Hell is hot pt1

Smut ahead, skip if uncomfortable

Nothing ever changes, once again Aaron was left as the most sober person in the room. He couldn't leave Zayn there to nod off on himself in the hallway so he did what felt right. He got him onto his back and went to Daniela who made arrangements for these sorts of things.

"Uh is there some room I could leave him in?"

"Yeah he has a set room. Ask the admin by the desk for Zayn Snipes." He nodded carrying the weight of responsibility on his back. All he was gonna do was leave Zayn and go home, nothing else. He wasn't going to stick around. There was no one important he really had to hang out with. He only arrived here to get away from Aubrey's advances.

"Key for Zayn Snipes?" The woman with the warm smile at the desk turned away for a few seconds before handing him the key which he couldn't exactly hold and opted to hold it in his mouth. "This is ridiculous" is all he could think.

"Room 45."

He knew something was up from the time he arrived. Why was Lorel conversing with Saintclair? The only emotion she ever showed him was disdain but now they both were laughing over something and Why was Zayn's outfit so specific? Something was up but he couldn't really pay attention to details. He shuffled himself and Zayn into an elevator filled with other drunk teens, some who were chanting the lyrics of the song playing throughout the building.

"Nice couple costume." Some girl dressed like what he guessed to be Icespice commented.

"Thank… you…" He knew how it was looking. He knew how other people were seeing it and he was starting to think about it himself. What the fuck is this?! Complete set up. He spit out the key into a hand he freed only to fumble it in the keyhole. He didn't expect to be doing this ever again but Zayn stuck to him all night not exactly flirting with him but being his normal sarcastic self. Wait, is that his way of flirting? Deja vu hit as he plopped Zayn down onto the bed and proceeded to take off his shoes.

That's it right?

A hand reached out and pulled on his jacket.

"You're not leaving me right?" Zayn blinked open his droopy eyes at the boy he now saw as blurry.

"Huh?"

"Can you just stay? It doesn't have to be long, just 5 minutes." No way, no way. He wasn't going to get roped into another accusation. "Please." He was half drunk anyway and he could use the downtime before getting into his car. No no this is stupid. He turned to walk away but he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled down to the bed so he should just accept fate as it is. He chucked his jacket somewhere in the room he could not see.

Aaron laid down next to Zayn since he could use the shut eye to sober up before he leaves from the party. He glanced over at Zayn who previously had his eyes shut, now his eyes was wide open staring back at him.

"Oh my gawd!" Aaron gasped

"I like your eyes."

"You can hardly see them. It's dark in here."

"But I like your eyes."

"I also like yo-" Aaron realized what he was about to say and stopped himself mid sentence. He didn't want to say anything that might lead to Zayn romanticizing it. Aaron looks at him and there's something in his eyes he doesn't quite understand. He feels himself slowly leaning closer to him, almost in a gravitational way, as though he's pulling him in.

"Seriously, Aaron. You're like, stupidly fine, I really do like your eyes!" Zayn insists as he tries to make out the boy in the darkness as he can barely see his facial features. He laughs, it rumbles out of his chest. Zayn's hand reaches to pass a hand through the dark curls that sat upon his head. Aaron could feel his heart speed up and he hoped Zayn couldn't hear it. "You don't have to answer me in any way." Zayn mumbles as he pulls on a strand on the other's hair. "I like everything about you. You don't even know how crazy that is."

"Really?" he asks noncommittally and Zayn nods slowly, deliberately. "What else do you like?" Zayn freezes at the question as he tries to watch Aaron's body language. Does he really wanna know?

"I like- I like your… arms," He starts and Aaron chuckles. It seems so stupid., Zayn's fingers come to brush over the other exposed skin. He traces over to his covered shoulder and makes his way over his chest. "And here?" He continues and his fingers move over the fabric of his shirt that he couldn't quite make out. His muscles jump under it as his fingers linger on his skin drifting lower and lower still to his abs and it only spurs him on. "And your… abs," Aaron's breath hitches. The hell was happening? Was he really this affected by a simple touch? Zayn seemed to take notice and as a dizzy feeling filled his head.

"Anything else?" Zayn choked on nothing as silence fell between them.

"I'm not sure…" Maybe it was the liquor taking control of him but now all Aaron wanted to do was hold Zayn's face. Maybe he should. Aaron's eyes move over his face, almost like he's searching for something. He didn't notice this before, well he did note this but he tried to avoid it but he did like the costume even though it felt like a trap. He specifically liked how the hood looked. It's not like it directly made his moles and freckles pop more like it makes him stare at them more and appreciate them. He was going fricking crazy and hesitating heavily. He didn't want to make the wrong move. He didn't want him to hate him. His head moved closer to the other, ghosting over each other. Hot breath fanning over one another, lips inching away. The both could hear each other's heart's beating in their chests. Now or never right? His fingers grasp his face as he licks his lips. "I'm crazy right?" Aaron asked himself in his head.

His lips are a whisper length away from the others. His arms come around the other's neck, the soft hair at the base of it tangles with his fingers. Zayn bought himself closer by wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck. He really was just moving on impulse. He licked his bottom lip and he could taste the alcohol they both shared earlier. The taste of it brings a rush to him. The softness of Aaron's lips brought back that dizzy feeling. This felt so strange to them both.

Too much hesitation existed between them. They could feel each other so close together but yet so far apart. It wasn't enough for either one. Aaron pulls Zayn up onto him.

"I feel like we're not getting anywhere. Let me... close the gap." Aaron's hand grips his waist as he moves Zayn to now straddle him and this change of position is… new. Zayn spaces out now thinking about the gravity of the situation. This was actually happening now or moving on its way to happening. His eyes almost budge out as he stares down at Aaron. His head is spinning at the grip Aaron has on him. This is crazy. Aaron's lips once again find themselves on Zayn's. He deepens the kiss and Zayn forgets how to react. It's not the first time they kissed but this time is different, it's more sensual. He's afraid to react. He feels like he doesn't know what he's doing. "Are you okay?" Aaron asks as he takes notice of the boy's panicked expression.

"Uh-yeah…" Zayn sighs. He needs to calm down. He was working himself up too much. "I'm just nervous." He whispers.

"If you're uncomfortable with this we can st-"

"No no no! NO NO NO!!" Ugh he was already in so deep and he didn't want to be shamed by Saintclair for not finishing what he started. "I'm fine, I want to." He was afraid to look Aaron in the eye. This wasn't like him at all. His thumb tilts Zayn's down and his lips move up as Zayn nervously sighs against him. His fingers grasp onto Aaron's shoulder. The dark haired boy once again grips his waist with an even harsher grip dragging him down against him.