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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Incest, Adopted_Son, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, but_it's
      quite_cute_at_the_end!, who_am_I_kidding, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-16 Words: 4837
****** 3 Months ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     It’s been 3 months since Zayn adopted Liam.
      
     But the thing is, it’s also been 3 months since Zayn last had sex.
Notes
     Based off a prompt from liamsdickbelongsinzaynsmouth on Tumblr:
     Zayn adopts 14 year old Liam after he divorced his husband (Niall,
     you can choose the reason for the divorce). After feeling lonely for
     so long he starts to develop an attraction he hadn’t noticed for his
     newly adopted son and after 3 months he decides that he can't take it
     anymore and decides to tell his son that he wants him.But instead of
     telling him that he walks in on his son wanking to thoughts of him
     and things happen between them
     And then this happened...
See the end of the work for more notes
It’s been 3 months since Zayn adopted Liam. 3 months since he decided to stop
wallowing in his own self-pity after his rather messy divorce by taking someone
else into his life. He was originally intending to bring home a baby, but
instead he’d fallen in love with a teenager at the adoption clinic and hadn’t
looked back since.
He loves Liam with all his heart, despite having only known him for the
relatively short amount of time, and he hopes that his new son feels the same
way about him – after all, he hasn’t had any sort of family except his ex,
Niall, ever since his own parents threw him out of the house at the age of 16.
They do everything together; thankfully Liam doesn’t act like most of his
teenage counterparts and actually enjoys spending time with his dad, having not
had one for the rest of his life. Zayn couldn’t be happier. Honestly.
But the thing is, it’s also been 3 months since Zayn last had sex.
He knew that it wasn’t going to be as easy to get laid once he had a kid to
look after (not that he was having masses of sex beforehand, mind you), but
even he couldn’t have anticipated that thanks to his new responsibilities he
would have absolutely no opportunity to relieve his own sexual urges except for
the occasional unsatisfying wank after Liam had gone to bed. Nothing wrong with
masturbating, of course, but it’s just not quite the same.
He’d much rather find some guy and take him home to fuck him - provided that
they even had the time or the patience to get all the way home that is! Just
like he used to before he went and did something stupid like getting married
too early to a guy who he thought he was in love with but it turned out was
only really interested in him for sex and his whole life became so fucked up.
Back in better times, whenever he called himself a fuck up Niall would
castigate him for being down on himself and then hug him extra hard to make him
feel better. But the thing is, he thinks there’s a strong possibility that he
might in fact be a rather major fuck up indeed. Not because of the breakup or
adopting someone who’s only half his age or anything like that – no, the reason
he’s so fucked up is that recently he’s been having some… rather inappropriate
thoughts about his adopted son.
At first he acted like it wasn’t happening, that Liam was just accidentally
slipping into his thoughts when he was masturbating because when you’re a dad
it’s perfectly natural to be concerned about your son at all times, even ones
that are meant to be private. Then he tried to convince himself that it was
simply the result of his own sexual frustration, that the 3 months without any
sort of action had got to him to the point where he would literally find
anything attractive, including his own son. That was still relatively fucked
up, admittedly, but not as much as when he was wanking in the bathroom one day
and suddenly the thought of the time he’d accidentally walked in on Liam in the
bath entered his mind.
At the time he’d simply apologised and left the room quickly (although it was a
bit of a surprise that Liam didn’t even flinch at what was in essence a breach
of his privacy, and later on simply smiled and possibly even winked when Zayn
mentioned it later), but just then the fleeting glimpse of Liam naked was
enough to make him cum harder than he had done in months, lightbulbs popping
behind his eyelids as intense waves of pleasure crashed through his body.
It took him a while to come down from that particular orgasm, but when he did
the pleasure quickly turned to panic as he realised what the hell he’d just
done. He’d wanked over his own son. His adopted son admittedly, but still. That
was pretty low, even for someone as constantly horny as Zayn.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as he tried to wipe up the mess he’d made and
convince himself that this was never, ever going to happen again.
***
The only trouble is that Zayn has never been very good at convincing himself to
do anything that he doesn’t want to. And as much as he doesn’t want to admit
it, even to himself, not thinking about Liam in a sexual way actually isn’t
something he’s too keen on trying. That orgasm was just too amazing to not want
to repeat it, and although he knows it’s totally wrong and probably going to
send him straight to hell, he’s started to notice other things about Liam too.
Like the way he always walks around in only his boxers in the mornings, even
when it’s freezing, so his pale, rather toned abs are on display along with his
long legs and muscular arms that maybe, possibly, occasionally give Zayn an
extremely awkward boner. He chooses to blame that on morning wood though. And
how Liam will curl up next to him on the sofa when they’re watching a film and
rest his head on Zayn’s chest and wrap his limbs around him like an adorable
monkey. Or how Liam often claims to have nightmares seemingly just so he can
get into bed with Zayn and lie as close to him as possible, almost naked body
touching his adoptive father’s in as many places as possible.
All these little, inconsequential things that Zayn tries to tell himself mean
absolutely nothing but that have resulted in him walking around in pretty much
a constant state of arousal for several weeks now. Which is not only
embarrassing and uncomfortable, but also impossible to do anything about.
Because he can’t actually act on his feelings for Liam… can he?
***
The decision is pretty much made for him one night after days of trying to
deliberately censor his thoughts of any less than innocent fantasies about Liam
or what he’d like to do to him, when a knock comes at his bedroom door just as
he’s about to fall sleep. He knows it’s Liam (who else could it be?) so he
simply calls out ‘come in!’ and sits up in bed to see what’s wrong with his son
that has required him to make the journey to his bedroom. As Liam enters the
room cautiously, picking his way across the floor in the dark and perching
himself on the end of the bed, Zayn’s eyes can’t help but roam over the
expanses of soft, pale skin that are now exposed to him, before he reminds
himself of his personal promise to stop being such an absolute creep and
quickly snaps out of it.
“Did you have a nightmare again?” he asks with concern, pulling back a corner
of the bedspread and gesturing for Liam to sit on the mattress next to him. The
boy does so with a smile but then looks down at the sheets rather sheepishly.
“No,” he confesses, his voice low and quiet in the late night silence of the
room. “I just wanted to sleep with you tonight. Is that OK?”
Zayn absolutely definitely doesn’t pick up on the potential euphemism in Liam’s
words. Not at all.
Gulping, he tries to act normal and smiles and nods at Liam who grins back at
him and begins to settle down in the bed. “Thanks dad,” mutters the teenager
sleepily as Zayn also lies back down and pulls the covers up over them both,
suddenly very aware of Liam’s near-nudity. “I love you.”
With that Liam’s breath becomes heavy against Zayn’s chest where he’s rested
his head and his arms wrap seemingly involuntarily around his waist as he falls
fast asleep. Zayn lies there perfectly still, willing himself not to get a
boner. But that’s kind of a difficult feat when Liam is being even more touchy
feely than usual and his fingers are resting just above the waistband of his
pyjama bottoms and he said he wanted to ‘sleep with him’…
There is no doubt about it: Zayn is completely fucked. But also… the thing is,
he can’t help but think that the way Liam is acting suggests that maybe he’s
been having similar thoughts to him. As unlikely as it would have sounded to
him when he first adopted the seemingly naïve and innocent teenager a few
months ago, perhaps Liam is just as filthy minded as Zayn? Only one thing is
certain though - he has to do something about this.
Telling Liam about his not exactly paternal feelings for him could potentially
result in disaster, but at the same time they could end up with him achieving
his fantasy of finally having sex with the person he’s been lusting after for
months. And even the smallest chance of that happening is worth any other
outcome.
***
The next day, Liam is already in the kitchen when Zayn wakes up, making himself
a bowl of cereal before he goes to school. Zayn has made his mind up that he
wants to talk to Liam about what exactly has been going on between them
recently, but he's late for work and there simply isn't enough time to have the
big, awkward heart to heart that he's envisioning before they have to set off
in the car. Instead he decides to save it for until he gets back from his job
at the local primary school and drops Liam off at his school with nothing but a
smile and a ‘have a good day!’
It’s nice that Liam isn’t embarrassed that his dad drives him to school every
morning, although Zayn expects that that’s likely to change as he settles in
with his new friends and realises it’s rather uncool. For the moment, though,
he’s pleased to be able to spend as much time with his son as possible before
spending another day with the children who he loves teaching, but who aren’t
the same as having real family. Fortunately, being in a building full of young
kids and preteens helps to keep control over his raging hormones during the
day, because he might be a bit fucked up, yeah, but he’s not that sick!
Eventually he finishes up his paperwork at around 5 o’clock once all the pupils
have long since gone home, and is free to pack up his things and drive back
home again. One of his colleagues waves goodbye to him in the corridor, but he
doesn’t even register it until several minutes later. He’s been like this all
day: distracted and a little bit out of it as he tries to simultaneously forget
about and mentally prepare himself for the conversation he’s determined to have
with Liam tonight.
He knows it’s stupid, what with him being the adult in this situation, but
nerves are still jittering in his stomach as he pushes open the unlocked door
and calls out his son’s name in a deliberately chirpy voice.
When no reply comes, his parental concerns automatically kick in and he calls
out again in a slightly more shrill tone of voice. There’s no sign that they’ve
been burgled, so he can only presume that it was Liam who unlocked the door,
but where is he? Making his way quickly through the rooms, he soon realises
that he’s probably overreacting. Liam likes to spend time in his room, after
all, and he’s probably just got his headphones in so he can’t hear Zayn’s
panicking.
Now he thinks about it, he can actually hear faint noises coming from Liam’s
bedroom, and he shakes his head when he thinks about the damage that listening
to music so loudly must be doing to Liam’s ears. He makes his way up the stairs
and along the corridor, but for some reason declines from knocking like he
normally does. Pushing open the door quietly in case his adopted son is
sleeping or something, Zayn’s rather unsurprised to find Liam lying on his bed,
laptop resting on his chest and oh.
His mouth falls open as he takes in the sight of Liam half naked with his hand
down his pants, wanking himself off rather hastily as though he doesn’t want
his father to hear. Which, if Zayn had the capacity to think about it (or
indeed think about anything other than the small moaning noises that Liam is
trying unsuccessfully to holdin), he’d realise that probably is the reason.
Small beads of sweat are forming on Liam’s forehead, and suddenly all Zayn’s
attempts to stop thinking about his son in a sexual way have flown right out of
the window because holy fuck he’s actually watching his own son masturbating
and that really, really shouldn’t be turning him on, yet totally is.
He can’t prevent the small ‘oh’ that falls from his mouth before realising that
it’s probably not the best idea to let Liam know that he’s pretty much creeping
at him from the doorway. The boy looks up, scandalised, with a face the colour
of a tomato and his mouth opening and shutting without actually letting anyway
words out. Zayn immediately tries to overcompensate by rattling off words at
100 miles an hour.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Li, I didn’t mean to – I mean, I didn’t realise… Just,
I’m sorry, there’s, um, nothing wrong with it of course – oh God what am I
saying, I think I’m just gonna, er, go now…”
“Don’t leave.” Liam’s voice cuts across his own unexpectedly, ending his verbal
train wreck so that he stops midsentence with his mouth still wide open and
making quiet, vaguely unintelligible noises.
“What?” he manages to get out eventually, his eyes still focused on the tented
boxers Liam is currently sporting and how a wet patch has formed on the front
of them from his precum.
“Do you want to sit down?” asks Liam, and Zayn nods mutely, wondering somewhere
in the back of his mind how on Earth Liam is managing to be so calm about this
whole situation as he travels across the room and sits on the edge of the bed
next to Liam. Close enough so as not to seem as though he’s deliberately
avoiding him, but not so near as to seem creepy.
“Um, sorry about that?” begins Zayn hesitantly, turning it into a question for
no apparent reason. “I didn’t realise you were, you know…”
“Wanking?” asks Liam, raising an eyebrow at Zayn, and his father is surprised
at his choice of words – Liam is normally so innocent and evergreen that he
wouldn’t have even thought he would know phrases like that!
“Yeah, I guess,” he smiles and reaches over to pat Liam’s leg comfortingly,
wanting to keep him relaxed so that neither of them feel too awkward about the
situation. “I wouldn’t have walked in otherwise.”
“Wouldn’t you?” asks Liam cheekily, and Zayn flushes at the unexpected
flirtation. He realises his hand has probably been resting on Liam’s bare thigh
for a little too long now and goes to pull it away, but suddenly Liam’s hand is
on top of his own, holding it in place.
There’s silence for a moment before Liam eventually speaks. “Could you, um,
help me?”
Zayn frowns for a moment, then suddenly realises the euphemism behind Liam’s
words and his eyes widen to the size of saucers. He starts to back away from
Liam a little, but he’s not sure why – this is what he’s been fantasising about
for 3 months, after all! Liam’s large, brown eyes stare deep into his own,
looking so desperate and needy that Zayn can feel himself growing harder than
ever.
“Please?”
That’s it: there is nothing Zayn can do but acquiesce that request, no matter
how much his brain is screaming at him that this is moving far too quickly
Trying not to think about the implications behind what he’s doing, Zayn allows
his hand to travel up from Liam’s thigh towards his boxers, before Liam becomes
impatient and practically bucks his hips up into Zayn’s grip. That’s all the
encouragement Zayn needs before he reaches for the waistband of the underwear
and pulls it down just enough for Liam’s surprisingly large cock to come
springing out from its confines – his son must be at least 7 inches long, and
he’s not even fully developed yet!
For a moment all Zayn can do is stare at it in shock and amazement and pure
lust, until a needy whine escapes from Liam’s mouth and he blinks rapidly a few
times to snap himself out of his reverie.
Swiftly wrapping a hand around Liam’s cock, he ignores the fluttering in his
chest that comes from finally being able to touch his adopted son like this and
instead focuses on wanking him off. Liam looks like he could cum any second,
which isn’t really surprising given that he’s been masturbating for God knows
how long and he’s hardly likely to be experienced enough to know how to last
for very long, but Zayn does not do half-assed handjobs.
He quickly builds up a rhythm, delighting in the heat of Liam’s cock in his
fist and how he gasps and grunts with every flick of Zayn’s wrist that sends
him closer and closer to orgasm. The feeling of pleasuring his own son, of
taking him to the sort of dizzying heights that Zayn remembers from his own
first time, is so much better than he could ever have imagined, and he feels a
twinge of disappointment when Liam cums all over his hand that it’s over
already. But the look of bliss on Liam’s face is more than enough to make up
for it: his eyes are pressed shut and his mouth is working silently to mouth
expletives that Zayn knows he would never dare to say aloud.
When he comes down from his high, Liam reaches over for a tissue as though this
is the most normal thing in the world to have just been jerked off by his own
father, although Zayn notices that his hand is shaking a little as he wipes
away the mess that is left on his chest and boxer shorts. Once he’s thrown the
tissue across the room so it lands in the bin, he turns back to Zayn who is
surprised to see a cheeky glint in his eyes as they wander down his chest and
remain gazing as the rather obvious boner Zayn’s now sporting. His large, pale
hand reaches out towards it, but Zayn flinches away involuntarily.
Liam’s face falls.
“Don’t you want me to?” he asks in a small voice, sounding suddenly timid and
uncertain, and Zayn just wants to give him a hug because he looks so lost and
sweet and vulnerable.
“I – I’m not sure, Li… is this a good idea?” Liam just frowns at him in
confusion, allowing his hand to rest on Zayn’s thigh dangerously close to his
crotch.
“But you’ve helped me, and now I want to help you…” Liam bites his lip in a way
that is just ridiculously seductive, “…daddy.”
He’s never called his adoptive father that before – normally it’s just ‘dad’,
or even ‘Zayn’; neither of them are that big on parent-child boundaries, as is
fairly obvious from what they’ve just done – but Zayn doesn’t know what region
of hell is going to be reserved especially for him because that is the biggest
turn-on he thinks he’s ever heard. His dick is achingly hard to the point where
it is throbbing inside the cruel restrictions of his trousers that are way too
tight for this sort of thing.
“Oh God,” is all he can manage to breathe out, causing Liam to grin at him. “Y-
yes – oh God, yes, please – please help me, Li.”
He didn’t think it was possible for Liam’s smile to grow any wider, but at that
it stretches so far across his face that Zayn’s fairly sure his cheeks must be
hurting. Without even saying a word, Liam pulls up his boxers and immediately
slides off the bed to kneel on the floor. For a moment Zayn is confused by the
sudden movement, but when Liam positions himself in between his legs his mouth
falls open in realisation and he gasps.
“A-are you sure, Liam?” he asks as seriously as he can manage, because God
knows he just wants to fuck Liam’s pretty little mouth right there and then
until cum is dripping down his chin and tears spill from his eyes, but he would
feel terrible if that wasn’t what Liam wanted too. Whatever it is they’ve
gotten themselves into, Liam is still his son and so always comes first.
However Liam just nods a little desperately, his eyes practically boring holes
through the fabric of Zayn’s trousers, and, well, Zayn’s hardly going to say no
now.
So he gives a small, cursory nod instead and allows Liam to lean forwards and
mouth wetly at the damp patch on the front of his jeans from where precum has
soaked through his boxers, providing a little of the friction Zayn so desires
but it’s still not enough. Burying a hand in Liam’s hair, he manages to convey
the message and Liam quickly pulls back to look up at him confusedly.
“Sorry,” he begins quietly. “Did I do something wrong, or…?” Quickly shaking
his head, Zayn moves his hand to cup Liam’s cheek and stroke it softly.
“Not at all,” he tells him gently. “Just… don’t tease, yeah?”
Nodding earnestly once again, Liam reaches out to undo the zip of Zayn’s
trousers and before Zayn even knows what’s happening his jeans and boxers are
around his ankles and Liam’s mouth is around his rock hard erection. And, fuck,
if it isn’t the best feeling in the world to have those sinful lips wrapped
tight around his cock that’s just a bit too big for his son’s mouth, and that
velvety heat encompassing his every thought. All Zayn can do is gasp and
splutter like a fish out of water at the pleasure that he hasn’t experienced
for 3 months, and that he never thought would be provided by his own adopted
son.
Evidently Liam isn’t exactly an expert at giving blowjobs (in fact Zayn would
be rather alarmed and embarrassingly jealous if he was), but he’s giving it his
damn best go. His head is bobbing up and down luxuriously slowly, the friction
between his slightly hollowed cheeks sending shivers down Zayn’s spine and
straight to his highly erect cock. But it’s when after a few minutes Liam gains
confidence from the moans slipping out of his Zayn’s mouth and allows his
tongue to trace patterns on the underside of the member in his mouth that Zayn
totally loses it.
“Oh God, Li, your mouth!” he cries out, not even caring who might hear him, and
before he can stop himself his hands are tangled in the short strands of Liam’s
hair while he pushes the boy up and down his length until the tip hits the back
of his throat. This triggers Liam’s gag reflex, and the last thing Zayn sees
before he tips over the edge of his pleasure is the tears rolling down the
teenager’s cheeks while his red, swollen lips stretch around his cock and his
normally wide, innocent eyes glint with satisfaction and determination.
Then it all becomes too much and his orgasm hits him like a tsunami, causing
pleasure to flow through his veins and flood his mind until all he can think is
LiamLiamLiam.
At first Liam tries to swallow it all, but Zayn’s abundance of cum eventually
becomes too much for his relatively small mouth and he has to pull off. But
that only serves to make Zayn even more turned on because his cum then spills
onto his obscenely swollen lips and even manages to splash on his face, and if
Liam with a face covered in cum isn’t the hottest thing Zayn’s ever seen then
he doesn’t know what is. Eventually the sight becomes too much and he has to
clamp his eyes shut and ride out the waves of pure ecstasy currently wracking
his body. Liam just lets it all hit him until Zayn carefully pushes his head
away a little so he can calm down.
He’s not exactly sure what he expects to happen next (the chat he’s been
planning to have with Liam all day, perhaps) but it definitely isn’t for Liam
to rest a hand on his trembling thigh, look up at him and say, “Well, um,
thanks for that.”
Then he stands up and walks out of the room without a second word, leaving a
severely confused, still half-naked Zayn sat on his bed wondering what on earth
they’ve both just done.
***
Zayn deliberately avoids Liam for the rest of the evening, save for making them
both tea that they choose to eat in separate rooms, and neither of them talks
for several long hours. The atmosphere isn’t awkward, exactly, but Zayn can’t
help but wonder if Liam is regretting everything they did now that it’s over.
He sincerely hopes not, as that would make him about 10 times more of an awful
human being than he feels right now, because he doesn’t regret it at all. Not
his lustful thoughts over the past few months, not how he allowed Liam to come
onto him in his bedroom when he’s only 14, not even how absolutely gorgeous his
son looked with his cum flecked over his face and lips. He probably should feel
awful for all the things he’s just done, but really he’s more worried that Liam
might now hate him.
Eventually he gives up on waiting for Liam start a conversation with him (he’s
been waiting for him to make the first move in case his son just wants to
forget it and move on) and goes to bed early. Sleep is clearly not about to
come to him any time soon, though, and Zayn lies there for what feels like
hours just staring up at the ceiling and letting his jumbled thoughts whirl
around his head.
This time it’s much more of a surprise when a knock comes at the door, and he
doesn’t have to call out before Liam peeks his head around the door. Zayn
considers pretending to be asleep, but then decides that’s probably in pretty
poor taste towards his son and so pulls back the duvet like an invitation for
Liam to join him. He does so hesitantly, like he’s as uncertain of where their
boundaries now lie as Zayn is, and that’s a bit of a relief to the older man.
It would be far more awkward if Liam was super confident, and it’s a relief to
know he’s not the only one who isn’t sure how to deal with this whole
situation.
However when Liam speaks up to break the silence, his words almost break Zayn’s
heart as well.
“Do you still love me, Zayn?”
“Of course I do!” Almost automatically Zayn’s arms wrap around his son and hold
him to his chest so as to convey the fact that of course he still loves him!
“I’m never going to stop loving you – I’m your dad! You’re the best thing
that’s ever happened to me, and I love you so, so much, you hear me? I was just
worried, that’s all.”
Liam’s next words are slightly muffled as his face is buried in Zayn’s
shoulder, but Zayn still hears him. “Worried about what?”
Gulping, Zayn prepares to tell his son the truth about why he’s been avoiding
him all evening.
“I was… I was worried that you might not love me anymore,” he confesses, then
bites his lip as he waits for Liam’s response. To his surprise, however, Liam
doesn’t say a word. He just clings even closer to Zayn, allowing the man’s body
heat to warm his cold limbs, and presses a kiss to Zayn’s collarbone.
“But you’re the best!” he tells him eventually in a rather tired yet deeply
sincere tone of voice, and Zayn just wants to kiss him right then and there but
he’s not sure if that’s allowed. “You took me in when I thought no one would
ever want me, and today you made me feel so special!”
With that leans forward and presses their lips together in a quick, chaste kiss
before sighing sleepily and resting his head back on Zayn’s torso with a
ridiculously adorable grin on his face. “I love you daddy.” And once again he
falls asleep on Zayn’s chest, hot breath falling against his tanned skin and
mussed hair a little tickly while his angelic looking face smiles up at his
father through his dreams. Zayn can’t help but think that they both might be up
very late tomorrow morning.
End Notes
     So if that Larry incest didn't send me to hell, then this surely
     will. Oh well, see you there daddy!kink lovers! :D
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