Title: INK
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teamzaylorCHAPTER 15: KING OF DICKLAND
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 ;-)
Update Chapter 15!
“No,” I said automatically, “absolutely not.” I felt a little bad when his face dropped.
“Okay,” he whispered, rolling onto his side, away from me. Of course he had to pull this shit now, when we were both hard as fucking rocks. I crawled up behind him, wrapping my arm around his tiny, soft waist, and kissed the back of his neck.
“Baby,” I said, nudging the back of his neck with the cold tip of my nose, “don’t be like this. You know I don’t take it up the ass…That’s your place, not mine.” I felt his whole body tense up when the words left my lips, and I kissed the back of his neck again.
“So what, I’m just your bitch? Is that what you think of me?” Fuck. Of course this would be the way he would handle this. When my pole was so hard it was getting ready to stick itself into his ass without my consent. “It’s just. I love you Zac and I want you make you happy…I’m trying real hard, but sometimes I want to do things and I know that I shouldn’t be selfish, but I’d just really like to be able to use my dick at least once in a lifetime.”
I spit out a laugh, hiding my lips in his hair so I didn’t sound like too much of an asshole. I heard him growl and pull away from me, and I shuddered at the absence of his body in my arms.
“Baby…come on, come back to bed.”
“No!” he yelled, pulling on his boxers over his dick and trying to adjust it so that it didn’t look too offensive. “This is stupid. Let’s just forget about it and go do something, okay?”
“But I’m hard,” I whined. Pushing out my lower lip and trying to garner up the most pathetic expression possible, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the bed. I’d been trying to stop this, because I really did love Taylor and I felt bad for taking advantage of him…but he was just so fucking easy to take advantage of!
“No Zac,” Taylor said, more sternly this time. His face looked upset as he pried my fingers off of his wrist. “You know, I’m. I’m going to out,” he told me as he stood up and smoothed down his whitish hair.
“You can’t just leave me here like this!” I yelled, gesturing to my…problem. “That’s fucked up, Taylor. Since when are you a prude?” I was doing my best to insult him just enough to make him feel guilty and give in, but it wasn’t working.
“Bye,” he whispered, his pretty cheeks pink as he grabbed his phone and walked out of the room.
Fuck. Now I was going to have to jack off.
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Taylor didn’t come back till that evening. It blew pretty hard, since I didn’t have the phone or any means of transportation, or any knowledge of when he’d be returning. I ate the shitty continental breakfast downstairs and used the free internet until I heard the key card finally slide into the door around seven.
“Tay?” I asked as he walked back into the room. He looked upset about something, and I hoped it wasn’t about what had happened earlier.
“Hey,” he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat next to him. “Sorry for leaving all day.”
“It’s okay,” I soothed, rubbing his back over his thin t-shirt. “What’s up? Are you mad at me?”
He shook his head. “No. I just…dad called me today. We can come back.” My face lit up.
“Seriously!?” I practically screamed. Not in a girly way…
“Yeah.”
“Why do you sound upset?”
“Because…” he seemed to be struggling with himself.
“Hey, baby. Don’t be nervous, okay? Talk to me.”
“I…I don’t want to go back, Zac.”
Well, I hadn’t been expecting that.
My hand dropped from his back and I looked down at my knees. What the fuck did that mean; he didn’t want to go back!? Where was his scrawny ass going to go? And why didn’t he want to go back? He wasn’t going to find anybody better than me, if that’s what he was looking for.
“Please don’t be mad,” he said, his voice quivering. “It’s not because of you. I love you, Zac. But…I can’t live in that house anymore. I just can’t, and I’ve got some connections to a Co-op downtown. The guys in Aphrodite live there and they’ve got an extra spot for me, if I want to go…”
“Taylor!” I yelled, all of my anger rising up by accident. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You can’t just go! You are such an ungrateful little shit! I’m the only person who’s ever loved you and you just want to pick up and leave me?” My breathing was heavy and I felt a little bit like I was going to spew.
“It’s not about you,” he assured me, everything about him seeming desperate. “It’s not, Zac. It’s not. I want you to come stay with me all the time and I want to be with you, still. But you can’t expect me to live in that house anymore. I’ll end up killing myself.”
“No, fuck this,” I spat, shaking my head. I couldn’t even fucking listen to him. How dare he! “You pick up and go to your faggot little friends’ house, live without water and light and shrivel up and die for all I care.” Tears spilled down his face as he looked up at me in disbelief. “You are a piece of shit. A worthless piece of shit, and until you snotty gal can recognize that and come back to the one person who ever gave you the time of day, then I don’t want to talk to you.”
Taylor kept staring at me with those big fat tears in his pretty eyes, and I couldn’t look at him anymore. I knew I was being the King of all dicks, ruling over Dickland with my magical dick scepter…but he’d hurt my pride too much for me to just ignore it. I stomped out of the room, determined to make him feel as crappy about himself as possible.
I didn’t think he wouldn’t come crawling back.
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 ;-)
Update Chapter 15!
“No,” I said automatically, “absolutely not.” I felt a little bad when his face dropped.
“Okay,” he whispered, rolling onto his side, away from me. Of course he had to pull this shit now, when we were both hard as fucking rocks. I crawled up behind him, wrapping my arm around his tiny, soft waist, and kissed the back of his neck.
“Baby,” I said, nudging the back of his neck with the cold tip of my nose, “don’t be like this. You know I don’t take it up the ass…That’s your place, not mine.” I felt his whole body tense up when the words left my lips, and I kissed the back of his neck again.
“So what, I’m just your bitch? Is that what you think of me?” Fuck. Of course this would be the way he would handle this. When my pole was so hard it was getting ready to stick itself into his ass without my consent. “It’s just. I love you Zac and I want you make you happy…I’m trying real hard, but sometimes I want to do things and I know that I shouldn’t be selfish, but I’d just really like to be able to use my dick at least once in a lifetime.”
I spit out a laugh, hiding my lips in his hair so I didn’t sound like too much of an asshole. I heard him growl and pull away from me, and I shuddered at the absence of his body in my arms.
“Baby…come on, come back to bed.”
“No!” he yelled, pulling on his boxers over his dick and trying to adjust it so that it didn’t look too offensive. “This is stupid. Let’s just forget about it and go do something, okay?”
“But I’m hard,” I whined. Pushing out my lower lip and trying to garner up the most pathetic expression possible, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the bed. I’d been trying to stop this, because I really did love Taylor and I felt bad for taking advantage of him…but he was just so fucking easy to take advantage of!
“No Zac,” Taylor said, more sternly this time. His face looked upset as he pried my fingers off of his wrist. “You know, I’m. I’m going to out,” he told me as he stood up and smoothed down his whitish hair.
“You can’t just leave me here like this!” I yelled, gesturing to my…problem. “That’s fucked up, Taylor. Since when are you a prude?” I was doing my best to insult him just enough to make him feel guilty and give in, but it wasn’t working.
“Bye,” he whispered, his pretty cheeks pink as he grabbed his phone and walked out of the room.
Fuck. Now I was going to have to jack off.
*************************
Taylor didn’t come back till that evening. It blew pretty hard, since I didn’t have the phone or any means of transportation, or any knowledge of when he’d be returning. I ate the shitty continental breakfast downstairs and used the free internet until I heard the key card finally slide into the door around seven.
“Tay?” I asked as he walked back into the room. He looked upset about something, and I hoped it wasn’t about what had happened earlier.
“Hey,” he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I sat next to him. “Sorry for leaving all day.”
“It’s okay,” I soothed, rubbing his back over his thin t-shirt. “What’s up? Are you mad at me?”
He shook his head. “No. I just…dad called me today. We can come back.” My face lit up.
“Seriously!?” I practically screamed. Not in a girly way…
“Yeah.”
“Why do you sound upset?”
“Because…” he seemed to be struggling with himself.
“Hey, baby. Don’t be nervous, okay? Talk to me.”
“I…I don’t want to go back, Zac.”
Well, I hadn’t been expecting that.
My hand dropped from his back and I looked down at my knees. What the fuck did that mean; he didn’t want to go back!? Where was his scrawny ass going to go? And why didn’t he want to go back? He wasn’t going to find anybody better than me, if that’s what he was looking for.
“Please don’t be mad,” he said, his voice quivering. “It’s not because of you. I love you, Zac. But…I can’t live in that house anymore. I just can’t, and I’ve got some connections to a Co-op downtown. The guys in Aphrodite live there and they’ve got an extra spot for me, if I want to go…”
“Taylor!” I yelled, all of my anger rising up by accident. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You can’t just go! You are such an ungrateful little shit! I’m the only person who’s ever loved you and you just want to pick up and leave me?” My breathing was heavy and I felt a little bit like I was going to spew.
“It’s not about you,” he assured me, everything about him seeming desperate. “It’s not, Zac. It’s not. I want you to come stay with me all the time and I want to be with you, still. But you can’t expect me to live in that house anymore. I’ll end up killing myself.”
“No, fuck this,” I spat, shaking my head. I couldn’t even fucking listen to him. How dare he! “You pick up and go to your faggot little friends’ house, live without water and light and shrivel up and die for all I care.” Tears spilled down his face as he looked up at me in disbelief. “You are a piece of shit. A worthless piece of shit, and until you snotty gal can recognize that and come back to the one person who ever gave you the time of day, then I don’t want to talk to you.”
Taylor kept staring at me with those big fat tears in his pretty eyes, and I couldn’t look at him anymore. I knew I was being the King of all dicks, ruling over Dickland with my magical dick scepter…but he’d hurt my pride too much for me to just ignore it. I stomped out of the room, determined to make him feel as crappy about himself as possible.
I didn’t think he wouldn’t come crawling back.
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Date: 2012-08-10 03:34 am (UTC)