Title: INK
CHAPTER 6: NOT EXACTLY MR. MASCULINE
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 ;-)
Here's the 6th installment of INK. I really hope you like it, because it's sort of transitional and not very exciting...but eh, here it is.
I hope ya'll don't think it's too terrible.
Taylor lay on top of me for a long time. His warm, blushed cheek was pressed against my bare chest and his breathing was soft like a baby’s. We talked about random things, like ‘what’s your favorite color’ and ‘who’s your favorite artist’, and I stroked his hair and rubbed his back and everything seemed to come together. His hair smelled like spring air -you know, the kind that’s just been released by God after a cold March- and the clove cigarettes that were permanently attatched to his mouth. It was soothing, refreshing, and familiar. We laughed quietly and kissed each other here and there as we got to know each other, and with each gesture, with each simple motion, my love for him grew.
I ran my fingers along his patterned forearm, up and down and between his fingers. He was so beautiful, so incredibly untainted, so genuine. It was scary to think that he had been right under my nose for my entire life, yet I’d never even given him a second glance.
We fucked a few more times that day. The more we did it, the more I started to notice that Taylor was…well, a dude. I mean let’s face it, when you’re burying your cock in some chick’s cooter, there isn’t anything… flapping in their lower region. That said, with Taylor…there was a little somethin’ extra flyin’ about, if you know what I mean. I can’t say that it bothered me, it was just different. I mean I was never attracted to a guy before, and to be honest, Taylor wasn’t exactly Mr. Masculine. He had a thin white body and his baby face was so smooth and innocent, and he had those clear blue eyes, and plump, pink lips…he was definitely not a typical male. So when I was looking at his face, it sort of didn’t feel like I was fucking a guy, or a girl for that matter. He was just like…this amazing being that I was connected with and screwing the fuck out of. And prior to this particular fucking, I’d been so caught up in that that I’d sort of blocked out the rest. But when I finally did notice his cock in front of me, all hard and dripping …I got kind of freaked out.
“Zac?” Taylor asked me breathlessly, his movements over me slowing to a halt, “Are you okay?” He looked down at his body inhibited and looked back at me, as if seeking my approval. He was very unsure of himself, which I could sort of understand because he’d never had any kind of sex before and I was giving him direction…I mean it felt the same to me, a hole is a hole, but to him it must’ve been odd. I hadn’t even been thinking about what he was feeling…I mean shit, I sort of just took away my brother’s virginity and all I was focused on was my own pleasure. Bad Zac, bad.
“I’m fine, Tay,” I smiled up at him and nodded, “just still getting used to all this…” He eyed me suspiciously for a moment before nodding and resuming his bouncing. He was so cute, so cute. He looked like a little toddler bouncing on one of those exercise ball things…except my dick replaced the ball and Taylor replaced the toddler. Definitely modifications I preferred. I was no pedophile.
“Touch me…” Taylor moaned from on top of me. “Please, Zac…” I ran the rough pads of my fingers over the soft skin of his stomach. “No, not there…” he begged. He grabbed his cock in his hand as he rode me and pointed it awkward at my face. Oh my God. He wanted me to touch that? I mean, it wasn’t weird looking or anything…it was just like mine, a little less fat…but it was still a…penis. In other words, it was something I preferred never to touch on anyone but myself.
I nervously snaked my hand around the reddened, veiny thing, and started to pump it. The motions reminded me of running on an Elliptical machine backwards. It just didn’t feel right. Apparently I did a good enough job because not 2 minutes later, he was shaking and screaming and splattering little sperms all over my chest. I wanted to throw up, but I held it in.
“Fuck, fuck Zac…” He lay down on top of my chest again and closed his tired eyes. I sensed that he had no more energy in making me cum, so I pulled out of him, wrapped my arms around his back, and ran my fingers up and down his spine until he fell out of consciousness. I won’t even mention the terrible case of blue-balls I developed after that, because hey, sometimes you gotta sacrifice for love.
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Taylor spent the rest of that winter break week following me around like a lost puppy. We went to see a movie together, we went for lunch, we went to a park near our home…we basically did everything we could to stay out of the house and just be.
It was odd to hold his hand when we walked- he really liked to be in close contact like that. I'd never even held any of my girlfriends’ hands in public and this was much more dangerous, but it remained virtually impossible to deny him the touches he wanted. We strolled down the streets of Tulsa with our fingers locked, ignoring the sneers and grunts that met us. Taylor was used to being made to feel like an outcast, so to him, snubs weren’t anything unusual even if they did sting…for me, well, it hurt.
I tried to hide my uneasiness with the public affection we were showing because although we were receiving negative attention for it, it made me realize how much I loved my brother. Who else would I potentially embarrass myself for? Not just anyone…only someone special, like him.
I just wish things could've stayed that simple.
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 ;-)
Here's the 6th installment of INK. I really hope you like it, because it's sort of transitional and not very exciting...but eh, here it is.
I hope ya'll don't think it's too terrible.
Taylor lay on top of me for a long time. His warm, blushed cheek was pressed against my bare chest and his breathing was soft like a baby’s. We talked about random things, like ‘what’s your favorite color’ and ‘who’s your favorite artist’, and I stroked his hair and rubbed his back and everything seemed to come together. His hair smelled like spring air -you know, the kind that’s just been released by God after a cold March- and the clove cigarettes that were permanently attatched to his mouth. It was soothing, refreshing, and familiar. We laughed quietly and kissed each other here and there as we got to know each other, and with each gesture, with each simple motion, my love for him grew.
I ran my fingers along his patterned forearm, up and down and between his fingers. He was so beautiful, so incredibly untainted, so genuine. It was scary to think that he had been right under my nose for my entire life, yet I’d never even given him a second glance.
We fucked a few more times that day. The more we did it, the more I started to notice that Taylor was…well, a dude. I mean let’s face it, when you’re burying your cock in some chick’s cooter, there isn’t anything… flapping in their lower region. That said, with Taylor…there was a little somethin’ extra flyin’ about, if you know what I mean. I can’t say that it bothered me, it was just different. I mean I was never attracted to a guy before, and to be honest, Taylor wasn’t exactly Mr. Masculine. He had a thin white body and his baby face was so smooth and innocent, and he had those clear blue eyes, and plump, pink lips…he was definitely not a typical male. So when I was looking at his face, it sort of didn’t feel like I was fucking a guy, or a girl for that matter. He was just like…this amazing being that I was connected with and screwing the fuck out of. And prior to this particular fucking, I’d been so caught up in that that I’d sort of blocked out the rest. But when I finally did notice his cock in front of me, all hard and dripping …I got kind of freaked out.
“Zac?” Taylor asked me breathlessly, his movements over me slowing to a halt, “Are you okay?” He looked down at his body inhibited and looked back at me, as if seeking my approval. He was very unsure of himself, which I could sort of understand because he’d never had any kind of sex before and I was giving him direction…I mean it felt the same to me, a hole is a hole, but to him it must’ve been odd. I hadn’t even been thinking about what he was feeling…I mean shit, I sort of just took away my brother’s virginity and all I was focused on was my own pleasure. Bad Zac, bad.
“I’m fine, Tay,” I smiled up at him and nodded, “just still getting used to all this…” He eyed me suspiciously for a moment before nodding and resuming his bouncing. He was so cute, so cute. He looked like a little toddler bouncing on one of those exercise ball things…except my dick replaced the ball and Taylor replaced the toddler. Definitely modifications I preferred. I was no pedophile.
“Touch me…” Taylor moaned from on top of me. “Please, Zac…” I ran the rough pads of my fingers over the soft skin of his stomach. “No, not there…” he begged. He grabbed his cock in his hand as he rode me and pointed it awkward at my face. Oh my God. He wanted me to touch that? I mean, it wasn’t weird looking or anything…it was just like mine, a little less fat…but it was still a…penis. In other words, it was something I preferred never to touch on anyone but myself.
I nervously snaked my hand around the reddened, veiny thing, and started to pump it. The motions reminded me of running on an Elliptical machine backwards. It just didn’t feel right. Apparently I did a good enough job because not 2 minutes later, he was shaking and screaming and splattering little sperms all over my chest. I wanted to throw up, but I held it in.
“Fuck, fuck Zac…” He lay down on top of my chest again and closed his tired eyes. I sensed that he had no more energy in making me cum, so I pulled out of him, wrapped my arms around his back, and ran my fingers up and down his spine until he fell out of consciousness. I won’t even mention the terrible case of blue-balls I developed after that, because hey, sometimes you gotta sacrifice for love.
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Taylor spent the rest of that winter break week following me around like a lost puppy. We went to see a movie together, we went for lunch, we went to a park near our home…we basically did everything we could to stay out of the house and just be.
It was odd to hold his hand when we walked- he really liked to be in close contact like that. I'd never even held any of my girlfriends’ hands in public and this was much more dangerous, but it remained virtually impossible to deny him the touches he wanted. We strolled down the streets of Tulsa with our fingers locked, ignoring the sneers and grunts that met us. Taylor was used to being made to feel like an outcast, so to him, snubs weren’t anything unusual even if they did sting…for me, well, it hurt.
I tried to hide my uneasiness with the public affection we were showing because although we were receiving negative attention for it, it made me realize how much I loved my brother. Who else would I potentially embarrass myself for? Not just anyone…only someone special, like him.
I just wish things could've stayed that simple.