Boyfriends +sweater sharing?
It’s in the middle of looking for a nice (warm) pair of Liam’s socks when he spots it, the hint of red and green giving it away before Zayn can even see it clearly.It’s Zayn’s snort that Liam picks up on first. He hums before asking, “What, babe?” His voice travels from the bathroom, his words coming out more as “‘at, ‘abe” because of the toothbrush in his mouth. But Zayn has by now become very fluent in Liam’s toothbrush speak.”I found something,” Zayn answers simply. Curiously piqued, he hears the sound of quick spitting and rinsing before Liam pokes his head into the bedroom. He flinches as Zayn lifts it out of the drawer, recognizing it immediately. “Not that one,” Liam laments with a whine. “It’s so ugly! Put it back in there, Zed.” He flicks his wrist. “It doesn’t deserve to see the light of day.” Zayn shrugs carelessly. “I kinda like it.” He looks up from the fabric stretched between his fingers. “Can I try it on, Leeyum?” ”Sure, babe,” Liam replies easily, though his eyebrows are raised in surprise. At the thought of Zayn in the shirt, he feels a sudden giggle launch in his throat, threatening to burst. If he’s being honest, he would give anything in this moment to see Zayn in that hideous thing.But the laugh dies in Liam’s throat by the time Zayn gets it over his head. Because it looks… good?The little white puffballs that had accented Liam in all the wrong places somehow brings out the hue in Zayn’s skin. The huge green and red elf that completely takes over the shirt, the one that looked garish and cheesy on Liam, fits Zayn somehow. Zayn even pulls off the little jingle bells sewn on the border of the shirt, though Liam had no fucking clue that that was even a possibility.”Fuck you,” Liam mumbles, cheeks suddenly sparking as he remembers his own hideous reflection in that same shirt.”You don’t like it?” Zayn asks quietly, hurt quickly flashing on his expression.”Quite the opposite,” Liam sighs. “It’s supposed to be an ugly Christmas sweater, but on you, it looks like one of this year’s top fashions.”Zayn grins at the comment, looking suddenly proud. “Maybe it’s for the best I don’t celebrate Christmas then.” ”The world couldn’t handle it,” Liam agrees with a little chuckle. He gives a dramatic sigh. “I don’t think you can ever wear anything of mine ever again, though. It’s just not fair to my self-esteem.”Zayn pouts, reaching his hands out for Liam. “Love you,” he says seriously. “And I promise you look good in, like, everything.” He flashes a grin. “More than everything, actually. Whatever that means.”Liam brightens a little at the compliment, planting a little kiss to Zayn’s palm. ”Does that mean I can keep wearing the sweater?” Zayn mutters, a full pout forming as he gets ready for the impending no.”I mean, I can’t force you out of it,” Liam rolls his eyes fondly, shaking his head lightly. “Keep it, Z.”Zayn looks like he wants to decline when Liam interjects. “I’m sure I’ll find one of your sweaters that looks better on me.” He pauses. “Maybe.” A small smile blooming on his face, he teases, “And then we’ll be even.””Well, even if you can’t find one…” Zayn shrugs. “You’ll always look better without a shirt than me.””Debatable,” Liam retorts. “I think I need to see your chest again to make a decision.”He pulls his hand forward to snatch at the lip of Zayn’s sweater, lifting up with a laugh.There’s a squeal and a giggle that follows as Zayn swats him away. “Don’t make me cold,” he whines, the bells on his shirt jingling just a bit as he pulls Liam in for a kiss.
