Got A Hold Of Me - Part One
Taylor paced back and forth in his hotel room, he'd been pacing for the past half hour, one of the guys at his brothers concert had given him some LSD Shrooms. Taylor had never had them before and was still waiting for them to kick in. He was nervous and sweaty, he rubbed his clammy hands together and sighed a bit. He felt so fucking nervous at that point. He licked at his now dry lips and bit down on his lower one, his teeth digging in hard. He giggled a bit and looked around, everything felt different, slightly slower, he giggled again and sat down hard on the floor, laughing at how much his ass hurt right then. He wriggled his ass against the floor and giggled again at the funny tingles from the carpet. So he looked at the carpet and laughed even harder, his sides starting to hurt from laughing so much. He lay his face down on the carpet and rubbed his cheek against it with a rather happy smirk on his face. He wondered if it tasted any different. He smelt it, it smelt like... he smelt it again and giggled, it smelt like feet. He laughed at this and lent down to lick it, his tongue stuck right out as he started to lean his mouth towards the floor.
Unlike Taylor, after the concert, Zac didn't return to the hotel room right away. Instead, he hung around backstage with his good friend Frankie, just laughing over nothing and particular, and going over beats with Frankie on a discarded, dusty drum set in the corner of the dark, dingy room the pair was hanging out in. Zac liked to take time out after concerts to just hang out and be his normal self, whether he was just talking with a couple of friends or running around doing stupid shit for kicks.
After a while though, Zac's eyes grew heavy, and he couldn't keep himself from yawning every couple of seconds. The first leg of their new tour had just kicked off, and Zac was beginning to feel the long hours and all the work take an affect on him. Not to mention all the bitching and nagging from his wife, Kate. He knew he shouldn't stay out much longer considering that he and his brothers would have a show the following night, not to mention whatever else would be thrown in there during the day. After saying his goodnights to Frankie, he called Kate back in Oklahoma who had "better things to do than be dragged around from city to city", to let her know the show went well, and to wish her a goodnight, figuring he'd be the good husband, even though they were going through a lot of issues invisible to those around them. By the time he got off his cell though, he wished he hadn't called her at all so he wouldn't have had to listen to her bitch and whine about every single little damn thing. Next time, he decided, he wouldn't even call her. Zac walked the couple of blocks to the hotel instead of taking his Subaru, figuring the fresh, crisp night air would do him some good. After taking the elevator, Zac walked the couple steps to his and Taylor's hotel room, and twisted the doorknob, only to find an obviously high Taylor sprawled out on the carpet, tongue ready to taste the nasty thing. Suddenly, he wasn't so tired anymore; this was something definitely staying up for. Zac leaned his head against the doorframe, hands folded loosely against his chest. "Taylor. What. The fuck. Are you doing?"
Taylor looked up, his eyes widening as he saw something similar to Zac standing in the door. He chuckled and looked down at the moving carpet. "Rug munching..." He muttered and busted out laughing again. He rubbed his cheek against the floor again, then rolled onto his back. Then he turned back and really did lick the floor, his nose wrinkling at the taste. "Doesn't taste as good as it looked..."
Zac's thick eyebrows flew up in amusement as he rested his weight on his right hip. "Rug munching, Tay?" Zac was biting down on his trembling lip to keep from busting out laughing. Only for a couple of seconds did it work before Zac's fist was pounding on the door as he howled in laughter at Taylor's reply, and just Taylor in general. God, Taylor was a idiot. One thing was for sure, though, he could always count on Taylor to lift his spirits up, no matter what was wrong with him.
Taylor walked over to the door and looked at Zac warily. "Stop moving you dumbass..." He muttered pulling him inside and closing the door, but not before licking the door. "How come nothing tastes as good as it looks?”
"Um, no Taylor, I'm sure that it doesn't taste good. I'm not sure that something that holds millions of millions of germs is supposed to taste good, you know," he replied after his laughter died down. The laughter hadn't left his eyes though. How could it with Taylor around? As Taylor stumbled onto his feet demanding for him to stop moving before he pulled him inside and licking the door, all he could do was grin and shake his head. "Well, Taylor, I'm sure if you tried licking, you know, normal things, like, I dunno...try food...maybe, just maybe, you'll find something that looks AND tastes good too!" Zac mocked, still way too amused by this whole situation.
Taylor looked at him funny, Zac's skin was glowing, or was it cos he was high? "You look good... but you're not exactly food." He wrinkled his nose and leaned over licking a path up the side of Zac's face before thoughtfully walking towards the kitchen.
Zac's smile slowly faded as the statement replayed over in his mind, especially that first part. But, Taylor was just high, he didn't mean what he was saying, he didn't even KNOW what he was saying. Zac shrugged it off, there was no use making a big deal out of something that hardly mattered. Then, Taylor went and licked a path up the side of his face, and Zac couldn't figure out why there were small tingles shooting down his spine. They were small, but they were still there, nonetheless. Zac stood there dumbfounded as Taylor walked towards the kitchen.
Taylor opened the fridge and started to pull everything out onto the floor, picking up things to taste them, everything tasted gross, and his mouth felt like rubber. "Zaaac." he whined, "Everything tastes funny..." He picked up a chocolate bar and bit into it, before spitting it out again.
What could this boy possibly be on when chocolate tasted horrible? Was that even possible? Zac watched him in amazement, wondering what crazy thing he'd do next.
Taylor felt like he was going to cry. nothing was as it was supposed to be. He got up and left the food where it was, walking towards the glowing lamp, he sat down on the bed and started switching it off and on, his eyes blinking everytime he turned it on. "I still don't know why everything tastes so fucking gross..." he muttered.
When Taylor started flicking the light off and on though, Zac snapped out of it and went to sit beside Taylor, grabbing his wrists and keeping them still in his lap. "Tay..." He didn't know why he asked what he asked next; maybe it was because he was tired, and because Taylor wouldn't remember. Maybe it was because he was just curious to know the answer. Maybe it was all those things. "Do I taste good?"
Taylor looked at him rather strangely, considering his question. "Lemmie check.." And he leaned forward and slowly licked at the other side of Zac's face again. He pulled back just a little, his breath on Zac's face as he thought about it. "Yes... different, sweet and salty, did you walk? You taste like fresh air and sweat and it tastes better than the stupid chocolate.. how come the food tastes like shit and you taste good?" Taylor asked looking into Zac's face his face curious.
The tingles returned to tickle Zac's spine, though they were heavier this time as Taylor's tongue made contact with Zac's face. "I-I did...walk, I mean." Why had he asked Taylor in the first place? Now, he was just plain uncomfortable in more ways than one. Again, he couldn't explain why. Why did he taste good to Taylor, but food didn't? And if he was sweaty, why did Taylor like that? "Because you're high out of your mind, Taylor," he answered simply enough, though his breath seemed to be catching in his throat.
"I'm high that's right... but I was never in my mind..." Taylor said and leaned forward to lick Zac again, his tongue rasping over Zac's jaw. He didn't really think what he was doing as being wrong, he was high as hell and he wanted to lick everything, to find a taste he liked. And so far Zac was the only thing that tasted any good.
" Well, that's obvious! Um, T-Tay...you're licking me again..." Did Taylor even realize what he was doing? Was he that high? And why didn't Zac mind as much as he should have? "Tay....wh-what did you take?" he stuttered. He didn't think he'd ever seen Taylor this bad before.
"I know.." Taylor muttered and continued doing it, it was entoxicating, Zac smelt and tasted good, he knew that Zac was his brother, but for some reason, his mind and body still pushed him to keep it up. So he he just wrapped his arms around Zac and buried his face into Zac's neck to try and stop himself from licking him. "Shrooms.. that new guitar dude... urgh..." He murmured his lips brushing against the skin on Zac neck.
He knew? And what the hell, shrooms? But Zac was in no state to argue right then. Zac swallowed hard, and Taylor wrapped his arms around him and mumbled into his neck. Zac's eyes widened, before the lids concealed half of them. Too bad his tight jeans didn't do much to conceal what was supposed to be hidden there.
"U-hum...T-Tay?"
he was wrong about it helping, it was making it worse, now Zac's scent invaded his nose. "I'm sorry.." He muttered and then opened his mouth to taste Zac's neck. It was salty sweet, addictive almost, his tongue rasped at the skin. He didn't even know what he was doing until his mouth clamped over the skin, sucking softly. 'what the fuck was he doing? This was Zac!' but he couldn't seem to stop. "Sorry." He repeated tightening his arms, and pressing his face into Zac's neck, afraid he'd hit him or even worse hate him.
Taylor apologized repeatedly, but kept on going, even went as far as to suck on his neck-not just lick it, but suck on it. There was no way that Zac could suppress the moan that made it's way past his lips, even though he tried. "I-It's, okay," Zac's words were soft and slow as he lifted a hand to nervously pat Taylor's back to comfort him. He wanted Taylor to stop because he didn't know what was going to happen; at the same time, he didn't want Taylor to stop for the same reason.
When Zac didn't yell at him, or hit him, but told him it was okay and even went as far as to pat him on the back. Taylor took that as a sign to continue, he couldn't stop if he tried and the moan that fell from Zac's lips made the already hardening bulge in his pants harden more. God, he couldn't think straight and now he was horny. Which wasn't Zac's fault or anything, but now all Taylor wanted to do was take it out on Zac. So that's exactly what he did, he moved closer and sucked harder at the skin on Zac's neck, running his tongue over the soft skin. He moaned softly, the moan muffled by Zac's skin, he ran his tongue upwards, tasting his skin all the way up his neck.
Oh, God, why was Taylor doing this to him? He was mortified, he was petrified, and he loved it. Having Taylor's lips close on the sensitive skin on his neck and just suck was more than Zac could handle. More than his pants could handle, because they certainly weren't becoming looser, or drier, for that matter. Sharp breaths puffed through Zac's lips as he let his neck snap back, let his eyes flutter shut. The next time he opened them. he noticed his fingers were twining themselves in Taylor's hair, involuntarily. But his hair was so soft, smooth and cool between his fingers, he just let them stay there. They tightened their grip once Taylor moaned, and he couldn't help from squeaking out a small, high pitched whimper.
He nipped at the skin on Zac's neck softly, he tasted so good. He licked him again, flicking his tongue up towards Zac's ear, he wondered what else on Zac tasted good. His eyes widened at his thoughts, but he was always the impulsive one and just decided to taste and see. He grabbed Zac's arm and licked at the inside of his elbow and made his way up, a soft frown marring his pretty face as he tasted the soft skin.
Taylor soon moved his mouth to his arm, and though it was weird to be licked there, he found that for some reason, it turned him on more, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. "God, Tay," Zac whispered. He couldn't do much else as a ball of fire rolled through his body, spreading heat throughout him. He let his hands drop to Taylor's hips and squeeze them lightly before trailing up under the hem of Taylor's shirt and tickling the skin there. This was wrong, it had to be. At this point, however, wrong was not something Zac could tell from right.
It wasn't enough. He leaned forward and non too gently pulled Zac's head backwards by his hair, his tongue rasping at the front of zac's throat, softly sucking at his adams apple. God he couldn't get enough. Zac's reactions were driving him nuts, but in the best way ever. Not even realizing what he was doing Taylor straddled Zac and moved his mouth to Zac's ear with a soft moan as Zac's fingers touched his sweltering skin. He felt so hot at that point he was sure his skin was red. In fact it almost burnt, but it felt so fucking good.
"Aw, shit, Tayyy.." Just as soon as Taylor was on Zac's lap did Zac begin tilting his hips up to meet his. The hell with what was wrong, what was right. As long as they kept this up, what did it matter? It felt good, better than Zac had felt in a long time, since he could remember. Then again, he couldn't recall much of anything just then; the only thing on his mind was what he wanted to do to Taylor and how he wanted to do it.
Taylor sucked at Zac's earlobe, thoughts occasionally entering his mind telling him it was wrong, but by this time he didn't think he could stop. He''d leave that to Zac. Taylor would never force anything on anyone, he didn't even think he was capable of it. He moved his hips closeer to Zac's insinctively, a moan spilling from between parted lips into Zac's ear as he pushed his own hands up under Zac's band T-shirt. "Fuuuck.." He breathed before nipping at Zac's earlobe and dipping his tongue against it.
As Taylor nibbled and sucked on Zac's ear, he moaned and lightly scratched his nails down Taylor's back before bringing them around to Taylor's front. There, he smoothed them over his torso, up to his chest, where he thumbed over Taylor's nipples, bringing them to protruding points that poked through Taylor's shirt. Speaking of which, he needed to do something about the whole shirt thing. He wanted to feel Taylor's skin flush against his.
Taylor moaned loudly this time as Zac's nails scraped down his back, the feeling was thrilling, the tilting of Zac's hips and the feeling of Zac's thumbs over his nipples making them tighten and sending a hot burning feeling pooling down into his groin. "Awww fuck fuck fuck!" He muttered and pulled his own shirt over his head, pulling Zac's off as well, before shoving his mouth down on zac's sucking widly at his lips, as their hot gazes met.
The next couple of things happened so fast, Zac didn't even know they were coming. In just a matter of seconds, Taylor had moaned, stripped his shirt off and Zac's, and had crashed their lips together while digging his hips into Zac's. Zac's eyes widened as they stared into Taylor's while they kissed wildly. This was so unexpected, but he wanted it, liked feeling Taylor's hot breath enter his mouth while his supple lips opened and closed over his.
Taylor moaned loudly and he bucked his hips down towards Zac's the leather of his pants feeling tight and confining, he wanted to be closer, much closer. So close there wasn't an inch between them, well except Zac's inches... Taylor smirked and rocked his hips against Zac's as he thrust his tongue into Zac's mouth eagerly.
He liked those sexy little noises spilling from those lips.
He also liked how their hips were bumping together causing their hard-ons to painfully crash into the other's, and how their bodies became covered in a fine sheet of sweat as their nude upper bodies rubbed together. "Awww, FUCK, Taylor! God damn, this is good," Zac moaned on his brother's lips. Good was an understatement.
"Fuck me... its better than good... oh god its... no words..." Taylor muttered breathlessly into Zac's mouth. He whimpered and slid his hot hands over Zac's soft chest, "Touch me Zaac.." he whimpered as he ground their hips together wildly, his head falling back as the sensations slid over him, tantalizingly sweet. "Fuuuck..." The roof swirled above him making him almost swoon, he sighed rapidly and pushed his hips into Zac's.
Well, god damn, Taylor was desperately horny. Zac wanted to ask him what he was on, what he had taken that resulted in him being all over him, but he didn't. If he asked that, it all might have stopped, and while that probably would've been for the better, he didn't want that to happen. He didn't remember that he'd already asked Taylor, because he couldn't think straight. Loud moans that he didn't even try to stifle exited his lips while his hips crashed into Taylor's roughly. "Fucking shit!" Maybe "Fuck" wasn't the best word for him to say. Or Taylor. Because he'd be lying if he said it hadn't crossed his mind during the past couple of minutes.
Taylor looked back down into Zac's eyes and moaned as he felt himself get even harder, he felt like he was going to explode. He ran his hands through Zac's hair and tugged his head back a bit as he lowered his mouth and kissed him slowly and sensually, almost seducing him. "Pleease touch me..." He purred into Zac's lips.
The fingers of one of Zac's hands were curled around Taylor's belt buckle while he let the other hand trail up Taylor's leathered thigh until he reached the ever-growing bulge there, which he cupped in his hand, letting his thumb rub back and forth over the area. "What about this...how does this feel?" Zac asked him breathily, his eyes becoming heavy with lust and want.
Taylor moaned loudly and bit at his lip, drawing blood as Zac cupped his cock through the leather of his pants, sending a gasp from his lips and a growl through his chest. "G-god YESSS.." He hissed, it wasn't what he was expecting, he'd only wanted Zac to touch his, face his chest, any where really, but this was oh so way better. He slid a hand down and did the same to Zac, groaning loudly, as he felt Zac's hard on through his jeans.
Zac hadn't expected that he'd get such pleasure out of touching Taylor there, but he did. Taylor was so incredibly hard, it seemed as if he would burst through the confines of his leather pants at any moment. Add on the fact that he was the one making Taylor this way (or maybe it was the drugs, but he wanted credit for it), and he was sure he'd cream his pants, thinking about it.And he was sure he'd cream his pants as Taylor cupped his erection and a sexy moan left his lips. Taylor's palms rubbing against his-
"ohmygod,Tayyyy," Zac whined, thrusting his hips to meet Taylor's palm. "You're making...me hot, Tay." God, he felt like he would just. Explode listening to Taylor's noises and watching and feeling him move. Nothing ever. Felt as good as this did.
Taylor rubbed him with his palm and moaned again, before crushing his lips back on Zac's as their hands worked at each other, rubbing and groping. "Fuuuck Zaac... you're making me hot..." He whimpered his his hips thrusting into Zac's hand as he hooked his spare hand in Zac's hair twirling the strands in between his fingertips and running his fingers and hand over Zac's scalp as he kissed him, running his tongue over Zac’s teeth and lips.
As they kissed and thrust, Zac wondered, no, Zac knew that there were thing that were even better than this. He wanted those things that were even better, though he wouldn't voice it. Although his actions spoke what his mouth would not.
Taylor made a slight squeaking sound as as his dick to twitched in his pants. He moaned loudly and pushed Zac onto his back, showering kisses over his face and chest. He wanted more and he wanted it now, though he wasn't sure what he wanted, he'd never been with a guy in his life, let alone a brother.
"Ugh, TAY-lor!" Zac cried out, sinking his head into the pillow beneath it and scrunching his eyes shut tightly as their hips grinded with each other's. It seemed unreal that just a little while ago, he was backstage after their concert, hanging out with his best friend, and now, here he was, laying on his back on a hotel bed while his lay over him. If someone were to tell him that would be the way of things, he'd have laughed and shot down anything like that ever happening, and probably send the person off with a "Fuck you".
Zac's little moans urged him on and Taylor spread Zac's legs so he could lay between them he moved Zac's hands to his sides, twining his fingers with Zac's as he lay on him, grinding his erection hard into Zac's with a moan. His lips finding Zac's again, he sucked Zac's lower lip into his mouth and made a mewling sound. "Fuck shit... holymotherofall...fuck." He almost cried at the sensation, his eyes actually tearing up.