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Ziam - Haribo

Haribo {Mature Ziam One-Shot}

 

The bass thumped loudly through the unknown house that Liam and Zayn had been invited to; the floorboards vibrating with the beat and the photo frames on the walls shaking slightly. The mass of heated bodies grinded together in time with every bang of the backing-beat, hips colliding with partner’s, and ass’ and crotches being pushed together in no innocent way at all. Thick sweat slicked at people’s skin and hair started becoming damp from incessant dancing which would be too energetic if it wasn’t for the alcohol coursing through everyone’s veins.

Zayn could feel his heart pounding in his chest in time with the beat as he stumbled through the crowds of people to a destination he couldn’t even work out himself. His mind was cloudy, his vision slightly blurred round the edges; but nothing another shot of a strong drink wouldn’t sort out, making his senses be reaffirmed with the shock as it hit his body violently. His left hand gripped at the door frame as his eyes danced round the kitchen for the sight of his boyfriend. Once his eyes had landed on the fair haired boy; dressed in an outfit which just the sight of made Zayn’s insides turn to jelly, he let his feet transport him over to his boy. A grin slapped over Liam’s face as he caught sight of Zayn, who collapsed into his arms.

“Li-Li!” Zayn chimed into Liam’s ear, pressing a sloppy kiss on the side of his cheek.

“Z-Z!” Liam replied, equally as intoxicated as the Bradford boy. Hearing the faint call of ‘shots’ over the crowd, both their brown eyes lit up with excitement as they raced to the group of five who were gathered round the counter; clear shot glasses lined up around the edge. One boy, who was no doubt too drunk to even walk straight, picked up the vodka bottle and sloshed it into the glasses; half of it missing the cups and spilling straight on the table.

Snatching the drinks up from the table, Liam moved the two of them away from the group. Gesturing with his arms, he linked his arm through Zayn’s and lifted the drink to his lips. On the count of three, they threw the strong beverage down their throats; the intensity hitting them like a tonne of bricks as it burned its way down.

“More?” Liam asked, getting an eager nod in reply. He guided Zayn over to the table which had a range of alcohol and foods, and browsed for their next victim to swallow. A thrilled gasp came from Liam’s mouth as he spotted something which only brought back memories from the after-prom party at Layla McClean’s house in Year 11.

There, soaking in a plastic cup partially filled with clear liquid, was a range of gummy sweets; Haribo to be precise. They’d merged together slightly, but each sweet was still distinguishable in the vodka filled beaker. Liam’s hand reached out and clutched the pot; taking it away from the other few left on the table. His eyes twinkled with reminisce as his fingers dipped in and pulled out a slippery sweet; dangling the elongated cola bottle in front of his face.

The way Liam brought it up to his lips, placing it delicately into his mouth and closing his lips around it; sucking out the alcoholic taste and letting out a little moan of enjoyment; made it impossible for Zayn not to let a low growl rip through his throat. Not only were his senses somewhat unsteady, they were also exaggerated; and Liam’s actions just made him feel even hornier than he normally would.

As Liam’s jaw moved with every chew, seemingly oblivious to the internal – and technically external battle that was going to start pronouncing itself very soon, the twitch he could feel in his boxers making it inevitable – battle that Zayn was having, the tanned boy’s eyes were glued onto the shiny wet lips of his boyfriend; waiting for the recurring spilt-second action of when Liam’s tongue slipped out to wipe at his pink lips. Once swallowing, Liam finally noticed the squirming boy next to him, still not really noticing the problem which Zayn was having as he pulled out a droopy orange gummy bear and hovered it in front of Zayn’s face; urging his mouth open to drop it in. Zayn levered his jaw open obligingly, letting the slimy sweet revel in his mouth as he sucked and chewed on it. It was fair to say he liked the taste; and especially the rush he got from the small bit of alcohol which, once swallowing, only spurred him on to his next action when he looked into Liam’s glistening brown orbs.