Flawed Design - Eighty Six
Title: Flawed Design (86)
Part: Eighty-Six
POV: Zac
Pairing: Zaylor (Zac/Taylor)
Genre: Hancest
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some sexy sexy boy love. Do I need to say more?
Authors Notes: This chapter felt like pulling teeth...so if it's shitty, be gentle. Working retail at Christmas is pretty draining.
Word Count: 3022
The day had passed in a blur, as if someone had a hit a 'fast forward' button the minute that we'd stepped into the venue. I'd forgotten, the way it felt to get swept up in so much activity that you lose yourself to it. Your sense of time - or lack there of, I should say, completely shifts and hours feel like mere minutes. One minute, I'd been at the sound check and the next, I had been watching the curtain fall from behind my Pearl loner kit.
And as fast as the day had been, it had also come with it's fair share of bumps. It took awhile to get the drum kit adjusted and I couldn't help but feel the impatience of the band as they waited for me to get it right. Fortunately, my skills had remained sharp over the years, despite a lack of practise. I was able to learn the songs - the basics of them, but this hadn't been quite 'enough'... I'd felt, for all of the members of the band. Apparently, Bun-E had found a way to switch up the chorus on one of the faster songs - Kind of a Girl, but no one knew how to quite describe to me what it was he was doing, and when I got creative and tried my own techniques, Adam shook his head. Taylor shot me several sympathetic looks, but when he hadn't stood up for me, I can't deny that it stung a little.
I pushed past the bitterness, feeling the pre-concert jitters starting to set in as we sat around a table in a restaurant. I listened as the other guys ordered huge meals and remembered how hungry I'd felt not long before. The feeling had been replaced by one of anxiety, my stomach tossing and turning in knots as I tried to coax myself into relaxing. Performing on an empty stomach would mean sabotage and so I ordered a hamburger with french fries and gravy, even though I doubted my ability to finish it. We waited awhile for our food, I listened to the conversation without adding too much, mostly just sitting in silence as I measured my breathing. By the time the huge and greasy plate was set down in front of me, I had conjured up a bit of an appetite and ate as much as I possibly could.
Time seemingly sped up another notch as we rushed from the restaurant, watching the clock the entire time until we reached the venue. We didn't have much time, so we quickly shed our street clothes and changed into the outfits that we'd left out. I hadn't known what to pack; when I'd performed with Hanson, to say that I'd dressed "casually" would have been an understatement. Tinted Windows would be something else entirely, I had known and expected, but I hadn't quite known how to prepare for it. I glanced around, taking note of the vest that Taylor was wearing and the blazer that James was slipping into. Adam was buttoning up a jacket as well and I began to feel nervous again as I pulled on my black checked button up shirt. I'd chosen a pair of tight black jeans; much like the ones that Taylor was wearing - in red. The red jeans that hugged every inch of his long legs, especially snug right between his thighs and I knew if I kept staring I'd never get the buttons done. Even more humiliating, was the burning look that Taylor had cast me, seemingly noticing my gazing and I counted myself extra lucky that no one else had noticed. One of my first lessons in hiding part of myself. Of ourselves. I swallowed as I joined the band for the pre-show huddle and grouping. There was no time left for worry, it was simply time to rock.
The audience had been about as large as I'd been prepared for, and a little smaller than the majority of the shows that I'd played before. Tinted Windows wasn't exactly an overnight take off, but the fans that were there were quite obviously passionate - I felt a most obvious weight in my stomach as I wondered how many of them were the "long lost" Hanson fans that Taylor had mentioned. Goosebumps, were what crawled up and down my arms, as I listened to him talk about the desperate sounding girls that had approached him backstage and at random as well - would Hanson be making a come back as well? It made me wonder 'what if' more times than I care to admit, but I knew in my heart that the answer was in stone.
The first song slipped by in a blur, I lost myself to the adrenaline, to the screaming fans and Taylor's screaming as well. He sounded really good; yet different as well, than I remembered. I had been previously worried that performing with the band would feel hauntingly similar to playing with just my brothers, but it was a different experience all together. I felt no connection to James nor to Adam, not paying any more attention to them than I absolutely needed to in order to keep up with the songs. But Taylor had been a different story - a different challenge all together. I couldn't help it when my eyes wanted to linger on the sway of his hips, if I got caught up in the way he he was so caught up.
It felt like something magical almost, to see Taylor at what I'd consider his absolute peak. Performing has always been something that came naturally to him, he was always the confident speaker, the one to take charge, and to see him sing his heart out in front of me and a couple of hundred people, it was like seeing him in a different colour of light, it was the same wonderful him but in a new way. It made me fall in love with him in a hundred ways I had always known and yet maybe forgotten a little bit. It felt like something that words can't quite describe... I just know that I wore a smile for the entire show.
After the first song, it felt as though I could begin to breathe again. I relaxed more and more as the show progressed, each song feeling easier than the one that had come before it. I made it through each and every single one without any major hiccups, I'd kept my style conservative yet effective, and judging from the way the crowd reacted, I could only believe that I'd succeeded. It had felt like barely any time had passed at all when I finished the last drum roll of the final song, listening as the crowd erupted in grateful roars of excitement. I couldn't help but feel a little awkward recieving the praise - the songs were not mine, nor was I a permanent fixture of the band. Never the less, I joined the other members of Tinted Windows at the front of the stage for our last bow and pretended as though I was one of them.
After the show, the feeling of inclusion quickly melted away. I couldn't help but feel my ears burn when I overheard Taylor, James and Adam discussing their plans to head to a popular LA night club for some drinks and... I hadn't really been sure what else, but I hadn't really been curious to find out either. I slipped into the change rooms and had a quick shower, nearly jumping out of my skin when I found Taylor waiting for me when I stepped out. My heart had been pounding as I watched him move, quick and cat like, locking the door and then slinking over to me. Before I'd even known what was happening, I felt my bare shoulders collide with the hard wall. My spine was pressed up against cement and he was in the front, warm and soft, his mouth found mine and we shared the fiery kiss that had been pent up for so long.
"Tay..." I groaned, wrapping my arms around him as my heart sped out of control, our lips moving desperately against one another and when I finally tasted his tongue, I felt my knees begin to buckle.
Days and days of longing and missing, nights alone craving his touch and wishing for nothing but the warmth of his body pressed against mine. Hours and hours of waiting, all tied up in this one moment and it felt like it was speeding, slipping through my hands before I could even really get a grasp on it. I wanted to savour every moment, every second, as his fingers roamed desperately over my chest, I could feel the trembles and quivers behind his touch as he yanked at my towel and let it fall to the floor, raking his fingers down over my chest.
"I want you..." I mumbled.
Without thinking about the fact that the rest of the band was within the same venue, that we were far from the safety of our bedroom in Manhatten or any other repercussion, I allowed him to press his lips to my neck. Closing my eyes, I surrendered myself to him, my knees buckling, my body quivering, as he pressed a damp trail of greatly missed kisses along the side of my neck. There was much tenderness, plenty of pent up emotion, within each and every caress of his lips on my skin. But there was no time to savour any of it. My heart pounded every second that he spent, teasing his way down my upper body, gasping when his lips gingerly captured one of my dark chocolate coloured nipples and suckled at it. Twisting my fingers into his thick damp hair, I felt the quivers and tremors of his own body, the way that he was practically shaking with need by the time he reached the soft hair that lined my navel.
"P-please..."
Had I tried, I would have been unable to find a memory of a time that Taylor had been more... submissive, than he'd been then. It was a little foreign; my lover would usually be the one to take the reins, so to speak, but that night it felt as though I held all of the power within my hands. There had been something about the look in his dark blue eyes as he gazed up at me, wrapping his fingers delicately around the shaft of my cock and just watching me, waiting in pause for some sort of request, a command. I swallowed and let out a shaky breath.
"Please Tay..."
"Tell me..." Taylor whispered, leaning down and then pressing his lips against the swollen and dampened head of my cock. I felt myself nearly come undone, sparks of pleasure ripping their way up my knees to my hips, I thought of twisting my fingers more violently in his hair and pushing him towards my cock. But the shyer, the more realistic side of me, simply stared at him, a little frozen.
"Do you want this...?" Taylor suggested for me, sensing my hesitation as he eased the head of my cock into his mouth.
"Fuck!" I groaned. "Yes..."
"Mmmhh..." Taylor moaned appreciatively, guiding my cock between his lips with a confidence that took me a little by surprise. He was able to dominate me, take control of me, even when it was me that he'd handed the power over to. Leave it to Taylor to still possess the ability to take me places that I'd never been before.
Leaning back against the wall, I kept my eyes closed, an attempt to seal myself off from reality as much as I could. It hadn't felt quite real, and it certainly hadn't felt like anything I'd felt before. The constant anxiety that someone with a key to the room would come in, would catch us, it made my heart pound out of control. But I was powerless to stop him, and it hadn't been as if I wanted to either. As risky as it was, I needed the way that his mouth felt, moving confidently along my length. Taylor knew, from seasoned practice, time after time together, every which way to move his lips and his tongue that I liked the most. Due to his expertise, he was able to be rather efficient, or at least. that's how my body had chose to react.
"T-Tay..." I moaned out his name in a stammering gasp, my body quivering as he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. Daring to open my eyes, I found him looking up at me attentively, wide eyed and doe like, his blue eyes were so soft and familiar and my body softened just enough that I could relax a little.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I composed myself enough to guide my hands into his hair. Taylor moaned appreciatively, obviously liking the way that I was able to star to take control again, guiding him gently as he bobbed his head and took me in his mouth over and over. I moved my hips gingerly, timing my thrusts with his own movements so that I was never rough, but when I started to feel the pleasure building, I became a little more eager. Sensing my growing need, Taylor guided one of his hands between my thighs and I held my breath as I felt his touch wander backwards. I closed my eyes again as I felt his fingers slip between my cheeks. I had been a little damp from my shower still, and Taylor didn't need to do more than rub his finger against my entrance for just a few seconds before I felt myself tumble dangerously close to the edge.
"Tay! Fuck..." I groaned. "I'm-"
"Mmmmh..." Taylor moaned appreciatively, pushing his finger inside of me. "Come for me" He said before swallowing my cock eagerly and twisting his finger just enough to send me reeling.
Trembling, I mumbled a couple of curses under my breath as Taylor used his tongue to lavishly clean up any stray dribbles that he might have missed. With my body still thrumming with pleasure, my mind foggy and everything feeling warm, I felt him slide up, his body leaning against mine and then the softness of his mouth pressed to my lips - bringing me back to reality. I sighed and opened my eyes, feeling more exhausted than ever. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a huge bed with a thick duvet - and Taylor.
"Thanks..." I mumbled.
"My pleasure" Taylor smirked in a cheeky way before pressing his lips gingerly to mine one more time. "I've been wanting to do that all day..."
I smiled lazily. "I can relate..." I stifled a yawn. "That and sleep."
Taylor laughed. "Yeah." His tone sounded a little dry. "I'm exhausted too..."
"Shall we head back to the hotel soon...?" I whispered, stupidly assuming and forgetting that of course, it would not be so simple. The near instant shift of emotions on Taylor's face was like a little slap of realization.
"Uh..." Taylor swallowed. "Adam and I were going to head to the bar..."
The bar? It was my first night in the city and he wanted to go out with Adam? It had been impossible not to feel instinctively hurt, but the look on his face and my bit of common sense, slowly returning to me, reminded me that I really had no place. As far as anyone knew, there was no reason for him to rush back to the hotel - to be with me, no less. I swallowed and stared at him, unsure of what to say.
"You can come with us if you want" Taylor offered, seemingly thinking that I felt left out.
I shook my head. "Nah... not my thing."
He knew that without having to be reminded and he simply nodded.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Tay?"
Taylor looked to me, skin pale and eyes wide. Adam had been on the other side of the door and as far as he knew, there was no reason that I should be naked with Taylor in the room. Looking around, I saw the little bathroom stall and made a dash over to it, tucking myself inside. With my heart racing, I listened as Taylor shuffled over to the door and opened it up.
"Have you not even showered yet?" I heard Adam's voice.
Taylor chuckled and then rattled off some sly excuse about a phone call, I have always been envious of how smooth he is able to come across in any situation. Sure enough, Adam bought the lie and after a few more minutes of conversation and negotiation about the plans for the evening, I heard the door close and heard a distinctive sigh of relief. I quickly pulled on the pile of clothes that I'd left myself to change into.
"That was close." I mumbled, stepping out of the bathroom and smoothing down the hem of my t shirt.
"I need to get going... James is going back to the hotel if you want to get a ride with him, there's a car service waiting outside." Taylor informed me. "I need to get ready for the club."
"I thought you were going to a bar...?" I wondered out loud.
Taylor just shrugged. "Bar. Club. Same difference, right?" Another cheeky smile.
I simply nodded. "I guess I'll see you later?" I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice but it was obvious that I wasn't successful when I saw the way that Taylor's smile crumpled into a frown.
"I'll stop by later to kiss you goodnight."