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teamzaylorCHAPTER 24: LOS ANGELES TWINKS
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.
Nothing too racey in this Chapter but we're close to count on some boysex.
Enjoy! Thanks for the feedback everyone. You keep me updating.
“Did we have sex last night?” were the first words out of my mouth.
Zac’s eyes slowly opened and he groaned sleepily, turning over and giving me a groggy, “What…?” I would have stopped to enjoy how cute he looked with his long blonde ruffled hair but I was too nervous about my question to really savor it.
“Sex. Last night. Did we have sex?”
Zac chuckled a bit into his pillow and then flopped back over again onto his back. He squinted over at the sun coming in through the windows and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “You don’t remember…?”
My eyes widened a bit. “What?”
He snorted. “I’m surprised you don’t remember… considering, well, you know…”
“No, I *don’t* know. Considering what?”
Zachary shrugged and ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Forget it.”
I rolled over onto my side so I was facing him. I searched his face for a smile but he revealed nothing. “Considering what?” I insisted.
He sighed and turned onto his side to face me. He reached out and ran his fingers absent-mindedly down my bare arm and then looked at my eyes with a look of pure honesty and said quietly, “Well, considering you seemed to really enjoy it. I’m surprised you don’t remember it… at all.”
The notion was mind-boggling. We what?! And I didn’t remember it at all?! Impossible. I would at least remember part of it…
“Are you sure I wasn’t passed out?!”
He laughed. “Do you honestly think I would take advantage of you like that?”
“Possibly!”
He feigned an offended expression and then shrugged again. “You were awake. In fact, I distinctly remember you telling me that I was a sex God. In fact, you called me a deity of foreplay.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I said that?”
“You said that. Those exact words, in fact. You were moaning a lot, so it was hard to understand what you were saying. But I managed to decipher it.”
Somehow, it didn’t seem like something I would say. A deity of foreplay? I looked down at my body and tried to bring back some kind of recollection from the night before. I didn’t look any different. I didn’t feel any different. I must have been passed out when this was all going on. I couldn’t believe after two years Zachary and I finally had sex again and I had completely missed it. I had traded it in for a couple shots of raspberry vodka.
“You also told me I have the largest cock in the whole world and you’ve never seen another like it,” Zac said, trying to look serious but then falling into a fit of giggles.
“Cock? I said cock?” That was definitely not part of my usual vocabulary. It was a bit too crude for my taste.
He bit his lip, “You did.”
“I don’t believe this part of it…”
“You told me that you wished that yours was half the size of mine.”
“You are so full of bullshit!”
He laughed and leaned in and kissed me. “I’m serious!”
“You are not. You’re lying. Zac, did we really do it or not?”
“Do it?” he said and chuckled. “What, are we back in sixth grade?”
“Zachary.”
He was stalling. It was a sign he was lying. After a moment he sighed and smiled. “Okay, so there was no sex last night.”
“Thank god…” I breathed.
“Is the thought of sleeping with me really that bad?” he frowned.
Oh, no no no. It was the exact opposite. The idea of sleeping with Zac was so arousing and wonderful that I would never even want to have to imagine being too drunk to not enough it. When I finally did work up the nerves to take things to the next level with Zachary, to take things to the same level they used to be in 2000, then I wanted to cherish and remember every moment of it. I wanted to memorize ever expression that passed across his face and seal the feeling of exactly how Zac’s skin felt against my own. I hadn’t done a good enough job in 2000 making sure I remembered it and after two years without him, I honestly couldn’t remember what it felt like.
“That’s not it at all,” I confessed. “I am just glad I didn’t waste it when drunk.”
Zachary rolled his eyes and sat up from bed. He rolled off the bed and glanced at himself in the mirror, laughing himself at his bed hair. “Let’s be realistic for a second here, Taylor. Unless I get you at least a little tipsy, I have no shot in hell in getting you to let me touch you. Or getting you to touch me, for that matter.”
He had a point.
“Tipsy’s fine. Drunk is another story.”
“I can agree with that,” he shrugged and headed towards the bathroom. I watched as he stepped onto the cool tile and swung the door halfway closed behind him. Within a moment I could hear him peeing. It didn’t matter that I spent years growing up with him with, showering while he came in while I was behind the shower curtain so he could pee. It didn’t matter that we’d both unzipped and relieved ourselves behind the back of the bus on long road trips from venue to venue. That was decades ago. I felt kind of awkward sitting there listening to Zac pee, because it only proved how much distance the last years had put between us, so I laid there and hummed a song called California Dreamin' by the Mamas & the Papas instead. Damn, I missed that band. I hadn’t listened to them in a long time.
A moment later, I heard the shower turn on to my surprise. Zachary usually liked to lay around in bed with me in the morning and flirt for awhile before he got his lazy ass up, but I guess this morning was different.
I got out of bed and wandered over to the bathroom door where I pressed my ear up against it.
“You showering?” I asked loudly through the door. It was one of those times where I asked a question I damn well knew the answer to, but I ask anyway because I need something to say.
“Huh?” I hear Zachary’s faint reply.
“Are you taking a shower?” I said, separating my words more dramatically like someone usually does when having to repeat something.
“Yeah! I’ll be out in a few,” he said from behind the door.
I sighed, actually wishing he had laid around in bed with me for awhile. It didn’t matter that most mornings I pretended to feel impatient about us not getting up again. No matter how much I pretended not to enjoy the past few mornings of lazy conversation, there was no denying that I loved it as much as he did.
I wandered over to where his computer bag was sitting on the hotel room dresser and I glanced inside of it briefly. Inside it was his computer, which I hadn’t seen him touch yet, a chocolate bar, and a digital camera- something I also hadn’t seen him use. Zac generally disliked photographs. He claimed that spending our lives trying to capture and save moments was actually just wasting the moments in the first place. Moments were tainted by physical proof of them and memories were weakened by obsessive photographing. I personally think that Zachary is turned off by photographs because of the ones that threatened to ruin our lives two years ago.
I looked around the room, wanting to search through his suitcase and look at what clothes he brought to Europe with him so I could see what clothes I might want to steal and wear during the trip, but I noticed he still had his suitcase in the bathroom with him. He seemed to be rather protective over it, as if he felt any second I might invade his privacy and start searching through the pockets.
He was probably justified in feeling that way, actually.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Zac poked his head out. I looked over at him feeling guilty about just thinking about looking through his stuff. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t really, but being caught off guard made me feel like I had.
“Taylor,” he said with a serious expression. “I just wanted you to know that I would never… you know, do what you said you thought I might do.”
I frowned.
“You know, take advantage of you. I don’t care how horny I see sometimes or how selfish I can be. I wouldn’t. I want you to know that.”
I nodded appreciatively, not exactly knowing how to respond to that particular comment.
“And Taylor,” he continued, but a devilish grin was starting to spread across his face and I figured his honesty and sensitivity was seconds away from disappearing into thin air. “I lied about having sex with you last night. I lied about the moaning and the foreplay and the sex god comment.”
“No kidding.”
“But,” he held a finger up to me and pursed his lips. “The comment about my humongous dick and yours being not even half the size of it?” He tossed his head back and chuckled to himself. “That, brother, was most certainly not a lie.”
This time, I wasn’t so stupid as to believe him. His laughing was a clear sign that he was just being a jackass. I smiled and grabbed Zac’s brush that was sitting on the dresser next to me and chucked it at the bathroom door. He jumped away from the doors opening and wiggled his eyebrows at me mischievously. “Awww, it’s okay, Tay. Penis enhancers do sometimes work.”
I grabbed the closest thing to me on the desk, my novel, and threw it at him as well.
It his against the door and fell to the ground. That time he slipped away and closed the door, laughing behind it.
Was it strange that one moment he was talking about having sex with me and the next he was trying to insult my penis? I don’t know. Maybe it was. But you know what? I liked that. I liked that I could kiss him and then, after all the hugs and the ‘Ilove you’s and the flirting, he could still be my annoying, cocky younger brother insulting my penis size which, by the way, I actually knew I had no reason to be self-conscious about. And he knew it too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have teased me about it.
Zac was in an incredible mood that day and was even willing to trek across the city with me to a Spanish photography museum. It was nice of him to come with me, but he could have done a better job of acting interested in the art, I have to admit. As we walked around from photograph to photograph, Zachary was busy text messaging people and asking me questions about what I felt like eating for lunch. But he didn’t whine or complain, and I appreciated that.
At one point I tried to get him to express some kind of reaction to a photograph in front of us. It was a photograph of an old Spanish woman from the early 20th century.
“Do you like this or not?” I asked him.
He glanced at it and shrugged. “It’s okay. Hey, I was thinking, I’m not really in the mood for coffee anymore. I just feel like going straight to lunch after this.”
I groaned inwardly. “That’s fine. Seriously though, I really like this photograph. Look at it. I think it’s incredible.”
He frowned. “It’s an old lady.”
I remember when we were young my parents used to drag us to art festivals in Tulsa. When we traveled for MMMBop we had to go to historical sights in every city and I had always been the most interested out of the three of us. Zac was on the younger side so history and culture were really boring to him, and Isaac never had much interest in anything that wasn’t music-related.
I've always had an interest in art and architecture. Visit museums and take pictures to keep some memories were a part of our trip that I didn't want to abandon.
I pointed at the left-hand corner of the photograph. “I know… but still, I just love what the photographer did with the tree branches here. It’s kind of like… framing her.”
He chuckled. “It’s a tree. A lady with a tree in the background. Nothing too spectacular in my opinion.”
I gestured at the room we were standing in. It was a room of portraits. “Then tell me, Zac. Which of these are spectacular?”
He looked around at the various photographs on the wall and finally shrugged. “Photography doesn’t excite me, Taylor. Art is boring,”
“You used to love art!” I said, finally expressing my frustration for the first time that afternoon. “You used to draw all the time. For your 14th birthday you got Mom to order you those big framed prints of your favorite paintings for your bedroom. How can you say it’s boring?”
He chuckled again, this time a bit nervously. “Dude, that was years ago. I changed, I guess. Art just doesn’t get me off these days.”
Apparently not…
I’m not some culture freak, let’s get that straight. But I appreciate it- I see it’s beauty and originality. I understand some art is timeless and if I’m traveling Europe for the first time in years, fuck, I am going to appreciate what the countries have to offer. I don’t know if it was too much for me to expect the same from Zachary…
I turned back to him, to tell him that sometimes I felt like he acts more superficial than he really is just to get a reaction, but he was busy looking at his Blackberry, smiling as he probably text messaged one of his stupid Los Angeles twinks. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t say it anyway. I wasn’t up to dealing with a grumpy, offended Zachary.
As annoyed as I was by his lack of interest at the museum, like I said, I was rather impressed by his willingness to go.
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.
Nothing too racey in this Chapter but we're close to count on some boysex.
Enjoy! Thanks for the feedback everyone. You keep me updating.
“Did we have sex last night?” were the first words out of my mouth.
Zac’s eyes slowly opened and he groaned sleepily, turning over and giving me a groggy, “What…?” I would have stopped to enjoy how cute he looked with his long blonde ruffled hair but I was too nervous about my question to really savor it.
“Sex. Last night. Did we have sex?”
Zac chuckled a bit into his pillow and then flopped back over again onto his back. He squinted over at the sun coming in through the windows and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “You don’t remember…?”
My eyes widened a bit. “What?”
He snorted. “I’m surprised you don’t remember… considering, well, you know…”
“No, I *don’t* know. Considering what?”
Zachary shrugged and ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Forget it.”
I rolled over onto my side so I was facing him. I searched his face for a smile but he revealed nothing. “Considering what?” I insisted.
He sighed and turned onto his side to face me. He reached out and ran his fingers absent-mindedly down my bare arm and then looked at my eyes with a look of pure honesty and said quietly, “Well, considering you seemed to really enjoy it. I’m surprised you don’t remember it… at all.”
The notion was mind-boggling. We what?! And I didn’t remember it at all?! Impossible. I would at least remember part of it…
“Are you sure I wasn’t passed out?!”
He laughed. “Do you honestly think I would take advantage of you like that?”
“Possibly!”
He feigned an offended expression and then shrugged again. “You were awake. In fact, I distinctly remember you telling me that I was a sex God. In fact, you called me a deity of foreplay.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I said that?”
“You said that. Those exact words, in fact. You were moaning a lot, so it was hard to understand what you were saying. But I managed to decipher it.”
Somehow, it didn’t seem like something I would say. A deity of foreplay? I looked down at my body and tried to bring back some kind of recollection from the night before. I didn’t look any different. I didn’t feel any different. I must have been passed out when this was all going on. I couldn’t believe after two years Zachary and I finally had sex again and I had completely missed it. I had traded it in for a couple shots of raspberry vodka.
“You also told me I have the largest cock in the whole world and you’ve never seen another like it,” Zac said, trying to look serious but then falling into a fit of giggles.
“Cock? I said cock?” That was definitely not part of my usual vocabulary. It was a bit too crude for my taste.
He bit his lip, “You did.”
“I don’t believe this part of it…”
“You told me that you wished that yours was half the size of mine.”
“You are so full of bullshit!”
He laughed and leaned in and kissed me. “I’m serious!”
“You are not. You’re lying. Zac, did we really do it or not?”
“Do it?” he said and chuckled. “What, are we back in sixth grade?”
“Zachary.”
He was stalling. It was a sign he was lying. After a moment he sighed and smiled. “Okay, so there was no sex last night.”
“Thank god…” I breathed.
“Is the thought of sleeping with me really that bad?” he frowned.
Oh, no no no. It was the exact opposite. The idea of sleeping with Zac was so arousing and wonderful that I would never even want to have to imagine being too drunk to not enough it. When I finally did work up the nerves to take things to the next level with Zachary, to take things to the same level they used to be in 2000, then I wanted to cherish and remember every moment of it. I wanted to memorize ever expression that passed across his face and seal the feeling of exactly how Zac’s skin felt against my own. I hadn’t done a good enough job in 2000 making sure I remembered it and after two years without him, I honestly couldn’t remember what it felt like.
“That’s not it at all,” I confessed. “I am just glad I didn’t waste it when drunk.”
Zachary rolled his eyes and sat up from bed. He rolled off the bed and glanced at himself in the mirror, laughing himself at his bed hair. “Let’s be realistic for a second here, Taylor. Unless I get you at least a little tipsy, I have no shot in hell in getting you to let me touch you. Or getting you to touch me, for that matter.”
He had a point.
“Tipsy’s fine. Drunk is another story.”
“I can agree with that,” he shrugged and headed towards the bathroom. I watched as he stepped onto the cool tile and swung the door halfway closed behind him. Within a moment I could hear him peeing. It didn’t matter that I spent years growing up with him with, showering while he came in while I was behind the shower curtain so he could pee. It didn’t matter that we’d both unzipped and relieved ourselves behind the back of the bus on long road trips from venue to venue. That was decades ago. I felt kind of awkward sitting there listening to Zac pee, because it only proved how much distance the last years had put between us, so I laid there and hummed a song called California Dreamin' by the Mamas & the Papas instead. Damn, I missed that band. I hadn’t listened to them in a long time.
A moment later, I heard the shower turn on to my surprise. Zachary usually liked to lay around in bed with me in the morning and flirt for awhile before he got his lazy ass up, but I guess this morning was different.
I got out of bed and wandered over to the bathroom door where I pressed my ear up against it.
“You showering?” I asked loudly through the door. It was one of those times where I asked a question I damn well knew the answer to, but I ask anyway because I need something to say.
“Huh?” I hear Zachary’s faint reply.
“Are you taking a shower?” I said, separating my words more dramatically like someone usually does when having to repeat something.
“Yeah! I’ll be out in a few,” he said from behind the door.
I sighed, actually wishing he had laid around in bed with me for awhile. It didn’t matter that most mornings I pretended to feel impatient about us not getting up again. No matter how much I pretended not to enjoy the past few mornings of lazy conversation, there was no denying that I loved it as much as he did.
I wandered over to where his computer bag was sitting on the hotel room dresser and I glanced inside of it briefly. Inside it was his computer, which I hadn’t seen him touch yet, a chocolate bar, and a digital camera- something I also hadn’t seen him use. Zac generally disliked photographs. He claimed that spending our lives trying to capture and save moments was actually just wasting the moments in the first place. Moments were tainted by physical proof of them and memories were weakened by obsessive photographing. I personally think that Zachary is turned off by photographs because of the ones that threatened to ruin our lives two years ago.
I looked around the room, wanting to search through his suitcase and look at what clothes he brought to Europe with him so I could see what clothes I might want to steal and wear during the trip, but I noticed he still had his suitcase in the bathroom with him. He seemed to be rather protective over it, as if he felt any second I might invade his privacy and start searching through the pockets.
He was probably justified in feeling that way, actually.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Zac poked his head out. I looked over at him feeling guilty about just thinking about looking through his stuff. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t really, but being caught off guard made me feel like I had.
“Taylor,” he said with a serious expression. “I just wanted you to know that I would never… you know, do what you said you thought I might do.”
I frowned.
“You know, take advantage of you. I don’t care how horny I see sometimes or how selfish I can be. I wouldn’t. I want you to know that.”
I nodded appreciatively, not exactly knowing how to respond to that particular comment.
“And Taylor,” he continued, but a devilish grin was starting to spread across his face and I figured his honesty and sensitivity was seconds away from disappearing into thin air. “I lied about having sex with you last night. I lied about the moaning and the foreplay and the sex god comment.”
“No kidding.”
“But,” he held a finger up to me and pursed his lips. “The comment about my humongous dick and yours being not even half the size of it?” He tossed his head back and chuckled to himself. “That, brother, was most certainly not a lie.”
This time, I wasn’t so stupid as to believe him. His laughing was a clear sign that he was just being a jackass. I smiled and grabbed Zac’s brush that was sitting on the dresser next to me and chucked it at the bathroom door. He jumped away from the doors opening and wiggled his eyebrows at me mischievously. “Awww, it’s okay, Tay. Penis enhancers do sometimes work.”
I grabbed the closest thing to me on the desk, my novel, and threw it at him as well.
It his against the door and fell to the ground. That time he slipped away and closed the door, laughing behind it.
Was it strange that one moment he was talking about having sex with me and the next he was trying to insult my penis? I don’t know. Maybe it was. But you know what? I liked that. I liked that I could kiss him and then, after all the hugs and the ‘Ilove you’s and the flirting, he could still be my annoying, cocky younger brother insulting my penis size which, by the way, I actually knew I had no reason to be self-conscious about. And he knew it too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have teased me about it.
Zac was in an incredible mood that day and was even willing to trek across the city with me to a Spanish photography museum. It was nice of him to come with me, but he could have done a better job of acting interested in the art, I have to admit. As we walked around from photograph to photograph, Zachary was busy text messaging people and asking me questions about what I felt like eating for lunch. But he didn’t whine or complain, and I appreciated that.
At one point I tried to get him to express some kind of reaction to a photograph in front of us. It was a photograph of an old Spanish woman from the early 20th century.
“Do you like this or not?” I asked him.
He glanced at it and shrugged. “It’s okay. Hey, I was thinking, I’m not really in the mood for coffee anymore. I just feel like going straight to lunch after this.”
I groaned inwardly. “That’s fine. Seriously though, I really like this photograph. Look at it. I think it’s incredible.”
He frowned. “It’s an old lady.”
I remember when we were young my parents used to drag us to art festivals in Tulsa. When we traveled for MMMBop we had to go to historical sights in every city and I had always been the most interested out of the three of us. Zac was on the younger side so history and culture were really boring to him, and Isaac never had much interest in anything that wasn’t music-related.
I've always had an interest in art and architecture. Visit museums and take pictures to keep some memories were a part of our trip that I didn't want to abandon.
I pointed at the left-hand corner of the photograph. “I know… but still, I just love what the photographer did with the tree branches here. It’s kind of like… framing her.”
He chuckled. “It’s a tree. A lady with a tree in the background. Nothing too spectacular in my opinion.”
I gestured at the room we were standing in. It was a room of portraits. “Then tell me, Zac. Which of these are spectacular?”
He looked around at the various photographs on the wall and finally shrugged. “Photography doesn’t excite me, Taylor. Art is boring,”
“You used to love art!” I said, finally expressing my frustration for the first time that afternoon. “You used to draw all the time. For your 14th birthday you got Mom to order you those big framed prints of your favorite paintings for your bedroom. How can you say it’s boring?”
He chuckled again, this time a bit nervously. “Dude, that was years ago. I changed, I guess. Art just doesn’t get me off these days.”
Apparently not…
I’m not some culture freak, let’s get that straight. But I appreciate it- I see it’s beauty and originality. I understand some art is timeless and if I’m traveling Europe for the first time in years, fuck, I am going to appreciate what the countries have to offer. I don’t know if it was too much for me to expect the same from Zachary…
I turned back to him, to tell him that sometimes I felt like he acts more superficial than he really is just to get a reaction, but he was busy looking at his Blackberry, smiling as he probably text messaged one of his stupid Los Angeles twinks. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t say it anyway. I wasn’t up to dealing with a grumpy, offended Zachary.
As annoyed as I was by his lack of interest at the museum, like I said, I was rather impressed by his willingness to go.
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Date: 2012-12-01 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-01 03:52 am (UTC)It was nice of Zac to go the museum with Taylor, but I agree with Taylor, he could've shown some interest in it. And what about Zac checking his blackberry and texting all the time. What the heck?! It's really sad to think that Zac is not interested in art, like painting, anymore.
Update soon please :)
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Date: 2012-12-01 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-01 05:35 pm (UTC)Enjoy & thanks for reading ♥