Title: INK

[teamzaylor]

CHAPTER 14: CRUMBLING PAVEMENT

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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It was kind of funny, in a way. To be standing on the crumbling pavement of our driveway, looking up at our house. Our ex-house, as it was. It looked back at us like an old girlfriend whose twat we’d fucked like, five thousand times and she’d been begging for us to put a ring on her finger for years, and finally she was throwing us out.  So there we stood, clothes spilling out of my beat up old leather suitcase and …thirty…thirty six dollars in my wallet.
“What now?” I asked Taylor. He turned to me, shrugging.
“What? I don’t know. I feel like you’re taking this too well,” he said, scrunching his face up.
“Why?”
“Because we don’t have anywhere to live.”
“Well, stop being a fucking whiner and we’ll go find somewhere.” He sighed, picking up his bag and moving it to the car. Dad had told Taylor that could have the car if he paid to fix it, which he’d done. So we loaded our shit up into the trunk and each got up front, sitting silently for a minute before he started up the engine.
“You’re making me so nervous,” he said, worrying. “Just the way you’re acting.” What the fuck?
“What-how the fuck do you want me to act?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.
“Am I supposed to like, punch you or something?”
“Well... I... I was expecting a bit more of a production... You haven’t even asked me why I told or screamed at me for getting us kicked out of the house for an amount of time that’s yet to be determined.” He looked at me, cocking his head to the side. “Isn’t this all…bothering you?”
To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure how to react to the whole situation. I hadn’t really had time to think about it all. I mean, dad hadn’t said that we were like, banished for good or anything. He said he wasn’t even sure if he believed it, even after Taylor had confirmed Isaac’s accusations. I mean, I understood why he’d be in denial about something like that. And I didn’t blame him. I’d need to protect myself too, if I were him.
“Zac?” Taylor asked tentatively, touching his hand to my cheek and rubbing his thumb under my eye. I closed my eyes and smiled, pressing my face into his soft palm.
“I’m not mad, Baby. He said he wouldn’t tell anybody and made Isaac swear to keep his mouth shut until everything was figured out. I don’t think our lives will be like, ruined or anything.” I opened my eyes and took his hand from my face, pressing my lips against the knuckle of his middle finger. “Just think of it as a vacation. He gave us some money, we’ll be fine.”
The expression in Taylor’s face relaxed and he nodded, kissing my lips shortly.
“I love you, Zac.”
“I love you too. Can we fuck now?”
“Not in the car!”
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We decided to go into the city and rent a room at this crappy excuse for a hotel called The Lodge. The concierge looked at us funny when we asked for a room to share, but we assured him that everything was fine and that we were brothers. I mean, after everything was said and done, we were still brothers. Brothers who had lots of fiery passionate sex.
“So, let’s talk now,” I offered, throwing our duffels onto the floor and collapsing back onto the bed. The comforter was paisley and hideous, but whatever, it would have to do.
“What do you want to talk about?” Taylor asked timidly. He sat down next to me, running his inked arm over my torso. He jumped a little when I grabbed his wrist and sat up.
“Tell me why you told.” I didn’t mean for it to come out harshly. Really, I wasn’t even that angry. More confused than anything else. But the shifty uneasiness in Taylor’s eyes reflected his inner turmoil.
“I, well…” His voice broke with nerves.
“Hey, don’t freak out.” Soothing Taylor was easy; all it took was a little physical contact and he’d stop shaking. His reaction was predictable as I stroked the back of his hand and he calmed down.
“I’m not entirely sure,” he started. “I mean, it was stupid to say and I guess I didn’t really think it through. It was just that I’m really, really in love with you and something in me wanted to show Ike and dad that someone could love me too. Not just because they had to because we’re family, but, I don’t know. I wanted to show them that someone could be sexually and emotionally and spiritually attracted to me, too.” His eyes were focused on our hands, and he looked so fucking cute that I just couldn’t help but kiss him. Feeling his lips twitch into a smile made us both feel a bit more at ease, I think. “So you’re not angry... at me?”
I moved a whitish strand of hair away from his forehead and shook my head at him.
“No, Baby. I’m not. So what if Ike’s pissed off? He’ll get over it. And so what if he doesn’t? I’m fine with just you.”
His face literally lit up at my words as he pulled me into a hug. I hadn’t even realized what I’d said until later that night when we were having sex. I mean, had I really meant that? Would I be fine spending the rest of my life with just him? It felt like just days ago that Taylor and I were mortal enemies. Was I ready to just, like, give up my family for him?
“Fuck,” he whimpered, gripping onto my shoulders with one hand and making me suck his fingers on the other. “I love you so much.”
I sucked his fingers harder as I thrust into him on the fragile hotel bed. It was pretty gross actually; the flowered, powder pink wallpaper and the hideous bedding we were fucking on sort of looked like it would’ve been straight out of a 1950’s porn flick. But in a weird way, it was romantic. Feeling him squirm beneath me was romantic. Filling his ass with cum was romantic. It was incestuous and it was morally wrong and it was dirty, but it was totally romantic. Everything about it. We were perfect together. I never would’ve offered to stick my tongue in his ass if we weren’t perfect together.
“Mmm,” he moaned. His eyes were closed and his legs were spread and it didn’t even feel gross to have my fingers in his asshole.
“That feels good.” It felt like a super soft and tight pussy around my fingers. “It better,” I told him dominantly, spreading his legs apart more as his cock gave a jerk of its own volition. He was so cute when I was getting him off, and it was fun for me to watch his reactions when I touched him in new places. He was like my own little doll that I could wind up and push the buttons on as I pleased. I moved up to kiss his little, pink nipples and tongue them both to points. I smiled as he whimpered. His cute little whimpers that sounded like a beautiful soft melody. His pristine innocence was always such a turn on. It was the first time I was ever focused on just making him feel good instead of screwing him for my own benefit. “I love you,” I whispered as I kissed his sweaty forehead. He looked cute and so innocent when he closed his eyes and tickled the back of my neck with his fingertips.
“Zac, I was wondering if we could ever, um.”
“Ever what Baby? Don’t get all shy on me now.”
He chewed on his lip contemplatively for a second before huffing out a breath. “Well, technically I’m still a virgin. So I was wondering if, maybe, we could ever…switch? Just once?”
Oh, shit.

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[iwontbeafool.livejournal.com]

Zac's so sweet! Too bad their hot moment was interrupted. But that was a good point Tay.