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teamzaylorCHAPTER 10: HOMOSEXUAL GESTURES
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.
Zachary’s good mood on the phone must have faded as he nervously waited around for 7 o’clock, because when I met him at the restaurant, he looked pissed.
“Hey…” I said nervously as I wandered over to where he was standing outside by himself, taking my cigarette out of my mouth and flicking it on a dustbin. I always smoke when I'm nervous.
“I think I saw a group of your friends when they walked in,” he nodded at the glass doors to the restaurant. I looked inside, and sure enough, there was Carter and some other university students.
“How’d you know it was them?”
He shrugged. “Could have been the way they whispered to each other that they thought I was your brother once they walked by me. I’m assuming they know about us?”
I stared at the orange dot of my cigarette against the dark night. “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure almost every student here knows who I am… and has heard about what happened between us.
I don’t know if they know that we’re… you know, still together.”
He looked up immediately, his eyes wide and his mouth parted. “Still together?”
Oh god, I hadn’t… I hadn’t meant to say that. I didn’t know what Zac and I were… but it just slipped out of my mouth when I was trying to get my point across.
“Well, you know,” I shrugged, trying to brush it off.
I took a deep drag of my cigarette and watched him crossing his arms around his chest.
“Let me finish this,” I gestured to the cancer stick and he frowned at me.
In Europe unlike many American restaurants, you can smoke inside as much as your little heart desired in Europe but I don't want to adopt foreign ways. The only thing on my mind was hopefully that night wouldn't be that bad. I wanted to introduce Zac to Carter and the nameless friends of his that I probably would know better without my doubtful past.
“You said still together,” Zachary finally said. I had hoped he’d forget about that comment, but apparently he hadn’t. He arched an eyebrow at me, “Are we?”
“I don’t know…”
“Damnit Tay!” he sighed. He looked at me with an irritated but then suddenly his anger seemed to melt and he looked almost guilty. “I just… do you always have to be so indecisive?”
Yes, I wanted to tell him. That’s just how I was. I contemplated everything before I made decisions.
“We’ve been talking every night for a month… I flew to England to see you… we fell asleep last night holding hands… how can you not know what we are?”
I stared at the ground as he spoke feeling bad about always being so complicated for him. Zachary was always very clear about what he wanted. Now that he was standing there in London with me, he made it no secret that he wanted to be with me again. He knew I felt the same way, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to just tell him.
“I just don’t know yet, Zac. It’s been a long time. It just feels really sudden…” I said in my best apologetic tone.
He looked like he wanted to be mad, but as I looked up at him and made eye contact with him, the tension in his body disappeared. He reached out and draped his left arm around my body.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, rubbing my arm gently- something that sent a wave of comfort through my entire body. “I’m sorry I’m rushing you. I’ll give you time.”
I gave him a grateful smile and rested my cheek against his body. It had been so long since we stood in public touching each other, but it felt good. As a man and woman walked by us holding hands, Zac and I both noticed that they gave us disapproving looks. Zac pulled me tighter against his body and I wrapped my arm around his waist loosely. Without a word, we stood there and told the couple- fuck you. Fuck all of you who don’t understand!
Once they walked by us, Zachary leaned in and kissed my cheek again, squeezing my shoulder.
It was the second time he had kissed my cheek since he’d arrived in London, and I admit while I almost wished he would kiss me more, I was glad he respected me enough not to kiss him until I was ready.
“Don’t be mad at me,” he said softly. I watched the ground as he stood there with his Adidas sneakers. Actually, upon closer inspection, I realized those were a pair of my shoes I had left at home. That little thief had raided my room…
“I’m not mad. I promise,” I said. “But can you try… at least try to be nice to these people? I don’t think I really know any of them except for the guy who invited me- Carter. And even him I hardly know. So I sort of want to make a good impression…”
Zachary nodded, “I’ll try, Tay… for you.”
That was enough for me. As long as he was trying, trying for me, then I was happy.
After one last drag I threw the cigarette in the dustbin and yanked open one of the doors to the restaurant. We let go of each other and walked inside, not wanting to scare these new people with our physical affection right away.
“Hey,” I gave Carter a weak smile because I hardly knew him at all and suddenly it felt really awkward that had I had accepted his invitation and brought my little brother along. I knew that Carter grew up right there in London, was a year older than me, and liked The Rolling Stones. Those were the few things we had talked about during the couple conversations we’d had waiting for class to begin.
“Hey, Taylor,” he smiled. “Sooo glad you could come. We’re waiting for them to seat us… it’s taking foreeever.”
I noticed Zachary winced when he heard him talk- his gaydar beeping uncontrollably. Carter was nothing short of flaming and although it probably should have assured Zac that Carter would be less judgmental than some people, it seemed to make him more territorial over him. He stepped close to my side and looked over the group of students. I recognized a few of them… one I even knew was named Mary. She’d said hi to me once or twice before. Out of the group of about ten of them though, I mostly didn’t recognize them at all.
“I’m Carter,” Carter said, holding out his hand to Zac. Zac hesitantly shook it and shake it, although he was never one to understand the point in shaking hands with people when you meet them. Usually he might have pointed out how stupid the tradition was and refused to offer his hand, but I think he was trying to be fairly pleasant for me.
“I’m Tay’s brother… Zachary…” he looked nervously at the group of curious students, looking for any sign of disgusted expressions. If they were freaked out standing there next to us, they didn’t show it. I prayed they were an extraordinarily liberal bunch.
“I was a big fan of your music when you guys were still a band!” a nameless girl said from behind Carter. She jumped out so we could see her better, grinning nervously at us. Zac was always the loudest and craziest of us. With his long blonde hair and his casual style he was still dressed the most like a Rock star unlike us students. He still seemed like a Rock Star to most people. A lot of people feel intimidated by his presence. On that particular night he was standing there with a challenging expression and wearing a vintage t-shirt, a black leather jacket and one of his pairs of ripped jeans.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Zac smirked. He’d learned over the years to insult himself before anyone else did. Whenever we looked back at our old music, we usually insulted it because it hurt too much to admit how much we missed making music.
“You three were talented!” she said in her dainty, English accent. “It’s a shame you stopped playing.”
Zachary looked agitated by her comment, since it made everyone in the circle think about why we stopped making music. Everyone shifted awkwardly, but Zac, who generally refuses to feel awkward even when he should, felt the need to open his big mouth.
“It’s a shame the bulk of our fans, including you I’m sure, stopped buying records because they couldn’t handle alternative lifestyles.”
No one knew what to say to him, so it was a good thing that the hostess came over to us and offered to take us to the table they had cleared for us. Everyone picked their gaping jaws off the floor and awkwardly followed the hostess to a big table in the back of the restaurant.
I shot Zac an annoyed expression when no one was looking and to my surprise, he mouthed- ‘sorry’. Zachary didn’t enjoy being irrational and cruel when he was meeting new people. In fact, I think he wished he could just chill out and relax a little bit. I knew it was hard for him though. He got so sick of being on the defense, he usually played the offensive line first.
I reached down and took his hand, squeezing it gently and letting it drop. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t mad at him. I understood. It was strange how three years had passed but being with Zachary still felt natural. I think that’s what confirmed to me that he was meant for me. It felt so right.
Everyone sat down and began to talk about what we were going to order to eat. We needed a non-controversial topic. I chatted casually with the students, trying to learn everyone’s name and appear as likeable as I could. Zac tried to keep himself out of the conversation the best he could for the first thirty minutes that we were sitting there, staring at his menu until we ordered and then gazing off into space once the waitress had taken it from him. Things probably would have gone better if things had stayed like that- if Carter hadn’t tried to involve him in the conversation.
“So Zachary,” Carter said when there was a gap in the conversation. Zac looked up in surprise. He hadn’t been listening and so hearing his name had thrown him off. “Are you visiting England?”
“Yeah, for a bit. I came to keep my brother company.”
“Cool. How long are you staying?”
“I’m not really sure. I guess I’ll stay until Taylor tells me to go home,” he offered me a smile which I returned. Some of our dinner companions laughed which I hoped would loosen Zac up a bit.
“Where do you live in the States?” a girl asked. I noticed the girl that Zac had attacked earlier sat there trying to bite her lip. She was clearly a talkative person- very extroverted, but Zachary had scared her away.
“In Oklahoma where I’ve always lived. I have an apartment there… my entire family lives not far away.”
I was impressed that conversation was going so well. Zac was actually giving more than one-word answers like he usually would and he didn’t seem at all irritated by the group of curious students he didn’t know. I wondered if the dinner might actually be a success.
I think the first bomb was dropped when Carter casually asked, “Do you and Taylor live together in the States?”
It was an innocent question although I think he asked it in order to try and figure out if we were still together like they suspected we might. Zac apparently didn’t like the question though.
“No,” he said, carefully annunciating the “n”. “Did I say we have an apartment there? Taylor
had his own apartment before he went to College."
“That’s cool,” Carter tried to recover from Zachary’s obvious annoyance. “What do you do in Oklahoma? Do you have a job?”
Now, you really can’t blame Carter for asking because it’s a completely normal question. However, anyone who knows my brother well knows that he is pretty self conscious about what a boring life he lives. When we stopped making music, I came home and began to take my high-school-diploma. I even started learning from a family friend all about video editing and started doing part time work at a local television studio. I kept busy while I finished school and eventually applied to college. I was accepted to the University of Tulsa as a film major, but at last minute, decided to spend my first semester of college abroad.
Zac, on the other hand, returned home to nothing after the tour that was abruptly cancelled half-way through it in 2000. He stayed inside his bedroom while he grudgingly finished his high school assignments so that he could graduate. Zac’s life didn’t consist of much more than partying, dating, video games and sleeping. He moved out of the house a few month ago, but he never did get a job or really do much with his life. It was something he felt really guilty about… he’d told me times before that he felt pathetic, in fact.
“I made millions and millions of dollars off of MMMBop,” he said, exaggerating the four million dollars we each had in our bank account. “Why should I work?” I knew it was Zac’s way of covering up his shame about not doing anything with his life, but they probably saw it as arrogant prosperity.
“Gee, maybe for the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing something with your life?” Carter responded, obviously on his defense too.
“Awww, bust my ass so I can feel all warm and fuzzy inside?” Zac rolled his eyes. I reached under the table and squeezed his knee affectionately, hoping to calm him down. It didn’t work very well. I could tell just by looking at him that he was tense as all hell.
“What’s your major?” I asked Carter quickly, hoping to end the conversation between he and Zac.
“Business. I want to go corporate.”
“Hah!” Zac laughed obnoxiously next to me.
“What?” Carter asked him.
“Nothing,” Zac smirked, taking a sip of his soda and chuckling around the straw.
“No, really, what are you laughing at?”
Zac sighed and pushed his drink away from, looking up at Carter and resting his hands in front of him folded on the table. “I just wonder how you expect to be taken seriously as a business man with your highly homosexual gestures and nasally voice.”
The entire table took a harmonized gasp. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the shit to hit the fan.
“Dude, you’re gay too!” Carter cried, pointing at him accusingly.
Zachary tossed his head back and laughed. “Oh really? I had no clue. It’s called bisexual, buddy.”
Zac and I could argue for hours whether or not he really is bisexual. He claims he is, and I know I should probably believe him because he knows his own sexuality better than I do. But I honestly never feel like he’s very attracted to women. I think he likes women because they’ll suck his dick and feed his ego.
“Big difference,” Carter said in one of the most flaming voices I’d ever heard. He rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist under his chin.
My callous brother howled at him. “Do you honestly expect to sit at an executive table doing shit like that?”
“Zac… stop…” I mumbled.
“I may like dick, but at least you can’t tell just by looking at me. Is the purple shirt really necessary?” Zachary gestured at Carter’s outfit which truthfully did look pretty gay. It was stereotypical gay. I hated guys who did that… guys who spoke with a lisp just so appease people’s gay expectations. Liking men has nothing to do with putting up your pinky finger and raising your voice an octave. “Dude, trust me. People can tell you’re gay just by talking to you. Leave the ultra-gay attire home next time. You give all of us who suck cock a bad name.”
Everyone looked stunned- except for me who was used to being around Zac when he made himself into a social fuck up. If he tried hard enough, he was completely capable of getting along with the human race. But he never tried and going out in public with Zachary usually ended up like this.
“You are really rude,” was all Carter said and his friends nodded mutually.
“I sure am,” Zac shrugged, looking down and using his straw to stir his drink mindlessly.
To all of our surprise, a girl with far too much make up on and a slutty, low-cut shirt who had hardly spoken yet and who’s name I believed to be Elizabeth, spoke up.
“Zachary,” she spat out of her mouth like he was a bad taste she was trying to get rid of. “How can you be so critical of Carter after we all know that you sleep with your brother?”
Holy fuck! Holy fuck! The conversation had just went from bad to really, really dangerous. Everyone stared wide eyed at her and then slowly turned back to look at Zac questioningly.
“Let’s just drop it…” Carter glanced at me nervously, feeling guilty about where the conversation had gone- especially because it probably had made me uncomfortable too.
“Who I sleep with is none of your fucking business,” Zac growled at her, pushing his chair out and standing up. “And for the record, I’d have the rather the whole fucking world know that my dick frequents in my brother's ass hole than the city of London know that I’ve had every British penis in my mouth… at least twice.”
“What is that supposed to mean!” she stood up too and looked Zac in the eye. I just sat there and covered my face with my hands, waiting for it to be over.
“I don’t know… maybe that you look like a whore?” Zac rolled his eyes and grabbed his cell phone from the table. The entire restaurant was looking at us. “I’m leaving, Tay.”
I gave Carter a really apologetic look and scrambled up from the chair, horrified by what Zac had just revealed to the entire restaurant- including students from my classes. I ran after Zac who had begun storming towards the door. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t even been in London for a full 24 hours and he had already caused a scene.
As he walked, he paused in front of a middle-aged man staring at him. “Don’t even act like you haven’t fucked her,” Zac smirked and pushed through the front doors.
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.
Zachary’s good mood on the phone must have faded as he nervously waited around for 7 o’clock, because when I met him at the restaurant, he looked pissed.
“Hey…” I said nervously as I wandered over to where he was standing outside by himself, taking my cigarette out of my mouth and flicking it on a dustbin. I always smoke when I'm nervous.
“I think I saw a group of your friends when they walked in,” he nodded at the glass doors to the restaurant. I looked inside, and sure enough, there was Carter and some other university students.
“How’d you know it was them?”
He shrugged. “Could have been the way they whispered to each other that they thought I was your brother once they walked by me. I’m assuming they know about us?”
I stared at the orange dot of my cigarette against the dark night. “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure almost every student here knows who I am… and has heard about what happened between us.
I don’t know if they know that we’re… you know, still together.”
He looked up immediately, his eyes wide and his mouth parted. “Still together?”
Oh god, I hadn’t… I hadn’t meant to say that. I didn’t know what Zac and I were… but it just slipped out of my mouth when I was trying to get my point across.
“Well, you know,” I shrugged, trying to brush it off.
I took a deep drag of my cigarette and watched him crossing his arms around his chest.
“Let me finish this,” I gestured to the cancer stick and he frowned at me.
In Europe unlike many American restaurants, you can smoke inside as much as your little heart desired in Europe but I don't want to adopt foreign ways. The only thing on my mind was hopefully that night wouldn't be that bad. I wanted to introduce Zac to Carter and the nameless friends of his that I probably would know better without my doubtful past.
“You said still together,” Zachary finally said. I had hoped he’d forget about that comment, but apparently he hadn’t. He arched an eyebrow at me, “Are we?”
“I don’t know…”
“Damnit Tay!” he sighed. He looked at me with an irritated but then suddenly his anger seemed to melt and he looked almost guilty. “I just… do you always have to be so indecisive?”
Yes, I wanted to tell him. That’s just how I was. I contemplated everything before I made decisions.
“We’ve been talking every night for a month… I flew to England to see you… we fell asleep last night holding hands… how can you not know what we are?”
I stared at the ground as he spoke feeling bad about always being so complicated for him. Zachary was always very clear about what he wanted. Now that he was standing there in London with me, he made it no secret that he wanted to be with me again. He knew I felt the same way, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to just tell him.
“I just don’t know yet, Zac. It’s been a long time. It just feels really sudden…” I said in my best apologetic tone.
He looked like he wanted to be mad, but as I looked up at him and made eye contact with him, the tension in his body disappeared. He reached out and draped his left arm around my body.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, rubbing my arm gently- something that sent a wave of comfort through my entire body. “I’m sorry I’m rushing you. I’ll give you time.”
I gave him a grateful smile and rested my cheek against his body. It had been so long since we stood in public touching each other, but it felt good. As a man and woman walked by us holding hands, Zac and I both noticed that they gave us disapproving looks. Zac pulled me tighter against his body and I wrapped my arm around his waist loosely. Without a word, we stood there and told the couple- fuck you. Fuck all of you who don’t understand!
Once they walked by us, Zachary leaned in and kissed my cheek again, squeezing my shoulder.
It was the second time he had kissed my cheek since he’d arrived in London, and I admit while I almost wished he would kiss me more, I was glad he respected me enough not to kiss him until I was ready.
“Don’t be mad at me,” he said softly. I watched the ground as he stood there with his Adidas sneakers. Actually, upon closer inspection, I realized those were a pair of my shoes I had left at home. That little thief had raided my room…
“I’m not mad. I promise,” I said. “But can you try… at least try to be nice to these people? I don’t think I really know any of them except for the guy who invited me- Carter. And even him I hardly know. So I sort of want to make a good impression…”
Zachary nodded, “I’ll try, Tay… for you.”
That was enough for me. As long as he was trying, trying for me, then I was happy.
After one last drag I threw the cigarette in the dustbin and yanked open one of the doors to the restaurant. We let go of each other and walked inside, not wanting to scare these new people with our physical affection right away.
“Hey,” I gave Carter a weak smile because I hardly knew him at all and suddenly it felt really awkward that had I had accepted his invitation and brought my little brother along. I knew that Carter grew up right there in London, was a year older than me, and liked The Rolling Stones. Those were the few things we had talked about during the couple conversations we’d had waiting for class to begin.
“Hey, Taylor,” he smiled. “Sooo glad you could come. We’re waiting for them to seat us… it’s taking foreeever.”
I noticed Zachary winced when he heard him talk- his gaydar beeping uncontrollably. Carter was nothing short of flaming and although it probably should have assured Zac that Carter would be less judgmental than some people, it seemed to make him more territorial over him. He stepped close to my side and looked over the group of students. I recognized a few of them… one I even knew was named Mary. She’d said hi to me once or twice before. Out of the group of about ten of them though, I mostly didn’t recognize them at all.
“I’m Carter,” Carter said, holding out his hand to Zac. Zac hesitantly shook it and shake it, although he was never one to understand the point in shaking hands with people when you meet them. Usually he might have pointed out how stupid the tradition was and refused to offer his hand, but I think he was trying to be fairly pleasant for me.
“I’m Tay’s brother… Zachary…” he looked nervously at the group of curious students, looking for any sign of disgusted expressions. If they were freaked out standing there next to us, they didn’t show it. I prayed they were an extraordinarily liberal bunch.
“I was a big fan of your music when you guys were still a band!” a nameless girl said from behind Carter. She jumped out so we could see her better, grinning nervously at us. Zac was always the loudest and craziest of us. With his long blonde hair and his casual style he was still dressed the most like a Rock star unlike us students. He still seemed like a Rock Star to most people. A lot of people feel intimidated by his presence. On that particular night he was standing there with a challenging expression and wearing a vintage t-shirt, a black leather jacket and one of his pairs of ripped jeans.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Zac smirked. He’d learned over the years to insult himself before anyone else did. Whenever we looked back at our old music, we usually insulted it because it hurt too much to admit how much we missed making music.
“You three were talented!” she said in her dainty, English accent. “It’s a shame you stopped playing.”
Zachary looked agitated by her comment, since it made everyone in the circle think about why we stopped making music. Everyone shifted awkwardly, but Zac, who generally refuses to feel awkward even when he should, felt the need to open his big mouth.
“It’s a shame the bulk of our fans, including you I’m sure, stopped buying records because they couldn’t handle alternative lifestyles.”
No one knew what to say to him, so it was a good thing that the hostess came over to us and offered to take us to the table they had cleared for us. Everyone picked their gaping jaws off the floor and awkwardly followed the hostess to a big table in the back of the restaurant.
I shot Zac an annoyed expression when no one was looking and to my surprise, he mouthed- ‘sorry’. Zachary didn’t enjoy being irrational and cruel when he was meeting new people. In fact, I think he wished he could just chill out and relax a little bit. I knew it was hard for him though. He got so sick of being on the defense, he usually played the offensive line first.
I reached down and took his hand, squeezing it gently and letting it drop. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t mad at him. I understood. It was strange how three years had passed but being with Zachary still felt natural. I think that’s what confirmed to me that he was meant for me. It felt so right.
Everyone sat down and began to talk about what we were going to order to eat. We needed a non-controversial topic. I chatted casually with the students, trying to learn everyone’s name and appear as likeable as I could. Zac tried to keep himself out of the conversation the best he could for the first thirty minutes that we were sitting there, staring at his menu until we ordered and then gazing off into space once the waitress had taken it from him. Things probably would have gone better if things had stayed like that- if Carter hadn’t tried to involve him in the conversation.
“So Zachary,” Carter said when there was a gap in the conversation. Zac looked up in surprise. He hadn’t been listening and so hearing his name had thrown him off. “Are you visiting England?”
“Yeah, for a bit. I came to keep my brother company.”
“Cool. How long are you staying?”
“I’m not really sure. I guess I’ll stay until Taylor tells me to go home,” he offered me a smile which I returned. Some of our dinner companions laughed which I hoped would loosen Zac up a bit.
“Where do you live in the States?” a girl asked. I noticed the girl that Zac had attacked earlier sat there trying to bite her lip. She was clearly a talkative person- very extroverted, but Zachary had scared her away.
“In Oklahoma where I’ve always lived. I have an apartment there… my entire family lives not far away.”
I was impressed that conversation was going so well. Zac was actually giving more than one-word answers like he usually would and he didn’t seem at all irritated by the group of curious students he didn’t know. I wondered if the dinner might actually be a success.
I think the first bomb was dropped when Carter casually asked, “Do you and Taylor live together in the States?”
It was an innocent question although I think he asked it in order to try and figure out if we were still together like they suspected we might. Zac apparently didn’t like the question though.
“No,” he said, carefully annunciating the “n”. “Did I say we have an apartment there? Taylor
had his own apartment before he went to College."
“That’s cool,” Carter tried to recover from Zachary’s obvious annoyance. “What do you do in Oklahoma? Do you have a job?”
Now, you really can’t blame Carter for asking because it’s a completely normal question. However, anyone who knows my brother well knows that he is pretty self conscious about what a boring life he lives. When we stopped making music, I came home and began to take my high-school-diploma. I even started learning from a family friend all about video editing and started doing part time work at a local television studio. I kept busy while I finished school and eventually applied to college. I was accepted to the University of Tulsa as a film major, but at last minute, decided to spend my first semester of college abroad.
Zac, on the other hand, returned home to nothing after the tour that was abruptly cancelled half-way through it in 2000. He stayed inside his bedroom while he grudgingly finished his high school assignments so that he could graduate. Zac’s life didn’t consist of much more than partying, dating, video games and sleeping. He moved out of the house a few month ago, but he never did get a job or really do much with his life. It was something he felt really guilty about… he’d told me times before that he felt pathetic, in fact.
“I made millions and millions of dollars off of MMMBop,” he said, exaggerating the four million dollars we each had in our bank account. “Why should I work?” I knew it was Zac’s way of covering up his shame about not doing anything with his life, but they probably saw it as arrogant prosperity.
“Gee, maybe for the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing something with your life?” Carter responded, obviously on his defense too.
“Awww, bust my ass so I can feel all warm and fuzzy inside?” Zac rolled his eyes. I reached under the table and squeezed his knee affectionately, hoping to calm him down. It didn’t work very well. I could tell just by looking at him that he was tense as all hell.
“What’s your major?” I asked Carter quickly, hoping to end the conversation between he and Zac.
“Business. I want to go corporate.”
“Hah!” Zac laughed obnoxiously next to me.
“What?” Carter asked him.
“Nothing,” Zac smirked, taking a sip of his soda and chuckling around the straw.
“No, really, what are you laughing at?”
Zac sighed and pushed his drink away from, looking up at Carter and resting his hands in front of him folded on the table. “I just wonder how you expect to be taken seriously as a business man with your highly homosexual gestures and nasally voice.”
The entire table took a harmonized gasp. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the shit to hit the fan.
“Dude, you’re gay too!” Carter cried, pointing at him accusingly.
Zachary tossed his head back and laughed. “Oh really? I had no clue. It’s called bisexual, buddy.”
Zac and I could argue for hours whether or not he really is bisexual. He claims he is, and I know I should probably believe him because he knows his own sexuality better than I do. But I honestly never feel like he’s very attracted to women. I think he likes women because they’ll suck his dick and feed his ego.
“Big difference,” Carter said in one of the most flaming voices I’d ever heard. He rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist under his chin.
My callous brother howled at him. “Do you honestly expect to sit at an executive table doing shit like that?”
“Zac… stop…” I mumbled.
“I may like dick, but at least you can’t tell just by looking at me. Is the purple shirt really necessary?” Zachary gestured at Carter’s outfit which truthfully did look pretty gay. It was stereotypical gay. I hated guys who did that… guys who spoke with a lisp just so appease people’s gay expectations. Liking men has nothing to do with putting up your pinky finger and raising your voice an octave. “Dude, trust me. People can tell you’re gay just by talking to you. Leave the ultra-gay attire home next time. You give all of us who suck cock a bad name.”
Everyone looked stunned- except for me who was used to being around Zac when he made himself into a social fuck up. If he tried hard enough, he was completely capable of getting along with the human race. But he never tried and going out in public with Zachary usually ended up like this.
“You are really rude,” was all Carter said and his friends nodded mutually.
“I sure am,” Zac shrugged, looking down and using his straw to stir his drink mindlessly.
To all of our surprise, a girl with far too much make up on and a slutty, low-cut shirt who had hardly spoken yet and who’s name I believed to be Elizabeth, spoke up.
“Zachary,” she spat out of her mouth like he was a bad taste she was trying to get rid of. “How can you be so critical of Carter after we all know that you sleep with your brother?”
Holy fuck! Holy fuck! The conversation had just went from bad to really, really dangerous. Everyone stared wide eyed at her and then slowly turned back to look at Zac questioningly.
“Let’s just drop it…” Carter glanced at me nervously, feeling guilty about where the conversation had gone- especially because it probably had made me uncomfortable too.
“Who I sleep with is none of your fucking business,” Zac growled at her, pushing his chair out and standing up. “And for the record, I’d have the rather the whole fucking world know that my dick frequents in my brother's ass hole than the city of London know that I’ve had every British penis in my mouth… at least twice.”
“What is that supposed to mean!” she stood up too and looked Zac in the eye. I just sat there and covered my face with my hands, waiting for it to be over.
“I don’t know… maybe that you look like a whore?” Zac rolled his eyes and grabbed his cell phone from the table. The entire restaurant was looking at us. “I’m leaving, Tay.”
I gave Carter a really apologetic look and scrambled up from the chair, horrified by what Zac had just revealed to the entire restaurant- including students from my classes. I ran after Zac who had begun storming towards the door. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t even been in London for a full 24 hours and he had already caused a scene.
As he walked, he paused in front of a middle-aged man staring at him. “Don’t even act like you haven’t fucked her,” Zac smirked and pushed through the front doors.
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Date: 2012-11-19 11:09 pm (UTC)