Request: Ziam: Painting

Zayn had always had a natural flair for drawing- one which never ceased to amaze the boys- but he wasn’t so sure about painting. So naturally, he took the opportunity to sit down on a free day, and paint. It was all going relatively well; the young boy he was creating was going along nicely, and he was sure he still had the talent for painting. The only problem right now was that Liam had gotten bored and was now messing with him. “Li, come on, I’m really working hard on this,” Zayn complained, groaning in annoyance at the brunette.

“Fine, I’ll stop,” Liam replied, swapping the navy paint his mate was using for the jeans of the boy with hot pink. Zayn didn’t notice until it was too late, and Liam burst out laughing at the look on his face.

“Liam!” Zayn shook his head at the laughing boy, fighting off a smile. “Meanie!”

“Come on, you know it’s funny,” Liam argued, chuckling at Zayn. He sighed.

“Fine; it’s funny.” Liam smiled. “Now lie down.” he looked at Zayn warily.

“Why?”

“You screwed up this painting, so you’re my canvas now. Lie down.” Liam shrugged, still slightly nervous about the idea, but he did as he was told. Zayn knelt down next to him, surveying Liam’s shirt.

“Could you not ruin it,” Liam asked, motioning to the tee.

“Take it off then,” Zayn replied. Liam shrugged and pulled it off, tossing the black tee to the side. “You comfy?” Liam nodded.

“Much as I’m going to be.”

“Good.” Zayn frowned slightly. He had originally sketched out the figure before painting it, but he couldn’t exactly do that now. “Let me see here,” he murmured, looking through the brushes until he found the thinnest. He dipped it into the black paint and started blocking out the figure on Liam’s stomach. “Stay still,” he murmured, noticing that Liam was squirming.

“I-I cahahan’t,” he protested, giggling softly. “Ihit tickahals!” A sly smile spread over Zayn’s lips.

“Well you’re just going to have to take it then. If you mess it up, I’ll just wipe it off and start over.”

“Nohoho!”

“Then hold still.” Liam pressed his lips together and watched Zayn work, praying it to be over. Each flick of his wrist, each intently-made line, kept him suppressing giggles, and praying it to be over. “Outline’s done,” Zayn announced. Liam’s eyes widened as he realized how large the boy was; his hips lined up with the bottom of his rib cage, his head just below Liam’s neck. “I’ll get the basic outfit on him, do a little detail, and then you’ll be done, okay?”

“Okay,” Liam murmured, sucking in his stomach as the paintbrush touched down on his abs.

“Could you not, actually? If you suck in your stomach, it’ll look weird when I finish.”

“I can’t help it,” Liam whimpered, “I just do it when people tickle me. Wouldn’t you want to g-get awahahay?” Zayn had chosen to shut him up, and simply continued painting, beginning to put the navy onto the boy’s jeans with a thicker brush.

“Much better than neon pink, right?” Liam could barely focus on his words, as he was fighting against himself to keep his stomach as still as possible. “Must be tough if you’re so ticklish, huh?” Liam jumped when the brush strayed into his bellybutton, and Zayn grinned. “Sorry, but I do have to paint there.” Liam shook his head.

“N-nahahahaha plehehehehease! Ihihi’ll mohohohove!” Zayn sighed.

“I’ll have to start all over then.” Liam’s lips wobbled as the brush traced into his navel, making him suck in his stomach. “Only time you can,” Zayn warned him, twirling the brush. Liam’s eyes bulged, and he shook with full fledged laughter.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIT’S GOOD ENAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAUGH!” Zayn rolled his eyes, but he pulled back.

“We’ll see. I might need to do a touch up later.” Liam slowly let himself relax as Zayn cleaned off the brush. “Red or orange for the shirt?”

“W-wait, that’s on my ribs, isn’t it?” Zayn nodded, a grin on his face. “Can he be-“

“Shirtless would require more detail.” Liam sighed.

“Orange.” Zayn nodded, and began painting, brush going side to side. It took everything Liam had to stop from jerking away, and hysterical giggles flowed freely from his lips. “Doing great Li; just keep still,” Zayn muttered, slowly tracing around the black outlines. Liam jumped, and the brush slipped outside the line. “Uh oh,” Zayn murmured, “I’ll try to get that off later.” Liam was relieved that he wouldn’t start over just because of that little mark.  “Get another one, and I’ll start over,” Zayn warned him.

“NOHOHOH STAHAHAHAHAHAHRTIHIHIHIHIHING OHOHOHVEHEHEHEHEHEHER!!”  Zayn smirked, working around the edges at a painfully slow speed.

“Then don’t move again,” he replied, surveying his work. “Just a bit more,” he muttered, moving the boy’s face. “Doubt you’re ticklish here, so you should manage just fine.” Liam sighed with relief, knowing that Zayn was almost done. Much to his dismay, however, when Zayn began painting the boy’s eyes, he jumped. A smile spread across Zayn’s lips. “Really? Come on Li, you cannot be ticklish there.” Liam whimpered. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m ticklish everywhere,” Liam whined, and Zayn chuckled. “It’s not fair!”

“Well it’s just another thing to love about you then,” he told Liam, who blushed slightly.

“I guess. Could you just, you know, hurry up?” Zayn shook his head, and Liam pouted. “Why not?”

“Because this takes practice and time.” Liam groaned.

“Fine.” Zayn began painting the boy’s face onto Liam’s chest, oblivious to him sputtering with giggles. “St-stahahahahahahap it Z-Zahahahahayn,” Liam spat out amidst his giggling. He was amazed that he had the willpower to stay still.

“You’re doing great Li,” Zayn promised him, adding the final touches to the boy’s hair. He sat back to survey his work, but spot just below Liam’s ribs was troubling him. He brought the brush back down, making circles to blend the colors on the most ticklish spot of Liam’s body. A high pitched shriek left the younger lad’s lips and he finally lost it. A single jerk away from the brush sent an orange streak down the boy’s jeans. Liam looked at it, nervousness brewing inside of him. “Well,” Zayn sighed, “Looks like we’ll have to start over.”

“NO!” Zayn chuckled at his outburst, and walked over to the sink with a cloth. Liam winced at the sound of water trickling out. “Please no Zayn, can’t you just fix it without ruining the entire thing? It looks really good!” Zayn chuckled, walking back over to him.

“I’ll just make it even better then,” he replied, dabbing away the paint. Liam sighed. “You know, I keep messing up the pants whenever I paint this, so how about I start with the shirt this time? Right on your ribs.”