i don't even know where my sudden feels for them erupted from

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11. “It’s sticky.” Ziam, please! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sorry for the delay, Carlos. Got crazy busy and a bit under the weather. Hope this doesn’t earn me a block from you lol. I put more under the cut.

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“Zee! Come here, please. I need help,” Zayn heard Liam’s plea from the living room where has lounging on their ratty old couch trying to find something to watch on TV.

“Uh-oh. What did you do, Li?” Zayn mumbled to himself as he dropped the remote and got up, quickly making his way through their bedroom and into their bathroom. 

“Um what’s going on?” he asked as he took in the scene before him. Liam stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, a wooden applicator stick in his hand, body wax all over the counter and floor. “You’re waxing now?” Zayn asked as he quickly grabbed paper towels from under the sink and began wiping up the mess.

“Sorry, babe. Just wanted to try it on m’self,” Liam answered with a sheepish look on his face. “But - it’s sticky. And messy. It kinda spilled everywhere before I even put it on me chest.”

“Supposed to be sticky, babe. It’s wax.” Zayn made quick work of the mess and disposed of the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Why’d you wanna wax your chest all of a sudden?” He took the stick from Liam’s hand and placed it back in the warming unit. He looked up smiling at his boyfriend who was now wearing a pout on his lovely mouth. 

“I dunno. I kinda wanted to see what I’d look like all smooth. Like you,” he said with one of his patented giggle-shrugs that made Zayn want to smother him in kisses. “Don’t you think it’d look better?” he asked uncertainly.

Zayn sighed and closed the distance between them and placed both hands on his chest. He ran his hands slowly up and down, dragging his fingers through the soft hair that covered his skin all the way down his impressive abs to his happy trail where they disappeared under the waistband of his briefs. He shook his head, smiling up at Liam.

“No way, babe. Love your chest hair. S’fucking sexy,” Zayn said with a smirk.

“You’re just saying that,” Liam said eyes downcast. “Besides, you wax.” He touched Zayn’s shirtless torso with his fingertips and a look of adoration on his face.

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