Title: INK

Aug. 5th, 2012 11:58 pm
teamzaylor: (Zaylor - Zac & Tay)
CHAPTER 12: FALLING AWAY FROM EDEN

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 ;-)
tumblr_lzobp2dEDt1r3ttg1o8_500-2

here's another update for the story Ink. Enjoy, and comment please!

“Zac,” Taylor breathed as he trudged through the snow after me, “Please stop it. Stop running.” His hand landed on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, aggravated by the way he was treating the situation.
“Stop? You want me to stop?” I screamed as I turned around, pushing him backwards so that he stumbled and landed on his ass. “You might’ve just ruined my life, Taylor! Avery just saw us fuckin’ making out! She might be telling mom and dad and every other person in that house as we speak, and you want me to stop?” My arms were flailing all around the damn place and his eyes were wide as they looked up at me. Now I realize that he was scared and in shock at how out of control I was, but at that moment, it felt as if he were surveying me…sizing me up, measuring me for what I was worth. “Stop looking at me like that hussy!” I yelled, turning around and leaving him there to melt into the snow.
*************************************************************
That night at dinner, Taylor was really quiet. No one had said anything to me about what Avery had seen, so I concluded that she hadn’t told anyone- at least, not yet. She made sure to avoid my eyes at every moment possible, however, and I knew that after dinner I’d have to have a talk with her. The question was: what would I say? Ave, I know you saw me and Tay making out, but it’s not a big deal. Just don’t tell anyone and don’t ever do it with anyone and totally erase everything you saw out of your memory. Yeah, she’d totally understand.
Isaac was also ignoring me. I figured he was just still angry about the attention I was giving Taylor, because that was attention that was being taken away from him. And everyone, especially Isaac, was privy to the fact that Taylor Hanson did not deserve any sort of positive attention. Idiots.
“Taylor, would you pass the salt?” My mother asked, spooning a forkful of potatoes into Mackenzie’s mouth. Taylor looked up from his spinach, seemingly surprised that anyone was acknowledging his presence, and passed it down the table without a word. I hated to admit how cute he was, with his face all obscured by his whitish hair and his pink cheeks all bright and pretty. My anger had mostly subsided by then, because I knew it wasn’t only his fault that we’d been seen…but it would hurt my pride too much to admit it to him. I did know however that yelling at him, and especially pushing him, was wrong and needed to be addressed. Usually I have this no regrets policy thing, but I decided that apologizing for hurting Taylor would show him how much he meant to me.
“Taylor, can I talk to you after dinner?” I asked quietly as my father and great grandfather were having a particularly heated discussion about car repairs. Please tell me how it is that no one, absolutely NO one was paying attention to Taylor or me, but as soon as I utter a single word to him, all eyes are on us.
“Why you needa talk to him?” Great Grandpa Bernie asked, shoveling a mouthful of beef into his nearly toothless mouth. “Fixin’ him?”
“Grandpa, stop it,” my mother scolded. “There is nothing about Taylor that needs fixing.”
“His brain,” Jessica said, and my great grandmother laughed as if she’d just heard the funniest joke ever told. I was angry, because I knew that I should stick up for him, but Isaac was looking at me with hawk eyes, and I knew that if I did stick up for him I’d be questioned and harassed. So I just didn’t say anything, and Ike looked at me approvingly, which sort of made me nauseous.
I found Taylor in his usual spot after dinner. His eyes were closed and he was strumming an old acoustic guitar, humming along to a tune I didn’t recognize. Watching him had been giving me this weird feeling lately- a feeling that made me feel less like me. I didn’t have the urge to be sarcastic or mean. When I looked at him, I just wanted to hug him, kiss him, fuck him, touch him, talk to him, listen to him. I didn’t like that he was changing me, but it wasn’t something I could help.
“Get out, Zac.” His voice brought me back to reality. I frowned and closed the door behind me, stepping into the room and sitting at his feet. I looked up at him from my spot on the floor and rubbed his knees gently.
“I’m sorry for being a dick today,” I whispered, looking at the knees I was rubbing because his face made me feel too guilty. He sighed and shook his head.
“Stop apologizing.”
“But I’m sorry Baby.”
“No, you’re not.
“But I-“
“I said stop please!” Small tears used his eyelashes as miniature tightropes, trying their hardest to balance themselves, but inevitably falling to a dim fate. His tone wasn’t angry, but sad. “I can’t do this anymore, Zac.” He put his guitar down on the bed next to him and wiped at his eyes, his voice unwavering. “I can’t deal with your mood swings every time something unexpected happens. If you can’t deal with all of the shit that’s going to come with all of the good, then we should go back to ignoring each other.”
“I never ignored you.” I moved to sit on the bed with him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. I was guilty, and the best way to deal with guilt was to fuck. Hard.
Apparently he didn’t agree.
“Stop Zac,” his hand pushed at my chest. “I’m serious.”
“But Tay Baby…” My nose pressed against his neck as I lay him down on the bed.
"Zac!" he repeated, but more weakly this time.
"What?"
His cheek
s turned pink. "I can't contradict anymore when you call me like that..." He whimpered, his resistance lessening with every word and I couldn't help to smile about his damn cuteness.
"I'll keep that in mind."
I couldn't think about anything else than to fuck his innocence out of him.
And he didn’t protest anymore.
*****************************************
His lip was slippery between my teeth. Sucking, breathing, squirming- it was all a mix of bodies and sweat and movement. I thrusted steadily into him, my arms on either side of his fluffy blonde head and his straddled legs around my waist. The grip of his hands on my shoulders weakened as he got more exhausted, but his moans and squeaks only got louder and more intense as my cock head hit his prostate. Over and over and harder and over.
“Are you okay Baby?” I asked, my hair forming a halo around his face as I humped harder and faster. I knew he was okay, better than okay, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him tell me how good I was making him feel, how hot it was when my dick filled that tight asshole, how fucking great it was when I sucked on his mouth and made sure that he came before I did.
“Yes Zac.” Eyelids closed and sounds came out in soft, effeminate sounds. He was like an innocent baby beneath me; I could do whatever I wanted to do to him, fuck him any which way, smack him around if I wanted to. He was mine for the taking, and you best believe I was gonna take and take him until he was completely dry.
I bent my arms so that our chests were pressed together and used the friction between our bellies to rub his dick. He whimpered loudly as I squirmed on top of him, and the thought of the snake from the story of Adam and Eve flashed into my mind. All of the sudden, I was Adam and the snake on my belly, and Taylor was Eve, and I was fucking Eve’s hot, wet cunt and we were just doing it, going at it and I was taking away her innocence, and then everything went dark, and we were spiraling, moving towards some other world, something bad, but I didn’t care because I was cumming, cumming hard and loud and Eve- Taylor’s nails were scratching at my back and I couldn’t stop shooting into his ass, his hot, tight, no-longer-virgin ass, and I knew it must’ve hurt because he was making my shoulders bleed with his little nails, and he was loudly squeaking, yelling and biting into my shoulder and telling me to stop, and I didn’t care, because I liked having that kind of power over him.
When I was finished, I pulled out of him slowly and pushed myself up with my arms, looking down at his face. His cheeks were bright red and tear streaked, and his eyes were shut tightly.
“Did I hurt you?”

Nod.
“I didn’t mean to.” He opened his eyes and sniffed, nodding and shifting uncomfortably beneath me. “What is it baby?”
“It’s…” His voice was weak and embarrassed. “It’s in my butt.” He whined. Fire flooded through my cheeks and earlobes as I got off of him and let him go to the bathroom to- um – deal with cleanup.
I lay there with my hands behind my head, thinking about what it meant that I’d hurt him. I was conflicted, because he’d wanted the sex, and he didn’t seem angry with me, but I still knew that it had to mean something that I’d actually hurt him and not cared enough to stop. Did that mean that I didn’t actually love him? That I could never actually love anyone because I cared too much about myself? That I was actually just a pervert who got off on the fact that this was so anti-Christian, so taboo?
I sat up and put on my boxers.
Before my journey to self-actualization could continue, the door flew open and Isaac was standing there red-faced and sweaty.
“I KNEW it, I fucking KNEW it!” I didn’t even have enough time to stand up before his hand was on my throat and my head connected with the concrete wall and everything went dark.
I was Adam again, but this time, I was done falling. I was landing, and it hurt, and Eve wasn’t there.
Taylor wasn’t there.

Title: INK

Aug. 1st, 2012 12:58 am
teamzaylor: (The Bodyguard)
Chapter 8: Making Nice

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 ;-)

tumblr_lzobp2dEDt1r3ttg1o8_500-2

ANOTHER ONE!  Thank you everyone who reads and comments :)

Taylor came back the next day. Avery and I were watching T.V. and doing homework in the living room when he walked in the front door. He didn’t bother to look in our direction, just stumped upstairs theatrically with shoulders hunched over. Now was my chance to apologize.
After I heard his door shut, I abandoned my homework and headed upstairs to go make nice.
“Tay?” I asked, knocking on his door. “Can I please come in?”
“No. I might get some faggot on you.” Ouch. I sighed.
“Please let me in, Tay. I need to talk to you.” When he didn’t answer, I went into my room and opened the connecting door which he’d conveniently forgotten to lock. Taylor was sitting on his bed in his boxers, totally unaware that I was watching him, and nursing what looked like a wound on his upper thigh. I cleared my throat loudly as I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed. He jumped a little and pulled his boxers over the wound, clearly startled by my sudden appearance.
“I said don’t come in,” he muttered through his teeth.
“Well I didn’t listen.”
“Please leave, Zac.”
“What happened to your leg?”
“I said, please leave.”
I shook my head and walked over, sitting next to him on his bed. He frowned a little and winced when I gently glided my index finger over his leg. “What did you do?” I asked. To answer my question, he slowly pulled back the leg of his boxers and lifted up a pretty large square of gauze, revealing an upside down star done in red ink. The surrounding skin was red, raw, and irritated, and when I lifted my eyes to his face he was staring down at his new body art with a bashful smile.
“What’s it mean?” I questioned, lifting his chin with my fingers.
“Nothing,” he said, turning his face away.
“It means something, Taylor.”
“Are you the one who got it?! Are you inside my head?!” He was yelling at me and his voice was angry, but his eyes were hurt.
“Please calm down,” I reasoned, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. You should know something about Taylor: though he’s generally very quiet and withdrawn, he’s not the most mellow-tempered person in the world. Especially with me. When we’re in a normal family setting and Isaac gets everyone to gang up on him, he stays silent, but when it’s just me and him…things tend to get a little more heated. At least he tried. In a brotherly way, of course.
“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Taylor’s voice shook as he spoke. He was obviously still pretty upset over what I’d said the week before.
“Look,” I began, warily putting my arm around his small waist and keeping my eyes on his face to make sure make sure he has to look at me, “I have no idea why I called you what I did. I was just upset because you kept calling me gay and I’m not.”
“I didn’t call you gay. The word ‘gay’ never came out of my mouth.”
“But that’s what you were implying.”
“Well what else do you expect me to think?” His eyes sent daggers through my body. “You...first you fucking kiss me in the car, then you stick up for me against Ike, and then...” his voice shook even more, “and th-then we have s-sex…more than once, Zac, we had sex a-and I let you have me because you made me th-think you loved me.” He was making my stomach hurt. “God, Zac. I fuckin’ admitted to you that I was gay, on a f-fuckin’ whim, no one else knows…because at that m-moment I trusted you. And you seemed so cool with it and we did all of this stuff that’s so wrong for us to do…and you kept saying all of this shit about feeling something, and “Taylor, do you feel it? I feel something, do you?” and I felt it Zac, I feel it…and I’m scared to death because no one’s ever cared about me in my life, not even a little bit, and I swear to God you have no idea what it feels like, Zac. You have no f-fucking idea what I feel like everyday.” He was right, I didn’t, and by then I was holding him in my arms tightly and he was crying… “You don’t unders-stand how it feels to wake up every morning and f-feel like there’s no reason, no reason to move or do anything because everyone hates you. Everyone hates you for no God damned reason other than that you were born different. My whole family hates me, everyone calls me a chick, my band mates are f-fine but they don’t know I’m gay, and then there’s you…there’s you, Zac. You were just…” he pulled back from me, wiping those baby blues on the back of his arm. “You were being so nice to me.” He hiccupped and rubbed his eyes, looking more like a little boy than I’d ever seen him look before. God, I was such a dick.
I wrapped my arms back around him, making sure I didn’t accidentally hit his new tattoo, and stroked the back of his hair softly. “Shhhh, Taylor. Calm down.” Eventually he stopped crying, and when I released him from my grip, he just looked more tired than anything else. “I’m so sorry I gave you mixed messages, I love you so much. I really, really love you.” And I wasn’t even lying.
 ------------------------------------
We sat in his bed for the rest of the night in the same position. My back was against the wall and I was sitting up, my legs parted with him between them. His head rested against my chest as I placed kisses on the top of his head, smoothing back his blonde hair and rubbing his stomach in small circles, just trying to soothe him. It was odd because I didn’t even feel like being sexual with him in any way; I just wanted to make him feel like he was loved. I wanted to show him that I genuinely cared about him. He had to know that he could trust me.
“Zac?” his hoarse voice broke the silence.
“Hm?”
“I…” he picked at his fingers. “I love you.” I melted.
“I love you too.” My lips pressed into his hair and he closed his eyes, relaxing completely for the first time that evening. “I have a question for you, but I don’t want you to cry.”
“I can’t make any promises…” he smiled a little.
“What’s kept you going for so long? I mean, how can you live in this house?” He sighed and I moved my arm up to hold him across his chest.
“I guess…” he began, “I guess I just had to hope that someday someone would understand me. That someone would love me in any way.” He tilted that beautiful face up to look at me and I smiled down at him. “I guess I found what I was looking for.” Oh God, I was giddy.
“You’re beautiful, Ba-“ but I cut myself off. Could I do that? Would he think I was weird? The last thing I wanted to do was scare him… “Hey Tay, can I…” Meh, nervousness. “Would you think it was weird if I called you ‘Baby’?”
He tilted his face back down and smiled bashfully, then scooted back up and turned his head awkwardly to kiss my cheek.
“I think I’d like that very much.” Meep!
“Okay. I love you, Baby.”
“I love you too.” It felt so good to clear the air. I felt so much lighter, and Taylor definitely did, too.
I kissed him on the cheek one more time and wished him ‘sweet dreams’ before getting up and going into my own room. I had school the next day and it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to fall asleep in Taylor’s bed with a house full of nosey relatives.

Title: INK

Jul. 30th, 2012 04:19 pm
teamzaylor: (The Bodyguard)
CHAPTER 7: Mario Kart

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 plays in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)

tumblr_lzobp2dEDt1r3ttg1o8_500-2

Here's the 7th. Enjoy, leave love!

The evening before my return to school, Taylor and I sat in my room playing video games for hours. Mario Kart, specifically.
You see, I’m sort of a god at Mario Kart. I’ve won numerous neighborhood battles and even had my name in the local newspaper for being the most unbeatable Mario Kart champion in all of Tulsa. Basically, I’m a Mario Kart legend. And I don’t say this to brag, because Lord knows Zac Hanson is most modest, but I just let you know this so you can understand the level of distraction my older brother caused.
Smoke from Taylor’s cigarette seeped out of his nose and mouth when he laughed, sort of acting as this…hypnotic cinnamony incense that clouded my thoughts and vision. All I could think about was his smell, and his lips, and his body, and his sex…Needless to say, he beat me on every level of Mario Kart. Usually I kicked anyone’s ass who dared to challenge me, but I was so distracted by Taylor’s...everything, that I couldn’t even focus on the game.
“Ha!” he shouted, putting down his controller and grinning widely at the T.V. set. “Beat you again.” I narrowed my eyes at him and grabbed his jaw, pulling his face to kiss him. I felt his smile through our kiss and pulled away.
“If you’re going to rub this in my face, I’m never gonna let you play Mario Kart with me again,” I warned, raising my eyebrow at him.
“That’s okay.” He sighed and lay back on the blue shag rug, sucking on his clove and looking up at the faintly glowing, tacked-on stars on my ceiling. “I don’t ever need to play again; I could live off this victory for the rest of my life.” I rolled my eyes, deciding to let that conversation die, and lay down next to him, putting my hands behind my head. Out of nowhere he started humming, which soon turned into soft singing.
“A dream of better days was long gone by the way. Is there a better place? Well who can ever say? It seems I've spent so long, I can't define my right from wrong.” I turned my head to watch him.
“Did you write that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Before.”
“Before when?” I pressed. His eyes opened and he looked me in the eye, the sudden seriousness reflected into those blue irises.
“Before I knew you. Before I really knew me…” Did he seriously just quote "She’s All That?" So gay.
“Oh, fuck you, Taylor. Since when is quoting Freddie Prinze Jr. cool?” He smiled and rolled onto his side to look at me, his eyes glittering in the light of the T.V.
“It’s been cool since now. And you must be really cool to know what movie it’s from.”
I blushed. “I saw it like, years ago…”
“And I guess Freddie Prinze made a pretty big impression on you, huh?”
That made me angry. I sat up and looked down at him, narrowing my eyes into slits.
“Fuck you. I’m not gay!”
Taylor rolled onto his back again to look up at me. “No?”
“No.”
“You don’t seem to mind kissing me too much.”
“I’m not gay, Taylor.”
“So when a guy likes cock, he’s straight? I wasn’t aware that Webster redefined the meaning of ‘straight’.”
“Stop it!” I screamed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to sit up. “I don’t like Freddie Prize Jr. I like girls. I’m not a fucking cock-sucking faggot like you. You cannot call me gay when I fuck a girl like you.” The look on his face made me want to shoot myself. I was the picture under the definition of Foot-In-Your-Mouth. Taylor’s expression looked like Ike’s had after I’d punched him in the face: hurt, upset, shocked. I couldn’t believe I’d just called him that.
I reached out and touched his shoulder, but he shrugged my hand away like it was poison.
“Tay, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-“
But he cut me off with a disbelieving headshake and stood up, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Fuck you,” he spat in my direction as he walked out of my room. Ugh.
Game over.
Now we were back to square one.
--------------------------
For the next week, Taylor avoided me. He didn’t come to dinner at all, and of course, no one even noticed he was gone besides me and Isaac. Jokes were made about Taylor’s (false) stupidity and “feminine” qualities as if he were there. My great grandfather guffawed as my grandfather questioned Taylor’s sexuality and Isaac made up some dumb lie about how “once he saw Taylor trying on some of Jessica's dresses in his room.” It was so disgusting, so pathetic that they talked about him the way they did. What’s worse was the fact that they said it regardless of whether or not he was there to hear it, because frankly, they didn’t really give a shit how he felt. It was entertainment for them to make him feel terrible, and they’d make bets about the amount of food he’d consume in correlation to the insults he’d received during dinner.
The oddest part of all of this was that…my family wasn’t filled with these inhuman, evil people. Everyone was pretty cool to each other usually, unless one was fighting with another, and assuming that there were so many people living under one roof…I’d say we all got along pretty well. But for some reason, just mentioning Taylor’s name brought out this ugly, wicked face of the Hanson family. I mean yeah, he was weird, and yeah, I was definitely guilty of participating in the ugliness…but no one should have ever had to listen to what Taylor had listened to for his whole life. In all honesty, I would’ve killed myself years ago.
After Jessica, Mackenzie, my grandmother and I had finished cleaning up, I retreated to my bedroom. Not 5 minutes after I’d sat on my bed, Isaac entered. He sat on the foot of my bed; his back leaned against the wall, one leg on my mattress and arms crossed over his chest.
“Where’s Taylor been?” he asked, his eyes focused on his feet.
“I dunno,” I answered back, pulling the band out of my hair and shaking my head.
“Yeah you do.”
“Why would I lie about knowing where Taylor is?”
“Why have you been spending so much time with him lately?” He turned his face to look at me and his eyes ate to my core.
“Because.”
“Because why? Since when the fuck are you and Taylor even related?”
“Ike,” I looked down at the bed, avoided to meet his eyes. “I know you’re going to think I sound stupid, but honestly…do you ever sit and listen to what this family says about Taylor? And to his face. I just…he’s not a bad guy, Ike.”
“No one ever said he was a bad guy, Zac. He’s fucking weird and we’re all just embarrassed of him. The only way for him to change is to see how much shame he brings to this family. We’re doing him a favor.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at him angrily. I was fuming. How dare he start with that shit! “Taylor does not embarrass this family, Isaac. Taylor is smart, Taylor is nice, Taylor sings, Taylor is unique. So he’s not another fucking Hanson drone, why is that so bad?”
“Why the fuck do you care so suddenly!” He yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “You just all the sudden had this…had a fucking realization that Taylor, the bitch we made fun of together for our whole lives, was the coolest person ever? And you cared enough to fuckin’ punch me in the face?” He pointed to the yellow and green bruise on his nose. I recoiled a bit. “Well fuck you, Zac. You can go and join Taylor in his “uniqueness”, and when we start makin’ fun of you at the dinner table, he can hold you in his arms and tell you that he understands what being a freak is like. I hope you like how it feels, you God damned hypocrite.” And with that, he up and left the room, leaving me to contemplate where my loyalties lay.

Title: INK

Jul. 28th, 2012 06:36 pm
teamzaylor: (The Bodyguard)
CHAPTER 6: NOT EXACTLY MR. MASCULINE

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 plays in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)

tumblr_lzobp2dEDt1r3ttg1o8_500-2

Here's the 6th installment of INK. I really hope you like it, because it's sort of transitional and not very exciting...but eh, here it is.
I hope ya'll don't think it's too terrible.

Taylor lay on top of me for a long time. His warm, blushed cheek was pressed against my bare chest and his breathing was soft like a baby’s. We talked about random things, like ‘what’s your favorite color’ and ‘who’s your favorite artist’, and I stroked his hair and rubbed his back and everything seemed to come together. His hair smelled like spring air -you know, the kind that’s just been released by God after a cold March- and the clove cigarettes that were permanently attatched to his mouth. It was soothing, refreshing, and familiar. We laughed quietly and kissed each other here and there as we got to know each other, and with each gesture, with each simple motion, my love for him grew.
I ran my fingers along his patterned forearm, up and down and between his fingers. He was so beautiful, so incredibly untainted, so genuine. It was scary to think that he had been right under my nose for my entire life, yet I’d never even given him a second glance.
We fucked a few more times that day. The more we did it, the more I started to notice that Taylor was…well, a dude. I mean let’s face it, when you’re burying your cock in some chick’s cooter, there isn’t anything… flapping in their lower region. That said, with Taylor…there was a little somethin’ extra flyin’ about, if you know what I mean. I can’t say that it bothered me, it was just different. I mean I was never attracted to a guy before, and to be honest, Taylor wasn’t exactly Mr. Masculine. He had a thin white body and his baby face was so smooth and innocent, and he had those clear blue eyes, and plump, pink lips…he was definitely not a typical male. So when I was looking at his face, it sort of didn’t feel like I was fucking a guy, or a girl for that matter. He was just like…this amazing being that I was connected with and screwing the fuck out of. And prior to this particular fucking, I’d been so caught up in that that I’d sort of blocked out the rest. But when I finally did notice his cock in front of me, all hard and dripping …I got kind of freaked out.
“Zac?” Taylor asked me breathlessly, his movements over me slowing to a halt, “Are you okay?” He looked down at his body inhibited and looked back at me, as if seeking my approval. He was very unsure of himself, which I could sort of understand because he’d never had any kind of sex before and I was giving him direction…I mean it felt the same to me, a hole is a hole, but to him it must’ve been odd. I hadn’t even been thinking about what he was feeling…I mean shit, I sort of just took away my brother’s virginity and all I was focused on was my own pleasure. Bad Zac, bad.
“I’m fine, Tay,” I smiled up at him and nodded, “just still getting used to all this…” He eyed me suspiciously for a moment before nodding and resuming his bouncing. He was so cute, so cute. He looked like a little toddler bouncing on one of those exercise ball things…except my dick replaced the ball and Taylor replaced the toddler. Definitely modifications I preferred. I was no pedophile.
“Touch me…” Taylor moaned from on top of me. “Please, Zac…” I ran the rough pads of my fingers over the soft skin of his stomach. “No, not there…” he begged. He grabbed his cock in his hand as he rode me and pointed it awkward at my face. Oh my God. He wanted me to touch that? I mean, it wasn’t weird looking or anything…it was just like mine, a little less fat…but it was still a…penis. In other words, it was something I preferred never to touch on anyone but myself.
I nervously snaked my hand around the reddened, veiny thing, and started to pump it. The motions reminded me of running on an Elliptical machine backwards. It just didn’t feel right. Apparently I did a good enough job because not 2 minutes later, he was shaking and screaming and splattering little sperms all over my chest. I wanted to throw up, but I held it in.
“Fuck, fuck Zac…” He lay down on top of my chest again and closed his tired eyes. I sensed that he had no more energy in making me cum, so I pulled out of him, wrapped my arms around his back, and ran my fingers up and down his spine until he fell out of consciousness. I won’t even mention the terrible case of blue-balls I developed after that, because hey, sometimes you gotta sacrifice for love.
-------------------------------
Taylor spent the rest of that winter break week following me around like a lost puppy. We went to see a movie together, we went for lunch, we went to a park near our home…we basically did everything we could to stay out of the house and just be.
It was odd to hold his hand when we walked- he really liked to be in close contact like that. I'd never even held any of my girlfriends’ hands in public and this was much more dangerous, but it remained virtually impossible to deny him the touches he wanted. We strolled down the streets of Tulsa with our fingers locked, ignoring the sneers and grunts that met us. Taylor was used to being made to feel like an outcast, so to him, snubs weren’t anything unusual even if they did sting…for me, well, it hurt.
I tried to hide my uneasiness with the public affection we were showing because although we were receiving negative attention for it, it made me realize how much I loved my brother. Who else would I potentially embarrass myself for? Not just anyone…only someone special, like him.
I just wish things could've stayed that simple.

Profile

teamzaylor: (Default)
teamzaylor

December 2015

S M T W T F S
  12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Oct. 22nd, 2017 04:33 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios