Got A Hold Of Me - Part Three

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 Taylor looked at Zac, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed. He started to push his hips into Zac's, his hand stroking over Zac's cock as he breathlessly moaned. He pressed his lips down onto Zac's and kissed him as he started to slowly move in and out of him, sweat trickling down his forehead. "G-god Zac you feel so freaking good..." He moaned into Zac's hot mouth, he tasted so good. And this felt so good, how could it be wrong when it felt so good?

Zac felt the sensations all at once, Taylor pushing into him someplace where nothing and no one had ever been, felt his smooth hand cup his seriously aching cock, felt Taylor's thin lips on his plumper ones, his hot breath mingling with Zac's own. And he thought the head had been good, but this, nothing compared to what he was experiencing right then. In a way, it was like he was a virgin all over again, scared, yet excited, anxious, yet never wanting it to end. He couldn't answer as Taylor spoke sweet words to him, couldn't remember how to get his lips to work for something other than kissing Taylor's smooth, sensuous lips.

Taylor whimpered softly, his eyes rolling a bit as he dropped one hand down to lift Zac's hips up, so he could thrust deep into him. Sliding his tongue into Zac's mouth he groaned as their tongue tangled as he thrust deeper into him, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. He moved his hips in a slight circle. "Fuuuuck... Zachary, wrap your legs around me." He gasped as he stroked his hand over Zac's throbbing, dripping cock. "Mmm, so good." He groaned and sucked Zac's bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue travelling over the hot delicate skin.

The burn Zac had been feeling in his crotch was now rapidly spreading to the point where Zac's body hurt with the heat. It was a beautiful pain though, he learned, a pain he wanted over and over again. He'd been whimpering and moaning since they'd started, but once Taylor pulled his hips up and demanded for Zac to wrap his legs around his waist, and Zac did, the screams really poured out from his mouth, and he did absolutely nothing to try to either stop them or even quiet them. He figured while Taylor devoured his lips that maybe if he pivoted his hips in circles beneath Taylor's thrusting hips, both could get even more pleasure out of it. He soon discovered he'd been right, judging from the sounds elicited from their mouths.

Taylor started panting when Zac pivoted his hips in a circle as he thrust into him, a sexy burning sensation in his groin. licking at his lips he pulled away for a breath. He looked down into Zac's eyes as he thrust harder into him, moving his hips in tiny little circles as he thrust. "OOOooh god..." He whimpered, his eyes closing a bit as he pushed into Zac's tight firm ass. "Shhiiiiit Zachary." He gasped and tugged at Zac's co ck faster, rubbing his thumb over the precum covered head. "I-is that good?" He asked breathlessly as he looked down into Zac's caramel eyes.

Zac slammed his head into the pillow beneath it, arching his neck and scunching his eyes shut as Taylor penetrated him harder and deeper, his sticky hand attacking Zac's pulsating length relentlessly. Was it good? Was it GOOD? "Good" didn't begin to cover what Zac was feeling, not in the slightest. "Aw, it's fucking great, Tay." It was almost too great; Zac didn't know what to do with these powerful feelings but grunt and moan and move with Taylor; it was all he could do.

"G-good.." Taylor breathed harshly before capturing Zac's mouth with his again. He thrust hard into him, feeling Zac's tight walls around his throbbing c ock. He ground their hips together, mo ans pouring from his parted lips. Good go this was perfection, it was as if his body was throbbing more with each thrust that he made, it was wonderful. heaven. He grunted and thrust harder and harder, the bed moving under them. He pulled his lips away again as he flicked his head backwards trying to get his hair out of his face as he moved faster, sweat shimmering on his bare chest. He squeezed his hand around zac's dripping cock and moaned.

"Oh, God, Tayyyy," Zac whined. Taylor was taking him to new levels, higher levels that'd never before been reached, at least not by Zac. Yet, even with all of this, he was greedy, wanting even more of Taylor somehow, and determined to get it. "Harder, Tay...God. go deeper," Zac rapsed, throwing his hips up to Taylor's, his slimy cock slipping in Taylor's hands as he thrust harder and faster. "F-fuck, Taylor," he hissed through gritted teeth, "Give. It. To. Me."

Taylor panted and thrust into him harder, fucking him with gusto, his hips plunging down into Zac's ass. He moaned and pushed deeper and deeper. "You want me to fuck you hard Zachary, you want me to... urgh ohhh shhiiit." He moved even harder, faster and deeper. Sweat mingled in his hair as he licked his lips. "Oh god yes... stroke yourself, but dont cum.. I wanna taste you." Taylor demanded as he let go of Zac's hard co ck to grab at zac's hips, thrusting deeper as he lifted Zac's hips up to meet his thrusts, slamming harder into him with every thrust.

And there Taylor went again, calling him so sexily by his full name. "UGH, TAY-lor, FUCK ME!!!!" Zac shouted at the top of his lungs. His sweaty body flopped up and down, his hips quickly rising off the bed and then slamming back down on it so hard, the bed moaned beneath their weight, almost as loudly as Zac was mo aning. "aww, shitshitshitshitshit..." Upon request, Zac grabbed his shaft in his hand and pumped it like there was no tomorrow. Breathing was a thing of the past, and Zac's face was so red, it was almost purple. Much like his ridiculously engorged cock which was begging for release.

Taylor fucked him harder his breathing coming faster and faster, he was soo close. "Zaaachary, I'm close..." He whispered, almost sounding like a purr. He grunted and thrust harder, their bodies crashing together as he watched Zac stroke himself with greedy eyes.

Zac's mouth remained shut, he knew that if he so much as uttered another sound, made any extra movements, no matter how slight they might be, that he would bust. Instead, he let Taylor hold his hips in place and ram into him at ridiculous levels. Taylor's darkened blue eyes bored into his own, and he knew the cloudy lusty look in Taylor's eyes had to have mirrored his.*

Taylor cried out, his cheeks reddening as he felt the pull. His hips slammed into Zac's as he blew his load deep into Zac, whimpers falling from his parted lips. He thrust a couple more times before pulling out to drop his mouth down over Zac's dripping cock head. He pulled Zac's hand away as he deep throated him with a loud moan. "Mmmgawwwd." He murmuered around him. The precum mingling with his spit.

Zac's hands tore at his own hair as Taylor pummeled into him a couple more times before his hot cum seared through Zac's insides, melting him. "Fuuuuuucccck, Tayyyyy!!!!!!" Barely had Zac gotten finished his first round of crying out before his dick was between Taylor's parted red lips; no, past his lips, practically down Taylor's throat. He could't help but buck his hips into Taylor's mouth until he came longer and harder than he could ever recall, stars and fireworks and flashes of vivid color bursting behind his closed eyelids as he let an air piercing scream leave his mouth.

Taylor sucked Zac clean, surprised rather at the taste, it wasn't unpleasent at all, not like he thought it might be. He lifted his mouth up and pressed his mouth to zac's in a passionate kiss, his breathing still coming in soft gasps. "God... that was..." He had no words so he couldn't even finish his sentance.

Zac could taste his own seed on Taylor's breath as their lips moved together in an intense lip- lock. "...yea..." was Zac's response to Taylor's unfinished statement. What word could POSSIBLY be strong enough to describe what they'd just done?

Taylor sighed into Zac's lips, wrapping his arms around Zac, feeling loved for the first time in months. He placed little kisses over Zac's face as he thought about What they'd just done. he didn't regret it, anything but. He actually loved it, even if it was morally wrong, it felt so right and it wa sthen he realized how much he had been missing all these years.

Zac lay there, sharing a loving embrace with Taylor. Everything flashed through his mind, but he was too exhausted to even think clearly. He'd already been tired when he returned to the hotel, and now that he and Taylor had just had rigorous sex, he didn't think he'd be able to so much as breathe again without shutting his eyes and getting in a couple hours of sleep. Within minites, he was doing just that, curled up to Taylor, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth while sleep claimed him.

Taylor nuzzled his face into Zac's neck as he slept, and curled closer, tucking Zac close to him as he breathing evened out into sleep, his lashes lowering over blue eyes, resting against pink cheeks.

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Blinding white light seeping through the thin and airy hotel curtains caused Zac to stir the following morning, along with the disturbing dreams of himself and Taylor he'd been having through the night. But now, he thought, he'd open his eyes and prove to himself that all that he'd dreamed about had been only that, a dream, and that Taylor would be in his own bed, Zac in his like things had always been. However,when Zac opened his eyes, he found that his dreams weren't far from reality, and that actually, what he'd remembered as dreaming had not been a dream at all, but rather what had actually happened between them. "Oh. My. GOD!" he whispered frantically, noticing their naked bodies intertwined with each other, and Taylor's arm draped around him. So this really HAD happened. This was NOT good. And not only had it happened, but Zac recalled he'd WANTED it to happen, and he'd done nothing to try to stop it. Choking on a sob, Zac wiggled our from under Taylor's embrace and stumbled onto his own bed, his body wracking with sobs, his head pounding. He'd had sex. With his brother.

Taylor felt Zac pull away from him, and he reached out in his sleep. he blinked slowly and yawned, where was Zac? He sat up and looked around. "Zac?" He stood up and grabbed a pair of boxers. He walked over to Zac's bed and sat down with a yawn, he placed his hand on zac's back. "Zac? Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked softly, rubbing his hand over Zac's back gently. He bit at his lip, worried for his loving brother. He leaned down and placed his cheek on Zac's back, "What's wrong baby?" He asked, not even realizing how upset Zac really was.

Zac visibly tensed at Taylor's touch and selected word choice, and he spun around quickly, flashing Taylor his teary eyes. "Don't you remember what we did? We...we..." Zac couldn't finish his sentence; he didn't even want to think about it, let alone voice it, which would just set it in stone. He 'd slept with his brother, liked it, and was realizing all these feelings he had for Taylor, and he just could NOT deal with that.

Taylor was hurt, Zac regretted it, he hated him. He didn't want him, he didn't want what Taylor offered. Taylor sat backwards and stepped away, his hands dropping to his side pathetically. "So that's how it is then..." He murmured and turned away and left the room, walking into the bathroom. Zac wouldn't see him cry, he wouldn't allow that.

Zac opened his mouth to say something to Taylor, but ran away, and Zac sat there frozen on the bed. He hadn't meant to hurt Taylor's feelings, but he thought maybe that Taylor had been so hopped up on shrooms, he didn't know what he was doing. But, did Taylor actually genuinly care? It wasn't the way he knew Taylor thought it was. In all honesty, Zac wanted to do it again, but it couldn't happen. It shouldn't have happened the first time. And at least Taylor had a reason: he was high out of his mind. What was Zac's reasoning behind sleeping with his brother? He hadn't been drunk, high, or anything of the sort. He hadn't backed down from Taylor's advancement, when he should've. It was almost like he'd taked adavantage of Taylor's state, and raped him, in a way. And Kate.Poor Kate, how could he DO this to her? Sure, they'd had problems, but to do this, was just inimaginable. He fought back another round of tears, but the knot in his stomach and the pulling of his heart would not let up.

Taylor sat down on the floor in the bathroom and leaned his back against the door. Zac thought it was wrong, and it was in many way, but couldn't he see that something about it must be right. He knew Zac was married but also knew that the marriage was falling apart at the seams. He hadn't even felt anything so good with natalie, but thena agin he;d been stupid and married her just because she was pregnant, which was his fault, he should of made sure she was on the pill and that she had been taking it, she had assured him that she had, but she still got pregnant.

Zac sniffled and rose to his feet despite the dizziness swirling around him. But he had to go and check on Taylor, to make since of this whole situation. He had a feeling after everything was said and done, he'd need all the support he could get, and he certainly didn't want to lose Taylor. With slow steps, he made his way to the closed bathroom door and knocked a couple of times. "Tay," he croaked. "Will you come out or let me in or something? W-we need to talk, okay?" It was going to be hard, but it was something r\that needed to be done before either of them could move on with their lives.

Taylor sniffled, trying to hide the tears. "Why? When I know what you're going to say." He said through the door, not ready to see him yet. He was hurting, Zac didn't care, well he did. But he'd just go back to his stupid wife and he'd be left all alone again.

"Tay, please, just. You don't know what I'm going to say. Just give me a chance here, please." Zac begged, teard springing back into his eyes upon hearing how broken and desolate Taylor sounded, and it had been his fault, because he'd let everything happen. He sighed and waited for Taylor's reply, if he'd even answer him at all.

Taylor stood up and stepped away from the door, he turned away from it and looked in the mirror. "It's open." He said before grabbing a face cloth and scrubbing at his eyes with it. He stared into the mirror, his eyes wera red and he looked like he was going to cry, which meant he looked like shit. His nose itched and he hated himself at that point. Zac didn't understand and probably never would, it seemed to taylor that he was destined to be alone and by himself, his wife was gone, so were his children, and now Zac had denied him something that had actually given him hope.

Zac sighed inwardly, glad that Taylor was giving him a chance. He stepped inside the door hesitantly, closing it behind him and leaning against it, just in case Taylor got any ideas. He cleared his throat and began to speak his mind, well, some of it, anyway, as he took in Taylor's sad appearance. He'd been crying, quite obviously, and Zac wanted to just hold him in arms. He didn't though, knowing that it would only make matters worse. "I'm really sorry, Tay. I-I. I know you think I hate you or something after...what...happened, but I don't, I swear. I just. Taylor, you were high as shit, and I just. I basically raped you," Zac's voice faultered.

Taylor swung around and shoved Zac against the wall his eyes filling with tears, "Whatever Zac, you keep telling yourself that i am the victim... you keep giving yourself excuses, but I DON'T want to hear them, at all. Nudda. Nothing. You're going back to her, I get it. But you don't start spouting shhhiiit like that. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?"

Zac's face crumbled after Taylor had scared the sh it out of him and spat those words at him. He wanted to tell Taylor that he thought that he liked what they did, and that he thought he might actually be in love with him. That Taylor really and truly meant something to him, but he couldn't do it again, couldn't be with him. It was wrong on every level, no matter what Zac felt about him. They couldn't do it, and they couldn't be together, and if this was the way Taylor was going to treat him because of it, then, maybe this really WAS a big mistake, and wasn't worth trying to fix. "Let GO of me, Taylor. I was trying to tell you something!" Maybe he shouldn't bother though, what would Taylor do to him next?

Taylor let him go and turned away again, tears stating to spill from behind his eyes. "Go on then, finish it Zac." He murmured staring at himself in the mirror, watching a tear actually escape from his eye.

Zac took Taylor by the shoulders and spun him around. "Look," he started firmly, though tears still made their way down his face. "I'm not going to say that I didn't... enjoy it, Tay. Because honestly, it was...it was incredible. But we both know it shouldn't have happened. Taylor, we're both...we're brothers. And what about our wives? What about your kids? Our careers? Tay, you know we can't...do that again. I'm...I'm sorry," he said quietly, his eyes darting between Taylor's.

Zac, you have your wife I do NOT have mine, she took my kids with her too remember i dont have the luxery of someone to go home to. And as for the brothers thing... i prefer best friends, but you know thats just me." He looked down, not really wanting to meet Zac's eyes. he couldn't handle much more of this. He just wanted to go and hide.*

Zac stood there for a while after Tay'd finished talking; he felt so STUPID for saying those things to Taylor; they just hurt him more, reminding Taylor of what he no longer had. "Tay...you know you always have me...you're more than just a brother to me, you know that. You're more than a best friend, and I think I..." Zac closed his mouth; he wasn't ready to tell Taylor that yet. He wasn't even completely sure if he did, or at least that's what he told himself, because there was nothing that could be done about his feelings.

"You think you what? You think I'm sick?" taylor didn't even know why he'd said it. Is that what taylor thought. No but he thought thats what Zac thought, and it hurt. He was going to be alone. "I need some space..." He murmured and walked around zac, opening the door and walking quietly out. he pulled a cigarette from the packet on the table and placed it between his lips, lighting it silently. He wasn't going to say another word ever.

What did Taylor mean, did he think he was sick? "Wh- Taylor, why would I think you're sick?" Zac shuffled out from the bathroom and found Taylor by the table, smoking. He marched up to him, took the cigarette from his mouth, and chucked it out of the open window before stepping directly in front of Taylor. "No, I don't think you're sick, Taylor. Just, I'm trying to understand here,. What. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't freakin' know... maybe that it meant something, maybe that... that oh forget it Zac... just forget it... It's over, that's what you want isn't it? Go back to your wife, go on pretending everything's perfect. Play your drums, hang out with Frankie and enjoy your life before someone tears it from you, like they did me." Taylor frowned and placed his hand on his hip, before bringing it up to scratch idly at his bare chest. "I mean come on Zac, do i have to spell it out to you. Yes we fu ck ed and yes it may have meant more to me than it meant to you. I'll get over it!"

"TAY-lor!" Zac could feel the anger boiling in him at Taylor's words. How could he get Taylor to see that he really did mean something to him? Before he knew it, he'd pushed Taylor on the bed and climbed ontop of him, immediately clasping his wrists at either side of Taylor's head. Despite the rough manner in which Zac had just handled Taylor, he layed a long, sweet kiss on his lips. "Do I have to spell it out for YOU? Taylor, it meant a lot to me, YOU mean a lot to me, and I think I might be... in love with you, but I'm just scared, okay? I don't know what I'm supposed to do when I'm married and having these feelings for my BROTHER, okay, this is new to me. And I don't know where you get off thinking that I don't care about you, because you KNOW that's not the case."

Taylor whimpered, his lip trembling. "You.. you love me?" Taylor squeaked tears springing to his eyes. "I.. I love you too..." He said quietly, realizing that it was true, and maybe had been so for a long time. He looked up at Zac and whispered, "Don't be scared... I wont hurt you, I will stay with you through everything..." He was babbling now, trying to show Zac that he didn't need to be afraid, that he'd help him through the confusion. That he would be there no matter what, even if he chose his wife over him. he'd be there through everything, thick and thin. "I'm sorry..." He whispered closing his eyes, not being able to do much more.

"Oh, God, Tay..." Zac was on the verge of crying all over again. No wonder Taylor was upset, he loved Zac, so of course it meant something to him. "Tay..." he tried again. He knew Taylor wouldn't hurt him. and that Taylor really would be there for him through it all, he always had been. But, what to do? ""Im not scared of you, Tay," he got out in a shaky voice, "I'm...I'm scared that I might love you m-more than K..." he trailed off. Even if that's how he was feeling, he wasn't ready to voice it. He'd already taken enough life-altering steps, and the day had just barely started.

"Then why not forget everything, don't think... feel.." Taylor whispered quietly. "I'm sorry if this has confused things for you, it's mostly my fault, but if you need time. I'm willing to give that to you. Along with anything else you need." Taylor sighed softly, his eyes opening again as he looked up into Zac's. This hurt horribly, but it was true in everyway. He could probably wait for ever, now that he had found what he was looking for. That thing he sung about, but had never really felt.

"Tay..." Taylor was being so incredibly understanding, so loving towards Zac, and so willing to give up anything to be with him. But, he couldn't leave his wife, they'd only just gotten married, and though things were stomy between them, he didn't know if he could just give up thewoman he'd loved since he met, six years ago. He allowed his lips to touch Taylor's once again, and his hands to cup Taylor's smooth cheeks in the palms of his shaking hands. "I love you, but what about ...my wife?"

Taylor shrugged, Zac KNEW that he didn't like Kate, he never got how Zac could even trust her, she'd cheated on Isaac with Zac, so he always assumed that she'd do it to Zac too. She'd tried a few times to hook her fingers into HIm even. Not that he would tell Zac that, Zac might think that Taylor had asked her to or something. "Whatever you need to do, you do it Zac. Do what you thinks right." Taylor closed his eyes at the feeling of Zac's lips against his. he held off returning it, he wanted Zac to think straight not have him distracting him. Even if the kiss sent tingles through his body.