And with each mile
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teamzaylorCHAPTER 20: FRIED OCTOPUS
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.
Here is another chapter! Thrilling in it's own way. Zachary might not be calling people out about their homosexual gestures in a night club, but he is stripping down for Tay. Enjoy! Thanks for the comments so far on the last chapter. Hope you like the new created Cover pic ;-)
It was a relief to be on the plane- finally. Once we were done with dinner, I sat next to our new gate and watched out the window obsessively to make sure that we didn’t miss another flight. The flight was good…really good. Zac and I found spots next to each other by the window in the back of the plane. I ordered myself a black coffee, got back into my book, and enjoyed the presence of Zachary’s hand on my knee- which slowly moved to my thigh… and then to my inner thigh. As nice as it was, I eventually had to shift and knock his hand off to keep my mind clear. He looked slightly offended but preoccupied himself quickly with his portable game console.
The flight was actually pretty short and we both stayed awake the entire time- enjoying each other’s close presence. There was a comfort to sitting there next to him- doing my own thing and not thinking about him- but knowing he was there all the same.
Then an unexpected tragic occurence happened. One of the passengers had a cardiac infarction and we made a stopover in Barcelona.
Zac and me fortunally agreed that we hadn't a desire to wait until we could resume our flight to Madrid so we changed our plans and decided to stay in Barcelona. At least we would see the ocean which I loved to see. I could spend hours just looking at the ocean, and daydreaming. The view of the sun mingling with the sea always gave me inner peace.
After our arrival, Zachary excused himself to the restroom while I waited for the bags. He returned 25 minutes later acting like he had no clue that he’d been gone for almost half an hour.
“What took you so long?”
He frowned and ran his fingers through his hair nonchalantly. “I couldn’t find it.”
“You couldn’t find it?” I looked around the room and saw a sign pointing towards the restrooms. “But I found it in two seconds? Whatever…”
I know I was acting kind of possessive, but he was acting suspicious. That wasn’t my fault.
“What the fuck, Taylor?” he said, chuckling even though his voice was angry. “I couldn’t find the goddamn bathroom, okay? What else do you want me to say?”
I shook my head. I knew what he was doing. I could almost guarantee that he had went and called some of his ex-fuck buddies in California. He had probably spent the time locked in a stall laughing with his friends and flirting- making sexual jokes and lowering his voice provocatively.
“If you say so,” I shrugged and began dragging both of our bags outside with me just so that he would run after me and take them from me and I would feel loved again.
Like I knew he would, he grabbed his bag and then said quietly, “Want me to take yours?”
“No,” I said gruffly.
He sighed and walked along side of me in silence. We stepped outside and looked around the outside of the airport with clueless expressions.
“What are we even looking for? Where are we going?” I mumbled.
“Why are you asking me? You’re the self professed trip planner.”
He definitely had an attitude. What the fuck gave him the right to have an attitude towards me? He was the one sneaking off and having phone sex with his ex’s and then lying about it!
“Why are you being a dick to me?” I mumbled.
“Because you’re being a dick to me.”
“For a good reason.”
“What’s your fucking good reason!?” He said, stopping in his tracks.
I turned around and looked at him. He looked gorgeous- standing there with his blond ponytail, his navy collared shirt and his humungous bag at his side.
“Why are you yelling at me…” I mumbled. I wasn’t used to Zac directing his aggression towards me. I was usually the person watching him flip out on other people. Now every taxi cab driver and traveler out on the sidewalk with us were staring at him scream at me.
“Because you’re pissing me off!”
“Well you’re pissing ME off.”
He wasn’t used to me standing up for him. He clearly didn’t like it.
“No,” he said stubbornly. “You pissed me off first.”
Then he started walking, in the opposite direction of me. I didn’t want to give in and chase him, but I wasn’t going to just stand there and let myself get lost in a city I didn’t know.
“Where are you going?!” I yelled after him. He just kept walking, forcing me to chase him. I ran after him and when I caught up to him, I grabbed his arm. “Can you just stop it, Zachary? Where are you going?”
“Away from you.” He stared off at the passing taxis.
What, because you can’t handle me calling you out on something? I wanted to say that. I wanted to, but I didn’t. It would only intensify his anger and I didn’t feel like arguing with him. The thought of him being angry at me and yelling at me scared me. Letting Zachary get his way was always easier, even though it was getting harder for me to do the older I get.
“I’m sorry,” I told him and slid my hand from his arm to his hand. I tried to lock fingers with him, but he yanked his hand away and refused to look at me. “Zac… I’m sorry for questioning you. If you say you were looking for the bathroom, then I guess you were looking for the bathroom.”
“Oh, yeah,” he rolled his eyes. Zachary is a very difficult person to apologize to. He only accepts perfect apologies. Half-assed ones don’t work with him. To his credit, he always gives really good apologies himself when he does apologize, but still, he doesn’t realize that not everyone can express themselves like he can. “You sound really convinced. Whatever Taylor. You clearly don’t trust me.”
“I do trust you. I just… your story sounded suspicious.”
He glared at me. I could tell by the threatening look in his eyes.
“Why are you even with me if you don’t trust me?”
Oh god. You know, for the most part he’s so dominant and masculine in our relationship and then sometimes he’s such a immature kid. I’ve called him a immature kid before- one night on the phone when he was angry because he thought I wasn’t listening to him. Needless to say, he got really pissed that I called him that.
“Zachary…” I groaned and closed my eyes. “Do we have to make this into a big issue?”
“I didn’t think we did, but since you accused me of lying and then proceeded to call me suspicious, yes, apparently you did want this to become a big issue.”
He’s good at turning things around on you. He can insult you to no end, and then he’ll find a way to imply that you insulted him. What Zac doesn’t understand is that I see through him more than other people do. Other people get worked up by Zachary’s manipulation. He can actually trick them into thinking he’s innocent. With me, I’m not so gullible since I know him as well as I do. I just don’t necessarily call him out on his manipulation, because like I said, a lot of times it’s just easier to let Zac win.
“I’m sorry I made it into such a big issue,” I said, trying to seem genuine. And honestly? I was sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut and maintained a feeling of peace. “Zac, seriously, I shouldn’t have questioned you, okay? Don’t be mad at me.”
He stood there for a moment- looking at me and pursing his lips- searching my face of honesty. He must have been satisfied because after a second he sighed. “I don’t lie to you, Taylor. I never lie to you.”
That was false. There were plenty of times he’d lied to me. For instance, while he was out in California, there were a ton of times I’d call him and he’d claim to be sitting in his living room at his apartment but I could definitely hear cars whizzing by like he was standing outside at a night club or something. There was also a time I started getting text messages from a Los Angeles phone number- text messages that were hitting on me and urging me to text back. It sounds juvenile, and it was, but I am convinced that Zachary was testing me to see what I would do- if I would respond in that same flirty way. He was testing me and my loyalty towards him even though we’d been broken up for a year. I eventually called him on it and he denied it to no end, refusing to speak to me for two weeks for even accusing him.
Needless to say, I knew there were plenty of times he’d lied to me in the past- mostly to protect himself from seeing vulnerable in our relationship and sometimes to protect me from feeling vulnerable myself at times I felt seriously concerned for being considered as a child molester, I think, but still, he wasn’t always honest.
“I know you don’t lie to me,” I said calmly. “I know.”
“Don’t question me, okay? It offends me that you don’t trust me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he nodded, solemn but seeming happy to have won the argument. He sighed and looked around at the taxis and frowned at the cloudy sky. “Fuck, it looks like it might rain. Let’s find a hotel.”
We found an average priced hotel just a block away from a really cool square in Barcelona- Plaza Mayor. We dropped our bags off and immediately walked over to check the seaside restaurants where we ordered shrimp and octopus at Zac’s request. Let me rephrase that, Zachary demanded that we get the octopus despite my hesitance and then proceeded to shove the fried pieces into my mouth despite my gagging. It wasn’t my favorite meal in the entire world, that’s for sure. We laughed about it the entire walk back to the hotel.
We must have been only like 200 yards away from our hotel door when the drizzling sky began to downpour. At first we just stood there in the pouring rain, giving each other expressions like- “Did that seriously just happen?” but after a moment of realizing that the rain was seeping right into our shoes, we began to run like maniacs for the hotel.
Zac was running after me and could hardly keep up, especially once I saw him slip on the ground and nearly fall face forward onto the cement. He caught himself somehow and shot me an embarrassed, blushed smile.
“You’re a dork,” I laughed and turned around to him.
“And you’re a long-legged peach,” he said quietly, smiling. I slowed down so we wouldn’t have to be panting.
When we got into the elevator at our hotel, we both just stood there staring at our soaked bodies in awe.
“That came out of nowhere,” Zachary said flatly.
I watched as he picked at his t-shirt that was clinging to his upper arm biceps and sticking to his nipples.
“I’ve never gotten so wet in such a short period of time before,” I said.
We got back to the room and I just stood by the heater in the corner, trying to warm up a bit. I stared outside at a sopping wet Barcelona. It was beautiful. Even more beautiful, when I turned back to Zac he was standing in the middle of the hotel room shirtless- his hair wet and his eyes looking more attracting than usual. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him shirtless- sometimes it just hits me how fucking sexy he'd become.
I swallowed and looked him up and down, and he noticed.
He smiled and cocked his head, “Are you checking me out?”
I smiled, embarrassed by him noticing. “Could be…”
He raised an eyebrow at me and lowered his hands to his jeans, undoing the button in the most provocative way possible. His eyes were glued on mine and he fumbled with his jeans without so much as glancing down. I could feel my breathing become more rapid and I instinctively licked my lips.
With his eyes still on me, he gave me a quirky smile and said smugly, “It’s not polite to stare…”
“You’re staring at me…” I said quietly, backing away from him a bit. I felt like I could jump on him and touch every part of his body if I wasn’t careful.
“Yeah, but I’m looking at your face. You’re… not,” he smirked as I accidentally lowered my eyes to his crotch again. Shit. He chuckled. I couldn’t believe how… sexy he’d become. He didn’t have to do anything except for stand there and tease me and I swear, my dick was threatening to go completely hard. I tried to focus on my Grandmother in her bathing suit. I would be humiliated if I got a really obvious boner in front of him just from standing there watching him mess with my head.
He shrugged. “It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He broke the eye contact with me and yanked his pants down, letting them fall to the ground and scooping his wet clothes into his arms. I smiled at him as he walked around the room in his clinging boxers and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a pair of dry boxers on. He must have left the wet ones in the bathroom and taken the clean ones from his suitcase where he had put his suitcase when we first arrived.
“You just gonna stand there in your soaked clothes?” he laughed.
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.
Here is another chapter! Thrilling in it's own way. Zachary might not be calling people out about their homosexual gestures in a night club, but he is stripping down for Tay. Enjoy! Thanks for the comments so far on the last chapter. Hope you like the new created Cover pic ;-)
It was a relief to be on the plane- finally. Once we were done with dinner, I sat next to our new gate and watched out the window obsessively to make sure that we didn’t miss another flight. The flight was good…really good. Zac and I found spots next to each other by the window in the back of the plane. I ordered myself a black coffee, got back into my book, and enjoyed the presence of Zachary’s hand on my knee- which slowly moved to my thigh… and then to my inner thigh. As nice as it was, I eventually had to shift and knock his hand off to keep my mind clear. He looked slightly offended but preoccupied himself quickly with his portable game console.
The flight was actually pretty short and we both stayed awake the entire time- enjoying each other’s close presence. There was a comfort to sitting there next to him- doing my own thing and not thinking about him- but knowing he was there all the same.
Then an unexpected tragic occurence happened. One of the passengers had a cardiac infarction and we made a stopover in Barcelona.
Zac and me fortunally agreed that we hadn't a desire to wait until we could resume our flight to Madrid so we changed our plans and decided to stay in Barcelona. At least we would see the ocean which I loved to see. I could spend hours just looking at the ocean, and daydreaming. The view of the sun mingling with the sea always gave me inner peace.
After our arrival, Zachary excused himself to the restroom while I waited for the bags. He returned 25 minutes later acting like he had no clue that he’d been gone for almost half an hour.
“What took you so long?”
He frowned and ran his fingers through his hair nonchalantly. “I couldn’t find it.”
“You couldn’t find it?” I looked around the room and saw a sign pointing towards the restrooms. “But I found it in two seconds? Whatever…”
I know I was acting kind of possessive, but he was acting suspicious. That wasn’t my fault.
“What the fuck, Taylor?” he said, chuckling even though his voice was angry. “I couldn’t find the goddamn bathroom, okay? What else do you want me to say?”
I shook my head. I knew what he was doing. I could almost guarantee that he had went and called some of his ex-fuck buddies in California. He had probably spent the time locked in a stall laughing with his friends and flirting- making sexual jokes and lowering his voice provocatively.
“If you say so,” I shrugged and began dragging both of our bags outside with me just so that he would run after me and take them from me and I would feel loved again.
Like I knew he would, he grabbed his bag and then said quietly, “Want me to take yours?”
“No,” I said gruffly.
He sighed and walked along side of me in silence. We stepped outside and looked around the outside of the airport with clueless expressions.
“What are we even looking for? Where are we going?” I mumbled.
“Why are you asking me? You’re the self professed trip planner.”
He definitely had an attitude. What the fuck gave him the right to have an attitude towards me? He was the one sneaking off and having phone sex with his ex’s and then lying about it!
“Why are you being a dick to me?” I mumbled.
“Because you’re being a dick to me.”
“For a good reason.”
“What’s your fucking good reason!?” He said, stopping in his tracks.
I turned around and looked at him. He looked gorgeous- standing there with his blond ponytail, his navy collared shirt and his humungous bag at his side.
“Why are you yelling at me…” I mumbled. I wasn’t used to Zac directing his aggression towards me. I was usually the person watching him flip out on other people. Now every taxi cab driver and traveler out on the sidewalk with us were staring at him scream at me.
“Because you’re pissing me off!”
“Well you’re pissing ME off.”
He wasn’t used to me standing up for him. He clearly didn’t like it.
“No,” he said stubbornly. “You pissed me off first.”
Then he started walking, in the opposite direction of me. I didn’t want to give in and chase him, but I wasn’t going to just stand there and let myself get lost in a city I didn’t know.
“Where are you going?!” I yelled after him. He just kept walking, forcing me to chase him. I ran after him and when I caught up to him, I grabbed his arm. “Can you just stop it, Zachary? Where are you going?”
“Away from you.” He stared off at the passing taxis.
What, because you can’t handle me calling you out on something? I wanted to say that. I wanted to, but I didn’t. It would only intensify his anger and I didn’t feel like arguing with him. The thought of him being angry at me and yelling at me scared me. Letting Zachary get his way was always easier, even though it was getting harder for me to do the older I get.
“I’m sorry,” I told him and slid my hand from his arm to his hand. I tried to lock fingers with him, but he yanked his hand away and refused to look at me. “Zac… I’m sorry for questioning you. If you say you were looking for the bathroom, then I guess you were looking for the bathroom.”
“Oh, yeah,” he rolled his eyes. Zachary is a very difficult person to apologize to. He only accepts perfect apologies. Half-assed ones don’t work with him. To his credit, he always gives really good apologies himself when he does apologize, but still, he doesn’t realize that not everyone can express themselves like he can. “You sound really convinced. Whatever Taylor. You clearly don’t trust me.”
“I do trust you. I just… your story sounded suspicious.”
He glared at me. I could tell by the threatening look in his eyes.
“Why are you even with me if you don’t trust me?”
Oh god. You know, for the most part he’s so dominant and masculine in our relationship and then sometimes he’s such a immature kid. I’ve called him a immature kid before- one night on the phone when he was angry because he thought I wasn’t listening to him. Needless to say, he got really pissed that I called him that.
“Zachary…” I groaned and closed my eyes. “Do we have to make this into a big issue?”
“I didn’t think we did, but since you accused me of lying and then proceeded to call me suspicious, yes, apparently you did want this to become a big issue.”
He’s good at turning things around on you. He can insult you to no end, and then he’ll find a way to imply that you insulted him. What Zac doesn’t understand is that I see through him more than other people do. Other people get worked up by Zachary’s manipulation. He can actually trick them into thinking he’s innocent. With me, I’m not so gullible since I know him as well as I do. I just don’t necessarily call him out on his manipulation, because like I said, a lot of times it’s just easier to let Zac win.
“I’m sorry I made it into such a big issue,” I said, trying to seem genuine. And honestly? I was sorry. I should have just kept my mouth shut and maintained a feeling of peace. “Zac, seriously, I shouldn’t have questioned you, okay? Don’t be mad at me.”
He stood there for a moment- looking at me and pursing his lips- searching my face of honesty. He must have been satisfied because after a second he sighed. “I don’t lie to you, Taylor. I never lie to you.”
That was false. There were plenty of times he’d lied to me. For instance, while he was out in California, there were a ton of times I’d call him and he’d claim to be sitting in his living room at his apartment but I could definitely hear cars whizzing by like he was standing outside at a night club or something. There was also a time I started getting text messages from a Los Angeles phone number- text messages that were hitting on me and urging me to text back. It sounds juvenile, and it was, but I am convinced that Zachary was testing me to see what I would do- if I would respond in that same flirty way. He was testing me and my loyalty towards him even though we’d been broken up for a year. I eventually called him on it and he denied it to no end, refusing to speak to me for two weeks for even accusing him.
Needless to say, I knew there were plenty of times he’d lied to me in the past- mostly to protect himself from seeing vulnerable in our relationship and sometimes to protect me from feeling vulnerable myself at times I felt seriously concerned for being considered as a child molester, I think, but still, he wasn’t always honest.
“I know you don’t lie to me,” I said calmly. “I know.”
“Don’t question me, okay? It offends me that you don’t trust me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he nodded, solemn but seeming happy to have won the argument. He sighed and looked around at the taxis and frowned at the cloudy sky. “Fuck, it looks like it might rain. Let’s find a hotel.”
We found an average priced hotel just a block away from a really cool square in Barcelona- Plaza Mayor. We dropped our bags off and immediately walked over to check the seaside restaurants where we ordered shrimp and octopus at Zac’s request. Let me rephrase that, Zachary demanded that we get the octopus despite my hesitance and then proceeded to shove the fried pieces into my mouth despite my gagging. It wasn’t my favorite meal in the entire world, that’s for sure. We laughed about it the entire walk back to the hotel.
We must have been only like 200 yards away from our hotel door when the drizzling sky began to downpour. At first we just stood there in the pouring rain, giving each other expressions like- “Did that seriously just happen?” but after a moment of realizing that the rain was seeping right into our shoes, we began to run like maniacs for the hotel.
Zac was running after me and could hardly keep up, especially once I saw him slip on the ground and nearly fall face forward onto the cement. He caught himself somehow and shot me an embarrassed, blushed smile.
“You’re a dork,” I laughed and turned around to him.
“And you’re a long-legged peach,” he said quietly, smiling. I slowed down so we wouldn’t have to be panting.
When we got into the elevator at our hotel, we both just stood there staring at our soaked bodies in awe.
“That came out of nowhere,” Zachary said flatly.
I watched as he picked at his t-shirt that was clinging to his upper arm biceps and sticking to his nipples.
“I’ve never gotten so wet in such a short period of time before,” I said.
We got back to the room and I just stood by the heater in the corner, trying to warm up a bit. I stared outside at a sopping wet Barcelona. It was beautiful. Even more beautiful, when I turned back to Zac he was standing in the middle of the hotel room shirtless- his hair wet and his eyes looking more attracting than usual. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him shirtless- sometimes it just hits me how fucking sexy he'd become.
I swallowed and looked him up and down, and he noticed.
He smiled and cocked his head, “Are you checking me out?”
I smiled, embarrassed by him noticing. “Could be…”
He raised an eyebrow at me and lowered his hands to his jeans, undoing the button in the most provocative way possible. His eyes were glued on mine and he fumbled with his jeans without so much as glancing down. I could feel my breathing become more rapid and I instinctively licked my lips.
With his eyes still on me, he gave me a quirky smile and said smugly, “It’s not polite to stare…”
“You’re staring at me…” I said quietly, backing away from him a bit. I felt like I could jump on him and touch every part of his body if I wasn’t careful.
“Yeah, but I’m looking at your face. You’re… not,” he smirked as I accidentally lowered my eyes to his crotch again. Shit. He chuckled. I couldn’t believe how… sexy he’d become. He didn’t have to do anything except for stand there and tease me and I swear, my dick was threatening to go completely hard. I tried to focus on my Grandmother in her bathing suit. I would be humiliated if I got a really obvious boner in front of him just from standing there watching him mess with my head.
He shrugged. “It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He broke the eye contact with me and yanked his pants down, letting them fall to the ground and scooping his wet clothes into his arms. I smiled at him as he walked around the room in his clinging boxers and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a pair of dry boxers on. He must have left the wet ones in the bathroom and taken the clean ones from his suitcase where he had put his suitcase when we first arrived.
“You just gonna stand there in your soaked clothes?” he laughed.
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Date: 2012-11-27 09:26 pm (UTC)And oh, I love the teasing part, poor Taylor must do something to get even!!! :D :D :D
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Date: 2012-11-28 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
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