And with each mile

[teamzaylor]

CHAPTER 22: ZACHARYSEXUAL

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.



I don't want to keep you in suspense too long, that's why this Chapter is updated earlier than usual. :)


"Busy?" I questioned. "What could you possibly be doing?"

I really am dense. I'm innocent, I guess. I felt really stupid when he had to tell me.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing Taylor? I'm jacking off since you suddenly got so tired in the middle of everything. Just go away."

He was so blunt and I was so embarassed. I wondered if any of the other guys he'd slept with left him hanging like that. Was he counting on us definitely going that far...? Even if I hadn't stopped us, I wasn't sure I still knew how to give a hand job to anyone but myself. Pathetic, I know. Zac had told me before that I overthink stuff, and I was starting to see what he meant.

I backed away from the door and looked down at my own boner suddenly wondering what I was supposed to do myself. I reached down and gently rubbed my fingers against my erection but I just felt awkward with Zachary in the room next door. I ended up just sitting on the edge of the bed and staring out the window at the rain. Zac came out a few minutes later and cleared his throat so I turned to look at him. I think that was my cue. His cheeks looked ruddy and his hair was messy in front of his eyes so I could hardly see them. He had put on a pair of jeans and a black tank top.

"Are you mad at me...?" I asked hesitantly.

Zac shrugged and looked down at the ground. "Yes and no."

I nodded understandably. "I'm sorry that I'm so... you know."

Zachary frowned. "So what?"

"So.. timid and stupid."

Zac sat down on the otherside of the bed and fingered the edges of the blanket. "I don't think you're stupid. Timid, yes. But... I guess I sense where it comes from. But c'mon, Taylor. What did you do when we were split up? I'm sure other guys weren't so understanding and patient."

Did he honestly think that I had been with other guys? I honestly have never touched anyone's dick but Zachary's... and mine own of course, if that counts. No, it doesn't count. I hadn't done anything except for a little bit of kissing since we broke up.

"Were they?" he probed.

I struggled to come up with a response. On one end, it was great that he didn't have to know how inexperienced I still was.

"Zac..." I muttered. "I wasn't usually like this with them... I'm not usually this anxious." Okay, so I was lying to him.

"I know," Zachary admitted. "I remember you never used to be like this when we were together. What changed? Are you just not... attracted to me anymore? Am I just not sexy to you...?" He actually sounded really worried.

Oh god, no. That was the exact opposite. I'd never been more attracted to him in my entire life. He crawled up on the bed and laid down again his side.

"Zachary, that's not it at all. At ALL."

He shrugged. I couldn't tell if he was fishing for compliments of if he really didn't believe me. How could he not? He was drop dead gorgeous and he had to know it. If he wasn't confident in his sex appeal, I don't know how anyone else in the world could be.
"Zac, you are the sexiest person in the entire world, I think."

He laughed for a moment and seemed to relax a bit after I said that. There was no better way to bring up Zachary's mood like kissing his ass.

"Then what's the problem? Why are you so nervous?"

Maybe I should have just admitted that I hadn't been with anyone but him. My behavior would be explained that way and maybe we could just quit the awkward conversation and move on to do something else.

I shrugged. "I guess... how do I say this? I know you've been with so many people and you've probably... been with people who are way sexier than me."

He snorted, "Yeah. Right."

"I'm serious! Weren't you dating a male model for awhile?"

Zac shrugged. "I've dated a few models. Some girls... some guys..."

Great. It was worse than I thought. He had to bring up the girl thing too. Gross.

"No, but that boy you brought home last year for Thanksgiving..." I kid you not. Last year Zachary brought his really good looking model boyfriend to Oklahoma for Thanksgiving. He rubbed it in my face the entire time- rubbing his hand against his boyfriends thigh when he knew I was watching and telling everyone in the family that he was "perfect". It was all rather sickening. My father was really uncomfortable with it as well. Having a gay son was bad enough- but having a gay son bring his hot, porno-seeming boyfirend home for the holidays? He could hardly handle it. I heard my father ask my mother once, when they were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner one night, how come he ended up with two gay sons. Was it something he did? I've asked myself the same question. I believe in the whole genetics idea- that I was born gay, I guess. But when Zachary and I both end up hating girls- you have to wonder if your upbringing is the commonality or your similar genes.

Sometimes I wonder if I really am gay or not. To be honest, I'm not attracted to anyone in this world except for Zac. Maybe I have a whole different sexuality. Maybe I'm Zacharysexual. Is that possible?

Zac startled me from my thought when he asked, "Toby?"

"Huh?"

"The guy I brought home for Thanksgiving. Toby."

"I guess that's what his name was."

"Yeah, he was a Calvin Klein underwear model."

Are you kidding me? It just got worse the more I found out about Zac's lost California months.

"Great," I sighed and turned away from him a bit.

"Well, he was," Zachary shrugged.

"And you wonder why I feel intimidated."

Zac sat up and crawled over to me. He positioned himself so he was sitting behind me- spreading his legs out around me and sliding in close to me. He wrapped his arms around my body and kissed my shoulder. It was strange how the day before we were so platonic towards each other and after one afternoon of really kissing, he was suddenly so much more affectionate. I had to admit I liked it... a lot.

"Well, you shouldn't," Zac mumbled into my shoulder. "He had nothing on you. None of them did. You know how you think I am the worlds sexiest man ever?"

"Yes."

"Well... you're right. I probably am if you wouldn't exist," he said and then laughed at himself. "But I am only a click after you."

I couldn't help but laugh too. His cocky humor was comforting to me. It was something about him that hadn't changed although I had to admit- it had gotten cockier.

"Zac..." I said, suddenly a lot more serious again.

"Mmm?" he said and kissed my shoulder again lightly.

"When you used to date other people... did you like it? Did you ever think about me... when you were with them?"

"You mean like when I was sleeping with them was I wishing it was you?"

Yeah. I guess you could put it that way. I nodded.

"All the time," he confessed. "Every time. How about you?"

I nodded- again, lying. "Every time."

Zachary ran his hand down my stomach and let his fingers rest dangerously close to my fading, but ever present, hard on. I cleared my throat nervously and continued asking questions for the sake of keeping my nerves subsided.

"Why did you sleep around so much if you missed me the whole time?"

He shrugged. "I was horny? It was less complicated? You were in Oklahoma and I was in a stage of my life where I despised the small-mindedness of the entire state. A lot of reasons, I guess."

"Not very good ones..."

"No," he shook his head. "Not very good ones. But Tay... you knew I wanted you. I don't know how many times I used to drunk dial you and tell you that if you flew out to LA immediately, I would give you non-stop oral sex for a week without asking for a single thing of you."

I laughed. I remembered that. "You only did that once."

He laughed too. "Yeah but I drunk dialed you a lot. You knew the entire time I wanted to be with you, but you never wanted to be with me. Eventually I stopped telling you. I was always ready for you to turn me down."

"You scare me," I finally said very candidly and confidently.

"Scare you?"

"Yes. You scare me. I feel like one day you're going to wake up and realize how much you don't want me anymore."

Zachary shook his head firmly. "Taylor, stop saying stuff like that. Don't think like that. I had almost three years to change my mind about you and the only thing that happened was I fell more and more hopelessly in love you. That is not going to change."

I sighed. "I guess."

"I get scared you're going to move on from me! I can't even tell you what a relief it was when I started calling you again this September and you began to pick up the phone again. The first night that you laid awake for two hours talking to me, and you fell asleep on the phone because you didn't want to hang up, I honestly couldn't believe it. You're the one I need to worry about. I spent so many times chasing you I think I will always feel like I sort of have to..."

I nodded. I guess I had never really thought about how much I had pushed Zac away. I guess I always kind of thought he understood why I did it- for obvious reasons
and I did it because I loved him too much that it scared me. Maybe that's not the kind of thing someone assumes when you push them away, but that was certainly the case.

"Listen to us..." I chuckled. "We're such saps."

"I know. Gross," he laughed and then sighed into my t-shirt. I noticed his hand moved closer and closer to the slit in my boxers with each seconds and eventually he got to the point that he could slide his hand in. As he began to, he had to feel my body tense up. We were silent as his hand slid completely into my boxers and he wrapped his hand loosely around my hard dick. It immediately stiffened up completely again. It was all so sudden.

I sucked in a breath of nervous air and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back a bit against him. It felt amazing... almost too amazing. I honestly couldn't believe that he had been bold enough to do that... and that I had let him. To me this was a huge deal. Zachary was a really sexual being so to him, touching my dick was probably not a big deal at all. He'd touched hundreds. He just saw it as a casual expression of affection and a source of pleasure.

His fingers felt exactly like that had years before. He ran them along the length of my dick for a moment before he wrapped his hand around the base. His touch was firm but not aggressive. He always had such a good mix of being dominant and yet gentle when it came to sex. Chills ran down my spine as he began to slide his hand up and down my dick. I heard him take a sharp breath of air in himself as I instinctly moaned loudly- way too loudly for my own comfort and I saw him smiling a little through shimmying eyelashes when I felt my cheeks heating up. I was enjoying it... I really was... but at the same time... it was a lot happening really fast. To Zac it was just a hand job, but to me it was establishing a sexual, intimate relationship with him for the first time in years. I had just gotten used to the idea of dating him again... but being intimate with him? I guess the two came hand in hand but it was all happening really fast.

"Zac...hary..." I half moaned, half said to try and get him to stop. He could probably hear how torn my voice was. He simply kissed me neck and continued working his fist up and down the thickness of my penis. He was purposefully trying to ignore the part of my voice that told him I wasn't ready. "Zac... I just..."

"Tay..." he moaned into my ear. "Just relax..."

I tried to, I really did. He had to give me effort for trying. But trying wasn't good enough. I still felt really uncomfortable and not ready. I eventually reached down, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand away from me. I got up from the bed quickly and turned to look at him. There it was again- that hurt, confused expression from just half an hour earlier.

"Zac... it's nothing against you. I just... am not ready."

I could tell that he wanted to get up and smack me for being such a lame pussy. I could see it in his face. But he just looked down at the bed and nodded. "If you'd rather jack yourself off then let me touch you, then fine."

He sounded anything but fine, but I just nodded and excused myself to the bathroom. I let the water run as I stood in the corner and did to myself what I should have let Zac done to me instead. It's not that I didn't want to be carefree and casual about the sex aspect of my reemerging relationship with Zachary- it's that I just couldn't.

When I came out Zac tied his hair into a ponytail and looking at himself in the hotel room mirror. He glanced over at me and surprisingly didn't look too angry. "Feel better?" he smirked and then examined himself into the mirror again. He leaned in close and frowned at it like he saw something he didn't like. His skin was always flawless. His was had always been perfectly symmetrical in every way. I nodded. "Yeah... are you mad at me?"

He shrugged. "No. But I'm bored. Let's go somewhere."

"Where to?" There were a couple of really nice museums I'd heard of in Barcelona and on a rainy day they would be perfect to go to. The rain always makes me feel artsy and intellectual. I remember Zachary telling me once that rain made him really horny. Big surprise. He'd also told me once in the past that hot pockets made him horny too. He might have been joking about that, but still, it seemed like anything could turn my brother... my boyfriend on.

"There's a club about 10 minutes away I wanted to check out. We can take a cab because it's too far to walk to."

Wait, a club? But it was only 6 pm. And we were in Barcelona. Weren't clubs in Barcelona exactly like clubs in LA? A club is a club.

"A club, really? I was thinking more like... a museum or something."

"A museum?" he wrinkled his nose. "First of all, they're all probably closed by now. Second of all, I don't do musuems."

That was going to sort of pose a problem on our trip considering I loved them. What exactly was he expecting to do on our trip if he wasn't open to musuems and culture and art?

"I happen to love museums."

"Since when?"

"Since I moved to England, maybe. Get used to it... because there are a lot that I want to visit on this trip and take pictures."

"You can visit those alone," Zachary chuckled. "I'll sleep in and play Resident Evil on your museum days."

To be honest, I was annoyed by his disregard for my interests. It was rude. It was selfish. I frowned at him in the mirror. "Alright then, I'll go to bed early on nights you're going out clubbing. I don't do clubs as you saw the other night."

"Oh, c'mon. You can't not come with me to the clubs. If you're not there, I might find someone hotter than you and forget you all together," he smirked, but it wasn't funny to me. I had just sat there and told him about how I felt inferior to all of his ex's and he made a lousy joke like that? Sometimes Zac was the most insensitive person on the planet.

"Screw you, Zac..." I mumbled and turned away from him to put on a pair of jeans.

"Oh, c'mon, Taylor. Don't get all serious on me about it. I was joking. You're always the hottest- even if you do like lame museums and traveling like a 40-year-old soccer Mom."

I wanted to be mad some more, but I just laughed. He was right. I guess I was sort of like a middle-aged woman sometimes with my worrying and anxiety, but c'mon. I had left school to do one of the most spontaneous and crazy things of my life. He had to give me some credit.

"I'm not coming to the club," I clarified.

"Why not?" he gave me a pouty look in the mirror.

"Because you're just going to get drunk and piss people off and I'm going to practically have to carry you back here tonight- again."

He rolled his eyes. "Tay, I'm hardly going to drink. I promise. I'm not in the mood to get smashed. Trust me. It will be fun and I'll pay attention to you all night long and be absolutely charming. Come on, you'll love it."

I had to laugh too at his argument. "Charming, huh?" I yanked my jeans on over my butt and did them up. I glanced at myself in them in the mirror. My pants were more form-fitting than his. I didn't like the sloppy look anymore that I wore when I was 14. 

"Oh, more charming than you can even imagine. Prince fucking charming himself."

"Does that make me Cinderella?" I frowned at him.

"Nah... Sleeping Beauty."

I smiled and rolled my eyes again at him, standing next to him in the mirror and looking at the two of us. A thoughtful expression came upon his face and I could tell by his eyes looking upward that he was thinking of something. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated before he finally let the words out.

"Have you ever... had sex under a mirror? On the ceiling? Watching yourself?"

I chuckled nervously. "Oh yeah. All the time."

He smiled. "It's fun. I think you would like it- eventually. We should try it some time."

I swallowed and nodded. "Okay..." Yeah right, was what I was actually thinking. Me? In front of a mirror during sex? Please, no. The last thing I wanted to see was how I looked when I get banged by my brother. "I have to ask... have you?"

"Of course," he smiled, and grabbed his wallet from on top of the dresser. He looked inside, counted his cash (which looked like close to 200 dollars) and then headed towards the door. "Baby," he smiled and held the door open for me. I followed him out. I guess I was going to the club. Surprise, surprise. "I don't think there's anything that I haven't done. And I intend on showing it all to you. By the time we leave Europe, nothing will ever seem too kinky to you again."

Comments

[zacgirl1.livejournal.com]

Oh man! This trip is getting really interesting...I hope Zac gets to teach Tay a lot of new things. Whenever Taylor feels ready tho. Which I hope will be soon ;)

[f-s-society.livejournal.com]

Oh my God please let Taylor get so drunk that he finally has sex with zac!!

[iwontbeafool.livejournal.com]

Haha, this story always make me happy. Both of the characters are pretty interesting... So Tay also did it alone? They're so weird.... LOLOLOLOL, I hope next time will be a different story though.

I agree with the previous comment, I hope Zac to help Tay to loosen up a bit and just go along with his feelings, stop over analyzing things and just enjoy.... As usual, I love it girls... This is always a fun read...! <3 <3 <3

[malfunkshon.livejournal.com]

What is wrong with Taylor in this story??? That's just ....not normal!

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

I'd say he doesn't feels insecure only because of his more sexual experienced younger brother, I can very well imagine he got more reserved that the media refers him as the child molester.... it all adds up.


I find it kind of refreshing that there's no wive/girlfriend bullshit in this story by the way

Chapter 23 is online! :)