And with each mile
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teamzaylorChapter 42: Change - Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
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.
Notes: Hello guys, we know it's almost a year ago since we updated "And with each Mile." We hope you haven't forgotten this story by now, we've finally written another Chapter which is from Zac's POV. We've put this story on ice temporarily because of our new project The Bodyguard. However, we promise not to forget to finish "And with each Mile". :)
'And with each Mile' Chapter Overview 1 - 41: CLICK HERE
Hope you enjoy the last Chapter of this story for now! Here's Chapter 42 Change - part 2!
Zac:
I didn't sleep much that night at the beach. The only sleep I found temporarily was caused by some dizzyness of alcohol. Taylor was exhausted fallen asleep in my arms after we had sex and slept deeply. I hadn't made a final decision about a break up of our relationship yet, there was one part of me that didn't want to make a mess of my brother's life and the other part was that egoistical bastard in me that loved him so much and wanted to keep him more than anything.
Would a break up be the right thing for our future lifes? I felt responsible for Taylor and loved him so much that it internally teared me apart to lose him. And I knew that he needed me too. I just couldn't leave him at this time.
No... not yet.
The only thing I was sure about at this point was that I would never allow that anyone would use Taylor just for a short time pleasure. No matter if Taylor and me would stay together or not.
Because of the things Taylor told me I was unable to find any peace of mind. It made me fucking mad and crazy when I thought about that Scott tried to kiss Taylor. Only I was allowed to kiss him! The feeling of jealousy in me became almost unbearable. I lay there with sweaty hands in the darkness and tried my best to control my anger.
If it wasn't late night, I wouldn't waste any time to go back, give Scott a proper talking and kick his fucking homo ass like he deserved it!
But I knew that it probably wouldn't make sense to leave Taylor now and go back to the party. Meanwhile, Scott was surely completely sloshed and hopefully lying in a ditch somewhere. I had to wait for a better opportunity.
For sure to confront him when he was sober again was cleverer.
Furthermore, I couldn't let Taylor lying alone here at night. I knew he would be scared if he'd wake up alone at the beach in the darkness. I sighed, he was such a Milquetoast sometimes.
But it wouldn't be fair to leave him alone, especially not after the sex we had. After I had already messed up royally with my whole family I didn't want to load up even more guilt on my shoulders if I mess up my relationship with him again. Wasn't that exactly everyone was waiting for? That we would break up again and everyone can tell us, I told you so, but you didn't listen...!
It was new to me to overtake responsibility for a person in my life but Taylor has always been worth it. He was the only consistent and ever trusty person in my life. Even if the world would break, there was still one person worth to be loved and to taken care of.
Sure I had told him that Scott wasn't a sound egg, even though I knew he wasn't. I didn't want to worry Taylor unnecessarily. The truth is that
I've been in a relationship with Scott before. And of course we had sex. Taylor didn't know about it and I considered it as better not to tell him about it to not hurt him. I just didn't want to make Taylor feeling uncomfortable all the more and nervously than he already was when we flew to L.A. Even Mike didn't get it.
But the boyfriends I had over the last two years in which Taylor and I wasn't in a relationship were just a pastime. A waste of time actually. Even though Taylor and I had a long break from each other, it was like I cheated on him with my body, but never with my mind. If that made any sense. Maybe, if we wouldn't get caught back then, we would have never had a break. I didn't know where we would be today in that case. On the other hand, I was glad that the secretiveness finally had an end. And Taylor was happy about it too.
I somehow began to regret all those One-Night-Stands and unserious relationships I had, which have been such a waste of time compared to what Taylor and I and what we were for each other. Taylor was always the reason for me why no other relationship did last long. I already knew that I could never love anyone else so much like I loved him.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one in Love with Taylor though. There was a time in which Scott has been jealous of my and Tays relationship. I didn't blame him because I was in Love with Taylor too. We broke up after a while, but stayed friends. I didn't expect that he would still be interested in Taylor more than in me. He hadn't even met him before. But he still was, I sensed it since Taylor and I entered his house yesterday afternoon.
Apparently, Taylor didn't notice it, he was too kindhearted to allege someone things which might not be true. But I had a sharp instinct when it came to such things and I could see it in the way Scott was watching Taylor. He was totally jealous of us. I couldn't even say which fact pissed me off the most, that Scott tried to kiss Taylor or my own stupidity to believe that nothing would happen during a two days visit in Scott's house.
I should have known before that Scott couldn't resist Taylor and that he would try to flirt with him once he'd met him. I just hadn't expected that he would dare to go too far. This wasn't a bit of a stretch, this went way overboard!
I should have fucking known that no one could resist Taylor...
Now, it even made sense why Scott didn't show his face at the party...
I gritted my teeth about the upcoming feeling of fury in my chest. It took everything in me to stay calm.
Caressingly, I stroked a light blond strand of hair out of Taylor's face. He looked like an innocent angel and so peaceful in the way he was sleeping. I had never seen a more beautiful person than my brother, especially when he slept.
Sure Taylor had his moods too, but contrary to me he had himself always under control. I adored him for that.
l just couldn't leave him alone right now. I had to stay and protect my brother.
I sighed again and tried to distract myself somehow...
As I heard Taylor whimpering in his soft sleep I carefully wrapped my arms around him. Enjoying the sweet scent of my pretty angel I lay there and held him tight. He was absolutely perfect and gorgeous. He was mine.
Those were the things which were running through my restless mind when I lay there and watched my beautiful brother sleeping, as I controlled my anger and impatience until he finally awoke in the early morning hours.
When my beautiful angel finally opened his eyes, he turned around, looked up to me for a moment, then he closed them again as he was blinded by the sun. He cuddled closer to me and his lips twitched into a smile.
"Good Morning Zac did you sleep well?"
If I had sleep well? Whatta stupid question. Of course I didn't. I stayed awake and planned a horrible revenge!
"I sure did." I didn't want to panic him directly in the morning. He would only begin to sermonize me and being mad with me that I didn't want to go with him to Dad's funeral. I had some important things to do.
No one would try to kiss my brother without receiving a lesson for that!
I didn't know if Taylor had a premonition of what was to come, but he took my hand, pulled it above his chest and layed our hands above his heart.
Fuck, I couldn't leave him! How could he be so cute and innocent at the same time? How was it possible to love someone that much that it almost hurt just to look at him? It was as if he instinctively knew how to curb my anger with his beauty and his tenderness.
I had no idea if Taylor would ever fall in Love with someone else, someone with whom he wouldn't need to deal with those incestuous prejudices with which we would always have to deal with, but one thing was for sure; I would never allow that anyone would play with his feelings and hurt him! Whether we were in a relationship or not.
Tenderly I bent over him and kissed his cheek softly which made him smile. He turned his head to me and opened his lips slowly. I leaned in for a pash, his lips and his mouth tasted so good. It was always such an undescribable and irresistible feeling to kiss my brother, no matter how many times we did it before.
I always could hardly stop myself in a sensual frenzy and it didn't take long until my errection was grinding against his butt as if it had a mind of it's own, so it took everything in me to stop the kiss.
If the things which kept me awake last night wouldn't nagging on me so bad, I wouldn't waste time to fuck him again one more time...
As he sat up, his face became a painful expression.
"Ow! I can't sit anymore because of you," he complained in a whiny tone and gave me a look of reproach.
I pretended a guilty look but apparently I wasn't very successful.
"Stop grinning Zac! I know you liked it."
"Of course I did. Don't talk to me as if I've raped you." I pouted offended.
"I don't. I didn't mean... No... you don't do that!"
"What?" I pretended to be surprised and played unaware.
"As if you want to make me feel guilty."
I grinned at him again. Meanwhile, he knew me fucking well.
"My ass still hurts." He complained unsatisfied.
I pulled the towel a bit down with which he had covered our lower bodies, bent over and placed a soft on his butt.
"How does that feel? Better?"
"Quite frankly I could get used to you kissing my butt."
He teased with a smile, but I wasn't in the mood to object to him, so I let it slide. This one time. Hey, I can be romantic if I want to! More or less...
Last night we had the most intense sex in our relationship and I would gladly give my baby everything that would make him lucky.
If I'd only knew if I really was the right boyfriend for him...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thanks for reading 'And with each Mile' even though it's unfinished! ♡ We'll not forget to finish this story at some point. Please feel free to share your thoughts about this story, we appreciate everyone's feedback.
Here's a little Slideshow inspiration video for this story. ♡
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
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.
Notes: Hello guys, we know it's almost a year ago since we updated "And with each Mile." We hope you haven't forgotten this story by now, we've finally written another Chapter which is from Zac's POV. We've put this story on ice temporarily because of our new project The Bodyguard. However, we promise not to forget to finish "And with each Mile". :)
'And with each Mile' Chapter Overview 1 - 41: CLICK HERE
Hope you enjoy the last Chapter of this story for now! Here's Chapter 42 Change - part 2!
Zac:
I didn't sleep much that night at the beach. The only sleep I found temporarily was caused by some dizzyness of alcohol. Taylor was exhausted fallen asleep in my arms after we had sex and slept deeply. I hadn't made a final decision about a break up of our relationship yet, there was one part of me that didn't want to make a mess of my brother's life and the other part was that egoistical bastard in me that loved him so much and wanted to keep him more than anything.
Would a break up be the right thing for our future lifes? I felt responsible for Taylor and loved him so much that it internally teared me apart to lose him. And I knew that he needed me too. I just couldn't leave him at this time.
No... not yet.
The only thing I was sure about at this point was that I would never allow that anyone would use Taylor just for a short time pleasure. No matter if Taylor and me would stay together or not.
Because of the things Taylor told me I was unable to find any peace of mind. It made me fucking mad and crazy when I thought about that Scott tried to kiss Taylor. Only I was allowed to kiss him! The feeling of jealousy in me became almost unbearable. I lay there with sweaty hands in the darkness and tried my best to control my anger.
If it wasn't late night, I wouldn't waste any time to go back, give Scott a proper talking and kick his fucking homo ass like he deserved it!
But I knew that it probably wouldn't make sense to leave Taylor now and go back to the party. Meanwhile, Scott was surely completely sloshed and hopefully lying in a ditch somewhere. I had to wait for a better opportunity.
For sure to confront him when he was sober again was cleverer.
Furthermore, I couldn't let Taylor lying alone here at night. I knew he would be scared if he'd wake up alone at the beach in the darkness. I sighed, he was such a Milquetoast sometimes.
But it wouldn't be fair to leave him alone, especially not after the sex we had. After I had already messed up royally with my whole family I didn't want to load up even more guilt on my shoulders if I mess up my relationship with him again. Wasn't that exactly everyone was waiting for? That we would break up again and everyone can tell us, I told you so, but you didn't listen...!
It was new to me to overtake responsibility for a person in my life but Taylor has always been worth it. He was the only consistent and ever trusty person in my life. Even if the world would break, there was still one person worth to be loved and to taken care of.
Sure I had told him that Scott wasn't a sound egg, even though I knew he wasn't. I didn't want to worry Taylor unnecessarily. The truth is that
I've been in a relationship with Scott before. And of course we had sex. Taylor didn't know about it and I considered it as better not to tell him about it to not hurt him. I just didn't want to make Taylor feeling uncomfortable all the more and nervously than he already was when we flew to L.A. Even Mike didn't get it.
But the boyfriends I had over the last two years in which Taylor and I wasn't in a relationship were just a pastime. A waste of time actually. Even though Taylor and I had a long break from each other, it was like I cheated on him with my body, but never with my mind. If that made any sense. Maybe, if we wouldn't get caught back then, we would have never had a break. I didn't know where we would be today in that case. On the other hand, I was glad that the secretiveness finally had an end. And Taylor was happy about it too.
I somehow began to regret all those One-Night-Stands and unserious relationships I had, which have been such a waste of time compared to what Taylor and I and what we were for each other. Taylor was always the reason for me why no other relationship did last long. I already knew that I could never love anyone else so much like I loved him.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one in Love with Taylor though. There was a time in which Scott has been jealous of my and Tays relationship. I didn't blame him because I was in Love with Taylor too. We broke up after a while, but stayed friends. I didn't expect that he would still be interested in Taylor more than in me. He hadn't even met him before. But he still was, I sensed it since Taylor and I entered his house yesterday afternoon.
Apparently, Taylor didn't notice it, he was too kindhearted to allege someone things which might not be true. But I had a sharp instinct when it came to such things and I could see it in the way Scott was watching Taylor. He was totally jealous of us. I couldn't even say which fact pissed me off the most, that Scott tried to kiss Taylor or my own stupidity to believe that nothing would happen during a two days visit in Scott's house.
I should have known before that Scott couldn't resist Taylor and that he would try to flirt with him once he'd met him. I just hadn't expected that he would dare to go too far. This wasn't a bit of a stretch, this went way overboard!
I should have fucking known that no one could resist Taylor...
Now, it even made sense why Scott didn't show his face at the party...
I gritted my teeth about the upcoming feeling of fury in my chest. It took everything in me to stay calm.
Caressingly, I stroked a light blond strand of hair out of Taylor's face. He looked like an innocent angel and so peaceful in the way he was sleeping. I had never seen a more beautiful person than my brother, especially when he slept.
Sure Taylor had his moods too, but contrary to me he had himself always under control. I adored him for that.
l just couldn't leave him alone right now. I had to stay and protect my brother.
I sighed again and tried to distract myself somehow...
As I heard Taylor whimpering in his soft sleep I carefully wrapped my arms around him. Enjoying the sweet scent of my pretty angel I lay there and held him tight. He was absolutely perfect and gorgeous. He was mine.
Those were the things which were running through my restless mind when I lay there and watched my beautiful brother sleeping, as I controlled my anger and impatience until he finally awoke in the early morning hours.
When my beautiful angel finally opened his eyes, he turned around, looked up to me for a moment, then he closed them again as he was blinded by the sun. He cuddled closer to me and his lips twitched into a smile.
"Good Morning Zac did you sleep well?"
If I had sleep well? Whatta stupid question. Of course I didn't. I stayed awake and planned a horrible revenge!
"I sure did." I didn't want to panic him directly in the morning. He would only begin to sermonize me and being mad with me that I didn't want to go with him to Dad's funeral. I had some important things to do.
No one would try to kiss my brother without receiving a lesson for that!
I didn't know if Taylor had a premonition of what was to come, but he took my hand, pulled it above his chest and layed our hands above his heart.
Fuck, I couldn't leave him! How could he be so cute and innocent at the same time? How was it possible to love someone that much that it almost hurt just to look at him? It was as if he instinctively knew how to curb my anger with his beauty and his tenderness.
I had no idea if Taylor would ever fall in Love with someone else, someone with whom he wouldn't need to deal with those incestuous prejudices with which we would always have to deal with, but one thing was for sure; I would never allow that anyone would play with his feelings and hurt him! Whether we were in a relationship or not.
Tenderly I bent over him and kissed his cheek softly which made him smile. He turned his head to me and opened his lips slowly. I leaned in for a pash, his lips and his mouth tasted so good. It was always such an undescribable and irresistible feeling to kiss my brother, no matter how many times we did it before.
I always could hardly stop myself in a sensual frenzy and it didn't take long until my errection was grinding against his butt as if it had a mind of it's own, so it took everything in me to stop the kiss.
If the things which kept me awake last night wouldn't nagging on me so bad, I wouldn't waste time to fuck him again one more time...
As he sat up, his face became a painful expression.
"Ow! I can't sit anymore because of you," he complained in a whiny tone and gave me a look of reproach.
I pretended a guilty look but apparently I wasn't very successful.
"Stop grinning Zac! I know you liked it."
"Of course I did. Don't talk to me as if I've raped you." I pouted offended.
"I don't. I didn't mean... No... you don't do that!"
"What?" I pretended to be surprised and played unaware.
"As if you want to make me feel guilty."
I grinned at him again. Meanwhile, he knew me fucking well.
"My ass still hurts." He complained unsatisfied.
I pulled the towel a bit down with which he had covered our lower bodies, bent over and placed a soft on his butt.
"How does that feel? Better?"
"Quite frankly I could get used to you kissing my butt."
He teased with a smile, but I wasn't in the mood to object to him, so I let it slide. This one time. Hey, I can be romantic if I want to! More or less...
Last night we had the most intense sex in our relationship and I would gladly give my baby everything that would make him lucky.
If I'd only knew if I really was the right boyfriend for him...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thanks for reading 'And with each Mile' even though it's unfinished! ♡ We'll not forget to finish this story at some point. Please feel free to share your thoughts about this story, we appreciate everyone's feedback.
Here's a little Slideshow inspiration video for this story. ♡
