Hell is hot pt2

"I-" He could feel himself pressing against something, something hard. This was the point Zayn sobered up. UH UH THIS IS REAL. He forgot this was real. This wasn't some drunk daydream. He needs to go, like yesterday. He, himself was starting to get hot and bothered and now his overthinking was OVER thinking. Does he really wanna do this? Insecurity was coming into play. Was he forgetting everything he knew about this guy? Everything he did? This guy probably was laughing at him in his head. He pushes Aaron's wandering hands away from him as his head clears. "I need to go." He clamored off Aaron only to slip up from his drunk state and his hand to land somewhere and Aaron hisses. Deja vu…

"Oh no." Zayn now peers up at Aaron with widened eyes. This really can't be happening. He could hardly make out his face but from what he could see it made him nervous. Like curious-nervous. Oh lord.

Zayn's eyes drone up to meet Aaron's and it was as if the air changed again. It became thicker.

"Fuck…" He whispered to himself.

"Are you really going to leave me like this?" Aaron asked his eyes never leaving Zayn's. That glint was messing with his head. "So no help?"

"Uh-" This all felt like deja vu like he experienced this in some way before. "I-I don't know…"

"You don't know?"

"Can I now beg you to stay?" Aaron asked as pressed Zayn's hand into his hard on. His head was cloudy as if he was more drunk than before. He couldn't answer as he was drowning in that enticing look in Aaron's eyes. This was hell. He nodded, unable to form words. His mouth felt completely dry and all he could do was lick his lips. "You don- mhm get it Zayn." Aaron hissed as he used Zayn's hand on himself. "You don't get the way you make me feel." Zayn could feel his heart and head having completely different reactions. He didn't want him to get in his head again;. He had a plan to end things and use this night as closer but if Aaron keeps talking he might completely forget about his goal. Aaron unzipped his pants as his eyes stayed on Zayn who now has his eyes diverted.

Aaron brings Zayn's palm up to his lips and his tongue makes contact with Zayn's slender fingers. His tongue swirls around his fingers and Zayn's breath hitches at the sight.

"Damn…" He whispered. He wondered how it would feel around his- He had to stop himself from forming the thought as he could feel himself becoming hard. Nothing much was being done on his end and he was already flustered. Aaron's lips slipped past the knuckle and he couldn't shake the thought of replacing his fingers with his cock. STOP! He shakily breathes in as Aaron then again leads his hand back down to his now unclothed dick.

If he didn't make a deal with the devil in human form he wouldn't be here so in some way he had to thank Saintclair even if he felt blackmailed and manipulated by him.

"Do you see how you're making me feel?" Aaron hissed. Zayn felt constricted by his pants and desperately wanted to leave. Can you look at me? Aaron's other hand that wasn't busy guiding Zayn's hand grabbed onto the back of the other's head pushing them into another kiss. As things keep going on and on Zayn feels like the room is becoming hotter and hotter. Aaron pulls away from the kiss as he gasps and he finishes all over Zayn's and his fingers. Zayn could swear he might have done so himself.

Aaron pulls out his handkerchief and cleans both their hands as Zayn sits there with intense brain fog. He should really leave this time but he was feeling grounded to stay just a bit longer.

"Did you know you're really breathtaking to stare at?" Well Zayn could say the same as it was almost impossible for him to form words. His eyes were like pools right now that Zayn thought he already sank to the bottom of. Aaron leaned back on his palms as he took him in and he felt like he was on display. "Do you need help?" Aaron asked, pointing to Zayn's bulge. He wasn't even thinking about that even though he was really uncomfortable with how hard he got himself while staring at Aaron. He felt embarrassed for some reason but at the same time he wanted Aaron to know how turned on he was.

"Uh-" He paused. "I don't...yes"

His head dipped down right above Zayn's already hard dick. He gazes up at him which makes Zayn gulp. Aaron smiles as he takes that as a confirmation. He sticks his tongue out as he swirls it around the tip collecting and he swallows it before pressing a small kiss on it as he looks up at Zayn again who could only sit up on his elbows in awe. It's like his brain stopped computing.

Zayn's eyes go wide as he takes him into his mouth. "Wow!" was what his mind said but that didn't come out like that it came out more like a choked moan as he was salivating before. He embarrassedly covers his mouth as he closes his eyes. He could stare even if he wanted to at Aaron. His eyes were trained on Zayn's reactions and he felt prideful. If he could without feeling embarrassed he would also make eye contact but he couldn't with the way his head bobbed along his length.

Aaron ran his tongue against the vein that ran along his cock. Zayn's body automatically jolts him forward. Why does this feel so new to him? It's not the first time he's been in this position but something about this was different.

"You can touch my hair if you want." Aaron mutters before he dove back down. He grabs Zayn's hand he was using to prop himself and places it on the back of his head in his plush dark curls. His intention wasn't to thrust into his mouth but it was like he had little control over his body. Aaron didn't mind even if it caught him by surprise which caused him to gag a little.

"I'm sorry." Zayn muttered out instead of a verbal answer he received a calming hand on his thigh. Aaron didn't care and Zayn cared too much. Everything seemed so overwhelming to him. From the pleasure he was receiving to what this whole moment signifies. This might not even ever happen again so he should savor it even if his head wasn't completely clear.

He felt like his high was coming faster than he intended. He didn't want this to end as fast as it began. Maybe he could hold out a little longer.

As the after wash of him finishing washed over him the embarrassment didn't wash away. It stuck to him. He zipped himself up and went to the bathroom and sat against the door as he freaked out in his head. He washed his hands and face but it wasn't working. Why does he get like this? He sat against the door again stuck in his own head for what felt like forever until he fell asleep there.

"maid service!" He heard a muffled voice say from the other side of the door. He forgot he was in a hotel. He looked at the clock and saw it was 9am in the morning. He didn't remember falling asleep on the bed but he guessed he was moved but that was something to forget about for now. He glanced over at Aaron who was still sleeping peacefully. He didn't want to wake him up just yet so he decided to check out first. He went to the door to be face to face with an attendant that was more like a nanny to Lorel standing at the door holding a bag to him. He thanked her in all the awkwardness and cringed on the inside. He went to the bathroom and showered quickly and dressed in the clothes he brought with him which he assumed Lorel delivered sometime this morning. He threw on his shirt and jeans and walked over to the door trying not to wake Aaron. As he's sober now everything just felt awkward and weird.