these cows can get us home
[ ♡ ] these cows can get us home by sarcangel
synopsis:
Out on the back porch, the day’s lingering heat is laced with the cold edge of night. It’s not quite cool enough for a sweatshirt, but he wouldn’t mind one. With the sun fully down, it’s incredible how dark it is. The zombie apocalypse could start right here, shambling in from the shadows, and no one would ever know. The night is full of bug songs, mostly, and a bird or two, plus Zayn’s quiet rustling as he gets the joint sorted.
The flare of the lighter is piercingly bright. He passes the lighter to Zayn, by the end, so their fingers don’t brush. Then he’s wrapped in the smell of weed, thick and sweet and scratchy, deja vu strong enough to drown in. He brings himself back to here and now with an effort.
There’s the farm, sleeping and quiet.
There’s his hand, wrapped around a cigarette.
There’s Zayn’s voice, low in his ear, lazy accent like an ache in his heart.
pairing: zouis
tags: Post-Canon, Future Fic, Canon Compliant, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Recreational Drug Use, Tattoos, Drinking, street fighter ii, Freddie Tomlinson
dynamics: b!L
word count: 33k
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