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I hopped out of bed, fully clothed and groggy. My head was throbbing and my throat sore. Great. I’m ill! Groaning I stumbled downstairs with my laptop and sprawled out on the couch, wrapping myself up in about a million blankets.
My phone rang from beside me and I just about mustered the energy to grab it and answer my phone.
“Hello?” I croaked and heard a chuckle from the other end of the line.
“Why hello to you too.” I smiled at Zayn’s voice and sat up slightly on the couch.
“Hey baby, how are you?” I asked and I heard some yelling in the background. The fuck is that?
“Ok. My brother is freaking the fuck out though.” He mumbled and I heard a smash in the background. “Dammit it Cedric! Calm down!” Whoa.
I flinched at the sound of more smashing and some of Zayn’s yelling before he shuffled back to the phone and picked it up.
“I’m coming over.” He muttered and I shook my head, realising that he couldn’t see me.
“But I’m sick!” I protested.
“I’m coming over!” He snapped. I sighed and snuggled down onto my couch some more.
“Fine. Fine. But bring your car.” I said and he grunted in affirmation before saying a quick goodbye then hanging up as a loud crash was heard in the background.
Well damn…
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The doorbell rang about an hour later so getting up from the couch, shuffling over and opening it. Zayn stood out side holding a plastic bag and smiled.
“Hey babe.” He said and came inside, kissing my cheek. I smiled and took the bag from him.
“What’s this?” I asked curiously. He growled and stole it back, running into my living room and leapt onto the couch, tipping the bag out onto my couch.
I came shuffling back into the living room, dragging my feet and grinning as I saw him sorting through a crap tonne of DVDs and CDs with bags of sweets and big fluffy pillows.
“You’re ill. So I brought shit!” He yelled and smiled at me. I chuckled and shook my head, walking over to him and jumping down on the couch next to him, kissing his cheek.
“I can see that.” I mumbled and he smirked, wrapping his arm around me and kissing me, I pushed him away though. “I don’t want to get you ill.” I explained and he rolled his eyes and pulled me closer to him.
“Does it look like I care?” He questioned before kissing me again, this time I didn’t protest this time and just let him kiss me.
He pulled away and pecked my nose then smiled. I scrunched up my nose and giggled causing him to smile wider and kiss my forehead.
He then got up off the couch and walked away to the CD player and put in one of the many he had then came back and held his hand out to me.
“May I have this dance?” He asked and bowed. I grinned and giggled at him but nodded and placed my hand in his.
“Of course you may.” I said as he pulled me up and placed my one of my hands on his shoulder and then took the other in his as one of his hands rested on my waist.
He then proceeded to lead the dance and move us around the room. Only I’m shit at dancing and just ended up stepping on his toes the whole time.
“Ok… Just follow my lead, ok?” He said to me after 5 minutes of toe-stepping in the background. I nodded and he smiled.
“Alright. 1, 2,3…1,2,3…” He muttered as he lead me around, me stumbling clumsily for the first few times before I actually started to get the hang of it.
“There you go… Now you’re getting it.” He span me then dipped me and smirked as he kissed me and I giggled as he pulled me back up effortlessly and continued to dance with me.
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We danced for what seemed like forever until the CD ended and we both say back down on the couch, smiling at each other with our hands linked with each other’s.
“You know I love you, right?” He muttered and I turned my head to look at him.
“Yes of course, why?” I asked and he smiled, turning to face me.
“Just checking.” He whispered before leaning in and kissing me. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss, kiss, kiss.
I smiled at him before kissing him back and shuffling closer to him and pulling him closer to me.
He smiled at me then got up, pulling me up and abandoning the food and blankets he took my hands in his and danced backwards up the stairs and into my room, he got to work pulling off my shirt and jeans then looked at me with a thoughtful frown.
I looked at him in confusion and he shook his head, walking to my closet and ripping it open then grabbed a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a baggy white t shirt.
“Perfect.” He mumbled as he set them out on my bed and grabbed my black beanie and a pair of boxers and Star Wars socks then my batman converse.
He walked back over to me and scanned his eyes over my chest then grabbed my deodorant.
“Arms up.” He ordered and I hesitantly lifted my arms and watched as he gazed at my scars, his eyes filling with tears but he didn’t say anything, just sniffed and sprayed the deodorant before setting it to the side and wiping his eyes.
He turned away and tossed me a pair of boxers. “Change your boxers and get dressed.” He said as he walked around my room, tidying and making my bed. I did as he said as he left the room and I heard him jogging down the stairs.
He returned a few minutes later and smiled at me, taking my hand and grabbing my wallet and my phone, putting them both in my pocket for me.
“We’re going out.” He announced before trailing me downstairs, it was already dark outside and he had tidied the mess we had left downstairs and the plastic bag was now by the door.
He opened the door and picked up the bag then led me out into his car, the crisp air hitting my face and causing goosebumps to prickle my skin. He then opened my door for me then shut it after me, hopping in the driver’s door.
He then rummaged around in the bag before producing a blindfold and before I could protest he had it securely over my eyes. I was about to tell him to take it off when I felt his warm lips on mine.
I kissed back instantly and groaned softly as I felt his minty tongue slip through my lips and glide over my own tongue.
Just as I was getting into it he had pulled away and stated up the car, I jolted as he zoomed out of my estate and I sat, my hands in my lap as I fidgeted impatiently.
“Where are we going?” I whined and I heard a chuckle from Zayn.
“Patience Darren.” He said as he continued to drive and I let out a groan of annoyance only for him to laugh again in response.
Huffing I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted around in my seat.
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After driving for a while longer the car stopped and I heard him rummaging around before his door opened and the sound of his shoes clicking against the pavement travelled from one side of me to the other and then my door was opened.
He pulled me out of the car as I felt his warm soft lips against my neck and then the blindfold was taken off and my eyes naturally squinted with the sudden bright lights.
My eyes adjusted and then I realised why it was so bright at night. We were standing outside of a gay strip club.
I turned to him with a playful smirk. “Wow! A strip club! You’re such a romantic.” I teased and he rolled his eyes, taking my hand.
“It’ll be fun.” He assured, showing two what I presumed were IDs to a guard who nodded and let us in.
“Hmm, aren’t we too young for a place like this?” I asked as I looked around seeing people dancing and males stripping and swinging around poles.
“Nope. According to these IDs we aren’t anyway.” He said and gave me a playful nudge. I rolled my eyes but smiled and continued to glance around at the different men.
“I’ll go get us some drinks!” He yelled over the music and I nodded and he handed me my fake ID.
“Just in case.” He clarified and I smiled and nodded again, walking over to the dance floor and standing in the middle of the dance floor and squinting my eyes in the bright flashing lights.
I suddenly felt a body press against my back and a hand went to hip, moving me against him to the sound of the music. I smiled at Zayn’s movements and went along with it, grinding back against him. Everything was great until I heard his voice.
“Mmm yeah… How about you show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do, hmm?”
I span around and looked up at a tall man who seemed to be in his late thirties with a wide grin on his face and an obvious tent in the front of his jeans.
I gulped and quickly walked away and over to the bar beside Zayn, clutching at his arm as he turned to me and handed me a blue drink.
I took it and looked up at him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. He stumbled back then wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
When he pulled away he gave me a questioning look but smiled anyway as I sipped my drink and flinched at the strong taste of vodka that burned my throat.
He laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side and kissing my temple as he sipped his own drink and I took a large gulp of mine and nuzzled into his neck.
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The next few hours was spent people watching, drinking and dancing to the pounding music surrounding us. By about my 8th drink it was fair to say I was well and truly hammered.
Zayn came up behind me suddenly and grabbed my hand, dragging me into the bathroom of said strip club, upon walking in I noticed something. Along the counter with the sinks they had little dishes full of packets of lube and condoms. Whoa.
“Hmm, convenient to say the least.” Zayn hummed from beside me then grabbed a few of each and shoved them into his pocket, pressing his lips against mine and pushing me back into a stall, locking the door after him.
I kissed back as we pressed against each other in the small cubicle and his hands roamed all over my body. I broke the kiss when he tugged at my belt.
“Is this even legal?” I questioned and he chuckled then shrugged.
“I dunno. Maybe?” He said and I giggled as he kissed me harder and his hands fumbled with my belt. You see if I was sober I would’ve known that this was probably not the best idea. But alcohol I soon found out, makes me a very horny Darren. So the alcohol won this time. Who’d da thunk?
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Minutes later my jeans and boxers were around my ankles and Zayn was smiling at my body.
“You’re amazing, you know that right?” He murmured and I blushed, nodding my head and posing.
“We’ll duh!” I exclaimed. Whoa, drunk Darren is very over confident. Chuckling he undid his own jeans and pulled them and his boxers down.
He was definitely bigger than Justin, thicker too.
Smirking I looked up at him and walked forward, giving him a knowing look I dropped to my knees and reached into his pocket, fishing out a condom I tore it open with my teeth then slowly slid it along his length, using one packet of lube to slick it up.
Standing again I smiled at him and he looked around before chewing him bottom lip and grabbing my hips.
“Jump and wrap your legs around my waist.” I did as he said and felt his tip press against my ass, letting a small groan escape my throat he pulled me firmly against him, ordering me around.
“Grab the top of the stall wall with both hands.” He commanded and did as he said, he then kissed me and pulled me roughly down onto his throbbing cock causing me to let out a muffled yell against his lips.
“Shh my love.” He whispered and I giggled and began to pull myself up and then dropped back down again, moaning at a controlled volume as he thrust upwards and I bounced. The only noise filling the small bathroom was the slapping noise of our skin colliding and our soft moans of pleasure.
Just as we were really getting into a great rhythm the creak of the door opening echoed through the restroom causing us both to stop and hold our breath, looking at each other as we heard some shuffling and footsteps outside of our stall.
Zayn smirked at me and slowly began to continue thrusting, massaging my prostate and causing me to bite my lip hard to stop the moans and throw my head back against the wall making a dull thud as he continued to thrust.
A few agonising minutes of Zayn slowly pushing in and out of my passed until whoever else was in here left and Zayn pressed me against the wall waiting about 10 seconds before continuing to pound me harder.
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Zayn tossed the condom into the bin and fixed his boxers and jeans, helping me to do the same he took my hand and kissed my cheek then we left the restroom back into the loud music of the club.
About an hour after this Zayn took my hand and told me to finish my drink, which I gladly did then he handed me a shot glass and a slice of lime.
“Drink then immediately lime. You understand?” He yelled over the music and I nodded. He grinned then got his own.
We tapped glasses and threw the liquid down my throat immediately feeling it burn my throat I winced but then put them lime into my mouth and groaned softly as the lime tasted sweet as it mixed with the alcohol and flowed down my throat.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed as he grinned at me, watching as we both set out shot glasses and lime to the said.
“I think we should get home.” He mumbled and I nodded in agreement, stumbling out of the club.
“I’ll c-call Louis. He’ll come pick us up.” He said as he pulled his phone out and lifted it to his ear. “Hey! Lou! Can you come pick me up? Yeah. Yeah. That’s right. I’ll see you in a few man, just walk we have the car here. You only live 5 minutes away! Oh stop complaining!” And with that he mumbled a quick thanks then hung up.
“He’ll be here soon.” He muttered as he wrapped his arms around me.
And sure enough a couple minutes later a slightly shorter man I knew as Louis came walking up the street towards us. He smiled at me and glared at Zayn who giggled in response and handed him the keys.
He sighed and hopped in the car leaving Zayn to take my hand and pull me into his back seat and into his lap.
I curled up and nuzzled into his chest, my eyelids heavy as Louis started the car and pulled away from the strip club leaving the loud music and half naked men behind us…
Hey look! I’m alive! I’ve decided to actually make myself a schedule for writing so it isn’t so random. I’ll be uploaded every other week probably on a Friday. Hopefully for both books too. Starting on the first Friday of December! Woo schedules!
Any ways stay adorable my little kittens! Hope you enjoyed! So long!
Meow!~
Paige from therandomkellicshipper xxx
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