And with each mile
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teamzaylorCHAPTER 27: LIES
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 wanted the elevator ride back up to the hotel to be a heavy make out session where Zac pinned me against the wall and sucked my lips until they bled. Honest to god, that’s what I was picturing in my mind. The entire time back to the hotel, I was craving that passion and touch. I could feel my body getting more and more aroused by the second as we walked in a content silence holding hands. His presence was becoming suffocating so when we finally made it to the hotel lobby and over to the elevator, I was really planning on kissing him when we stepped inside. Bold, for me at least, eh?
To my disappointment, an older man stepped into the elevator with us and while I was beginning to fell ballsy, I wasn’t felling ballsy enough to kiss him in front of anyone. Instead I stood close enough to him in the elevator so that my hip rested against his. I liked that I could see feel his body against mine and stroked his hand with my thumb. He smiled contently at my affection and reached out and pressed the button for our floor. He wobbled a bit as the elevator took off, feeling the effects of the alcohol.
The man in the elevator with us loosened his tie and shifted uncomfortably when he saw Zachary and me holding hands out of the corner of his eye. He got off at the floor before ours so I could have pursued that making out idea at that point, but I had lost my nerve.
Zac chuckled when the doors closed. “He looked at us like we were going to gang bang him or something.”
“We should have. We could have pressed the emergency button and had a really nice threesome right here in the middle of the elevator,” I said, trying to appeal to Zachary’s sense of sexual, slightly crude humor.
He tossed his head back, appreciative of my joke, and chuckled. “Maybe you’re kinkier than I thought… I’m intrigued.”
When we got into the hotel, Zac immediately went to the toilet to pee. I liked that he peed with the door open when I was standing right there. Maybe it was stupid for me to care about that because after all, he’d been peeing in front of me all my life, but it was comforting to know that he was that comfortable around me. I didn’t feel awkward watching him at that moment.
He flushed and came over to me, still zipping up his pants and grinning. “I pee a lot when I’m drinking,” he chuckled, grabbing the bathroom doorframe for balance.
“How much did you drink anyway?” I asked innocently, trying to get him to forget I had already asked him once and he had refused to answer.
Zac gave me a sly smile and shrugged. “Enough.”
“Enough for what?” I raised an eyebrow.
He grabbed the bottle of discarded rum off the sink and handed it to me. “Enough that I feel fucking sexy right now. Being drunk makes me feel hot… and horny.”
“Hah,” I half laughed, half stated.
“And enough that you look fucking sexy yourself. REALLY fucking sexy… come and tear my clothes off fucking sexy.”
His drunkenness was really beginning to show.
“So you need to get drunk for me to look sexy, eh?”
He held a finger out to me. “One, I’m not drunk. Two, let me just say this and let me make myself very clear.”
He swayed, closing his eyes for a second to organize his thoughts. I stood there with the bottle of rum in my hand giving him an amused look, waiting for whatever ridiculous thing it seemed like he was going to say.
“You, baby,” he said, and reached out and put his hands on the sides of my hips, pulling me against him. He put his face close to mine and looked at me with a lustful look in his eyes. “Are the sexiest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Everyone else pales in comparision to you. And don’t you forget that.”
I have to admit, I felt a little drunk myself after he said that. I was on cloud nine, floating into my own little world of confidence and glee.
I was feeling kind of bold so I leaned into his face and gave him a simple kiss on the lips. “Zac,” I told him and nodded at the mirror on the wall. He looked at it and we both looked at his reflection. “You are the sexiest. Without question.”
He smirked and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “Hardly…”
I don’t remember who kissed who again, but somehow we ended up locking lips again and disappearing into a world of hot kisses much like we had the night before on the dance floor. I put one hand around the back of Zac’s head and pulled closer to him, running my tongue along his lips before sliding it into the warmth of his mouth. Zachary was an amazing kisser. He was aggressive and gentle all at once- kissing harder and then backing off so you craved more. I don’t know how I managed to hold onto the rum bottle in my left hand without dropping it in pure ecstasy.
Zac pushed me back until my legs hit the bed behind us and I went falling back against it, Zachary falling against me in a desperate attempt to keep his lips on mine the entire time. As we kissed, more comfortable than when we were standing up, I noticed that Zac’s hands began to roam to the waist of my jeans. He ran the tips of his fingers inside them and stopped when they were in the middle of my body- right above my growing hard on. I took a sharp breath in as his hands roamed down to touch my erection through my jeans.
He must have felt me tense up against him because he stopped kissing me and just looked down at me- his eyes a mixture of drunkenness and fondness.
“Let’s play a game,” he finally said, and crawled off of me. I was confused. Suddenly we were kissing and now he was done? No more kissing…? I was relieved and longing at the same time.
Zachary crawled to the top of the bed and sat up by the pillows. He reached down and grabbed the bottle of rum from my hands and then patted the bed next to him. I was confused. I crawled over to him and tentatively sat next to him, giving him a puzzled look hoping he was would provide me with some kind of explanation and also hoping that he would explain what he wanted me to do.
Of course he did. Zac loves to hear himself talk. Even more, he loves to tell people what to do.
“We’re going to play a game,” he reiterated. “A question game.”
“Twenty questions?”
“Not exactly… You ask me a question about yourself, and I have to answer it. If I get it wrong, I have to either take off a piece of clothing, take a sip of alcohol, or you get one free question of asking me anything in the entire world.”
He was certainly articulate for a drunk.
“So wait…if you answer a question incorrectly, your punishment is you get to do one of your favorite things? Drink, strip, or talk about yourself?”
He gave me a smug but entertained smile. “Fuck you.”
“I would but you seem more interested in games at the moment…”
Zac reached out and ran a few fingers down my thigh without any shame as he stared at my crotch like he was mesmerized. Being drunk gives you the right to stare at anything without having to feel guilty about it.
I shifted awkwardly and he snapped out of it.
“Do you ask me questions too?”
“Of course. Vice versa.”
“Where did you learn this game?” I asked.
Zac shrugged. “I thought it up right now.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but that was a usual feeling for me so I just shrugged myself. I settled back against the pillows so I was slouched down- half laying, half sitting up- mocking Zachary’s own position. The mirror across from the bed was in full view and we looked at ourselves in the mirror. Zachary wiggled his eyes suggestively and we both fell into fits of laughter.
Once we had composed ourselves, he licked his lips and began the first question. “Okay, I’ll ask you something first… anything about me and you have to answer and see if you know me as well as you think you do…”
“I don’t think I know you very well…”
He wasn’t really paying attention though. He was looking at the ceiling with a far off, thinking expression. Finally he cleared his throat and said, “Okay… true or false… I’ve had sex on an airplane before.”
What? How the hell was I supposed to know that? He knew damn well we hadn’t really discussed our sex lives before each other so I don’t know how he expected me to know the answer. He sat there grinning devilishly at me waiting for my answer. Well, this was Zachary. Where hadn’t he had sex, I reasoned.
“True,” I said confidently.
The moment he smile turned into a wide grin I knew I had gotten it wrong. I sighed. “Great.”
“Of course I haven’t had sex on an airplane. That’s tacky and cliché, two things that aren’t my style. Punishment time, buddy. What will it be?”
I could use some alcohol, right? I took the bottle from him, took the cap off, and took a big gulp before he even had to prompt me. After a big sip I shoved it back into his hands and tried to get it down without gagging. I was successful and gave him a weak smile before wiping at my watering eyes.
“Impressive,” he smirked, half serious and half mocking me, I think.
“My turn,” I said, turning onto my side so I could stare at him. I moved my legs closer to his so my jeans were brushing against his. It was the simple touches like these that were often most erotic. “True or false. My favorite soda is Dr. Pepper.”
He snorted. “True.”
I shook my head slowly and watched his smile fade. “I haven’t liked Dr. Pepper in two years. It’s all about Coke & Coffee for me these days.”
He frowned. “But you’ve liked Dr. Pepper since Mom let you drink your first soda.”
“Have you seen me drink it on this trip?”
“Well, no…”
“I don’t like it anymore,” I shrugged.
“At all?”
“At all.”
He seemed a little taken back by this information and I think he was realizing for the first time what I had been realizing: we had changed so much. We were practically different people than we were almost three years earlier. It was jolting.
It was no surprise to me when Zac slid his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. He loved his upper body. He always had. I remember him giving me a speech once when he was like fourteen years old about how he had the world’s most perfect nipples. At the time they looked exactly like any other guys nipples, and some might argue they still do. But looking at him laying there- his nipples hardening as we spoke by the cool air condition, I could see exactly what he had meant when he made that claim.
“What’s my favorite song?” he said quickly, not hesitating.
“If you had to pick, Rock and Roll. Led Zeppelin.”
He gave me an impressed nod of the head. Some things never change. When Zac was twelve years old he heard Led Zeppelin for the first time and he had fallen in love with their songs. He played them on repeat for two weeks straight at night in our bedroom when we were falling asleep, but of course, he was the only one who could fall asleep to it. Isaac and I laid there listening to it repeat until Zachary’s breathing became heavy and then one of us would creep across the room and turn it off. Sometimes he woke up when we did, and we had to listen to the whole thing all over again.
It was ironic how the lyrics in the song grew to define him as the years went on. Maybe that’s why he held onto it.
“Your turn,” he said, taking a sloppy sip of rum even though he didn’t have to.
I asked him how long my showers usually were, what kind of deodorant I wore and who the first actress was that I ever found cute. He eventually stripped down to only his boxers. As for the last question, he answered Michelle Trachtenberg instead of Jennifer Aniston. (He was probably thinking of his own first favorite actress. I kid you not, scary as that sounds. She was cute in Harriet the Spy he said once). For that he opted that his punishment would be me asking him any question I wanted, and he had to answer truthfully.
I took a moment to come up with a good question- something I’d been dying to know. It was a rare opportunity. I wanted to ask him to describe in great detail to me what part of my body turned him on the most, I decided to be smarter about my question rather than just use it for some useless ego enhancement.
“When you went to the bathroom at the airport the first day we were here, what were you doing? Who were you talking to and why did you lie to me?”
He grunted and looked slightly annoyed. “This isn’t really the kind of question I had in mind…”
“It’s your question. Answer it. What were you doing Zac?”
He sighed and tried to run a finger down my bare chest (I had lost my shirt as well). He was probably trying to distract me from the question at hand, but I wasn’t going to let him. I wanted an answer.
“Zachary, I’m serious. What were you doing? And every other time you disappear into the bathroom for fifteen minutes when you say it’s just going to be a few.”
Zac looked down at the comforter and shrugged. “You know…” he shrugged. “Stuff.”
Apparently the alcohol wasn’t making him as honest as I thought it might.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Stuff stuff… just… well you can imagine. Los Angeles stuff. Stuff you wouldn’t understand or like.”
I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean? You can tell me who you’re calling from Los Angeles and I’m not going to be mad. I only get mad when you have to be all suspicious and secretive about it.”
Zac nodded. “Anyway, my turn?”
“So that’s the answer? You’re making phone calls to friends… ex’s? ”
He bit his lip and studied me. “All of the above.”
“Is that the truth?”
Zac nodded solemnly.
“Why are you calling them in private? Why can’t I be around? Do they know we’re together?” I was going to take full advantage of the opportunity to get an honest answer out of him.
He slid closer to me and wrapped an arm around waist, leaning over and placing a kiss on my shoulder. “Of course they know about you, but they’re my friends. We talk about what normal friends talk about. The only reason I disappear is because I feel like you’ll be annoyed if I call them.”
“Well… don’t,” I told him, leaning towards him and pressing my lips lightly to his. Hell yeah for rum. “I won’t be.”
“Okay,” he whispered.
We scooted closer together so we were lying on our sides facing each other with our noses practically touching. At this point I had consumed another three or so shots of rum after returning back to the room and I was feel pretty good. Really good in fact. Zac was still clearly more gone than me, but that was a good thing, I suppose. He was good at disguising it. I wasn’t.
“My turn…” Zachary smiled. He laughed loudly and then said, still beaming, “Alright then. Jordan Taylor Hanson, through all your experience in your life- does anyone have a cock nicer than mine?”
I shook my head is disbelief. THAT was his question? He was ridiculous.
“I’m not even joking,” he clarified.
“I know… that’s the scary part,” I sighed and then couldn’t help but smile a bit. “No, no one’s is nicer than yours,” I said honestly, because I had never seen anyone’s but his.
He proudly grunted. “How many are you comparing it to?”
“A few,” I shrugged casually. Lie number two.
“Enough that I should feel proud?”
“Yes.” Number three.
“Sweet…” he said and then closed his eyes. Eventually a smile came back to his face and he squinted his eyes open and looked at me. “Well, it’s even bigger than it used to be.”
Oh god. Awkward.
I’m sorry, maybe it was easy for Zachary to sit there and talk about his dick with me. But for me it was just uncomfortable. Of course, since it was his dick it was easier… if we were talking about mine, well, that would have been another story.
He glanced down at the rock in my pants that had been growing throughout the conversation due to the fact that he was not only stripping down, but that he kept reaching over and touching me in between questions.
“Looks like you might be bigger too…” he giggled.
Spoke too soon.
“Yeah, well,” I shifted. “Anyway…”
He laughed loudly at this.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he smiled. “Nothing. You’re cute.”
He wrapped one arm around me and then leaned in towards me so his lips were just barely touching mine- teasing me.
“Kiss me,” I finally whispered. He did just that. He took my lips in his again, kissing me gently at first like he had earlier and then with renewed vigor after a moment. It wasn’t long before his fingers were in my hair and his knee had worked itself in between my legs. His thigh rubbed against my dick as we kissed in a completely arousing way, and for a moment I actually asked myself if it was on accident or on purpose. This was Zachary. Of course it was on purpose.
After a few minutes he pushed me back against the bed so I was flat on my back. Zac crawled on top of me, hardly breaking the kiss, and put his knees on either side of my waist so he was just lightly rubbing against me as we kissed- just so much that it was almost painful.
It’s amazing how kissing works like that. I hadn’t kissed anyone like that in years, and yet I was figuring it out. Somehow I knew just how to breathe when we kissed and just how to use my tongue, even though when I tried to think about it when sober details like that seemed completely mind-boggling.
When Zachary had taught me to kiss, four years earlier, I remember he had said, “Don’t over think, Tay. It’s just kissing.”
I hadn’t believed him at the time until we were actually kissing, and once again his words seemed so true all over again. Kissing is something you never forget.
Zac pressed down against me and ground his hips into mine so I could feel his equally stiff erection rubbing against my own. One of us let out a soft moan but the hazy, alcohol-inflicted memory of the moment doesn’t tell me if it was me or him.
It sounds stupid, but it doesn’t really matter who touched what or who kissed where or who made what sounds. It sounds cheesy, but when I kiss Zachary, I feel like “one” with him. I’m so completely immersed in my comfort zone that I don’t even acknowledge that we’re two separate beings. As nervous and intimidated I feel about him sometimes, HE is my comfort zone.
Zachary removed his lips from mine as if it was almost painful to do so. At first, I was disappointed but then he began to trail his soft hot lips down my neck, across my shoulders, down my chest to my nipples. It surprised me when he brought his lips over to one of my nipples and let his tongue swirl against it as it hardened. He had never done that before.
He lowered his lips so he was planting wet kisses down my stomach and then leaned back on his legs so his mouth was level with my waist. He paused to look my body up and down and suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. I couldn’t look sexy to him, could I?
“Can we turn the lights off…?”
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 wanted the elevator ride back up to the hotel to be a heavy make out session where Zac pinned me against the wall and sucked my lips until they bled. Honest to god, that’s what I was picturing in my mind. The entire time back to the hotel, I was craving that passion and touch. I could feel my body getting more and more aroused by the second as we walked in a content silence holding hands. His presence was becoming suffocating so when we finally made it to the hotel lobby and over to the elevator, I was really planning on kissing him when we stepped inside. Bold, for me at least, eh?
To my disappointment, an older man stepped into the elevator with us and while I was beginning to fell ballsy, I wasn’t felling ballsy enough to kiss him in front of anyone. Instead I stood close enough to him in the elevator so that my hip rested against his. I liked that I could see feel his body against mine and stroked his hand with my thumb. He smiled contently at my affection and reached out and pressed the button for our floor. He wobbled a bit as the elevator took off, feeling the effects of the alcohol.
The man in the elevator with us loosened his tie and shifted uncomfortably when he saw Zachary and me holding hands out of the corner of his eye. He got off at the floor before ours so I could have pursued that making out idea at that point, but I had lost my nerve.
Zac chuckled when the doors closed. “He looked at us like we were going to gang bang him or something.”
“We should have. We could have pressed the emergency button and had a really nice threesome right here in the middle of the elevator,” I said, trying to appeal to Zachary’s sense of sexual, slightly crude humor.
He tossed his head back, appreciative of my joke, and chuckled. “Maybe you’re kinkier than I thought… I’m intrigued.”
When we got into the hotel, Zac immediately went to the toilet to pee. I liked that he peed with the door open when I was standing right there. Maybe it was stupid for me to care about that because after all, he’d been peeing in front of me all my life, but it was comforting to know that he was that comfortable around me. I didn’t feel awkward watching him at that moment.
He flushed and came over to me, still zipping up his pants and grinning. “I pee a lot when I’m drinking,” he chuckled, grabbing the bathroom doorframe for balance.
“How much did you drink anyway?” I asked innocently, trying to get him to forget I had already asked him once and he had refused to answer.
Zac gave me a sly smile and shrugged. “Enough.”
“Enough for what?” I raised an eyebrow.
He grabbed the bottle of discarded rum off the sink and handed it to me. “Enough that I feel fucking sexy right now. Being drunk makes me feel hot… and horny.”
“Hah,” I half laughed, half stated.
“And enough that you look fucking sexy yourself. REALLY fucking sexy… come and tear my clothes off fucking sexy.”
His drunkenness was really beginning to show.
“So you need to get drunk for me to look sexy, eh?”
He held a finger out to me. “One, I’m not drunk. Two, let me just say this and let me make myself very clear.”
He swayed, closing his eyes for a second to organize his thoughts. I stood there with the bottle of rum in my hand giving him an amused look, waiting for whatever ridiculous thing it seemed like he was going to say.
“You, baby,” he said, and reached out and put his hands on the sides of my hips, pulling me against him. He put his face close to mine and looked at me with a lustful look in his eyes. “Are the sexiest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Everyone else pales in comparision to you. And don’t you forget that.”
I have to admit, I felt a little drunk myself after he said that. I was on cloud nine, floating into my own little world of confidence and glee.
I was feeling kind of bold so I leaned into his face and gave him a simple kiss on the lips. “Zac,” I told him and nodded at the mirror on the wall. He looked at it and we both looked at his reflection. “You are the sexiest. Without question.”
He smirked and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “Hardly…”
I don’t remember who kissed who again, but somehow we ended up locking lips again and disappearing into a world of hot kisses much like we had the night before on the dance floor. I put one hand around the back of Zac’s head and pulled closer to him, running my tongue along his lips before sliding it into the warmth of his mouth. Zachary was an amazing kisser. He was aggressive and gentle all at once- kissing harder and then backing off so you craved more. I don’t know how I managed to hold onto the rum bottle in my left hand without dropping it in pure ecstasy.
Zac pushed me back until my legs hit the bed behind us and I went falling back against it, Zachary falling against me in a desperate attempt to keep his lips on mine the entire time. As we kissed, more comfortable than when we were standing up, I noticed that Zac’s hands began to roam to the waist of my jeans. He ran the tips of his fingers inside them and stopped when they were in the middle of my body- right above my growing hard on. I took a sharp breath in as his hands roamed down to touch my erection through my jeans.
He must have felt me tense up against him because he stopped kissing me and just looked down at me- his eyes a mixture of drunkenness and fondness.
“Let’s play a game,” he finally said, and crawled off of me. I was confused. Suddenly we were kissing and now he was done? No more kissing…? I was relieved and longing at the same time.
Zachary crawled to the top of the bed and sat up by the pillows. He reached down and grabbed the bottle of rum from my hands and then patted the bed next to him. I was confused. I crawled over to him and tentatively sat next to him, giving him a puzzled look hoping he was would provide me with some kind of explanation and also hoping that he would explain what he wanted me to do.
Of course he did. Zac loves to hear himself talk. Even more, he loves to tell people what to do.
“We’re going to play a game,” he reiterated. “A question game.”
“Twenty questions?”
“Not exactly… You ask me a question about yourself, and I have to answer it. If I get it wrong, I have to either take off a piece of clothing, take a sip of alcohol, or you get one free question of asking me anything in the entire world.”
He was certainly articulate for a drunk.
“So wait…if you answer a question incorrectly, your punishment is you get to do one of your favorite things? Drink, strip, or talk about yourself?”
He gave me a smug but entertained smile. “Fuck you.”
“I would but you seem more interested in games at the moment…”
Zac reached out and ran a few fingers down my thigh without any shame as he stared at my crotch like he was mesmerized. Being drunk gives you the right to stare at anything without having to feel guilty about it.
I shifted awkwardly and he snapped out of it.
“Do you ask me questions too?”
“Of course. Vice versa.”
“Where did you learn this game?” I asked.
Zac shrugged. “I thought it up right now.”
I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but that was a usual feeling for me so I just shrugged myself. I settled back against the pillows so I was slouched down- half laying, half sitting up- mocking Zachary’s own position. The mirror across from the bed was in full view and we looked at ourselves in the mirror. Zachary wiggled his eyes suggestively and we both fell into fits of laughter.
Once we had composed ourselves, he licked his lips and began the first question. “Okay, I’ll ask you something first… anything about me and you have to answer and see if you know me as well as you think you do…”
“I don’t think I know you very well…”
He wasn’t really paying attention though. He was looking at the ceiling with a far off, thinking expression. Finally he cleared his throat and said, “Okay… true or false… I’ve had sex on an airplane before.”
What? How the hell was I supposed to know that? He knew damn well we hadn’t really discussed our sex lives before each other so I don’t know how he expected me to know the answer. He sat there grinning devilishly at me waiting for my answer. Well, this was Zachary. Where hadn’t he had sex, I reasoned.
“True,” I said confidently.
The moment he smile turned into a wide grin I knew I had gotten it wrong. I sighed. “Great.”
“Of course I haven’t had sex on an airplane. That’s tacky and cliché, two things that aren’t my style. Punishment time, buddy. What will it be?”
I could use some alcohol, right? I took the bottle from him, took the cap off, and took a big gulp before he even had to prompt me. After a big sip I shoved it back into his hands and tried to get it down without gagging. I was successful and gave him a weak smile before wiping at my watering eyes.
“Impressive,” he smirked, half serious and half mocking me, I think.
“My turn,” I said, turning onto my side so I could stare at him. I moved my legs closer to his so my jeans were brushing against his. It was the simple touches like these that were often most erotic. “True or false. My favorite soda is Dr. Pepper.”
He snorted. “True.”
I shook my head slowly and watched his smile fade. “I haven’t liked Dr. Pepper in two years. It’s all about Coke & Coffee for me these days.”
He frowned. “But you’ve liked Dr. Pepper since Mom let you drink your first soda.”
“Have you seen me drink it on this trip?”
“Well, no…”
“I don’t like it anymore,” I shrugged.
“At all?”
“At all.”
He seemed a little taken back by this information and I think he was realizing for the first time what I had been realizing: we had changed so much. We were practically different people than we were almost three years earlier. It was jolting.
It was no surprise to me when Zac slid his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. He loved his upper body. He always had. I remember him giving me a speech once when he was like fourteen years old about how he had the world’s most perfect nipples. At the time they looked exactly like any other guys nipples, and some might argue they still do. But looking at him laying there- his nipples hardening as we spoke by the cool air condition, I could see exactly what he had meant when he made that claim.
“What’s my favorite song?” he said quickly, not hesitating.
“If you had to pick, Rock and Roll. Led Zeppelin.”
He gave me an impressed nod of the head. Some things never change. When Zac was twelve years old he heard Led Zeppelin for the first time and he had fallen in love with their songs. He played them on repeat for two weeks straight at night in our bedroom when we were falling asleep, but of course, he was the only one who could fall asleep to it. Isaac and I laid there listening to it repeat until Zachary’s breathing became heavy and then one of us would creep across the room and turn it off. Sometimes he woke up when we did, and we had to listen to the whole thing all over again.
It was ironic how the lyrics in the song grew to define him as the years went on. Maybe that’s why he held onto it.
“Your turn,” he said, taking a sloppy sip of rum even though he didn’t have to.
I asked him how long my showers usually were, what kind of deodorant I wore and who the first actress was that I ever found cute. He eventually stripped down to only his boxers. As for the last question, he answered Michelle Trachtenberg instead of Jennifer Aniston. (He was probably thinking of his own first favorite actress. I kid you not, scary as that sounds. She was cute in Harriet the Spy he said once). For that he opted that his punishment would be me asking him any question I wanted, and he had to answer truthfully.
I took a moment to come up with a good question- something I’d been dying to know. It was a rare opportunity. I wanted to ask him to describe in great detail to me what part of my body turned him on the most, I decided to be smarter about my question rather than just use it for some useless ego enhancement.
“When you went to the bathroom at the airport the first day we were here, what were you doing? Who were you talking to and why did you lie to me?”
He grunted and looked slightly annoyed. “This isn’t really the kind of question I had in mind…”
“It’s your question. Answer it. What were you doing Zac?”
He sighed and tried to run a finger down my bare chest (I had lost my shirt as well). He was probably trying to distract me from the question at hand, but I wasn’t going to let him. I wanted an answer.
“Zachary, I’m serious. What were you doing? And every other time you disappear into the bathroom for fifteen minutes when you say it’s just going to be a few.”
Zac looked down at the comforter and shrugged. “You know…” he shrugged. “Stuff.”
Apparently the alcohol wasn’t making him as honest as I thought it might.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Stuff stuff… just… well you can imagine. Los Angeles stuff. Stuff you wouldn’t understand or like.”
I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean? You can tell me who you’re calling from Los Angeles and I’m not going to be mad. I only get mad when you have to be all suspicious and secretive about it.”
Zac nodded. “Anyway, my turn?”
“So that’s the answer? You’re making phone calls to friends… ex’s? ”
He bit his lip and studied me. “All of the above.”
“Is that the truth?”
Zac nodded solemnly.
“Why are you calling them in private? Why can’t I be around? Do they know we’re together?” I was going to take full advantage of the opportunity to get an honest answer out of him.
He slid closer to me and wrapped an arm around waist, leaning over and placing a kiss on my shoulder. “Of course they know about you, but they’re my friends. We talk about what normal friends talk about. The only reason I disappear is because I feel like you’ll be annoyed if I call them.”
“Well… don’t,” I told him, leaning towards him and pressing my lips lightly to his. Hell yeah for rum. “I won’t be.”
“Okay,” he whispered.
We scooted closer together so we were lying on our sides facing each other with our noses practically touching. At this point I had consumed another three or so shots of rum after returning back to the room and I was feel pretty good. Really good in fact. Zac was still clearly more gone than me, but that was a good thing, I suppose. He was good at disguising it. I wasn’t.
“My turn…” Zachary smiled. He laughed loudly and then said, still beaming, “Alright then. Jordan Taylor Hanson, through all your experience in your life- does anyone have a cock nicer than mine?”
I shook my head is disbelief. THAT was his question? He was ridiculous.
“I’m not even joking,” he clarified.
“I know… that’s the scary part,” I sighed and then couldn’t help but smile a bit. “No, no one’s is nicer than yours,” I said honestly, because I had never seen anyone’s but his.
He proudly grunted. “How many are you comparing it to?”
“A few,” I shrugged casually. Lie number two.
“Enough that I should feel proud?”
“Yes.” Number three.
“Sweet…” he said and then closed his eyes. Eventually a smile came back to his face and he squinted his eyes open and looked at me. “Well, it’s even bigger than it used to be.”
Oh god. Awkward.
I’m sorry, maybe it was easy for Zachary to sit there and talk about his dick with me. But for me it was just uncomfortable. Of course, since it was his dick it was easier… if we were talking about mine, well, that would have been another story.
He glanced down at the rock in my pants that had been growing throughout the conversation due to the fact that he was not only stripping down, but that he kept reaching over and touching me in between questions.
“Looks like you might be bigger too…” he giggled.
Spoke too soon.
“Yeah, well,” I shifted. “Anyway…”
He laughed loudly at this.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he smiled. “Nothing. You’re cute.”
He wrapped one arm around me and then leaned in towards me so his lips were just barely touching mine- teasing me.
“Kiss me,” I finally whispered. He did just that. He took my lips in his again, kissing me gently at first like he had earlier and then with renewed vigor after a moment. It wasn’t long before his fingers were in my hair and his knee had worked itself in between my legs. His thigh rubbed against my dick as we kissed in a completely arousing way, and for a moment I actually asked myself if it was on accident or on purpose. This was Zachary. Of course it was on purpose.
After a few minutes he pushed me back against the bed so I was flat on my back. Zac crawled on top of me, hardly breaking the kiss, and put his knees on either side of my waist so he was just lightly rubbing against me as we kissed- just so much that it was almost painful.
It’s amazing how kissing works like that. I hadn’t kissed anyone like that in years, and yet I was figuring it out. Somehow I knew just how to breathe when we kissed and just how to use my tongue, even though when I tried to think about it when sober details like that seemed completely mind-boggling.
When Zachary had taught me to kiss, four years earlier, I remember he had said, “Don’t over think, Tay. It’s just kissing.”
I hadn’t believed him at the time until we were actually kissing, and once again his words seemed so true all over again. Kissing is something you never forget.
Zac pressed down against me and ground his hips into mine so I could feel his equally stiff erection rubbing against my own. One of us let out a soft moan but the hazy, alcohol-inflicted memory of the moment doesn’t tell me if it was me or him.
It sounds stupid, but it doesn’t really matter who touched what or who kissed where or who made what sounds. It sounds cheesy, but when I kiss Zachary, I feel like “one” with him. I’m so completely immersed in my comfort zone that I don’t even acknowledge that we’re two separate beings. As nervous and intimidated I feel about him sometimes, HE is my comfort zone.
Zachary removed his lips from mine as if it was almost painful to do so. At first, I was disappointed but then he began to trail his soft hot lips down my neck, across my shoulders, down my chest to my nipples. It surprised me when he brought his lips over to one of my nipples and let his tongue swirl against it as it hardened. He had never done that before.
He lowered his lips so he was planting wet kisses down my stomach and then leaned back on his legs so his mouth was level with my waist. He paused to look my body up and down and suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. I couldn’t look sexy to him, could I?
“Can we turn the lights off…?”
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Date: 2012-12-05 12:20 am (UTC)I think the media accused the wrong brother for being a child molester but I'm also glad to see Tay tries to loosen up a little. His train of thoughts is really interesting.
I don't wanna keep you in suspense too long because I know how it sucks to wait
that's why I just updated the next chapter! :)
Have fun and be prepared! ;)