Sugar Baby

Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks: canyoutellme97



I just found this sweet short Story. Tell me what you think
Other Notes: A little weird, a lot of smut. Enjoy!

I watched the painful lump in his throat slide down slowly as he held back tears.
“I’m scared, Zac.”
When had I become the older one? How about the more mature one? Certainly never the wiser one, though he’d adamantly disagree if I said it out loud.
I ran my fingers through his bullion tresses, moving it from icy eyes. His bottom lip trembled.
“Of what?”
Of what. I knew of what. We’d had this same discussion umpteen times before. We were both scared, but I had become the strong one. I had to hold him and rock him in my arms as he cried softly, tears and saliva leaving trails across my shirt. He was such a baby when he had nightmares.
Iris connected with iris as I sat silently, waiting for him to speak. I held his hands in mine; they shook with each moan.
“I want us to be together forever, but I th-think someone’s gonna find out and hurt us.” I stroked the backs of his hands with my thumbs, hoping to calm him at least temporarily.
“Shhh Taylor, don’t cry baby,” I cooed. ‘Baby’ was once my pet name for him, but it had become reality very soon. I can’t say when exactly this regression occurred, meanwhile I was used to be the protective brother.
He got up and parked himself on my lap as I sat on the edge of his bed.
“Tay, baby, please don’t cry…” I kept one hand on his back and rubbed his stomach in tiny circles, just like our mother used to do when he was small. It was his comfort spot, I think.
He hiccupped and sniffed a few more times before agitatedly rubbing at his eyes, clawing away embarrassing tears. He really did remind me of an infant, he was so innocent. How could I treat him like a lover if I had to treat him like my child? It was all too weird for me.
“Zac…” he looked at me with those huge blue eyes that made me fall for him all those years ago, “Zac, do you promise to love me forever?”
“Of course,” I reassured him. I cupped his cheek and kissed his lips gently. He was so beautiful, so innocent, so… babyishly. He looked so much younger than me; it made me feel like I was some sort of creep.
He broke the kiss, sniffed again, and nodded.
“Zac?”
“What is it, baby?"
“Can we make love now?”
Uncomfortable.
“Baby, nows not really the time I don’t think…”
He frowned and cupped my cheek, caressing it with his thin fingers. They were so soft and gentle, my eyes fluttered shut.
“Zac…” hot breath on my lips. “I love you so much, I need you. I need you inside me…”
He always did this. Seduction at its finest and most cunning. We never did it at the right time. It was always awkward for me. He’d ask after he was upset, I assume as a type of comfort mechanism. It wasn’t how he should've been comforted. It wasn’t right. He needed a father, not me.
I opened my eyes slowly. His face was so close that I couldn’t focus it clearly.
“Taylor, not now. You’re upset, let’s just talk, okay?” My eyes moved to his supple lips as I felt him shift on top of me, undoubtedly trying to give me an erection. I bit my lip, trying to control my body. Let me tell you, Taylor Hanson does not make it easy.
“Mmm…” he whimpered as I began to get hard against his butt. He ran his thumb down my bottom lip and kissed me softly, slowly letting his sweet tongue enter my mouth. He tasted like sugar. He always tasted like sugar.
My mind was telling me to stand up for what I was thinking; to put my foot down. But how could I deny my baby what he needed so desperately? I knew he would feel better during, and afterwards, so who was I to disallow him his comfort?
My thoughts of morality, or immortality as it were, were interrupted as my brother broke our kiss. He was breathing a little heavier than before, and droplets of my saliva clung to his lips like raindrops on rose petals. Bodily reminders of our perpetual love. Or perpetual sin. Or whatever you want to call it.
“Zaccy, can we make love now?” He bit his lip and locked our eyes. His were filled with fiery lust, mine were probably just brown.
“Baby boy,” I began, but he cut me off by placing a delicate finger on my lips and slipping it inside. His finger tasted like sugar too. My baby was made of sweet, sugary, irresistible molasses. Addictive molasses.
I sucked on his finger for a little while until he moaned suggestively and slipped it back out.
“Taylor…”
“Don’t Taylor me.”
“But that’s your name.”
“Call me baby.”
“Baby, we shouldn’t now…”
“Stop it.”
“Baby…”
“No. Just stop it. Please Zac, please make love to me.”
Come on now. How was I supposed to say no?
I gently lifted him off me and laid him down on the bed. I looked down at his face, making mental note of the way his silken hair traced its path across his forehead, the way his ruby lips shone brighter than the most luxurious jewel, the way his eyes should’ve had a color named just for their beauty…God, he was almost cherubic. Yeah, a cherub. My cherub.
I suddenly felt like the luckiest man in the world.
“Zac?” I guess he noticed I was dazing.
“Sorry,” I apologized as I leaned down to kiss his nose, then his cheeks, then his eyelids…
As I worked my way down, I was able to quickly undress his upper and lower halves. I stopped kissing then, and admired his slim white body and his girly baby face. He truly was a work of art.
“Zac…” he whined. “Play with me.” I smiled at his impatience. He was such…a baby.
I turned my attention to the semi-hard on that lay willfully between his thighs. Another thing that made me feel creepy was the fact that no matter how lovely his face was, or how sculpted his body was, or how amazingly adorable and loving he was, I was always rather enthralled by his penis. It was perfect. Perfect length, perfect thickness, perfect taste. Wonder what it tasted like? You guessed it. Sweet, creamy sugar. Ah, the devil can’t condemn me for this. I’m sure he’d suck it too.
I sucked and rubbed him carefully, slowly. His lips parted and his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned and whimpered in his usual high pitch, and Jesus was it beautiful. Was Jesus watching us now? Probably not. If he was, I think he’d be jealous.
I stopped sucking and got some lube out of the night table next to Taylor’s head. He propped himself up on his elbows and frowned at me, obviously unhappy that my mouth wasn’t attached to his dick.
“Zaccy, I love you.” He smiled so that his teeth showed. His sugar-cube teeth. They were cute. He was cute.
“You’re cute, and I love you too, baby.” He bit his lip and sat up completely, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and resting his chin on my shoulder, watching as I lubricated myself. There was never any question as to who would be the…”catcher”. Taylor liked taking it. Since when we began our “relations”, I was always the..um….thrower? Giver? Whatever the term is, that’s how we did it. He always wanted to take it. No complaints from me in that department.
When I was finished, I gently removed him from my shoulders and sat with my back against the headboard and my arms out. He smiled and positioned himself over my member, carefully sliding it into himself. His lips opened and his gasped loudly as he sank completely down onto me. He felt so good. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed our chests together, causing his penis to sandwich itself between our stomachs.
“I love you,” he whispered coarsely. That was another reason I loved having sex with him now more than ever. His voice would get so high pitched, so sexy…it drives me over the edge every time. He sounded so desperate, innocent…indescribable sexy. He was playing the role of the fairer sex. And his voice…just…blow my mind.
I pressed my fingertips into his hips as he rode me faster. Sometimes I wanted to just do this forever, for all eternity. My mind spun as he ground his ass against my thighs, trying desperately to bury my penis into him as far as it would go. He bounced against me, rubbing his penis between us. I felt the shaft and head chafe its way to the ultimate pleasure, using our bodies for friction. He was close. I always knew when he was close because his breath became shallow as his moans grew closer together.
“God I love you baby…” I rasped as I captured his sugary lips in my chapped ones, sucking them and biting them until I felt that last jerk that meant he was there.
He cried out my name as his semen splashed between us, coating our chests and necks. I came shortly after him, relishing in my orgasm as the white liquid shot into his ass. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, leaning his head upwards and exposing his neck. I kissed it and sucked at it and licked it as we both came down off our post orgasmic high.
“Zac?” He turned his face down to look at me.
“What is it beautiful?”
“I love you, and I need you to be with me always.”
“Of course, baby.”
“Do you swear?”
“I swear.”
“Pinky swear?”
He held out his pinky. I was actually doing a pinky swear with my 21 year old brother. Well, as has become apparent, Taylor gets what Taylor wants.
We pinky sweared and kissed and he got off me, lying against me and pulling the covers over our sex-covered bodies. He rested his head in my armpit and hummed.
“Tired baby?”
“Yes.” He yawned, rubbing his eyes innocently like a child.
“I love you baby girl.” I loved to give him girly pet names at times because he was so cute and innocent when he blushed. And it just felt right to say.
“I love you too Zac.” He shyly smiled and I pecked his cute pretty cheeks when I saw a sweet pink blush rose immediately on them.
“No matter what?”
“For ever and ever.”
He fell asleep with a smile on his face. I cradled him in my arms for the rest of the night, providing the protection he needed. He was my baby. He needed to be safe from everything. He was my flesh, my blood, my big brother. He was mine.