Title: INK
Chapter 4: Human Ice Cube
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 ;-)
It is a little shorter than the other few parts, but I thought this little bit deserved its own chapter.
I really hope you all enjoy it :).
Taylor and I sat in the dead car for 2 hours. It was nearing 6 o’clock and the sun was almost completely down. People have this misconception that it’s always 80 degrees in the Midwest, but let me tell you, in the middle of January it’s just as cold here as it is in New York.
The point is it was probably about 28 degrees outside and 29 in our car. I, being a genius, remembered to bring a coat. Taylor, on the other hand, was sitting next to me in a flimsy old Eagles t-shirt and shaking like my mother’s vibrator.
“They still haven’t come,” I pointed out, squinting my eyes to try and see into the night. How was it fucking possible that not one car had passed us in 2 hours?!
“S-seriously?” Taylor asked, his hands rubbing his upper arms. He was covered in goose bumps and was in a quite miserable condition in our current situation.
“S-seriously,” I mimicked, looking out my window.
“Sh-shut up, I’m f-freezing…”
I thought about offering him my coat, but then thought better of it. Why the hell should I be cold so he could be warm?
Taylor climbed into the back seat and continued to rub at his arms without ceasing. The skin between the black ink was red and raw, and when he began to whimper, I got a little worried.
“Z-Zac,” he breathed, puffs of smoky air coming from his mouth, “I c-cant feel my arms.”
Frowning, I got into the back seat with him and opened up my coat. “C’mere,” I offered. He shook his head, eyes suspicious. “Damn it Taylor, I’m not gonna bite. Come here.” After his shook his head for a second time, I rolled my eyes, grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him down to my chest. His cold ear against my fairly warm skin made me shiver as I wrapped the flaps of my coat around his back and rubbed it.
“You’re cold,” I stated as I rubbed with one hand and left the other in his hair. He nodded, half agreeing and half trying to cause friction between my chest and his ear. Our position was totally awkward, but oddly comfortable. It was sort of nice to hold him like that, even if he was a human ice cube.
“I have an idea,” I started, “how about we talk.”
“T-talk?”
“Yeah, let’s talk until someone comes for us. It’ll keep our minds off the cold.” He shifted a bit, obviously uncomfortable and still freezing, but eventually gave in. What’d I tell you about the magic stick!
“Okay.”
“Okay I’ll start. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Well tell me one thing.”
“Okay, I like to sing.” I thought about earlier when I’d walked in on him singing.
“I heard you earlier today, you’re pretty good Tay. You should be in a band or something.”
“I am in a band.” He sighed after that statement and I felt bad that I didn’t know.
“What band?”
“It’s called Aphrodite.”
“After the goddess?”
“Yeah.”
I absently ran the pads of my fingers against the back of his scalp as we talked and let each other in on stupid, trivial secrets. I felt close to him, and not just physically. I’d never really realized how alike we were. We were so outwardly different, but also so similar in a lot of ways.
The cold was starting to affect both of our brains. We’d been out there for 3 and a half hours, it was pitch black, Taylor was warmer than he had been but was still freezing, and my phone was dead so I couldn’t call for help. I was about to suggest we just PUSH the damn car back to our house when Taylor asked me a question.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?” I looked down at the top of his head, still massaging his scalp lightly. His eyes were closed and his hands were wrapped around my waist. I smiled a little to myself, happy that he’d finally gotten comfortable.
“I don’t know, I guess I don’t like to be tied down.”
“That’s fair,” he said simply.
“How come you don’t?”
“Don’t what?”
“Have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t know.”
“You should.”
“Why?”
I thought for a second before answering. “Because you’re a really great guy, Tay. I know I’m an asshole and I treat you like shit, but it’s only because it’s my brotherly duty.” He smiled a little, his eyes still shut. “Seriously though, you’re musical, you’re smart, witty, nice, artistic…and anyone with eyes knows how good looking you are. I think…I think you don’t give yourself enough credit, Tay. You’re more likeable than you think you are.” I sort of wanted to smash my face against the window after saying that, because hell, I was Zac Hanson and I just didn’t say shit like that. Especially to Taylor. Who was very uncool. And a dude. But I made him smile, and right then, that was all I cared about.
“Thanks,” he whispered, burying his face into my chest. He coughed and I held him tighter, rubbing his back harder. I pressed my lips against his blonde shaggy head; he smelled like Pert Plus and clove cigarettes. It was a nice smell.
“Zac?” He shivered in my arms.
“Hm?”
“I…”
“You…”
“I’ve never had a girlfriend because I don’t like girls.” I stopped rubbing. He sensed my reaction and the muscles in his back tensed up. Taylor was…wait, no. Taylor was…gay?
“Shit,” was all I could say. How…what…brain… not… functioning. The wetness on my shirt brought me back to reality. Carefully, I lifted his chin so his face was level with mine. He had hot tears running down his bright red cheeks and his eyes were almost white. God, how could I not have known? He’d been alone in this? I’d left him alone in this?
His teeth chattered as the tears continued to fall, but I think he was too cold and/or scared to full-out cry. It was just tears. I felt horrible.
“Fuck, Taylor, I didn’t know…are…were you scared to tell me that? Does anyone else know?” He sniffed and coughed again.
“N-no one else kn-knows…and yes I was s-scared, I’m still scared…”
“Hey.” I took off my jacket and wrapped it around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Don’t be scared, I won’t say anything until you’re ready…” He nodded. “Is this…is this why you’ve had so much trouble with…you know…” I really didn’t want to sound like an asshole, so I tried to be nice about it. “Is this why you’ve had so much trouble fitting in?” I didn’t need to say when or with whom. He knew I meant our family and he nodded against my shoulder, sniffling again.
“Yeah,” he whispered almost inaudibly. I pulled him away a little so I could look at his face and frowned at the tears. I brought my hands to his face and wiped away the droplets with my thumbs. His lips were turning a magnificent azure blue, and they were wet with salty tears, and his eyes were glassy and his body frozen and he was so cold…but we were so warm together…and I put my face close to his and his breath was hot and I felt like I was defrosting, no, melting…
“Your lips are so blue,” I whispered and he nodded with his face in my hands and I curled my fingers into his apple cheeks and I kissed him.
I kissed him.
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 ;-)
It is a little shorter than the other few parts, but I thought this little bit deserved its own chapter.
I really hope you all enjoy it :).
Taylor and I sat in the dead car for 2 hours. It was nearing 6 o’clock and the sun was almost completely down. People have this misconception that it’s always 80 degrees in the Midwest, but let me tell you, in the middle of January it’s just as cold here as it is in New York.
The point is it was probably about 28 degrees outside and 29 in our car. I, being a genius, remembered to bring a coat. Taylor, on the other hand, was sitting next to me in a flimsy old Eagles t-shirt and shaking like my mother’s vibrator.
“They still haven’t come,” I pointed out, squinting my eyes to try and see into the night. How was it fucking possible that not one car had passed us in 2 hours?!
“S-seriously?” Taylor asked, his hands rubbing his upper arms. He was covered in goose bumps and was in a quite miserable condition in our current situation.
“S-seriously,” I mimicked, looking out my window.
“Sh-shut up, I’m f-freezing…”
I thought about offering him my coat, but then thought better of it. Why the hell should I be cold so he could be warm?
Taylor climbed into the back seat and continued to rub at his arms without ceasing. The skin between the black ink was red and raw, and when he began to whimper, I got a little worried.
“Z-Zac,” he breathed, puffs of smoky air coming from his mouth, “I c-cant feel my arms.”
Frowning, I got into the back seat with him and opened up my coat. “C’mere,” I offered. He shook his head, eyes suspicious. “Damn it Taylor, I’m not gonna bite. Come here.” After his shook his head for a second time, I rolled my eyes, grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him down to my chest. His cold ear against my fairly warm skin made me shiver as I wrapped the flaps of my coat around his back and rubbed it.
“You’re cold,” I stated as I rubbed with one hand and left the other in his hair. He nodded, half agreeing and half trying to cause friction between my chest and his ear. Our position was totally awkward, but oddly comfortable. It was sort of nice to hold him like that, even if he was a human ice cube.
“I have an idea,” I started, “how about we talk.”
“T-talk?”
“Yeah, let’s talk until someone comes for us. It’ll keep our minds off the cold.” He shifted a bit, obviously uncomfortable and still freezing, but eventually gave in. What’d I tell you about the magic stick!
“Okay.”
“Okay I’ll start. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“Well tell me one thing.”
“Okay, I like to sing.” I thought about earlier when I’d walked in on him singing.
“I heard you earlier today, you’re pretty good Tay. You should be in a band or something.”
“I am in a band.” He sighed after that statement and I felt bad that I didn’t know.
“What band?”
“It’s called Aphrodite.”
“After the goddess?”
“Yeah.”
I absently ran the pads of my fingers against the back of his scalp as we talked and let each other in on stupid, trivial secrets. I felt close to him, and not just physically. I’d never really realized how alike we were. We were so outwardly different, but also so similar in a lot of ways.
The cold was starting to affect both of our brains. We’d been out there for 3 and a half hours, it was pitch black, Taylor was warmer than he had been but was still freezing, and my phone was dead so I couldn’t call for help. I was about to suggest we just PUSH the damn car back to our house when Taylor asked me a question.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?” I looked down at the top of his head, still massaging his scalp lightly. His eyes were closed and his hands were wrapped around my waist. I smiled a little to myself, happy that he’d finally gotten comfortable.
“I don’t know, I guess I don’t like to be tied down.”
“That’s fair,” he said simply.
“How come you don’t?”
“Don’t what?”
“Have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t know.”
“You should.”
“Why?”
I thought for a second before answering. “Because you’re a really great guy, Tay. I know I’m an asshole and I treat you like shit, but it’s only because it’s my brotherly duty.” He smiled a little, his eyes still shut. “Seriously though, you’re musical, you’re smart, witty, nice, artistic…and anyone with eyes knows how good looking you are. I think…I think you don’t give yourself enough credit, Tay. You’re more likeable than you think you are.” I sort of wanted to smash my face against the window after saying that, because hell, I was Zac Hanson and I just didn’t say shit like that. Especially to Taylor. Who was very uncool. And a dude. But I made him smile, and right then, that was all I cared about.
“Thanks,” he whispered, burying his face into my chest. He coughed and I held him tighter, rubbing his back harder. I pressed my lips against his blonde shaggy head; he smelled like Pert Plus and clove cigarettes. It was a nice smell.
“Zac?” He shivered in my arms.
“Hm?”
“I…”
“You…”
“I’ve never had a girlfriend because I don’t like girls.” I stopped rubbing. He sensed my reaction and the muscles in his back tensed up. Taylor was…wait, no. Taylor was…gay?
“Shit,” was all I could say. How…what…brain… not… functioning. The wetness on my shirt brought me back to reality. Carefully, I lifted his chin so his face was level with mine. He had hot tears running down his bright red cheeks and his eyes were almost white. God, how could I not have known? He’d been alone in this? I’d left him alone in this?
His teeth chattered as the tears continued to fall, but I think he was too cold and/or scared to full-out cry. It was just tears. I felt horrible.
“Fuck, Taylor, I didn’t know…are…were you scared to tell me that? Does anyone else know?” He sniffed and coughed again.
“N-no one else kn-knows…and yes I was s-scared, I’m still scared…”
“Hey.” I took off my jacket and wrapped it around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Don’t be scared, I won’t say anything until you’re ready…” He nodded. “Is this…is this why you’ve had so much trouble with…you know…” I really didn’t want to sound like an asshole, so I tried to be nice about it. “Is this why you’ve had so much trouble fitting in?” I didn’t need to say when or with whom. He knew I meant our family and he nodded against my shoulder, sniffling again.
“Yeah,” he whispered almost inaudibly. I pulled him away a little so I could look at his face and frowned at the tears. I brought my hands to his face and wiped away the droplets with my thumbs. His lips were turning a magnificent azure blue, and they were wet with salty tears, and his eyes were glassy and his body frozen and he was so cold…but we were so warm together…and I put my face close to his and his breath was hot and I felt like I was defrosting, no, melting…
“Your lips are so blue,” I whispered and he nodded with his face in my hands and I curled my fingers into his apple cheeks and I kissed him.
I kissed him.