Title: INK

CHAPTER 10: TATTOOS?

Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash / Hanson / Hancest / Zaylor / Drama
Warnings: Language, Drug use, Slash, Sex
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks: to heart_iswild
http://heart-iswild.livejournal.com
Notes: Hanson ain't famous in this Story, but Taylor is in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)



Taylor was still extremely drunk by the time we got home. I helped him out of the car and led him upstairs quietly through the sleeping house. He was still crying a little and resisted getting undressed before bed, so I eased him out of his clothes and got out a fresh pair of pajama pants to put on him.
“Zac,” he whimpered softly, holding my shoulders to steady himself while I slipped on his PJs, “do you think he’s dead? Did we kill him?”
I slid the pants up to his hips and stood up, resting my hands on the indents of his waist and scanning his face in the dim light. His eyes were frightened and he was pretty clearly shaken by the night’s events, and I…well…I just felt really bad that his first (and possibly last) party had to be like that. I wanted to take him out and have a good time- not traumatize him.
“Baby,” I whispered, keeping my eyes level with his, “he’ll be fine I’m sure. You didn’t do anything wrong, he was just an asshole.” He sniffed and rubbed his eyes, and I sat him down on his bed and kneeled in front of him. “If you need anything tonight, come get me, okay? I love you.” The bed squeaked as I lay him down and tucked the covers in around him, placing small kisses on his soft pink day-lily lips and apple cheeks.
--------------------------------
About an hour or so after I’d fallen asleep, I felt the side of my mattress sink in. My eyes were stubborn and refusing to open, but I obviously knew it was Taylor, so I lifted up the blanket for him to crawl in.
His warm chest mashed itself against mine. I pried open my eyes to find Taylor’s face level with my own, his breath escaping in hot spurts against my skin.
“I can’t sleep,” he murmured, pressing his face into the sleep-sweaty curve of my neck. I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, sliding the palm of my hand up and down his spine to comfort him. The small of his back was moist, as was his stomach, chest, and face.
“Shh…” I cooed, pressing my lips against his fluffy hair. “Just relax, Baby, I’m here.” Carefully, I rolled us over so that Taylor was on his back and I was on my side. I propped myself up on my elbow, looking down at his thin body. His small, pink nipples were hard and a little puddle of sweat had formed between his collarbones.
“I don’t feel good,” he whispered, his big blue eyes like orbs in the moon’s light. I nodded my head and ran my free hand up and down his torso, leaning my face down to kiss his forehead.
“You’ve had a rough night, you’ll feel okay in the morning.” He nodded his blonde head and curved his lips into a pout. “Do you feel like you’re gonna puke?” I asked, tracing my index finger down the smooth slope of his nose. He shook his head and let the pout remain on his face. Fuck he was gorgeous. Bending my neck awkwardly, I landed a soft kiss on his lips. He didn’t return it really, but instead turned his head away. “Taylor, take it easy. You’re okay.” I ran my hand up and down his chest and stomach, trying to soothe him in his agitated state, but he just squirmed beneath my touch like a fussy baby. “Shhh,” I cooed again, and I moved so that I could place little kisses on his chest and down his body. He whimpered restlessly and I felt all the blood rush to my groin.
“No,” he whined, pushing on my shoulders so I’d stop kissing him. It was then that I realized how much alcohol was in his veins, how aroused I was becoming at his pussiness and helplessness, and how easy it would be to take advantage of him. I mean seriously, he probably wouldn’t even remember it in the morning.
“Taylor, relax, please…” I said softly, the bulge in my boxers aching with need. He whined again and moved his leg, accidentally brushing it against my erection. I shivered at the touch, taking his hand and placing it over my hard dick. My heart was beating fast as I held his hand there; I didn’t know why, but I was so fucking turned on by his vulnerability, the fact that he was just so…helpless. Taylor whimpered and tried to pull his hand away from my crotch, but he was still really drunk and I was stronger than him anyway. “Please baby,” I breathed, pressing my dick into our hands. And before anything could even happen he yanked his hand out of mine with more force and started sobbing. My blood was racing, and I was so horny and I wanted him to touch me so badly…but as I looked down at his face, it all sort of faded away. His eyebrows were knit together and his bottom lip stuck out. He looked like an innocent little kid who’d been betrayed by his mommy or daddy or someone he had faith in. His chest moved up and down quickly and as I thought of what I almost did, I wanted to puke. Was I seriously just about to take advantage of this person? Wasn’t he supposed to be someone I loved? Someone I should take care of? Some who trusted me? So what if he wouldn’t remember in the morning, wasn’t I the person who was responsible to protect him from scumbags who wanted to hurt him? And now I was about to hurt him, have sex with him when he was drunk and defenseless…was I the scumbag?
I rolled over onto my side and faced the wall. My insides bubbled like molten lava with the perverse thoughts I’d had.
How could I have almost taken advantage of Taylor? And if he hadn’t stopped me, would I have kept going?
--------------------------------------------------------
Soft lips were what woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly as Taylor held my hair away from my neck and kissed it gently. Clock check: 5 A.M. I’d only been sleeping for 4 hours.
I turned onto my other side and smiled sleepily at my brother. “How are you feeling?” I asked, yawning tiredly. He shrugged.
“Not too bad, considering how drunk I was.”
“You didn’t drink that much.”
“You know, I don't have a high tolerance for alcohol. I don’t remember anything really about last night. Did I enjoy the party?”
Uh oh. I didn’t know whether to lie to him and just tell him he enjoyed it, or upset him by explaining the night’s events. In truth, I was pretty damn happy that he didn’t remember last night, not really so much because of the party…but because of what I’d initiated in bed. And if I started to explain what had happened, would that trigger some deep-seeded memory about what I’d done and cause him to be angry and distrusting with me? I was still fighting myself about it, I didn’t need him to be mad at me too.
“Yeah, you had fun.”
He smiled a little and cuddled into my side. “Oh. Well that’s good.”
“Yeah,” I replied, voice cracking a little.  My morning erection was bothering me, and Taylor’s presence wasn’t exactly helping it go away. At the moment I could hardly even think about asking him to touch it…I was too fuckin’ guilty. I mean, what was I capable of if I had almost…raped him? He didn’t deserve to be hurt by anyone, especially me. I mean sure, I stopped myself, but I thought about it and almost acted on it. Was I a terrible person?
Before I could continue contemplating the hypothetical situations I could fuck up, the door slammed open and two little children came running in, screaming. Meh.
“TAYLOR TAYLOR ZAC ZAC!” screamed Avery and Mackenzie. Immediately, I released Taylor from my arms and Mackenzie jumped full-force on him. Avery was still in the doorway though.
“Avie, come inside and shut the door,” I told her, sitting up. Her eyes were narrowed at me and it was freaking me out, but she listened and walked towards us.
“Why are you and Tay in bed together?” She asked, her hands on her hips. It was odd, because even though her question was probably innocent, her body language and tone of voice were pretty condemning.
“Tay got scared in the night,” I smiled, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. “He came to sleep here.”
Avery just shrugged her shoulders, screamed Mackenzie’s name, and both of them left, closing the door on the way out.
“What was that about?” I turned to Taylor. He shrugged.
“I dunno, she seemed suspicious though. She couldn’t possibly know anything…and even if she did, she wouldn’t understand it. Right?” Pft, how the fuck was I supposed to know? For all we knew, she could be a little reincarnated Jesus who, under God’s orders, was spying on us and delivering to him a census of our sins. Was it probable? Not really, but nothin’s impossible, neither.
Instead of waiting for my answer, Taylor decided to change the subject completely. He turned to me and sat Indian Style, his big eyes bright. “Hey, I wanted to get another tattoo today…would you want to get one too?” I raised an eyebrow and scratched my head. A tattoo? But didn’t those…like…hurt?
“Uh, I don’t know Tay, I’m not so good with needles…”
“It’s not bad, I swear.”
“But didn’t you just get one a couple days ago?” I pointed to his thigh.
“Yeah, but it’s healed and I want another one.”
“Well, I’ll come with you. How about that?”
“Okay, but some day, you’ll get one too.”
“Okay Tay Baby.” I picked up his hand to kiss his palm and he blushed a little what made me smile.
“I love you.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“Sometimes.” I smirked and he pouted.
“Eff you,” he shot in a mock-angry tone, getting out of my bed and heading to his room. “I wanna head out in a little bit, so shower your smelly ass and get ready.” I watched his bubble-butt sway from side to side as he walked and I smiled to myself. Hated to see him leave, but I loved to watch him go.