idk what happened ziall shotgunning took over this week
see this through: (3229 words) although liam's not overly friendly with strangers (especially on a plane), the one he ends up sitting next to on a flight manages to gain his attention and his comfort.
sad, funny, dumb, and brave like that: (2486 words) During their next interview, Liam slings an arm around Zayn’s shoulder and Zayn can’t help but turn his head away, can't help but let his eyes slide down to Liam’s fingers hanging against his chest. Liam leans into him a bit, a warm weight pressing into Zayn's side, and his fingers hang even lower. He images the thickness of Liam’s knuckles pressing into him… and then imagines the thickness of Liam’s, uh, something else.
strict machine: (2320 words) “When we get back to the hotel,” Liam whispers keeping a cool face on, waving towards the crowd, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to sit for weeks.”
turbulence: (2005 words) Where Zayn’s a nervous flyer, Liam’s good with his fingers, and Niall sleeps through everything.
i turn my camera on: (3390 words) Skype sex. That's all it is.
that's what it's made for: (3077 words) Because lately, all Liam can think about is switching positions. How it’d feel to be fingered and licked open, Zayn’s slender, clever fingers working him and pulling him apart, the length of his cock, hot and thick inside him and it’s honestly getting distracting.
in pallid moonshine: (3300 words) Zayn is Liam's Literature tutor. Liam's tests are always identifying quotes. Eventually Zayn's tutoring turns into him have Liam bent over a table while whispering quotes in his ear and thrusting to hit Liam's prostate everytime he gets them right.
cool as a fire: (1562 words) Sometimes Zayn goes straight home after school, or out with Niall, following him around without listening to the chatter. Instead he thinks about things he shouldn’t – Harry’s hair, Louis’ knowing eyes when he’s telling dirty jokes. Payne’s shirts stretched over his shoulders, the dark stains when the weather’s cloudy and closed and Zayn’s six cigarettes in. That sort of thing. It’s not a habit, the part where he sits in the bleachers to watch Payne. The habit is letting his mind wander.
give a little love: (1688 words) This is nothing more than a One Direction gets high and shotgunning occurs fic.
radio: zayn w/ everyone else (1722 words) american!au, Zayn is a bored, rich boy who is sick of having everything handed to him.
white lights (ocean of noise): ziall (3653 words) In which Zayn and Niall have only known each other for a school year, they get high in Zayn’s room, and Harry is their drug dealer.
come on over: ziall (792 words) Zayn's familiar with these kind of texts. (aka frat!Niall/Zayn, drunk booty call)
of artists and bros: ziall (5491 words) Part 2 of Come on over. More frat!Niall/artist!Zayn. How it started to what it turned into.
your touch: ziall, WIP (25741 words) Zayn's a magazine editor, and Niall's in a fraternity. Not a lot else to say, is there?
in the air: ziall (991 words) Bungalow!era stoner fic. Niall's never tried pot. Niall's never tried a lot of things.
the highlight of my week: ziall (1856 words) It turns out Zayn just gets…sexy when he's high. There's no other way to describe it, really, he's all broody and mysterious the way he likes to pretend he is when he's sober, except he's got this smirk on too and he keeps touching Niall. It's pretty hilarious.