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teamzaylorCHAPTER 21: EMBARRASSMENT
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.
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I nodded.
He laughed again. “Okay… if you’re comfortable.”
He laid down on the bed and put his arms behind his head against the pillows. I remained silent- honestly freaked out that I had suddenly gotten so turned on by him. It had been two years since I had been with Zac. I hadn’t realized how much those years had changed him. Sure, I knew he’d slept with tons of people and probably seduced male porn stars in Los Angeles while I was at home studying scholastic assesments tests. But still, I hadn’t realized how much it might change our… you know, sex life, until that moment. He was going to be confident and experienced and sexy, and I had no more experience than I had when we were together when I was 17 years old. I suddenly felt really stupid and really pathetic.
“What are you thinking?” he frowned. “You okay?”
I nodded distractedly. Oh god, what if I didn’t remember how to touch him? How much time id I have to try and remember? How lost was I going to be when sleeping together started to mean more than sleeping in the same hotel room bed? Would he run back to LA to his porn star ex’s the second I revealed that my kissing was still as sucky as it was two years earlier.
“Taylor..” he waved his hand in front of my face.
“I’m fine…” I managed to articulate. I pulled my own shirt off my body and laid it onto the heater.
He stared at my body just like I had stared at him, only I wasn’t trying to put him in a trance like he was trying to do for me. His expression looked turned on as he let himself take my upper body in, although I wasn’t exactly sure why. Zachary had biceps to a certain extent. I'm just skinny.
“Don’t look at me like that…” I finally said, crossing my arms at my chest and blushing. I was waiting for him to notice how slim I actually was and become turned off.
“Like what?” he said. “Like I want to jump on top of you and finish taking your clothes off?”
“Don’t,” I warned him.
“What?” he frowned.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“I feel awkward.”
“Awkward because your boyfriend is highly attracted to you?” He gave me a look like I was crazy. Maybe I was. I couldn’t help but notice that he said boyfriend though. He’d never said that before. My heart skipped a little.
“Just…”
“Just stop talking,” he said quietly. “And take off those wet clothes.”
I nodded and took my pants off too. I fished a pair of boxers and t-shirt out of my suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment just like he had, only I closed the door even though he couldn’t see from where he was on the bed. There was no telling that he wouldn’t get up and see me naked, fumbling to get my pale ass into my boxers.
When I came back out, he was laying there just like he was moments before only his eyes were closed. He must have heard my open the bathroom door, but he didn’t look up at me.
I crawled onto the bed next to him and sat there with my knees pulled up to my chest like a dork. Why couldn’t I spread out nonchalantly like Zachary? For all each reason I wouldn’t have wanted to be him, there were five more for why I would. I envied his pride and sexy confidence.
“It feels good to be dry,” he said after a moment. His eyes were still closed.
“Really nice. That rain was bizarre.”
“Lay down. Relax,” he said although he hadn’t seen me yet. I guess he could just sense me sitting there and sense my anxiety. I slid down and laid on my side facing him. I let my eyes follows the lines of his upper body. He wasn’t jacked like I know he would have wanted to be, but he was perfect to me. Perfectly toned. I wanted to reach out and touch his sun-kissed skin, but I just tucked my hand under the pillow to keep from doing it.
Zac’s eyes fluttered open when he felt my hand under the pillows and he smiled drowsily to me. He slid closer to me and once he was settled close to me, he reached out and fingered at the necklaces I was wearing around my neck. He took the wooden cross between his fingers.
“Why do you wear this?” he mumbled.
I knew that religion was a topic that would cause a fight ad that was the last thing I wanted, so I just shrugged. “I don’t know why. To make Mom happy. She gave it to me for graduation.”
“I know,” he nodded.
His fingers let go of the cross and he turned onto his side too. His face was less than a foot away from mine. I sucked in a breath nervously. His fingers moved to my face and he very lightly ran his fingers curving along my bottom lip. I naturally licked my lips, and therefore his fingers, just a bit and then blushed about it. I felt awkward laying there letting his fingers move across my lips, but I liked it all at once.
“Tay…” he said, and then hesitated. He moved his fingers to rest on my side and actually looked nervous for a moment. It was rare to see him nervous. “I… I can’t tell you how badly I want to kiss you. It’s been driving me crazy since the day I arrived in London.”
I swallowed and glanced at his lips. I forgot how much I loved those full lips. They were perfect- everything about them.
“We have kissed.”
He shook his head slowly. “Tay… I want to… I want to kiss you like I used to…”
I stared at him and nodded slowly.
“Is that a yes… I can?”
I nodded slowly again. I must have looked so dumbfounded, but I cannot even begin to explain how nervous I was feeling.
He nodded too and slid a bit closer to me. “Okay…” he said and it was refreshing that he seemed nervous himself. He was hesitant and it was refreshing for once. I liked to know that I did that to him- caused him to lose his cool. “Okay… I am going to kiss you… now.”
I nodded again as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t do anything at first, just laid there with my eyes closed, freaking out inside because it felt so nice and it had been so long and I wanted it so badly and… suddenly Zachary began to pull away from me. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him back towards to me, pressing my lips back to his.
He used my yank as a reason to crawl on top of me. He pushed me down against the bed onto my back and crawled above me, kissing me passionately- desperately- almost frantically. Two years of frustration were being let out in that kiss. He put a knee on either side of my waist ad kneeled over me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and exploring the insiders of my mouth for the first time in years. It felt so new and old all at the same time. It was incredible.
Zac ran a hand down my side and eventually slipped it into my shirt. He ran his hand against my flesh and I couldn’t help but notice how his hips rubbed against mine every few moments. At first I thought it was clumsy passion, but I realized quickly that he was doing it on purpose, grinding into me in slow, rhythmic circles. I could literally feel him hardening with each rotation, and honestly, the harder he became the harder I became. It didn’t take much for me to feel completely stiff.
Zachary emitted a throaty moan as he kissed me and rested his fingers on the top of my boxers and it was almost too much to handle. I was practically going to burst. Can you imagine if I had? It was getting too intense for me. I wasn’t used to this. I was scared and intimidated and I immediately pulled my face away and gently tried to push him off of me.
“Zac…” I mumbled.
He got off of me immediately and gave me a confused look.
“What?”
“I… I don’t…” Oh fuck. How did I explain without seeming like a complete pussy? “I’m… pretty tired.”
Oh god. It was so lame. I was so lame.
“You’re what?” He looked dumbfounded.
“I… tired.”
He raised an annoyed eyebrow at me and then got up from the bed quickly. “Fuck you, Taylor,” he muttered under his breath and went over to the bathroom. Without so much as glancing at me, he slammed and locked the door leaving me sitting on the bed completely hard and feeling like a complete idiot.
I laid there on the bed for awhile wondering why I say the stupid things that I do. It's hard because I wanted to please Zac so badly, but I was always scared I was going to screw something up in front of him. Either I wasn't going to be sexy enough or funny enough or cool enough. Not knowing what he did really in LA was causing me to feel really incompetent in front of him. After sitting there for awhile practically bashing my head into the wall for my stupidity, I finally decided the best thing to do would be to get up and talk to him. When I'm upset, I like to be left alone for awhile. If you give Zachary space when he's angry, he usually get angrier. I'd learned that the hard way over the years.
I crawled out of bed and went over to the bathroom where I knocked hesitantly. He ignored my knock like I knew he would.
"Zac," I said quietly, resting my cheek against the door. "I'm sorry.... I... come out, Zac."
He was still quiet.
"I can explain," I said although I didn't want to have to.
"Go away," he grumbled through the door. His voice was still raspy and deep. "I'm busy."
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! Here's another Chapter :-)
I nodded.
He laughed again. “Okay… if you’re comfortable.”
He laid down on the bed and put his arms behind his head against the pillows. I remained silent- honestly freaked out that I had suddenly gotten so turned on by him. It had been two years since I had been with Zac. I hadn’t realized how much those years had changed him. Sure, I knew he’d slept with tons of people and probably seduced male porn stars in Los Angeles while I was at home studying scholastic assesments tests. But still, I hadn’t realized how much it might change our… you know, sex life, until that moment. He was going to be confident and experienced and sexy, and I had no more experience than I had when we were together when I was 17 years old. I suddenly felt really stupid and really pathetic.
“What are you thinking?” he frowned. “You okay?”
I nodded distractedly. Oh god, what if I didn’t remember how to touch him? How much time id I have to try and remember? How lost was I going to be when sleeping together started to mean more than sleeping in the same hotel room bed? Would he run back to LA to his porn star ex’s the second I revealed that my kissing was still as sucky as it was two years earlier.
“Taylor..” he waved his hand in front of my face.
“I’m fine…” I managed to articulate. I pulled my own shirt off my body and laid it onto the heater.
He stared at my body just like I had stared at him, only I wasn’t trying to put him in a trance like he was trying to do for me. His expression looked turned on as he let himself take my upper body in, although I wasn’t exactly sure why. Zachary had biceps to a certain extent. I'm just skinny.
“Don’t look at me like that…” I finally said, crossing my arms at my chest and blushing. I was waiting for him to notice how slim I actually was and become turned off.
“Like what?” he said. “Like I want to jump on top of you and finish taking your clothes off?”
“Don’t,” I warned him.
“What?” he frowned.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“I feel awkward.”
“Awkward because your boyfriend is highly attracted to you?” He gave me a look like I was crazy. Maybe I was. I couldn’t help but notice that he said boyfriend though. He’d never said that before. My heart skipped a little.
“Just…”
“Just stop talking,” he said quietly. “And take off those wet clothes.”
I nodded and took my pants off too. I fished a pair of boxers and t-shirt out of my suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment just like he had, only I closed the door even though he couldn’t see from where he was on the bed. There was no telling that he wouldn’t get up and see me naked, fumbling to get my pale ass into my boxers.
When I came back out, he was laying there just like he was moments before only his eyes were closed. He must have heard my open the bathroom door, but he didn’t look up at me.
I crawled onto the bed next to him and sat there with my knees pulled up to my chest like a dork. Why couldn’t I spread out nonchalantly like Zachary? For all each reason I wouldn’t have wanted to be him, there were five more for why I would. I envied his pride and sexy confidence.
“It feels good to be dry,” he said after a moment. His eyes were still closed.
“Really nice. That rain was bizarre.”
“Lay down. Relax,” he said although he hadn’t seen me yet. I guess he could just sense me sitting there and sense my anxiety. I slid down and laid on my side facing him. I let my eyes follows the lines of his upper body. He wasn’t jacked like I know he would have wanted to be, but he was perfect to me. Perfectly toned. I wanted to reach out and touch his sun-kissed skin, but I just tucked my hand under the pillow to keep from doing it.
Zac’s eyes fluttered open when he felt my hand under the pillows and he smiled drowsily to me. He slid closer to me and once he was settled close to me, he reached out and fingered at the necklaces I was wearing around my neck. He took the wooden cross between his fingers.
“Why do you wear this?” he mumbled.
I knew that religion was a topic that would cause a fight ad that was the last thing I wanted, so I just shrugged. “I don’t know why. To make Mom happy. She gave it to me for graduation.”
“I know,” he nodded.
His fingers let go of the cross and he turned onto his side too. His face was less than a foot away from mine. I sucked in a breath nervously. His fingers moved to my face and he very lightly ran his fingers curving along my bottom lip. I naturally licked my lips, and therefore his fingers, just a bit and then blushed about it. I felt awkward laying there letting his fingers move across my lips, but I liked it all at once.
“Tay…” he said, and then hesitated. He moved his fingers to rest on my side and actually looked nervous for a moment. It was rare to see him nervous. “I… I can’t tell you how badly I want to kiss you. It’s been driving me crazy since the day I arrived in London.”
I swallowed and glanced at his lips. I forgot how much I loved those full lips. They were perfect- everything about them.
“We have kissed.”
He shook his head slowly. “Tay… I want to… I want to kiss you like I used to…”
I stared at him and nodded slowly.
“Is that a yes… I can?”
I nodded slowly again. I must have looked so dumbfounded, but I cannot even begin to explain how nervous I was feeling.
He nodded too and slid a bit closer to me. “Okay…” he said and it was refreshing that he seemed nervous himself. He was hesitant and it was refreshing for once. I liked to know that I did that to him- caused him to lose his cool. “Okay… I am going to kiss you… now.”
I nodded again as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t do anything at first, just laid there with my eyes closed, freaking out inside because it felt so nice and it had been so long and I wanted it so badly and… suddenly Zachary began to pull away from me. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him back towards to me, pressing my lips back to his.
He used my yank as a reason to crawl on top of me. He pushed me down against the bed onto my back and crawled above me, kissing me passionately- desperately- almost frantically. Two years of frustration were being let out in that kiss. He put a knee on either side of my waist ad kneeled over me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and exploring the insiders of my mouth for the first time in years. It felt so new and old all at the same time. It was incredible.
Zac ran a hand down my side and eventually slipped it into my shirt. He ran his hand against my flesh and I couldn’t help but notice how his hips rubbed against mine every few moments. At first I thought it was clumsy passion, but I realized quickly that he was doing it on purpose, grinding into me in slow, rhythmic circles. I could literally feel him hardening with each rotation, and honestly, the harder he became the harder I became. It didn’t take much for me to feel completely stiff.
Zachary emitted a throaty moan as he kissed me and rested his fingers on the top of my boxers and it was almost too much to handle. I was practically going to burst. Can you imagine if I had? It was getting too intense for me. I wasn’t used to this. I was scared and intimidated and I immediately pulled my face away and gently tried to push him off of me.
“Zac…” I mumbled.
He got off of me immediately and gave me a confused look.
“What?”
“I… I don’t…” Oh fuck. How did I explain without seeming like a complete pussy? “I’m… pretty tired.”
Oh god. It was so lame. I was so lame.
“You’re what?” He looked dumbfounded.
“I… tired.”
He raised an annoyed eyebrow at me and then got up from the bed quickly. “Fuck you, Taylor,” he muttered under his breath and went over to the bathroom. Without so much as glancing at me, he slammed and locked the door leaving me sitting on the bed completely hard and feeling like a complete idiot.
I laid there on the bed for awhile wondering why I say the stupid things that I do. It's hard because I wanted to please Zac so badly, but I was always scared I was going to screw something up in front of him. Either I wasn't going to be sexy enough or funny enough or cool enough. Not knowing what he did really in LA was causing me to feel really incompetent in front of him. After sitting there for awhile practically bashing my head into the wall for my stupidity, I finally decided the best thing to do would be to get up and talk to him. When I'm upset, I like to be left alone for awhile. If you give Zachary space when he's angry, he usually get angrier. I'd learned that the hard way over the years.
I crawled out of bed and went over to the bathroom where I knocked hesitantly. He ignored my knock like I knew he would.
"Zac," I said quietly, resting my cheek against the door. "I'm sorry.... I... come out, Zac."
He was still quiet.
"I can explain," I said although I didn't want to have to.
"Go away," he grumbled through the door. His voice was still raspy and deep. "I'm busy."
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Date: 2012-11-29 08:44 am (UTC)