“No, I play drums,” Zayn answers. “But I’m still pretty good with my fingers.”
Allison laughs and Harry frowns at Zayn, while Liam nearly chokes on a piece of lettuce, and not because of Zayn’s words and the sudden flare of jealousy inside him. No, he nearly chokes because Zayn’s fingertips are ghosting over his crotch, sliding slowly, teasingly up the length of him without any real pressure.
Liam shifts in his seat and Zayn continues to smile brightly at Allison as he reaches for the bread bowl in the centre of the table. “Wow, this is a bit hard, isn’t it?” he comments while biting down on the piece of bread.
“It was soft when I had some,” Allison answers, frowning.
kdlsfjsklfjsdlkfds THIS FIC. I started reading it because it's by scottmcniceass who is writing that We're Okay fic (which I ADORE and need an update of NOW) and just wow. I was always a Ziam shipper, but this just made me a HUGE Ziam shipper. It's about Zayn as a drummer and just basically 10k words of UST build up until a great sex scene, which is all so fucking hawt but it's also laugh out loud funny, like this scene. I was snorting obnoxiously at like 7am this morning. Anyway, you guys might have already read it and I am just behind on everything, but EVEN IF YOU DID, I needed to get the feels out!