Dirty Yoga (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2: Sexy

Warnings: smut (BDSM) and illegal substances

On Wednesday evening, dressed in his best jeans and Calvin Klein shirt, Zayn sat by himself at the table waiting on Louis, who could never be on time for anything, to join him. He read the small menu several times out of boredom, almost having it memorized.

As the clock dwindled down, he latched onto his stomach, trying to quiet the hunger pangs. "Oh fuck this!" He thought out loud as he made his way to the counter.

"Hey, I'm Liam. What can I get for you?" Chocolate eyes greeted Zayn with warm hospitality.

"I....well....I..." So much for remembering the menu.

Liam frowned. "Hmm, well we don't have anything on the menu called 'well,'" he chuckles. "But I can get you a latte."

"Sounds perfect," Zayn said, handing him his card with a shaky hand.

Liam smiled and took the card, their hands brushing slightly as he did so.

"Give me a few minutes," Liam said after returning his card.

Zayn signed the screen and then headed back to his seat. Just as he sat down, Louis arrived.

"Hey," Zayn said casually. He tried to play it off cool, but he felt anything but calm as he took in Louis' black ripped skinny jeans and loose white tank top. His biceps were exposed, revealing his tattoo sleeves, and Zayn wondered how someone could look so good, after apparently just waking up from a nap.

"Hey, Zee," Louis said, taking a seat across from him. "What's going on?"

As Louis adjusted himself, Liam arrived to the table with Zayn's latee, placing it down with an embarrassed expression.

"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were on a date," he giggled, quickly strutting away.

Zayn and Louis looked down into Zayn's cup, which contained elaborately crafted heart shaped latte art.

Louis ran his fingers through the frothy heart and put the foam in his mouth – sucking on his index finger as he looked at Zayn. He watched as Zayn squirmed in his seat a little bit, wiping his palms over his thighs a few times.

"It's too sweet," Louis critiqued.

Zayn cleared his throat before finding his bearings again. "That's yours now. I don't know where those filthy little hands of yours have been." He pushed the cup toward Louis, who gladly accepted his friend's free coffee.

"How much did this thing cost? There are seven numbers written beside your name!" Louis said confused. "Oh shit, wait, is that..." Amused, Louis looked over at the barista who was surprisingly already watching the pair while trying to pretend to wipe the counter.

"What?" Zayn asked trying to scoot the cup back in his direction, but Louis maintained possession of the drink.

"So you're into the barista? I'm hurt," Louis giggled, wiping away pretend tears.

"Very funny," Zayn grumbled, shaking his head.

Louis leaned in, his squeaky voice deepening an octave. "No, I mean, go for it. He's hot."

Zayn shrugged. "I'm kind of on a date right now. Don't wanna go on another."

"Are you now?" Louis asked, licking his lips. "I thought we were just two co-workers here to discuss...." He paused to wipe some of the latee froth onto Zayn's nose. "Business."

"You are really too much sometimes," Zayn growled.

"That's what you love about me, though," Louis giggled, cupping his chin in his hands and making a V shape beneath his face.