Heat II

Zayn sat speechleesly as he serioulsy took in the act that was right in front of him, if a seer had approached and told him that he would see the day Will would undress in front of him without showing a sign of being bashful, he wouldn't believe it.

He couldn't remember how many times Will would get self conscious whenever he did so much as glance over at him when he was getting changed, because Will did it everytime. Despite how there wasn't that much difference between them, also considering how long they stayed together, he would still get red and tell him to stop staring.

Now Will was standing stark naked in front of him without showing a sign of withdrawal even when Zayn had his eyes taking in every inch of his body.

Could he be nearing his end?

"Aren't you going to tell me to stop staring?" Zayn said in hopes of finding a hole in his wall.

"Go ahead, it's no fun if you don't." Will replied with a smile that said he was enjoying every bit of it.

Zayn's hand flew up to his fa