And with each mile
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teamzaylorCHAPTER 5 : BOYISH PECKS
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Woot! Another Chapter for you girls! Enjoy :-)
He called me that night just like he promised he would. Zac follows through with everything he says he’s going to. He’s never been one to make commitments and break them. He hates when people do that to him, so he never does it to anyone else.
“Took you long enough to pick up,” he said in a playful voice when I finally picked up the phone. I’d been in the middle of brushing my teeth when the phone started ringing so I spit really quick and rushed to find it. It was hidden under my covers.
“Sorry,” I said, a wave of affection rising through my body from just hearing his voice. There is no voice like Zachary’s. He’s got this peaceful husky voice that just screams sexiness. I remember when I was young and first getting used to my attraction to my brother, it used to scare me how hot I found it to just talk to him. Eventually I learned to except that my brother’s voice IS sex- especially when he sings. I’d just come to appreciate it for what it was.
“So, I found a hotel? Actually, a lot of hotels had vacancy, according to the signs outside. But I was too tired to really shop around so I just walked into the one closest to me. I’m actually only a few blocks away from you.”
“Good,” I smiled, laying down on my bed and turning the lights off. This is how I talked to him every night- laying there in the dark and picturing his face. I could see, in my mind, the way the corners of his lips wrinkled when his face split into a wide smile.
“Do you miss me?” His tone was undeniably flirtatious.
“Like crazy,” I said, happy to flirt back. That is something Zachary is insanely good at. He is the master of flirting, which is how I think he manages to make anyone feel attracted to him.
“Hey, I have a question,” he said.
“Shoot.”
“Okay…” he sounded apprehensive. He’s rarely hesitant about anything. He says life is too short to worry about small things that probably won’t make a difference at the end of the day anyway. “Do Europeans… do they know about us?”
About the photographs? About the photographs we never dared to mention to each other? Is that what he meant? Was he talking about the photographs we were never brave enough to talk about?
“You mean… about…”
“Yeah. Do they know?”
I tried to remember my various confrontations in England. There were far less people asking me about my brother in England than there used to be at home. And since I’d been in Europe we’d also taken a field trip to Paris. Isn’t that crazy? A field trip… to Paris. Anyway, the French really had no clue. In fact, not a single person there had even recognized me, and the few people who remembered me once I told them who I was didn’t say anything about Zac.
“Not like they do at home.”
He paused thoughtfully. I wanted to ask what he was thinking, but I figured he would tell me if I waited long enough. Zachary rarely holds anything back. Me… I only say the things that I find necessary to say. Zac says whatever pops into his mind. I waited for almost a full minute and he still hadn’t said anything.
“Zac?” I asked and then glanced down at the phone to see that I was still connected.
“I’m here,” he said in a quiet voice.
“What are you thinking?”
I heard him sigh heavily into the phone.
“Zachary?”
“I’m thinking… Tay, I’m thinking that this is our chance.”
Either Zac is incredibly naive or he is just more vague than he thinks he is. I stared at the dark walls of my bedroom and frowned. Our chance? What was he talking about?
“I don’t understand.”
There was another heavy sigh.
“We’re away from the family so we don’t have to worry about making them feel awkward… and we’re away from America. Tay do you honestly think people will recognize us here? Do you think that many people will look at us and see two brothers dating each other? They’ll look at us and see gays, yeah, and the homophobes won’t appreciate that…” Zac chuckled. “But brothers? They won’t think that, Taylor. This is our opportunity.”
I came to Europe for an opportunity to grow up without the pressures of being the incestual pop star for a little while. I came to Europe for cultural and educational opportunities, not the opportunity to spend guilt-free time with Zac. That wasn’t part of my plan.
“Zac… I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” he said in a rushed, nervous voice. “Taylor, what don’t you know?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Zachary kept talking. When he gets nervous or upset he just talks and talks until he’s saying stuff that he usually regrets later on. Although, Zac never really admits to regretting anything. He says he doesn’t believe in regret.
“Tay, you love me. You know you love me. You know I’m the only person you’ll ever love. I’m sick of this let’s date other people and try to move on bullshit. The last three years have been nothing but bullshit and you know it. Why the fuck should we move on? What? Because Mommy and Daddy aren’t thrilled their sons love each other? Because America isn’t exactly patting us on the back and saying, bravo. Dating your siblings is cool?”
“Zac…” But I knew my arguing with him was useless. I had him worked up now. He was afraid he came to England for no reason. He was afraid he was making a fool of himself.
“Tay, god, this is killing me. You’re killing me. I flew here because I thought we… I thought something was happening with us. I thought maybe… I thought we were ready to try again.”
“I know you did…”
“Are you saying that you’re not feeling anything I’m feeling?” he said immediately- hurriedly. I could picture him in my mind, sitting up in his bed nervously, probably fumbling with something in his hands.
“Taylor!”
My brother is impatient. While I think about everything in my life, every little detail, Zachary makes up his mind about things quickly. He expects everyone else to be like him. I wasn’t doubting my relationship with Zac.
God, I knew things were getting good between us. I knew we were rekindling something from two years ago, something we’d been trying to repress but couldn’t. I knew how perfect we were for each other and how amazing he was and how much I loved him. In fact, I’m sure I was feeling the same ways he was. It’s just… I do things differently than him. I think about things over and over again just so I know I’m making prudent decisions. Zachary doesn’t get that though. He never has.
“What are you saying then!?” he cried anxiously. I heard him take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I know I’m acting a little bit needy right now. I just… Tay, you don’t know how badly I want to be with you.”
“Yeah… I do,” I said, sliding under the covers as a cold draft came through my open window. I suddenly wished I hadn’t told him to sleep in a hotel room. I wished I had snuck him in and he was laying in bed with me, wrapping his arms around me. I couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done that. It must have been right before Thanksgiving in 2000- right before the pressure got to us and we just gave up on love because we cared about society more. “Because I know how badly I want to be with you.”
“I was going to wait…” he confessed. “I was going to wait until we spent a little more time together over here… till we had some to be together away from Tulsa. I didn’t want to come to England and bombard you with this defining the relationship shit. I feel like a lovelorn teenager.”
I smirked and sighed contently in the phone. He made me happy. He made me so happy. “Good. You should.”
“Well you didn’t have to agree…” he said softly. I could see him smile by the tone of his voice. I could make him smile more than anyone else in the world and I loved that. Even before everything, even when we were just kids. We’d always made each other the happiest.
“I wish you were here instead of in that hotel room by yourself,” I said lazily, not realizing I was saying something so suggestive until I heard a playful giggle from him.
“Well… I don’t have to be by myself. I can’t sleep there, but when I checked into my hotel room, they didn’t give me any rules about not having visitors.”
His offer was enticing. Maybe if I wasn’t so tired, I might have been able to think it out and resist it… but knowing he was just a few blocks away was far too tempting.
I took his bait.
“I could… come and hang out with you for a bit?” I glanced at the clock. It was midnight. I had to be up for class at seven. Who needed sleep anyway?
“Why don’t you just sleep here?” he said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I’m at The Aquaduct… I think it’s called. Room 32.”
“I…” I looked for a reason to say no. Was I ready to spend the night with him? I didn’t think things would get physical. Zac's and my relationship had never been about the physical bonuses, not that we didn’t enjoy those. But still, spending a night with him after all these years… it felt weird. In the end, I couldn’t find a reason that outweighed how badly I wanted go see him. The few hours I got to spend with him earlier wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
“I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Woot! Another Chapter for you girls! Enjoy :-)
He called me that night just like he promised he would. Zac follows through with everything he says he’s going to. He’s never been one to make commitments and break them. He hates when people do that to him, so he never does it to anyone else.
“Took you long enough to pick up,” he said in a playful voice when I finally picked up the phone. I’d been in the middle of brushing my teeth when the phone started ringing so I spit really quick and rushed to find it. It was hidden under my covers.
“Sorry,” I said, a wave of affection rising through my body from just hearing his voice. There is no voice like Zachary’s. He’s got this peaceful husky voice that just screams sexiness. I remember when I was young and first getting used to my attraction to my brother, it used to scare me how hot I found it to just talk to him. Eventually I learned to except that my brother’s voice IS sex- especially when he sings. I’d just come to appreciate it for what it was.
“So, I found a hotel? Actually, a lot of hotels had vacancy, according to the signs outside. But I was too tired to really shop around so I just walked into the one closest to me. I’m actually only a few blocks away from you.”
“Good,” I smiled, laying down on my bed and turning the lights off. This is how I talked to him every night- laying there in the dark and picturing his face. I could see, in my mind, the way the corners of his lips wrinkled when his face split into a wide smile.
“Do you miss me?” His tone was undeniably flirtatious.
“Like crazy,” I said, happy to flirt back. That is something Zachary is insanely good at. He is the master of flirting, which is how I think he manages to make anyone feel attracted to him.
“Hey, I have a question,” he said.
“Shoot.”
“Okay…” he sounded apprehensive. He’s rarely hesitant about anything. He says life is too short to worry about small things that probably won’t make a difference at the end of the day anyway. “Do Europeans… do they know about us?”
About the photographs? About the photographs we never dared to mention to each other? Is that what he meant? Was he talking about the photographs we were never brave enough to talk about?
“You mean… about…”
“Yeah. Do they know?”
I tried to remember my various confrontations in England. There were far less people asking me about my brother in England than there used to be at home. And since I’d been in Europe we’d also taken a field trip to Paris. Isn’t that crazy? A field trip… to Paris. Anyway, the French really had no clue. In fact, not a single person there had even recognized me, and the few people who remembered me once I told them who I was didn’t say anything about Zac.
“Not like they do at home.”
He paused thoughtfully. I wanted to ask what he was thinking, but I figured he would tell me if I waited long enough. Zachary rarely holds anything back. Me… I only say the things that I find necessary to say. Zac says whatever pops into his mind. I waited for almost a full minute and he still hadn’t said anything.
“Zac?” I asked and then glanced down at the phone to see that I was still connected.
“I’m here,” he said in a quiet voice.
“What are you thinking?”
I heard him sigh heavily into the phone.
“Zachary?”
“I’m thinking… Tay, I’m thinking that this is our chance.”
Either Zac is incredibly naive or he is just more vague than he thinks he is. I stared at the dark walls of my bedroom and frowned. Our chance? What was he talking about?
“I don’t understand.”
There was another heavy sigh.
“We’re away from the family so we don’t have to worry about making them feel awkward… and we’re away from America. Tay do you honestly think people will recognize us here? Do you think that many people will look at us and see two brothers dating each other? They’ll look at us and see gays, yeah, and the homophobes won’t appreciate that…” Zac chuckled. “But brothers? They won’t think that, Taylor. This is our opportunity.”
I came to Europe for an opportunity to grow up without the pressures of being the incestual pop star for a little while. I came to Europe for cultural and educational opportunities, not the opportunity to spend guilt-free time with Zac. That wasn’t part of my plan.
“Zac… I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” he said in a rushed, nervous voice. “Taylor, what don’t you know?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Zachary kept talking. When he gets nervous or upset he just talks and talks until he’s saying stuff that he usually regrets later on. Although, Zac never really admits to regretting anything. He says he doesn’t believe in regret.
“Tay, you love me. You know you love me. You know I’m the only person you’ll ever love. I’m sick of this let’s date other people and try to move on bullshit. The last three years have been nothing but bullshit and you know it. Why the fuck should we move on? What? Because Mommy and Daddy aren’t thrilled their sons love each other? Because America isn’t exactly patting us on the back and saying, bravo. Dating your siblings is cool?”
“Zac…” But I knew my arguing with him was useless. I had him worked up now. He was afraid he came to England for no reason. He was afraid he was making a fool of himself.
“Tay, god, this is killing me. You’re killing me. I flew here because I thought we… I thought something was happening with us. I thought maybe… I thought we were ready to try again.”
“I know you did…”
“Are you saying that you’re not feeling anything I’m feeling?” he said immediately- hurriedly. I could picture him in my mind, sitting up in his bed nervously, probably fumbling with something in his hands.
“Taylor!”
My brother is impatient. While I think about everything in my life, every little detail, Zachary makes up his mind about things quickly. He expects everyone else to be like him. I wasn’t doubting my relationship with Zac.
God, I knew things were getting good between us. I knew we were rekindling something from two years ago, something we’d been trying to repress but couldn’t. I knew how perfect we were for each other and how amazing he was and how much I loved him. In fact, I’m sure I was feeling the same ways he was. It’s just… I do things differently than him. I think about things over and over again just so I know I’m making prudent decisions. Zachary doesn’t get that though. He never has.
“What are you saying then!?” he cried anxiously. I heard him take a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I know I’m acting a little bit needy right now. I just… Tay, you don’t know how badly I want to be with you.”
“Yeah… I do,” I said, sliding under the covers as a cold draft came through my open window. I suddenly wished I hadn’t told him to sleep in a hotel room. I wished I had snuck him in and he was laying in bed with me, wrapping his arms around me. I couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done that. It must have been right before Thanksgiving in 2000- right before the pressure got to us and we just gave up on love because we cared about society more. “Because I know how badly I want to be with you.”
“I was going to wait…” he confessed. “I was going to wait until we spent a little more time together over here… till we had some to be together away from Tulsa. I didn’t want to come to England and bombard you with this defining the relationship shit. I feel like a lovelorn teenager.”
I smirked and sighed contently in the phone. He made me happy. He made me so happy. “Good. You should.”
“Well you didn’t have to agree…” he said softly. I could see him smile by the tone of his voice. I could make him smile more than anyone else in the world and I loved that. Even before everything, even when we were just kids. We’d always made each other the happiest.
“I wish you were here instead of in that hotel room by yourself,” I said lazily, not realizing I was saying something so suggestive until I heard a playful giggle from him.
“Well… I don’t have to be by myself. I can’t sleep there, but when I checked into my hotel room, they didn’t give me any rules about not having visitors.”
His offer was enticing. Maybe if I wasn’t so tired, I might have been able to think it out and resist it… but knowing he was just a few blocks away was far too tempting.
I took his bait.
“I could… come and hang out with you for a bit?” I glanced at the clock. It was midnight. I had to be up for class at seven. Who needed sleep anyway?
“Why don’t you just sleep here?” he said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I’m at The Aquaduct… I think it’s called. Room 32.”
“I…” I looked for a reason to say no. Was I ready to spend the night with him? I didn’t think things would get physical. Zac's and my relationship had never been about the physical bonuses, not that we didn’t enjoy those. But still, spending a night with him after all these years… it felt weird. In the end, I couldn’t find a reason that outweighed how badly I wanted go see him. The few hours I got to spend with him earlier wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
“I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”
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Date: 2012-11-14 04:19 pm (UTC)And don't let Zac suffer any longer. Be with him, as a couple I mean.
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Date: 2012-11-15 12:21 pm (UTC)In the next Chapter there's more about Taylor's personality, I just updated it. :)