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teamzaylorCHAPTER 3: INCEST - PHOBIA
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
“Your brother is an asshole,” Quinn said over our crappy cups of coffee that night.
Do you know how fucking sick and tired I got of hearing that? Trust me, I knew how badly Zachary treated people. I’d seen him eat three course meals at restaurants and then walk out without leaving more than a few coins. I’d watched him call scandalously dressed girls ‘teenie bopping prostitutes’ and burly jocks ‘cock suckers’. It’s kind of ironic, really, because Zac has been known to whore his body AND suck cock. In fact, he sucks cock better than anyone else I know.
Although, people still feel it’s their job to routinely remind me just how sarcastically and offensive Zac really is. I can name only a few times during my relationship with Zac that had actually tried to hurt me intentionally. He was always loving to me. But to everyone else? Zachary was exactly that. An asshole.
“Are you guys together again?” Quinn asked. Although I’d never told her about my former relationship with Zachary, she’d seen the pictures in the tabloids two years prior. She’d heard the articles where we openly confessed to loving each other, not wanting to live a lie. “He’s the one… right? Zac, not Isaac?”
“He’s the one,” I stared at my half-eaten biscotti on the plate in front of me. “And I don’t know what we are right now.”
I could tell she was thinking about Zac and me, and so I searched her face for disgust. I didn’t see any- just confusion.
“How did it work out that… you and Zac… you know…”
“I know,” I said quickly so she didn’t have to keep awkwardly dancing around what she was trying to say. I sighed and took a long sip of my coffee. It was a long story. I needed a long sip. “You want the full story?”
She nodded.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Are you sure you’re willing to talk about it?”
I shrugged. “When the photographs of us together hit the papers, I got used to talking about it. I’ve told this story a million times. I don’t mind telling it again.”
She nodded. “Then yeah, I want to hear. I won’t be judgmental. I promise.”
I shrugged again. “Thanks, but I don’t mind if you judge me or not. I’ve gotten used to it.”
One more long sip. Then I can begin. Ahhh. Alright, the story of Zachary and me.... scene one.
“Zac and I were always really close,” I started the story like I always did. “Growing up we were best friends. I mean, truthfully, my entire family was really close. My parents home schooled us, we spent a year in South America for my father’s job, my brothers were in a band with me… we really had no choice but to be a tight-knit group. But for some reason, Zac and I were always that much tighter. When he turned fourteen, right during the peak of our fame, things changed. Zachary completely changed… but really only towards me. He didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. He never talked to me except to insult me. My parents just figured it was normal teenage behavior, but about a year later I found out otherwise. Zac has trouble recalling exactly when it started, when he realized how he felt about me, but sometime during our rise to fame he realized that he loved me… really loved me, like more than just a brother.”
I paused to observe her reaction. She was nodding as she listened and hardly flinched so I figured it was safe to move on. She seemed mature about all of it so far, but I really didn’t know Quinn well enough to know if she’d start squirming as I continued telling the story.
“It scared the fuck out of him, so I guess that’s why he was treating me so shitty. Zac doesn’t deal with emotions well. The truth came out one summer night in 1999 when we were staying at my Grandma’s house and had to share an incredibly small bed. Zachary leaned in and kissed me, which scared the shit out of me not only because my brother was kissing me, but because he was so young.
He was only thirteen, remember. Almost fourteen.”
Refuel. Sip coffee.
“It was like a thousand emotions hit me at once. I spent the next month, a whole month, trying to sort out my feelings for Zac. In that month I realized how close I felt to him… and how much I loved him. I realized how attractive I’d always found him and how cute everything he did was. They say you can find love anywhere… you don’t choose who you fall in love with,” I chuckled bitterly. “I would never choose to fall in love with my younger brother.
But hey. I did.”
She smiled, but it was a hesitant smile. Even the most open-minded people in the world have trouble stomaching the story about Zachary's and my romance.
“We kept it a secret for two years. That’s a long fucking time, isn’t it? Normally we just spent a lot of time together- talking until all hours of the night and spending every minute of the day together. My parents were glad we’d worked through our problems and were getting along. Sometimes when we had the house to ourselves we’d make out in our basement. If we really wanted each other when everyone was home, we’d go out into the woods. We had all sorts of private places to be together. But honestly, our relationship was more emotional than sexual. We did have sex… eventually…” I raised an eyebrow at her. Still no reaction, so I continued. “But being together was enough for the both of us. Being together was really all that mattered… sex was just a plus.”
“Did it scare you…?”
“It scared the fuck out of me. I couldn’t even drive a car but I was old enough to know I had fallen in love… with my brother. I was terrified of what people would think. Zachary was sure no one would find out. He was scared too. After we released our second studio album, This Time Around, we had started to get careless about keeping our secret safe. Before a concert on our tour that year, we snuck out of the venue to a quickie in our family’s rental car. I can’t remember why we even had a rental car, actually… since we were getting around by tour bus… but for some reason we did. I remember it was a Dodge Caravan too. It was red.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
“Your brother is an asshole,” Quinn said over our crappy cups of coffee that night.
Do you know how fucking sick and tired I got of hearing that? Trust me, I knew how badly Zachary treated people. I’d seen him eat three course meals at restaurants and then walk out without leaving more than a few coins. I’d watched him call scandalously dressed girls ‘teenie bopping prostitutes’ and burly jocks ‘cock suckers’. It’s kind of ironic, really, because Zac has been known to whore his body AND suck cock. In fact, he sucks cock better than anyone else I know.
Although, people still feel it’s their job to routinely remind me just how sarcastically and offensive Zac really is. I can name only a few times during my relationship with Zac that had actually tried to hurt me intentionally. He was always loving to me. But to everyone else? Zachary was exactly that. An asshole.
“Are you guys together again?” Quinn asked. Although I’d never told her about my former relationship with Zachary, she’d seen the pictures in the tabloids two years prior. She’d heard the articles where we openly confessed to loving each other, not wanting to live a lie. “He’s the one… right? Zac, not Isaac?”
“He’s the one,” I stared at my half-eaten biscotti on the plate in front of me. “And I don’t know what we are right now.”
I could tell she was thinking about Zac and me, and so I searched her face for disgust. I didn’t see any- just confusion.
“How did it work out that… you and Zac… you know…”
“I know,” I said quickly so she didn’t have to keep awkwardly dancing around what she was trying to say. I sighed and took a long sip of my coffee. It was a long story. I needed a long sip. “You want the full story?”
She nodded.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Are you sure you’re willing to talk about it?”
I shrugged. “When the photographs of us together hit the papers, I got used to talking about it. I’ve told this story a million times. I don’t mind telling it again.”
She nodded. “Then yeah, I want to hear. I won’t be judgmental. I promise.”
I shrugged again. “Thanks, but I don’t mind if you judge me or not. I’ve gotten used to it.”
One more long sip. Then I can begin. Ahhh. Alright, the story of Zachary and me.... scene one.
“Zac and I were always really close,” I started the story like I always did. “Growing up we were best friends. I mean, truthfully, my entire family was really close. My parents home schooled us, we spent a year in South America for my father’s job, my brothers were in a band with me… we really had no choice but to be a tight-knit group. But for some reason, Zac and I were always that much tighter. When he turned fourteen, right during the peak of our fame, things changed. Zachary completely changed… but really only towards me. He didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. He never talked to me except to insult me. My parents just figured it was normal teenage behavior, but about a year later I found out otherwise. Zac has trouble recalling exactly when it started, when he realized how he felt about me, but sometime during our rise to fame he realized that he loved me… really loved me, like more than just a brother.”
I paused to observe her reaction. She was nodding as she listened and hardly flinched so I figured it was safe to move on. She seemed mature about all of it so far, but I really didn’t know Quinn well enough to know if she’d start squirming as I continued telling the story.
“It scared the fuck out of him, so I guess that’s why he was treating me so shitty. Zac doesn’t deal with emotions well. The truth came out one summer night in 1999 when we were staying at my Grandma’s house and had to share an incredibly small bed. Zachary leaned in and kissed me, which scared the shit out of me not only because my brother was kissing me, but because he was so young.
He was only thirteen, remember. Almost fourteen.”
Refuel. Sip coffee.
“It was like a thousand emotions hit me at once. I spent the next month, a whole month, trying to sort out my feelings for Zac. In that month I realized how close I felt to him… and how much I loved him. I realized how attractive I’d always found him and how cute everything he did was. They say you can find love anywhere… you don’t choose who you fall in love with,” I chuckled bitterly. “I would never choose to fall in love with my younger brother.
But hey. I did.”
She smiled, but it was a hesitant smile. Even the most open-minded people in the world have trouble stomaching the story about Zachary's and my romance.
“We kept it a secret for two years. That’s a long fucking time, isn’t it? Normally we just spent a lot of time together- talking until all hours of the night and spending every minute of the day together. My parents were glad we’d worked through our problems and were getting along. Sometimes when we had the house to ourselves we’d make out in our basement. If we really wanted each other when everyone was home, we’d go out into the woods. We had all sorts of private places to be together. But honestly, our relationship was more emotional than sexual. We did have sex… eventually…” I raised an eyebrow at her. Still no reaction, so I continued. “But being together was enough for the both of us. Being together was really all that mattered… sex was just a plus.”
“Did it scare you…?”
“It scared the fuck out of me. I couldn’t even drive a car but I was old enough to know I had fallen in love… with my brother. I was terrified of what people would think. Zachary was sure no one would find out. He was scared too. After we released our second studio album, This Time Around, we had started to get careless about keeping our secret safe. Before a concert on our tour that year, we snuck out of the venue to a quickie in our family’s rental car. I can’t remember why we even had a rental car, actually… since we were getting around by tour bus… but for some reason we did. I remember it was a Dodge Caravan too. It was red.
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Date: 2012-11-13 05:19 pm (UTC)Forgive me I just updated Chapter 4 for you ♥