Sexah Fashion Model - Part One
Zac sighed and nervously raked a hand through his lengthening hair as he tugged on his lower lip with his teeth. Taylor was coming over, and they hadn't seen each other since Ike had quit the band to take up real estate, they all still loved music, they just wanted to give the real life a go. Taylor had gone to Vegas, him wanting to stay in the spotlight, so he'd decided to start modelling so that he could do exactly that. And of course being an EX superstar, he'd actually done really well in Modelling and was still doing it. Zac kept every single on of his shoots, offically proud of his older brother. Taylor had even done a shoot for Playgirl. It was... well really hot. Which was wrong of him to say because Taylor WAS his brother and Zac KNEW he shouldn't be thinking of Taylor like that, it wasn't a good thing to THINK about right at that moment either, not with Taylor supposedly turning up soon. Taylor was already late as usual and it was making Zac even more nervous. What if he hadn't made it off the plane, like it had crash or something, and Taylor was laying somewhere in the freezing cold with no legs. Zac shook the thoughts from his head and bit at his lip again, pacing around the room and smoothing down his jacket. he'd only just got back from work thirty minutes ago. Zac worked in boat building and he REALLY enjoyed it. The work, toned up his muscles and took his mind off a lot of the things that happened. Since Taylor had left, Zac had discovered he was gay and that women just didn't cut it for him. WHERE THE HELL WAS TAYLOR?!
An anxious-excited Taylor tapped his foot on the carpeted floor out of nervous habit outside Zac' s apartment door. He couldn't remember being this nervous to the point where his lean stomach was up in knots and cluttered with butterflies. The model could only recall two occasions that he'd been this nervous: The first time he and his brothers stepped onto stage to perform live, and the first time he strutted onto the catwalk in Las Vegas. And now, he had a third to add to that list, meeting up with his little brother Zac whom he hadn't seen in the better half of a decade. He closed his hand in a fist and shakily knocked on the door three times before drawing his hand back and running it through his honey blonde locks of silk. How different would Zac be? Would the boy he remembered be as attractive as Taylor had always found him?(secretly, of course) He would soon get his answer. Taylor's heart pounded faster with every step he heard come closer on the other side of the door.
Zac bit his lip as he heard him knock, FINALLY. He Spun on his heel and walked towards the door, wiping his sweaty hands onto the rough black material of his jeans and then pulled the door wide, his eyes widening but only slightly. He was as attractive as ever... but the photos didn't do him justice, he was even hotter in real life. 'Zac!' He thought, his brown eyes widening even more at his own thoughts. He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips cheekily, biting on his inner cheek before grinning slightly, "Late again big brother... you own a watch right?" He teased before dragging his eyes over Taylor's lithe frame. He went to hold his hand out for Taylor to shake and when Taylor reached for it, he grabbed at taylor's hand and pulled him into a hug. "Missed you."
The boy that opened the door and greeted Taylor warmly caused Taylor to eye Zac up and down a couple of times. Correction. Zac was no longer a boy, but a man, and what a man he was. Tall, dark, handsome, dreamy. And still quick-witted, something Taylor had always admired about him...among many other things that were better left unsaid AND unthought. Though he couldn't and wouldn't stop thinking about those thoughts. But at least he didn't SPEAK them, right? One out of two wasn't bad.
"Hi, Zac," He greeted amicably as Zac extended his hand and Taylor graciously accepted. When his not-so-little brother pulled him into an embrace, it was all Taylor could do not to gasp and press himself closer to Zac like he REALLY wanted to do.
"Missed ...you too, Zac. You look great."
And he smelled great, and he FELT great.
Zac hugged Taylor a little longer than was probably acceptable, but how could he not? He was warm, his body lean and sexy, and he smelt sweet, like chocolate, which meant that's exactly what he'd been eating. "God Tay, such a child, still addicted to chocolate i gather?" He murmured stepping back and grabbing Taylor's suitcase and easily carting it inside, "You CAN come in you know... Coffee?" He asked as he put the suitcase down beside the table and turned to look at Taylor, biting at his lower lip nervously. he couldn't stop staring at him.
Taylor didn't mind the fact that it didn't seem like Zac was making any attempt to release his hold on him. Because Taylor had no intentions of letting go of Zac if he had the opportunity to hold him. "What? Chocolate is good!" Taylor defended with a smile. "What, you don't like it anymore?"
Taylor followed his hot brother inside, shamelessy letting his eyes fall to Zac's ass as he hauled the suitcase into the apartment and led the way. "Yea, coffee sounds good, thanks." It was rather cold outside, a nice steaming cup of coffee would do the trick. Annnd then again, so would a nice steaming cup of Zac. He was so hot, he made Taylor forget how cold it was outside.
Zac grinned a bit and then turned towards the kitchen, making his way down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder at Taylor. He couldn't believe how hot he really was. Well yes he COULD, but he shouldn't. Smirking wryly, he walked into the kitchen and put a fresh pot of coffee on and leaned up to grab some mugs, placing them down on the bench and turning to face Taylor. "So how is the whole modelling thing going?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the counter, his tongue swiping across his dry lips, wetting them. He felt hot in here, he wasn't sure if the heating was too high or if it was the fact that Taylor was in the room. He stood up again and pulled his jacket off, hanging it off a barstool before smiling a bit at Taylor.
Taylor draped himself casually on the island in the kitchen as he watched Zac prepare the mugs for their coffee-and just watched Zac period. He hoped Zac didn't notice him staring. Well, he had a right to stare, right? After all, he hadn't seen Zac in years....he was trying to get a feel for this new Zac, he told himself, but that wasn't completely the truth...not even half of it...
"Modelling is going pretty good, actually. I've been doing a lot of photo..."
In the midst of Taylor's sentence, Zac took off his jacket, revealing a mass of toned muscle that had replaced the baby fat that used to be in its stead.
"...shoots." Taylor had lost all train of thought as he glossed his tongue over his lips and let his mouth hang open, because damn it, Zac was too hot, and he could feel the space in his already tight jeans shrinking away to give way for something big...
Zac looked at Taylor, he looked... he was gaping. "What? Do I have something on my shirt?" He asked almost OCD-like and then he hooked his fingers under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head to try and find the thing that was making Taylor gape. It must be HUGE what with the face Taylor was making and all. "This is why i hate working at building yards... you ALWAYS get a mess..." he muttered staring at his shirt, there was nothing there? He looked at Taylor and blushed, "Okay so nooooow I feel stupid..." He laughed and quickly pulled his shirt back on and quickly made his way over to pour the coffee.
Taylor's blue eyes widened to their most extreme points as a clueless Zac lifted his shirt up, revealing smooth inch after inch of soft, toned skin, and his cock let him know there was currently no more room in his pants. Oh, the things he wanted to DO to Zac. But he couldn't even find the words to tell Zac that there was nothing wrong with his shirt.
Much to Taylor's chagrin, Zac redressed himself, hiding the skin that Taylor wanted to feel so tightly pressed against his. Why'd Zac have to go and torture him like this, even if he didn’t know what he was doing? Taylor pursed his lips in a pout. This was going to be hard. In the first five minutes of seeing him, Taylor had already had indecent thoughts about him and seen him half naked. And that was all he'd get, because he couldn't have Zac the way he wanted to. How was he going to spend the time not wanting to jump his bones?
Zac poured the coffee into two mugs and brought them over to the island where Taylor was standing... pouting? And what a fucking SEXY pout at that. He paused and just stared for a few moments and then shook his head slightly, why would he be pouting? Zac placed the coffee's down and cleared his throat a bit before returning to the bench to grab the cream and the sugar. Taylor was making it so hard not to think about him non-sexually, all he wanted to do right now was undress him and turn that pout into a scream. Zac bit at his lip at the thought and sighed softly. "Yeah.. I have seen the photos... I kinda kept them all..." He admitted placing the cream and sugar down, along with two teaspoons and he smiled widly at Taylor. "I liked the interview you did, it was funny, do they pay you to talk a whole heap of shit... half of it wasn't even true Tay..." He said laughing loudly.
So, Zac kept all of the photos and various interviews Taylor had done? Including the naughty little magazine spread he'd done wearing nothing but bubbles and a smile? Taylor's breath hitched in his throat as he thought about what Zac might have thought about HIM. Did...Zac like it? And would he STOP biting his lip like he was doing? Taylor was brought back into reality when Zac told him that he knew most of the interview wasn't true, and laughed.
Taylor bit his grinning lip and shook his head slightly. "Yeah, I know...I was kinda...lying through my teeth with that one, but I did get a nice chunk of cash for it, so I think it worked out."
'And I wanna work YOU out, Zac,' Taylor thought to himself.
And he was honestly surprised that Zac had remembered that much about him that he knew what was true and what was false.
Taylor smiled wider at Zac and resituated himself on the counter, crossing a slender leg over the other one to hide his still-growing erection.
"Didn't you ever miss the music Tay?" Zac asked licking his lips before he dipped a teaspoon into the sugar and put the sugar into the coffee, following it with two more. Then he dropped the spoon into the mug and stirred slowly distractedly, his eyes not leaving Taylor's as he spoke, he was kind of mesmerized right then, he didn't even know that he was staring until Taylor crossed his legs, the movement distracting him enough, he glanced at Taylor's legs and then at his coffee, before bringing the spoon up to his lips and putting it into his mouth to get the remaining sugar off it. He pulled it out and placed it on the counter before lifting his mug to his lips and taking a sip and sighing. He sat down on the stool and stretched out his legs as he looked at his older brother with interest. He nibbled on his lip some more as his mind flashed back to the numerous pictures of Taylor he had seen, he wondered why he hadn't seen him dating. "Anyone special in your life?" Zac asked, hoping there wasn't. Zac wasn't sure he could hide something like jealousy.
He heard the questions Zac had asked him, and really, he wanted to answer them, but God, when Zac was sitting there, nibbling on those plush lips and licking the sugar off of them, all Taylor could do was sit there and stare hungrily at him and fight the strong urge to pull Zac between his legs and rip his clothes off. And Zac kept looking at him....well, MAYBE it was because he'd asked Taylor questions he'd yet to answer.
"Um...do I ever miss the music? All of the time, actually. Being on the catwalk is...I guess it's almost similar to being on stage...there's a rush you get. But it's nothing like the one when you're singing and playing for your fans with your best friends and brothers. There's nothing like it. And as far as me being with someone...I'm single. The right person...just hasn't approached me yet... what about you, Zac? How are YOU doing?"
'And please don't let Zac say he has somebody'
Taylor took a sip of coffee from his mug, looking up at Zac over the brim.
Those damn eyes.. and those sexy lips, Zac had been staring the ENTIRE time, watching the perfect pink lips move with every word, all he wanted to do was walk over there and suck the coffee from them. And Taylor had been looking at him with those intense, and burning eyes of his, Zac had no idea WHY Taylor was even staring at him, Nor had he even heard what Taylor had asked him. "Oh? Hmm.." SHIT, what had he said? Zac bit hard into his lower lip, trying not to look stupid, they had talking about relationships and music, so he assumed Taylor had asked him about his love life. "No one in mine I am afraid, still single and looking, you know how it goes, date a bit, mess around... but still haven't found anyone I wanna get serious with..." He said hoping that Taylor had indeed asked him that and not something about music or something totally random. Seeing Taylor watching him from over his cup, made him wriggle in his chair and bite his lip harder. Gods, he was going to get turned on, especially since he couldn't stop thinking about licking Taylor. He just wanted to reach over and run his tongue up the side of his face.
Good, so Zac didn't have anyone special. No one aside from the people he'd messed around with. But HE wanted to be the person Zac messed around with. NO, he wanted more than that. He wanted to be that someone special in Zac's life. If only Zac felt the same way about him. Yeah,right, who was he kidding? They were BROTHERS. There was no chance in them ever forming any kind of romantic relationship at all. If they even rekindled the close relationship they'd had as boys and teenagers.
Taylor envied any and everyone who ever got the chance to suck at Zac's full lips and cock, and anyone who ever had the experience of Zac rocking into them. But it wasn't just sexual. He envied everyone who was the recipient of the words "I love you" from Zac. "That's...um...maybe the right person is right under your nose and you don't know it yet. You never know," Taylor took another sip from the ceramic mug and set it down on the counter next to him. He wound up having to take his jacket off and hold it in front of his lap, because his erection wasn't letting up at all, and he couldn't let Zac see that. What would Zac think? But...what would Zac think if Taylor were to kiss him the way he wanted to?
Zac nodded, "Yeah I know... but sometimes it hard to see attraction when its right under your nose... here let me." Zac said and stood up, he placed his mug down on the counter and stepped forward to grab Taylor's jacket to go hang it up at the coat rack. he lifted it off Taylor's lap and his eyes widened considerably. WOAH.. WOW... OH MY! That's all that was running through Zac's mind as his eyes lifted from the unmistakeable, and rather HUGE hardon that his brother sported to Taylor's deep blue eyes, and his mouth went dry, his own crotch tingled in response to the sight he was beholding. Ever the cocky one, Zac smirked slightly, clearing his throat. "Why Taylor... is that a seriously BIG gun in your pocket... or are you just SERIOUSLY glad to see me?" He joked raising an eyebrow. Still not moving from his spot, not even realizing how close his hand was to the said swollen 'Gun.' He licked his lips and stood rather dumbfounded, looking at him with lust filled eyes. Could it really be that Taylor was attracted to him as much as he was attracted to Taylor?