to Liam’s lips, watching the way it made his already glossy lips slick with the precome. Thankfully Liam got the hint and wrapped his lips around the head of Zayn’s cock, swallowing him down in one swift motion almost completely, and what couldn’t fit was still being stroked over by Liam’s thick hand. Liam moaned out quietly and caused vibrations to go through Zayn’s length and up his spine, and Zayn’s toes curled up behind Liam’s back. When Zayn peeked down to watch Liam in the act, he saw Liam’s free hand shoved in his own pants, which just sent Zayn over the edge - fuck, Liam was getting off on having Zayn’s cock down his throat. With a quick whimper of warning, Zayn jerked his hips up slightly before coming into Liam’s mouth, his eyes closing with the force of pleasure and his brain short circuiting. He felt Liam licking him clean once he came back to his senses, and fully intended to return the favor of mouth-on-dick contact, but was instead met with a sheepish Liam and a shake of his head.
“Sorry, mate, I might have already taken care of that.” he murmured roughly, his hand gesturing to the stain on the front of his pants. “Worth it though, that was hot as fuck.”
By the time they had gotten themselves resituated and shared a few more shy kisses, the boys had gotten out of the McDonalds parking lot and off to Liam’s house, as directed by Liam himself.
“Just, drop me off here, I’ll walk the rest of the way.” Liam pointed to the side of a small suburban neighbourhood, complete with identical houses with various lawn ornaments. “And uh, thanks, for listening tonight and dinner and, everything else.” Liam wiggled his eyebrows and smirked slightly as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car, his hand stopping on the door handle hesitantly, “Will I be seeing you around?”
Zayn took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his heart skipping a few beats, whether in nervousness or fondness for the boy in his front seat with stained pants he couldn’t tell. So instead he did the first thing he could think of. He grabbed a pen from the glove box and scribbled out his number on Liam’s arm before signing his name in quick, loopy letters, a small smile forming on his lips at the wide grin appearing on Liam’s. “I guess we’ll have to see yeah?”
With that (and another short kiss to the cheek from Zayn), Liam hopped out of the car and started sprinting down the sidewalk towards the houses, and maybe Zayn was just tired and fucked out and weirdly craving ketchup stained burgers, but he was sure he heard a couple of cheers coming from a familiar person. Chuckling to himself, Zayn put the car in drive and turned around, shaking his head and turning up the radio that had been turned down earlier to accompany the chatter of a high schooler, before driving off to his apartment with his shitty roommates that made him go outside of the house on a Friday night.
Maybe this time he’d forgive them though. Just maybe.