Everything in Harry told him to bitch about the burnt pancakes, every bone in his body, every nerve, but surprisingly he kept his mouth shut, he forced it shut, not cuz he felt bad for Zayn or anything, no, his head hurt, and all he wanted was to have something in his stomach so he can take a couple of painkillers and maybe lay in front of the TV and watch something.

And well, he didn't want to ruin the mood they made, it was like someone in his head slapped him every time he wanted to say how bitter the pancakes tasted.

Zayn was not happy with himself either, he was surprised how Harry is just eating, he could see he is forcing the food down, he felt bad, that's why he promised to cook something better for lunch, maybe something Harry likes, so he can make him happy, maybe if he is happy he could give Zayn some more kisses? No?

After he was done with his food, Harry took his plate and his cup to the sink, not before thanking Zayn, well, like a mannered man he is.

"thanks Zayn." Ah, there it is, 'Zayn' seriously? Now Zayn missed being called wifey, at least there was some emotions in that. He couldn't decide, which was worst, Harry thanking him like that or, staying silent?

"I'm sorry it was really bitter." Zayn apologized, he didn't want to, really, but he could see Harry was just being polite, he didn't like what he made.

Harry huffed, he just started talking without thinking much about it, "that was my fault too, you got distracted." It was like a slap for both of them, none believed what came out of Harry's mouth.

Zayn saw how awkward everything got all of the sudden, so he decided to just nod his head, maybe do something latter to cheer Harry up, cheer both up if possible...

After cleaning up, Zayn was just standing in the kitchen wondering if he should join Harry and watch TV, or should he just go to their room and read a book or something, reading a book sounded too boring at the moment, so he decided to test his luck.

Harry was on the couch in front of TV, his legs on the coffee table, it took everything in Zayn not to tell him to bring them down, anyhow, he sat on the other end of the couch, as far as he could from Harry.

It's weird how they could get flirty with each other in one second and then, they wouldn't know how to even sit next to the other? Frustrating.

Harry turned to look at Zayn, who had his knees in his chest, eyes fixed on the screen, Harry rolled his eyes, "I don't bite," he said with a huff, Zayn wanted to say something but Harry continued, "unless you want me to."

Harry said that so casually, without taking his eyes off the screen, changing the channels, looking for something to watch.

"no thank you." Zayn said, which didn't make sense as he thought he would.

But thankfully the awkward moment cut short when Zayn saw his boys on the TV.

"wait!" it was them! After years! The show is still going?

Zayn was looking at the screen with heart shaped eyes, little smile of joy on his lips, Harry squinted his eyes, what the hell?

"um.... What's this?" Harry asked.

"how do you not know them?" Zayn asked giving Harry the feeling as if he was living in a cave till now.

"enlighten me." Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn's excitement for a bunch of dudes.

"the Winchester brothers!" Zayn waited to see a reaction, none, "dude! Supernatural!"

"ok, what about them?" Harry said in the most bored voice he could manage.

"everything started when Dean asked for Sam's help to find their father," Zayn said, too dramatically.

"sounds boring."

"how dare you?!" before Harry can even say that Zayn needs to keep it calm, he continued, "you know what? Let's watch the whole thing from the beginning!"

"oh, hell no," Harry mumbled, ready to change the channel.

"wha- why?!"

'Cause you get to excited over some handsome dude, WHO IS NOT ME' Harry wanted to say that, but ya know, he couldn't really.

"I promise you will love it!" Zayn brought up his last card, puppy eyes, these used to work perfectly.

Harry stared at him, for good 20 seconds, ugh, "fine!"

"yes! I'll make some popcorn!" honestly Zayn haven't felt this excided for a long time, if we don't count last night that is.

What Harry did not see coming was actually getting hooked to the show, it was pretty entertaining.

After about 3 episodes, it was lunch time, the cooking was long forgotten, they decided pizza would do just fine.

They paused the movie to bring plates and food, when Harry thought about something.

This Sam dude had kinda long hair, green eyes, dimples and he was really tall, wait, ohhhhh, just like Harry! Maybe that's why Zayn likes the show that much.

The boys were in the plane, Dean scared shitless, it was the best time to ask, "so which ones your favorite?"

"I love both." Harry had to roll his eyes at that, there is always a favorite.

"yeah but who's your fav?" Sam, Harry just knows it, it has to be hi-

"Dean." Zayn said, ruining Harry's every thought.

"what?!" Harry asked, a little too offended, "why?"

"I don't know, I just do-"

"but Sam has dimples!"

"I know," Zayn chuckled, "wait... why are you so offended?"

"huh? he is just taller and cuter." Harry mumbled, turning his face back on TV.

Did he really called a guy on TV cute? It was not like Harry at all, they decided to let it go, nothing to argue over.

It was in the middle of fifth episode when Harry fell asleep, his head hanging awkwardly, Zayn knew for the fact that sleeping like that, Harry is gonna wake up with a stiff neck.

Well, his lap was unoccupied...

Yep.

Zayn slowly laid Harry's head on his lap, careful not to wake him.

And Harry? He just got comfortable, like he was on the softest pillow in the world.

Even though Harry was sleeping, Zayn decided to keep on watching the show till Harry wakes up, they could just watch it again if Harry wanted.

Zayn didn't really know what happened, but about 40 minutes later, Harry was making weird noises.

Like the ones people make having sex.

Wet dream? On his lap.

oh.

Should he wake Harry up? Or should he just enjoy the show?

Not talking about the TV show here.

Five minutes of Harry's deep breathy moans was enough for Zayn to decide to just join the fun.

Without much movement, Zayn put Harry head on the couch seat, he stared at the sweaty guy in front of him, with a deep frown and curly hair sticking on his forehead.... It was a sight to see.

He could think about lots of ways to make everything more exciting, his mouth was his first plan.

He sat at the other end of the couch, trying to pull Harry's pjs down without waking him up, huge bulge in the white boxers, he stared at Harry, it was first time in a long, very long, time that he felt this way, so long since he felt sexually in need.

Not thinking about food, or house rent, or getting the next beating from his husband.

For the first time in years he wanted to satisfy someone and be satisfied.

Would he regret this later? Possibly.

Does he care? No.

So, without wasting more time, he pulled the boxers down too.

Harry gasped in his sleep, probably from the cold.

Zayn started with long, slow kitten licks, Harry's frown got deeper, he tried to grip on the couch, perhaps dreaming about being on bed.

After he was done with the licks, he took Harry's dick in his hand, putting his mouth on the top, slowly sinking down, praying that Harry wakes up.

And he finally did, gasping, throwing his hips up, Zayn gagged but he didn't pull away, looking up finding Harry's eyes through his lashes, Harry used to love that, and judging from how hard he was breathing, he still loves it.

"fuck.... That mouth of yours, so good!"

Then he did what Zayn was waiting for him to do, he took a fistful of Zayn's long hair, forcing him up and down.

Zayn moaned from the pain, he squeezed his legs together, it was getting impossible to hold himself.

Harry saw that, so he decided he could cum in somewhere warmer than Zayn's mouth, so he pulled Zayn up from his hair, attacking his lips, laying him down to be on top.

He never stopped his lips from touching Zayn, lips, neck, then taking the clothes off, only to move his lips over Zayn's chest, down to this narrow hips, ignoring his dick, kissing his inner thigh.

Zayn was using everything in him not to moan loud, just letting out small ahs, when Harry would bite or suck hard on his skin.

Though every will power he had was thrown out of window when Harry pulled Zayn's legs up, only to eat him out.

For years Zayn was only used like a sex doll, getting treatments like this made him feel things that he didn't know was possible to feel again.

So Zayn decided to voice those feelings, there was too much building up to keep locked up.

He started shamelessly moaning, it was too much, so he begged for more.

"Harry! Please!" he cried out, he could cum just by getting fucked with Harry's warm tongue.

And he just wanted to cum.

His heartbeats were too fast and too loud that his chest hurt, he needed to cum.

His dick twitched, giving Harry the sign that he is close, really close.

Harry went faster, sucking harder on the ring of muscles, Zayn went silent, eyes rolled back, ready to cum, when Harry pulled away.

Zayn's whole body was taut, he felt tears running down his cheeks, his mouth agape from the shock of being left on edge, his mind felt like cotton though, he couldn't think of ways to calm down.

He didn't even feel Harry leaving to bring condom and lube, he just laid there, hands griping tight on the armchair, legs still open.

Next thing he felt was the cold lube on Harry's finger entering him, he released a deep breath that he didn't know he was holding, "breath wifey, we are just getting started."

Harry tied to coax him a bit, he had two fingers in Zayn, opening him up.

After some time, Zayn was riding Harry's fingers, ass high frim the couch, using his legs to keep himself up, just two fingers could do this to him.

Harry wanted to give him more, so one hand still busy with Zayn, who was too gone to notice Harry lubed his dick, he didn't give Zayn time to notice that he was replacing the fingers, but the second his dick was on Zayn's entrance, he started moaning again, opening his legs wider to get more.

After fully entering, Harry dropped on his arms above Zayn.

That change of angle made everything 10 times better, Harry was touching every spot made Zayn crazy.

Moving his hand from his tight grip on the couch to just fist Harry's hair, Zayn pulled on the curly locks, trying to show Harry how he appreciates the new position.

Harry got the massage, going faster, needing to cum for a long time.

Harry's favorite kind of moans were Zayn making incoherent noises, little ahs, hmms, or when he wanted to say something and he couldn't make the words.

Zayn was not the one with the best control over his orgasm, best he could do was to announce it, but with the mount of pleasure wrecking his body, he just made a small noise, "Imma- ah-" he went silent.

But Harry needed a little more time, "not too soon wifey," he took Zayn's dick in his hand, putting pressure at the base.

"no, nonono!" Zayn cried out, Harry tried to shush him with kisses, buying himself more time.

The state that Zayn was in, the whole cry and silent beg for orgasm, pulled Harry to the edge, so he stroked Zayn's dick, fucking him faster, deeper.

This time, Zayn's tongue was tied, he couldn't do more than cuming, "go on, you've been good, you deserve it."

Hes been a good boy, he was good, he deserved to cum, so Zayn came.

His body rocked to the force, he couldn't breathe, just full blessed.

And Harry was right behind him, cuming in the condom, he wanted to just lay down, he needed to lay down.

So with his shirt he found on the couch he just dried the sweat and cum off their bodies and he laid, Zayn on top of him.

Zayn felt so... calm...easy... like it was just every other day for them... he just could hope it was the case... he could just hope every night would end calm and easy.

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another me note, so if you put time to read the note, thank you!

so yeah you can see i love supernatural and i just needed to add them.

here is the thing that happened today, idek how to feel about it, i saw a comment, about how this book is disappointing, and the problem was that ppl think they are reading some deep romance, its not, harry is rude, zayn left harry and harry doesnt even know why, i put myself in harrys shoes, and i dont see myself being sweet with zayn.

i just dont get it how could someone say something like that, ignoring others feeling, ive read stuff i didnt like, and i just left the book without finishing it.

just... it felt like shit, i didnt know if i should even update more.

be careful how you  talk to ppl, it could be really damaging.

thanks for reading again guys, love you.