Title: INK

CHAPTER 16: NEW LEAF

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 ;-)



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Taylor and I didn’t speak for one month.  I never called him, he never called me, and he never came to pick up his shit from the house. It was awful, and I missed him so much…but I couldn’t call him. I wouldn’t. He had left me, and while I hadn’t truly given him a chance to tell me his entire plan or explain his motives for moving out, I didn’t think it mattered much. What mattered was that he had abandoned me and that hurt worse than anything. After everything I’d done for him? Practically ruined my relationships with Ike and my dad so that I could be with Taylor? It was just…completely fucking stupid and ridiculous.
But by the end of four very long weeks, I caved.
“Tay?” I asked nervously, twirling the phone chord in my fingers.
“Zac.” He sounded relieved, which was a bit strange. Before I had the chance to say anything, he jumped in again. “I miss you.”
“Well. Well.” If I only had it in me to not be such a dick. “Good.” I heard him sigh on the other end.
“You never gave me a chance to explain,” he told me resignedly.
“What’s there to explain? You obviously don’t love me.” Of course he loved me.
“Of course I love you.” What’d I tell you? “I…I couldn’t stay there anymore, Zac. They hate me. I mean, has anyone even noticed I left?”
“Everyone noticed.” Even though nobody cared…
“Have you spoken to dad about what happened?”
“No. I don’t think he wants to talk about it. It seems more like he’s pretending it didn’t happen.” He sighed again.
“And Ike still hates you?”
“We aren’t talking.” I shook my head. “Cut the bullshit, Tay. What’s gonna happen with us now?” He paused for a minute, and my heart started racing.
“I’d like it if you come to visit me…” he said quietly, “if you’re not too mad.”
“I am fucking mad.”
His voice audibly weakened. “Okay,” he almost whimpered.
“But I love you more than anything and I’ll come and visit you.” My lips twitched into a smile when I heard him sigh in relief.
“Can you bring my clothes?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, the place is on North Front Street. I’ll be waiting outside.”
“Okay.”
“Zac?”
“Hm?”
“I love you.” I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. I didn’t deserve him.
“I love you too, baby.”
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The ride downtown was actually relaxing. I’d packed Taylor’s stuff in a big garbage bag and taken a taxi into town. The sunset through the back window of the cab was a blinding, but it made me think of him and about the first time we kissed in dad’s broken-down car. I’d never been much of a romantic, but I decided, looking at that pomegranate sky, that I was going to try to turn over a new leaf. Taylor was obviously worth cherishing. He was absolutely beautiful and I’d mostly gotten over the embarrassment of being scorned by society. Of course it was going to suck forever, but Taylor was the reward.
I missed Isaac, though. I missed being an integral part of my family. I thought about what I’d said the month before…was Taylor really worth giving all of that up? Isaac was more than just a crusty cumwad- he was my brother, and always a great one to me. We grew up tight-knit and shared everything. He was the one who got me on the Basketball team back before he’d quit school. It was just…it was really hard to think that we’d never be friends again. We weren’t uncivil now, but to me, civility wasn’t the aim. I wanted to have him as my best friend and Taylor as my boyfriend. Not to mention it was difficult living in my house with Taylor’s empty room attached to mine on one side and Isaac’s on the other. It was awkward to see him in passing and at meals, and we both sort of passed each other with our heads down every chance we got. But I wasn’t sure what to say to make it better. I hadn’t tried talking to him about it, even though I could tell that this whole thing had obviously hurt him.
And I felt different, too. I’d quit the Basetball team because I didn’t feel the drive anymore. There was no motivation to do anything except be with Taylor. He was changing me more than I had ever liked to admit, even when I wasn’t with him, and the changes were good and bad. But whatever they were, I’d take them if it meant getting to keep him.
I snapped out of it when the taxi stopped in front of my blonde beauty.


He was smiling big, and when I say that his face could hardly contain his excitement, it was no lie. His teeth looked about ready to pop out of that pretty mouth and he was bouncing slightly on his feet.

I threw thirty bucks at the driver, grabbed the garbage bag, and let myself out of the car.
“Hey,” I said, smiling gently as I stood face-to-face with him for the first time in what felt like forever. He didn’t answer me verbally as the cab drove off. Instead, he grabbed my face in his cold fingers and pressed our lips together with fiery vigor.
Fuck. I’d missed that mouth. It made me just want to…
But then I remembered: New leaf, Zachary. Cool it. Focus on other things…
I broke up lips apart, though begrudgingly, and touched his pink cheek. “I have your clothes,” I told him, lifting the bag for emphasis.
“Thanks,” he said, pecking my lips one more time before taking my free hand. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Take me upstairs.”
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The building was dirty and disgusting. I couldn’t quite see how living in this shit hole was more appealing to Taylor than being in a comfortable house, but I supposed I’d find out during this visit. He undid the padlock with his key and let me into the apartment he shared with the other dudes in his band. It looked like hippies had lived there in the 1970’s and their original shit was still what these people were using for furniture.  The air was dry and hot, even though it was only March, and it was dark and dusty and-
“-I’ve got my own room,” he said excitedly, like he hadn’t always had his own room. He dragged me through the kitchen and I visibly cringed at the breathing refrigerator and puke-green microwave. Definitely from the 70’s.
“Tay, this place is a mess.”
“It’s not that bad. It’s just…you know, we haven’t got much money right now and the guys aren’t home that much. Most’ve ‘em are at their girlfriends’ places a lot because this isn’t exactly five-star living…” His pretty voice trailed off as he led me into his room. There was a futon on the floor that was big enough for two people, and it was covered in a white sheet and his white blanket, and had white pillows. His brick walls were painted white and his little lamp-shade was white, and his dressers were white, though the paint was chipping off the wood. I was pretty sure it could’ve been God’s room, if floors and walls hadn’t been in shabby condition.
I set his clothes down on the floor and took his face in my hands, pecking his mouth.
“Your room is nice.”
“Thanks,” he said, grinning widely. “I guess we should talk, huh.”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
We both plopped our asses down on his bed and his knees fell to the side, his focus going to the floor between them. I didn’t want to come off as angry or intimidating, ‘cause of this new leaf thing, so I traced my fingers up and down his patterned arm.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked, gently as I could.
“Nothin’, just how much I missed you.” I smiled and kissed his shoulder.
“I missed you, too, even though I said those shitty things.”
“I know you didn’t mean them,” he told me. He didn’t look so sure of that though- his eyes were still on the floor and he didn’t look happy.
“Doesn’t excuse it. I never should’ve said that stuff, and I want you to know, for real, that I’m going to try and treat you better.” His face lit up a little at that. “And you know. You mean everything to me, Tay. I was freaked out when you said you were going to leave, but I’ve thought about it a lot and I understand why you did.”
“Thank you,” he said sincerely, lifting those beautiful blue eyes to mine. “You mean the world to me, too.”
“I know.” I pinched his cheek playfully and he scrunched up his nose before laying back on the futon. “I quit the Basketball team,” I told him absent-mindedly.
“What? Why?” He was concerned.
“Whatever, I just didn’t want to do it anymore. It’s not important anymore. Just you are.” Taylor sighed, lacing our fingers together.
“I love you a lot, Zac. But I don’t want you to quit your life over me.”
“I’ve already quit a lot of it,” I admitted.
“Well stop it. Don’t be dumb- I’ll still love you if you play Basketball.” He smiled a little, jokingly. “How has school been?”
“Same old.”
“And Layla? Are you still walking her home on Fridays?” I nodded. “Your other friends? How are they?” I shrugged.
“Good, I haven’t been hanging out with them outside of school.”
“Zac,” Taylor scolded, “you need to still do what makes you happy. It isn’t healthy for you to just stop everything because of me.”
I didn’t want to argue about this now. “How’ve you been?” I asked, blatantly changing the subject. He sighed, but didn’t push it, which I appreciated.
“Good,” he answered. “A couple of the guys agreed to support me for a little ‘till I start working at the grocery market next month. We’ve been playing shows every week at different dives in Tulsa and Texas. It’s been alright.”
I nodded. “That’s good,” I told him, rubbing his chest lightly as I studied his face. His hair had gotten a little longer, and I liked it. “You still like keyboard playing?”
“Of course. And I wish you’d come to fucking see me already.”
“I will, okay? I promise I will. How about whenever your next show is?”
“It’s in two weeks.”
“I’m there.”
“Do you promise?” he asked, sticking out his pinky like the little fag he was. I smiled and took his wrist, kissing his pinky.
“I promise.”
“Seriously, Zac. This is life or death. You better be there.”
“Why’s it life or death?”
“Cause I said.”
“Well, I promise I’ll be there.” He smiled, seeming satisfied as I placed his hand back down over his chest. “Where are your roommates? None of them are home?”
“You’ll meet them tonight,” he told me, playing with my fingers. “They…well; I want to come out to them tonight. They’ll all be home.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Eh, a little bit. But it helps me a lot that you are here now. I hope they’ll accept me. I believe they can already sense it, you know? I’ve never had a girlfriend and they all have, and it’s like, pretty obvious I’d think. It’s just a matter of verbalizing it.”
“I’ll hold your hand,” I promised, squeezing his neat fingers with my own.
“Great,” he said as a smile took over his face, “because I’m telling them about us, too.”

Title: INK

CHAPTER 17: ELI

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 ;-)


Another Ink update. There's a little bit of sex, so if you're reading this at work, make sure there are no prying eyes! ;)

I wasn’t sure how I felt about being involved in the situation just yet. It was one thing to be there for Taylor when he wanted to come out to his band mates, which he was pretty sure they were expecting anyway. It was entirely different for him to “out” me in the very same instance. It’s not as if I was gay, anyhow, and I didn’t want his friends to get the wrong impression.
“Tay, I’d actually prefer it if you wouldn’t say anything to them about me. Not now.” His eyes flitted up to mine again and he stopped playing with my palm.
“Why?”
“Because. I’m not. I just.” I sighed, touching my finger to the cleft in his chin. “One thing at a time, okay? Start with telling them you’re a dick-eater.” With a roll of his eyes, Taylor knocked my hand away from his face and sat up. Ugh. “What now?” I asked, frustrated.
“Nothing.”
“Taylor, stop. What is your problem.”
“You just. You always have to say the stupidest shit about me being gay.” I frowned.
“I love that you’re my little homo,” I assured him, reaching out to touch him again. But he knocked my hand away.
“What happened to all that shit you said five minutes ago about treating me better?”
“I’m not treating you badly!”
“Well, I don’t really think calling me a ‘dick-eater’ is a nice thing to say.”
“Well, sorry then.”
He gave one last sigh and shook his head, but didn’t knock my arms away when I dragged him in for a hug.
“Stop being like this,” I told him.
“Like what?”
“So sensitive.”
“I’m not sensitive. You’re just insensitive.” He wrapped his arms around me lightly and buried his face in my neck. “I still love you, though.”
“Even though I called you out for eating dick?”
“Zac!”
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Taylor showed me around the rest of his “apartment”- who am I kidding; it was a total shithole- until the sun went down. The entire thing was disgusting and outdated and half of the appliances didn’t work and two thirds of the light switches didn’t connect to any lights, but other than that…
“Zac?” Taylor called from the foyer. “Zac, they’re coming up the stairs. Come in here!” Ugh, here we go.
I made my way to the door, and from a distance I could see it open. First, a blonde guy walked in. He was wearing a gay-looking red scarf and shiny black boots, and Taylor gave him a hug after he put down his guitar case.
Next guy had long brown hair tied back into a pony tail and he was carrying a bass guitar on his back. The guy patted Taylor’s cheek like he was a little puppy or something before making his way into the living room after the gay-scarf man.
The last guy wasn’t carrying anything. He was really fucking good looking and it pissed me off a little that Taylor was living with him. His hair was short, shaggy, and dark and he was tall and thin and had a fucking five o’clock shadow. I felt a growl at the back of my throat when the guy wrapped his arm around Taylor’s neck, pulled his body against his own, and whispered something into Taylor’s ear that made him laugh.
That was clearly my cue to walk in there and break up the God damned party.
“Ahem,” I harrumphed loudly as I walked over to the two, crossing my arms over my chest. Taylor jumped back away from the sexy man immediately and his cheeks were flushed pink. Only I was allowed to make his cheeks pink!
Sexy man raised his eyebrows at me and then looked to Taylor, obviously confused as to who I was. I wanted to punch that good looking face until it wasn’t so good looking anymore.
“Oh! Eli- this is Zac, my brother.” Fuck that! Brother? I mean yeah, I told him not to tell them I was his boyfriend, but he could’ve done better than brother! Sexy brother, perhaps? Brother-who-is-mindblowing-in-bed? I was not just his freakin’ brother!
“Nice to meet you,” Eli said, nodding his head once at me. Douche bag didn’t even offer me his hand.
“Yeah, you too.” Taylor could sense that something was off, probably because I was staring up at Eli with dagger-eyes.
“Heyyy…” he interjected, looking back and forth between us uncomfortably, “let’s head into the living room, okay? I wanted to talk to everybody about something, and also introduce Zac to the guys.”
“Fine by me,” Eli said, smirking as Taylor turned around. He placed his hand on the back of Taylor’s neck, something that I would’ve done, and sort of led him to the living room. What the fuck? Were they screwing or something!? No, it couldn’t be. Taylor didn’t have the balls.
Did he?!
Taylor sat down on the couch, and it looked as though Eli was about to sit next to him, but before he could, Taylor grabbed my hand and pulled me down into that place instead. Ha. Zac: 1, Eli: 0. Well, maybe Eli could have 1 because he was sexy.
What the fuck was I calling him sexy for? I WAS NOT GAY.
Taylor squeezed me out of my thoughts with the pressure of his hand on mine. He looked at the scarf guy first, and then to pony boy.
“Liam, Red…this is Zac, my little brother.” Eew. Had to throw the “little” in there. Taylor certainly wasn’t doing a good job of making me want to be nice to him right then. And why the fuck was his name Red?
“Hey,” Red said, nodding in my direction. Eli had taken a seat next to Red, and was staring at me with narrowed eyes. What the fuck…
“Hey,” Liam said, flashing me a gay smile. Oh, he was totally a fag. “Cool to meet you.”
“You too,” I said awkwardly.
“Guys, I have something I wanted to tell you…you’ve probably all figured it out, but I feel like I’m ready to say it aloud.” Taylor cleared his throat and his palm started to sweat against mine. He was nervous.
The three guys looked at him patiently, their faces and bodies still. I liked that they were giving Taylor this kind of respect. He deserved it.
“Um. I’m…” Breathe, Taylor. “I’m…gay.”
Red looked at Liam, and then Liam looked at Taylor, and then Taylor looked at Eli.
“We know, Taylor,” Eli said. “You think we’d love you any less for it?” Taylor shook his head, and when I looked over at him, there were tears streaming down his pretty cheeks. Eli stood up and Taylor let go of my hand, following in suit. I shifted my jaw as Eli pulled Taylor on his lap and put his lips to his ear, whispering something that made Taylor puff out his cheeks and let him smile. I cleared my throat again but this time it went unnoticed, and Taylor pressed his face into Eli’s neck and Eli started rubbing his back and-
“-And Taylor is my boyfriend!” I shouted by accident. Erps.
Eli placed his hands on Taylor’s shoulders and held him back to that he could look at his face.
“You’re dating your…brother?” Taylor’s wet cheeks turned pink again.
“Yeah, that was also on the list of things to tell you…” Red let out a laugh and when I looked over, Liam was smiling. Well, at least they were taking it well.
"You fuck with your brother?" Red asked as if he still couldn't believe it.
Taylor nodded hesistantly.
"I think the question is who fucks whom?" said Liam with a smirk on his face.
Taylor blushed all over and stared down. I couldn't help but grin.
"Alright, I think we already know" Red grinned, everyone snickering about our reaction.
"You let your younger brother fuck you?" Eli turned to my still red-cheeked brother who could only nod.
"Wow, I think I need a drink right now!" He exclaimed and took a long sip from his bottle.
“Are you in love?” Eli asked after a while tucking Taylor’s whitish hair behind his ear. I wanted to go and ring his fucking neck. How could he be so…touchy with Taylor? Especially after I’d just said we were DATING!
“Yes,” Taylor answered. He looked up at Eli like he was some sort of authority figure, and Eli was treating him like he was his child or something. What the hell was going on here?
“Well then, I’m happy for you.” Only he was totally not happy at all. I could see it in his face- he was completely jealous. The smile he offered Taylor was weak, but Taylor didn’t seem to care.
“Thanks for accepting me,” he sniffed quietly, and then turned to the other two boys. “Thanks guys.”
Liam and Red stood up and walked over to Eli and Taylor, and they all did some sort of group hug/team huddle/gay group bonding type thing. I remembered Taylor saying that they all had girlfriends, but they just seemed so utterly fagtastic that it was difficult to imagine.
Whatever, I was over these homos. And that night, I’d fuck Taylor so hard that they’d all know who had him wrapped around their finger. Taylor was MINE.
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“Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, fuck me.” Taylor’s voice was high-pitched and lovely as I rammed my cock into him. His legs were over my shoulders and my hands were on his thighs as I aimed right for his prostate on each thrust. I was getting really fucking good at hitting that spot, and I could tell how much he appreciated it. We both hadn’t had sex in a month, and Taylor sounded even more desperate than I felt for this. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were hot pink and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his icy eyes were bearing into mine with a force that made me shiver inside of him. I knew that he’d never looked more beautiful to me than in that moment.
“Zac,” Taylor moaned, his eyes closing as I hit his prostate again, “Oh, Zac, I love you…” His moaning was so beautiful, innocent and breathtaking.
“I love you too, baby, come for me. Come for me,” I coaxed, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He nodded and began to squeak more desperate I've ever heard him before. "Oh Zac...oooh..."
"You are squeaking like a chick baby" I smiled whispering. He moaned in such a cute voice.
He stopped for a second, his cheeks blushed into a deep red and he breathed "I...I can't help it." He bashfully confessed.
"No worries princess, I love it. Never be ashamed about your feminine side." He blushed even more and bit on his lower lip after I said that. I pecked both of his pink cheeks which made him smile a little. He was too cute.
"You can do what you want with my ass every night Zac..." He confessed shyly.
"That I will." I smirked and trusted harder into him. He definitely didn't need to tell Zac Fucking Hanson twice! I never wanted to neglect fucking his sweet ass anymore. Luckily, that one time - role change crap seemed to be forgotten already.
He whimpered in such a soft, nearly feminine voice and fuck it turned me on so bad. I could tell it awoke the animal inside of me that wanted to fuck the innocence out of him, hard and roughly. I tried to pump him at the same rhythm that I was fucking him with, but I was way too out of breath to keep up that kind of synchronization. He didn’t really seem to give a shit though, and I felt his body tense up and his legs clamp down around me as he started to shoot little sperms onto his stomach. His soft and girly little squeaks and whimpers were what finished me off. I pulled out of him while he was still coming and pumped the head of my dick, shooting onto his stomach along with him. It was fucking hot to watch our come mix into a sperm cocktail on his little stomach. I liked that it pooled in his belly button.
“Fuck” Taylor said breathlessly when he was finished. He brought his clean hand to his forehead and rubbed it, closing his eyes. “That was…amazing.” I collapsed next to him on my stomach and turned my head to look at his profile. Mmm, that little slopey nose always made me smile. He was such a doll.
“You feel good, sugar baby?”
“Yeah,” Taylor nodded, looking at me and smiling. He reached over me for a tissue and started to wipe the come off of his stomach, and I closed my eyes, feeling satiated for the first time in a long time.
“Taylor?” I asked sleepily.
“Hm?”
“What’s up with you and Eli?” There was much too long a pause after that question, and my heart got this awful feeling as I opened my eyes. “Tay?”
“Eli’s…protective of me. He just doesn’t want me getting hurt.”
“It looked to me like he wanted to fuck you.” Taylor scoffed.
 “He has a girlfriend, Zac. He’s not gay.”
“Neither am I, but I couldn’t resist you.” He rolled his eyes.
“You’re a cheese ball, Zac.”
“Whatever, you can just be straight with me.”  I laughed at my own choice of words and Taylor rolled his eyes again. “Come on, baby. Do you have a thing for him?”
“He treats me good.”
“I treat you good.”
“No you don’t.”
“I’m trying…”
“Yeah, well Eli doesn’t have to try. He treats me good because he wants to.”
“So why are you wasting your time with me then?” I spat. What the fuck was he saying this for?
“Because I love you.”
“Only because nobody’s ever showed you love besides me! You’d leave me in a second for that cocksucker.”
Taylor sat up, looking down at me through narrowed eyes.
“If I wanted to leave you, I would’ve done it.”
“Fuck you, Taylor.”
“For what!?”
I sat up and got out of his stupid white bed, looking around for my boxers and slipping them on. “I don’t know! For…for whatever! Stop lying about it- I could tell that dickwad wants to get up your hole. Don’t act like you don’t know it.”
“Contrary to what your peebrain might think, not everybody is nice to me in hopes that they can get in my pants. Eli cares about me for other reasons.”
“What the fuck ever,” I growled, getting back into bed. We both faced opposite ways, and I was sure Taylor was pissed at me, but whatever!
Knock at the door….at 3:30 in the morning.
“Who is it,” Taylor asked, unhappy.
“It’s Eli. Tay, can you come out here?”
Ugh.