high times ☯ louisxzayn
Louis: "I'm naked, get the door yourself," the boy shouted, sitting up and pulling the sheet up under his arms, making sure his boxers were concealed. When Zayn walked in, he shot him a look of mock seduction, licking at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, babyboy."
Zayn: Shaking his head, Zayn shut the door behind him. "Mate, why is it every time I find you, you're either half or completely naked?" He joined his bandmate on the large bed and sat at the edge of it, pulling out the Super Mario-themed glass pipe from his pocket. "Thought of you when I saw it."
Louis: "I like to be free. And erections hurt less when you're naked." Shooting him a grin, he shifted forward on the bed, grabbing the pipe and looking it over. "Oh, I could kiss you, Malik. Thank you very much."
Zayn: "That could either be a good thing or a bad one." He chuckled and watched as Louis looked the pipe over, making sure he wouldn't drop it or anything; it was quite an expensive piece. "So, are we gonna put it to work, or what?"
Louis: Nodding, Louis handed the pipe back to the scruffy boy. Leaning over he reached under his bed and grabbed a small black bag. Slowly sitting back up, he unzipped it, checking the contents and pulling a half empty bottle out. "Or...these, if yknow, you wanted. Oxy's 500mg."
Zayn: Zayn switched glances between the pills then to Louis. "Mate.. prescription drugs? Where'd you get these?"
Louis: Louis shrugged, pulling the bag closer to him. "Perks of being in the world's biggest band, I guess."
Zayn: He was a bit hesitant, wanting to tear the packet away from the boy and dump its contents out into the toilet. But he remained still, nodding simply. "I guess.. one wouldn't kill me?"
Louis: The smaller boy shook his head. "At least 2, Malik, one won't do shit." Following his lead, he took the bottle back and tipped six of the small pills in his hand before putting two on the in the other boy's hand. "Bottom's up?"
Zayn: Zayn only agreed with Louis, seeing as though he'd probably done this plenty of more times before. He stared at the pills in his hand for a while before taking them down with an unsure gulp. "What're these supposed to do, anyway?"
Louis: Knocking back his own little handful of pills, Louis reached over for the water bottle on his nightstand. Taking a long swig, he held the bottle out for Zayn. "You get high, fuzzy, it's nice. Similar to weed, but I like the high better," Louis was quiet, avoiding eye contact with the boy.
Zayn: Zayn finished off the liquid in the bottle and crushed the plastic in his hand. "Suit yourself, but I'm still putting this pipe to use. You got any leftover, by any chance?"
Louis: Louis nodded, sifting through the bag and tossing half empty bottles beside him. Finally fishing out a film canister, he popped the top of and shook it around before handing it to the boy. "Enjoy," he said, grin in place as he settled back against the headboard.
Zayn: "Do you mind if I take it all? I need to save some for Perrie." Zayn mumbled, taking the small container from Louis before looking into it. He didn't really plan on smoking all that much, anyway. "Thanks, though."
Louis: Louis shook his head, grabbing a pillow and hugging it. "Perrie smokes?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled out his phone. "Wonder if there's delivery in this place."
Zayn: "I don't think she has, but I sort of convinced her into doing it." The boy trailed off as he began packing the bowl with the grounded herb. He fished around in his pocket before pulling out his favorite Rasta-colored lighter. "Probably not. I know there's a Pizza Hut around here somewhere, though."
Louis: "I'm fuckin' hungry already," he complained, eyeing Zayn's lighter. "Once a pothead always a pothead," he said with a smirk before sitting up and rearranging himself, pushing bottles on to the floor, so that his head was in Zayn's lap. "So what did you want to talk about, hm?"
Zayn: "I should've bought snacks with me before I came over, huh?" Zayn sighed, burning the little dusts of weed in his pipe. He didn't flinch when Louis rested his head on his lap; they were quite comfortable around each other. "I've got a lot on my mind, mate, I don't even know anymore. I feel like coming here was a bad idea rather than not coming."
Louis: "You shoulda brought goldfish, I'd murder someone for goldfish," Louis said sighing happily. Turning, he head butted the boy's stomach, teeth nipping at his shirt. "Whaddya, mean? Agent said it'd be good for all of us."
Zayn: "I'll get you some in a bit," Zayn muttered against the tip of the pipe, smoke pouring from his mouth as he spoke. He held it in for a little bit before blowing it all out, coughing a few times due to the lack of smoking he had done in the past month. "I mean, I didn't really see what was /wrong/ with us, you know? I was perfectly fine before and now I'm confused about what I'm feeling? It's all fucked."
Louis: Scrunching his brow up, Louis sat up, sitting in Zayn's lap. Blinking a few times at the sudden change in perspective, he stared at the lamp just beyond the boy's shoulder before remembering what he was doing. "What feelings, babe?"
Zayn: Zayn fiddled with the lighter in his hand, finding it hard to concentrate on just one thing. His eyes switched from Louis, to the wall, to the headboard, back to Louis, then to the door. "Girls, mate, what else?" He scratched at the nape of his neck nervously and sighed. "I think I like Perrie?" The boy questioned rather than stated. "But then there's Rita.."
Louis: Making a fake retching sound, Louis wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, leaning in the crook of his shoulder. "I'm tellin' ya, mate, admit you want to bone me, and all your problems'll go away."
Zayn: Zayn flicked the tip of Louis' nose playfully and laughed. "Quit being a knob for once, will ya?" He took another hit from the bowl before laying back on the bed, letting the smoke run away freely. "I think I like them both, but I can't choose between 'em?"
Louis: Gnashing his teeth at Zayn, he kissed his shoulder once before following the boy's movement and curling up against his side. "Wooozy," he muttered, drawing the word out. "Eh, I mean date 'em both, you're the Bradford bad boy, ain't you?"
Zayn: Zayn rolled his eyes, maybe it wasn't the right time to have this conversation, while they were both high, at least. "I would if I could. Polygamy isn't really an option."
Louis: Grinning like a child, the younger boy looked up. "You been out with both of them? Maybe ya need to figure out who you really like, yeah?"
Zayn: "Not exactly. I had Rita come up to my room for a bit of wrestling the other night. Perrie is.. a bit harder to get at, I guess you could say." Zayn bit the inside of his cheek as he compared the two girls in his head. "But anyway, how have you been?"
Louis: "Wrestling? Already into the kinky shit, Malik?" Louis said, snorting as he curled up closer to the boy's side. "Uhm...good, yeah good. Good-er now, haven't gotten high since I arrived, so good. Yeah I'm good."
Zayn: He already saw that one coming. Zayn shook his head, "No, like actual wrestling. But if it got any further, we might as have fucked right there on the bedroom floor." The boy giggled and moved his hand so that he could play with the messy tufts of brown locks atop of Louis' head. "I get it, mate - you're good. Did you like Paris at all?"
Louis: Louis pulled another face, burying in the boy's shirt. "God, I'm so glad I'm gay, that sounds gross." Pushing against Zayn's hair, he was nearly purring. "I'm greatttt, Zaynie boy. I did, t'was fun. Saw all the tourist-y crap. Saw the big penis statue, that was cool."
Zayn: Zayn pulled back from Louis, giving him an odd look. "Penis statue? You talking about the Eiffel Tower?"
Louis: Laughing, Louis rolled onto his stomach. "That one, it looks like a penis, Malik." He shook his head, "French people like their penises."
Zayn: "They love their sex as well. The couple in the room next to mine were at it almost every night." Zayn chuckled, rolling on his side so that he could face Louis, poking at the stubble on his chin.
Louis: Fake retching again, Louis pulled a face at the boy next to him. "Fuckin' horny rabbits," he muttered, leaning in and headbutting his shoulder. "How's the head doing?"
Zayn: "If you're talking about these," Zayn pointed at the scratch just above his right eyebrow. "then it's fine. If you're referring to the drugs, I think they're working quite well on me."
Louis: Louis shot him yet another look of fake seduction before swinging one leg over Zayn's, awkwardly shifting around so he was sitting on his butt. Leaning down he nipped at the back of his neck. "Good, told you they were good."
Zayn: Zayn moved his head so that he could look up at Louis with a smirk playing out on his lips. "Never said they weren't."
Louis: "Sassy little arse," he muttered, gnashing his teeth again. "We need to do it more, yeah?
Zayn: "That's your job, not mine." Zayn scoffed and pinched Louis' cheek gently. "We'll have to see about that."
Louis: Frowning, the dirty blonde boy stuck his tongue out. "Don't tell me you're going soft already, Malik, the fun's just begun."
Zayn: "Has it?" Zayn raised a brow in sheer amusement. "What else have you got for me?"
Louis: Smirking, the boy settled back against him. "Mm, I've got things," he mumbled, tracing along Zayn's arm. Remembering his reaction to the Oxy's he didn't quite want to reveal just how extensive his prescription drug collection extended
Zayn: "I'm not going to wake up with weird shit written on my face, am I?" Zayn warned, looking back at Louis.
Louis: "Just a couple of dicks, the usual. Maybe a handlebar mustache," Louis said, biting the tip of his tongue
Zayn: "You're such a twat to me, you know that?" Zayn teased with a smile. "I'm always so nice to you.. a lot of the time."
Louis: Louis leaned down and over, placing a sloppy open mouth kiss on his cheek. "And that's why you're always my favourite. After Haz, Niall and Li."
Zayn: Zayn narrowed his eyes at his friend, not bothering to wipe at his cheek. "Oh, bugger off, will ya?"
Louis: Wrapping his arms around his middle, Lou kissed the back of his head. "Shush up Malik, we all know you are my favourite. You're the only who puts up with my shit, and lets me sleep with them."
Zayn: "That was once," Zayn recalled, defending himself. "And I'm sure I was proper wasted, mate."
Louis: "Doesn't mean you didn't enjoy it, babe." Louis had the biggest grin on his face, and he kissed the back of his head again. "You've got quite the comfy arse, yknow. I've nearly got competition."
Zayn: "I didn't say it was /terrible/," Zayn chuckled as Louis' lips touched his flesh once again. "But you could've done better."
Louis: Rolling off the boy's bototm, Louis plopped down beside him, curling up. "I'll remember to use that lovely flavoured lube you seem to love so much, next time." Giggling at his joke, the boy rolled onto his back, trying to control himself. "How's the head feel, hm?"
Zayn: "You've got yourself a deal, Tommo." Zayn grinned, cupping his face as pressing a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he would always do with Liam a long time ago. "I've felt better, honestly. Nothing a few bandages can't fix."
Louis: Scrunching up his nose at Zayn's kiss, the Doncaster boy curled up against the boy. "I meant are you high enough? 'Cause I've got plenty more if you're interested/"
Zayn: "Oh," Zayn snickered. He thought about it for a moment, and seeing as though he wasn't feeling much of a high, he nodded his head. "Maybe a few more?"
Louis: Pressing a sloppy kiss to his shoulder, Louis sat up and leaned over the edge of his bed. Picking up a few of the discarded bottles, he found his bottle of Oxy's and handed them to the boy. "I'd go for two more, keep it on the safe side," he said as he fell back onto his pillows.
Zayn: "I'll take your word for it." The boy nodded, seeing as though Louis was somewhat of his drug mentor for the night. He decided on taking the tablets dry, which he soon regretted as he struggled to get them down.
Louis: Noticing the slight shudder as the dark haired boy swallowed the two pills, Louis shook his head. "Nothing wrong with water, mate." Yawning, he sat up and flopped against the boy's side again. "More cuddles in the future yeah? It's been too long, really."
Zayn: "I'm afraid you've been replaced for a bit," Zayn tilted his head to the side and shrugged innocently.
Louis: Biting the boy's shoulder, Louis' knee came up to jab him in the calf. "S'not fair, mate, I've known you longer."
Zayn: Zayn raised his brows, nudging him in the shoulder with his own. "Is too! It's not like I can't cuddle with you still, just not as often anymore."
Louis: Fake growling, the boy climbed back onto Zayn's bottom immediately going to lay down on his back. He pressed another wet kiss to the back of his neck, giggling. "Fine, I'll cuddle with the Payne train. You can be replaced too, Zaynie."
Zayn: "Liam?" Zayn asked, even if he knew exactly who Louis was referring to. "You know how jealous I get. Why him, of all people? How could you, Lou?" He shook his head and buried his face against the sheets.
Louis: "No, the /other/ Payne train," Louis replied, biting at his shoulder again. "And who's to say I don't, hm? Two can play at that game."
Zayn: "There's another?" Zayn lifted his head up quickly. He figured his friend was only being sarcastic but it never hurt to play along. "I'd rather have you bone Niall, mate. I called dibs on Liam a long time ago."
Louis: "Yeah, you know the sexual freak Payno twin, you know him." Louis pushed his head back into the bad. "Mm, I re-called dibs on the Payno, babe. You can have Pez." Louis knew Zayn was closest to Liam, but if he was galivanting around with Perrie and Rita, Louis at least deserved the rest of his bandmates.
Zayn: Zayn turned to he was now resting on his side and forced Louis to roll off of him as well. The mood in the room switch into a serious one in less than a second. He cocked a brow at his friend. "Don't bring her into this."
Louis: With a grunt, Louis fell back onto the bed. "Thought you kind of liked her hm?"
Zayn: Zayn nodded and let his head fall back onto the bed. "I don't know why I get so defensive about her or Rita." He mumbled stubbornly against Louis' sheets.
Louis: Louis shimmied in closer, rubbing his back. "S'no worries, babe. Just don't forget about us old tossers, eh? I mean it - we haven't actually hung out in /ages/, Malik."
Zayn: "How could I forget about you shits?" He snickered and caressed Louis' face. "Especially your pretty little face, Loueh." He smiled at the boy and put on the accent he'd always use just to annoy the boys, Louis especially.
Louis: Mocking him, Louis flicked the boy's elbow. He would've been lying if he said he hadn't missed Zayn the most, he missed the boy's dry humour, his tolerancy of Louis' little...habits. He missed him. "Oh thank you, darling dear. I'd say I missed yours, but I'd be a filthy liar." He giggled, bititng the tip of his tongue as he burrowed his face in Zayn's chest.
Zayn: Zayn wrapped arm around Louis and began playing with his light brown locks. He was always so protective of the boys, so his actions came as no surprise. "We both know you can't live without me, mate."
Louis: Louis snorted, leaning into the boy's side. "Mm, think it's the other way around, babe. How else would you get your morning smoke if it weren't for me bringing you your lighter, hm?" Yawning again, Louis leaned up to tug his comforter up. "Wanna stay the night? Promise I'll refrain from spreading the usual blowjob rumours."
Zayn: Zayn looked over at the clock, noticing how late it had gotten; he must've lost track of time. Since Louis' roommate was apparently 'M.I.A.', he didn't see the harm in staying over. "Sure. Handjob rumors I'm fine with, though."
Louis: Giggling, the older boy tugged the blanket up past his waist. "Mm, or real handjobs, whatever you want babyboy." Of course he was joking, not that he hadn't seen the boy's penis in the past, but he knew Zayn was straighter than straight.
Zayn: Zayn was sure the boys had seen what each one of them were packing at least once or twice in their time together. "Could never pass those up." He shook his head and leaned up so he could easily peel off his shirt before tossing it beside the bed.
Louis: "So cute, you are," he muttered, yawning again, his eyes glazing over slightly. "Stripping are we, babyboy?" He couldn't help but grin and waited until the boy had laid back down before flopping on top of his chest, kissing his lipstick tattoo.
Zayn: "I sleep better half naked," Zayn shrugged just as he shimmied out of his sweatpants. "I like being.. out there."
Louis: Giggling, Louis nosed into his chest. "Yeah, I vaguely recall. Naked's better but...." he raised an eyebrow, shrugging.
Zayn: Zayn narrowed his eyes at him, smirking. "But what?"
Louis: Biting at his sternum, Louis bounced on top of him. "Figured I'd rather keep you from seeing all of this," he motioned to his lower half, "fully erect. Wouldn't want you to feel bad about yourself."
Zayn: "Are you testing me, mate?" Zayn propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Louis. "I take that as a challenge."
Louis: "Babe, I've seen you soft," Louis replied, biting the tip of his tongue again. "Y'know I love you, but you've got nothing on me."
Zayn: Zayn shrugged, knowing that it was true. "Okay, that's fair, but still." He laid back down and thought for a bit. "Well, there's always Liam.."
Louis: Growling, Louis bit at his sternum again. "Babe, babe, babe, we do /not/ talk about the ten inch." Giggling, he rolled off the boy, curling against his side again. "But you're totally welcome to sleep naked, love. Not like I care."
Zayn: "I think I'm fine for now, I might just slide my briefs off later on in the night if it gets too hot." Zayn mentioned, lifting up the sheets to glance quickly at his French Connection boxer briefs. "So don't get scared when you wake up and there's a dick touching your leg.. it's mine."
Louis: "Or it'd be mine, you never know," he replied, giggling. Yawning again, he draped one arm over Zayn's chest, his legs tangling with his under the sheets. "You'll figure out this girl situation, I know you will."
Zayn: Zayn nodded his head, not wanting to think much about it anymore, or while he was still high, at least. "We'll see how it goes. Hopefully they don't both end up hating me."
Louis: "Well I'll always love you Zaynie poo, don't you worry," Louis replied, nosing into the boy's side
Zayn: Zayn smiled softly and kissed the top of Louis' head before continuing to play with his hair. "I love you too, Tommo."
Louis: Humming quietly, he let his hand fall back over his chest. "And for what it's worth, if it bugs you I'll back off Li." Though he knew deep down that Zayn wouldn't actually mind - or so he hoped. He knew the two were close, but they also all knew Louis was incessantly clingy and cuddly and if Zayn was off with girls, Lou would have to go to other people.
Zayn: "I was only messing with you, mate." Zayn snickered and tugged at the ends of his hair softly. Although, he had to admit he was jealous of Liam a couple of times.
Louis: "Good," Louis said, smug little grin on his face. He let out an indecent moan at the fingers in his hair and he pushed against his fingers, his eyes closing. "'M, not fair, Malik," he mumbled, happy grin on his face.