Title: INK
CHAPTER 7: Mario Kart
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 7th. Enjoy, leave love!
The evening before my return to school, Taylor and I sat in my room playing video games for hours. Mario Kart, specifically.
You see, I’m sort of a god at Mario Kart. I’ve won numerous neighborhood battles and even had my name in the local newspaper for being the most unbeatable Mario Kart champion in all of Tulsa. Basically, I’m a Mario Kart legend. And I don’t say this to brag, because Lord knows Zac Hanson is most modest, but I just let you know this so you can understand the level of distraction my older brother caused.
Smoke from Taylor’s cigarette seeped out of his nose and mouth when he laughed, sort of acting as this…hypnotic cinnamony incense that clouded my thoughts and vision. All I could think about was his smell, and his lips, and his body, and his sex…Needless to say, he beat me on every level of Mario Kart. Usually I kicked anyone’s ass who dared to challenge me, but I was so distracted by Taylor’s...everything, that I couldn’t even focus on the game.
“Ha!” he shouted, putting down his controller and grinning widely at the T.V. set. “Beat you again.” I narrowed my eyes at him and grabbed his jaw, pulling his face to kiss him. I felt his smile through our kiss and pulled away.
“If you’re going to rub this in my face, I’m never gonna let you play Mario Kart with me again,” I warned, raising my eyebrow at him.
“That’s okay.” He sighed and lay back on the blue shag rug, sucking on his clove and looking up at the faintly glowing, tacked-on stars on my ceiling. “I don’t ever need to play again; I could live off this victory for the rest of my life.” I rolled my eyes, deciding to let that conversation die, and lay down next to him, putting my hands behind my head. Out of nowhere he started humming, which soon turned into soft singing.
“A dream of better days was long gone by the way. Is there a better place? Well who can ever say? It seems I've spent so long, I can't define my right from wrong.” I turned my head to watch him.
“Did you write that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Before.”
“Before when?” I pressed. His eyes opened and he looked me in the eye, the sudden seriousness reflected into those blue irises.
“Before I knew you. Before I really knew me…” Did he seriously just quote "She’s All That?" So gay.
“Oh, fuck you, Taylor. Since when is quoting Freddie Prinze Jr. cool?” He smiled and rolled onto his side to look at me, his eyes glittering in the light of the T.V.
“It’s been cool since now. And you must be really cool to know what movie it’s from.”
I blushed. “I saw it like, years ago…”
“And I guess Freddie Prinze made a pretty big impression on you, huh?”
That made me angry. I sat up and looked down at him, narrowing my eyes into slits.
“Fuck you. I’m not gay!”
Taylor rolled onto his back again to look up at me. “No?”
“No.”
“You don’t seem to mind kissing me too much.”
“I’m not gay, Taylor.”
“So when a guy likes cock, he’s straight? I wasn’t aware that Webster redefined the meaning of ‘straight’.”
“Stop it!” I screamed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to sit up. “I don’t like Freddie Prize Jr. I like girls. I’m not a fucking cock-sucking faggot like you. I am and will always be damn straight. You can't consider me gay for fucking a girl like you!” The look on his face made me want to shoot myself. I was the picture under the definition of Foot-In-Your-Mouth. Taylor’s expression looked like Ike’s had after I’d punched him in the face: hurt, upset, shocked. I couldn’t believe I’d just called him that.
I reached out and touched his shoulder, but he shrugged my hand away like it was poison.
“Tay, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-“
But he cut me off with a disbelieving headshake and stood up, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Fuck you,” he spat in my direction as he walked out of my room. Ugh.
Game over.
Now we were back to square one.
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For the next week, Taylor avoided me. He didn’t come to dinner at all, and of course, no one even noticed he was gone besides me and Isaac. Jokes were made about Taylor’s (false) stupidity and “feminine” qualities as if he were there. My great grandfather guffawed as my grandfather questioned Taylor’s sexuality and Isaac made up some dumb lie about how “once he saw Taylor trying on some of Jessica's dresses in his room.” It was so disgusting, so pathetic that they talked about him the way they did. What’s worse was the fact that they said it regardless of whether or not he was there to hear it, because frankly, they didn’t really give a shit how he felt. It was entertainment for them to make him feel terrible, and they’d make bets about the amount of food he’d consume in correlation to the insults he’d received during dinner.
The oddest part of all of this was that…my family wasn’t filled with these inhuman, evil people. Everyone was pretty cool to each other usually, unless one was fighting with another, and assuming that there were so many people living under one roof…I’d say we all got along pretty well. But for some reason, just mentioning Taylor’s name brought out this ugly, wicked face of the Hanson family. I mean yeah, he was weird, and yeah, I was definitely guilty of participating in the ugliness…but no one should have ever had to listen to what Taylor had listened to for his whole life. In all honesty, I would’ve killed myself years ago.
After Jessica, Mackenzie, my grandmother and I had finished cleaning up, I retreated to my bedroom. Not 5 minutes after I’d sat on my bed, Isaac entered. He sat on the foot of my bed; his back leaned against the wall, one leg on my mattress and arms crossed over his chest.
“Where’s Taylor been?” he asked, his eyes focused on his feet.
“I dunno,” I answered back, pulling the band out of my hair and shaking my head.
“Yeah you do.”
“Why would I lie about knowing where Taylor is?”
“Why have you been spending so much time with him lately?” He turned his face to look at me and his eyes ate to my core.
“Because.”
“Because why? Since when the fuck are you and Taylor even related?”
“Ike,” I looked down at the bed, avoided to meet his eyes. “I know you’re going to think I sound stupid, but honestly…do you ever sit and listen to what this family says about Taylor? And to his face. I just…he’s not a bad guy, Ike.”
“No one ever said he was a bad guy, Zac. He’s fucking weird and we’re all just embarrassed of him. The only way for him to change is to see how much shame he brings to this family. We’re doing him a favor.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at him angrily. I was fuming. How dare he start with that shit! “Taylor does not embarrass this family, Isaac. Taylor is smart, Taylor is nice, Taylor sings, Taylor is unique. So he’s not another fucking Hanson drone, why is that so bad?”
“Why the fuck do you care so suddenly!” He yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “You just all the sudden had this…had a fucking realization that Taylor, the bitch we made fun of together for our whole lives, was the coolest person ever? And you cared enough to fuckin’ punch me in the face?” He pointed to the yellow and green bruise on his nose. I recoiled a bit. “Well fuck you, Zac. You can go and join Taylor in his “uniqueness”, and when we start makin’ fun of you at the dinner table, he can hold you in his arms and tell you that he understands what being a freak is like. I hope you like how it feels, you God damned hypocrite.” And with that, he up and left the room, leaving me to contemplate where my loyalties lay.
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 7th. Enjoy, leave love!
The evening before my return to school, Taylor and I sat in my room playing video games for hours. Mario Kart, specifically.
You see, I’m sort of a god at Mario Kart. I’ve won numerous neighborhood battles and even had my name in the local newspaper for being the most unbeatable Mario Kart champion in all of Tulsa. Basically, I’m a Mario Kart legend. And I don’t say this to brag, because Lord knows Zac Hanson is most modest, but I just let you know this so you can understand the level of distraction my older brother caused.
Smoke from Taylor’s cigarette seeped out of his nose and mouth when he laughed, sort of acting as this…hypnotic cinnamony incense that clouded my thoughts and vision. All I could think about was his smell, and his lips, and his body, and his sex…Needless to say, he beat me on every level of Mario Kart. Usually I kicked anyone’s ass who dared to challenge me, but I was so distracted by Taylor’s...everything, that I couldn’t even focus on the game.
“Ha!” he shouted, putting down his controller and grinning widely at the T.V. set. “Beat you again.” I narrowed my eyes at him and grabbed his jaw, pulling his face to kiss him. I felt his smile through our kiss and pulled away.
“If you’re going to rub this in my face, I’m never gonna let you play Mario Kart with me again,” I warned, raising my eyebrow at him.
“That’s okay.” He sighed and lay back on the blue shag rug, sucking on his clove and looking up at the faintly glowing, tacked-on stars on my ceiling. “I don’t ever need to play again; I could live off this victory for the rest of my life.” I rolled my eyes, deciding to let that conversation die, and lay down next to him, putting my hands behind my head. Out of nowhere he started humming, which soon turned into soft singing.
“A dream of better days was long gone by the way. Is there a better place? Well who can ever say? It seems I've spent so long, I can't define my right from wrong.” I turned my head to watch him.
“Did you write that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Before.”
“Before when?” I pressed. His eyes opened and he looked me in the eye, the sudden seriousness reflected into those blue irises.
“Before I knew you. Before I really knew me…” Did he seriously just quote "She’s All That?" So gay.
“Oh, fuck you, Taylor. Since when is quoting Freddie Prinze Jr. cool?” He smiled and rolled onto his side to look at me, his eyes glittering in the light of the T.V.
“It’s been cool since now. And you must be really cool to know what movie it’s from.”
I blushed. “I saw it like, years ago…”
“And I guess Freddie Prinze made a pretty big impression on you, huh?”
That made me angry. I sat up and looked down at him, narrowing my eyes into slits.
“Fuck you. I’m not gay!”
Taylor rolled onto his back again to look up at me. “No?”
“No.”
“You don’t seem to mind kissing me too much.”
“I’m not gay, Taylor.”
“So when a guy likes cock, he’s straight? I wasn’t aware that Webster redefined the meaning of ‘straight’.”
“Stop it!” I screamed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to sit up. “I don’t like Freddie Prize Jr. I like girls. I’m not a fucking cock-sucking faggot like you. I am and will always be damn straight. You can't consider me gay for fucking a girl like you!” The look on his face made me want to shoot myself. I was the picture under the definition of Foot-In-Your-Mouth. Taylor’s expression looked like Ike’s had after I’d punched him in the face: hurt, upset, shocked. I couldn’t believe I’d just called him that.
I reached out and touched his shoulder, but he shrugged my hand away like it was poison.
“Tay, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-“
But he cut me off with a disbelieving headshake and stood up, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Fuck you,” he spat in my direction as he walked out of my room. Ugh.
Game over.
Now we were back to square one.
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For the next week, Taylor avoided me. He didn’t come to dinner at all, and of course, no one even noticed he was gone besides me and Isaac. Jokes were made about Taylor’s (false) stupidity and “feminine” qualities as if he were there. My great grandfather guffawed as my grandfather questioned Taylor’s sexuality and Isaac made up some dumb lie about how “once he saw Taylor trying on some of Jessica's dresses in his room.” It was so disgusting, so pathetic that they talked about him the way they did. What’s worse was the fact that they said it regardless of whether or not he was there to hear it, because frankly, they didn’t really give a shit how he felt. It was entertainment for them to make him feel terrible, and they’d make bets about the amount of food he’d consume in correlation to the insults he’d received during dinner.
The oddest part of all of this was that…my family wasn’t filled with these inhuman, evil people. Everyone was pretty cool to each other usually, unless one was fighting with another, and assuming that there were so many people living under one roof…I’d say we all got along pretty well. But for some reason, just mentioning Taylor’s name brought out this ugly, wicked face of the Hanson family. I mean yeah, he was weird, and yeah, I was definitely guilty of participating in the ugliness…but no one should have ever had to listen to what Taylor had listened to for his whole life. In all honesty, I would’ve killed myself years ago.
After Jessica, Mackenzie, my grandmother and I had finished cleaning up, I retreated to my bedroom. Not 5 minutes after I’d sat on my bed, Isaac entered. He sat on the foot of my bed; his back leaned against the wall, one leg on my mattress and arms crossed over his chest.
“Where’s Taylor been?” he asked, his eyes focused on his feet.
“I dunno,” I answered back, pulling the band out of my hair and shaking my head.
“Yeah you do.”
“Why would I lie about knowing where Taylor is?”
“Why have you been spending so much time with him lately?” He turned his face to look at me and his eyes ate to my core.
“Because.”
“Because why? Since when the fuck are you and Taylor even related?”
“Ike,” I looked down at the bed, avoided to meet his eyes. “I know you’re going to think I sound stupid, but honestly…do you ever sit and listen to what this family says about Taylor? And to his face. I just…he’s not a bad guy, Ike.”
“No one ever said he was a bad guy, Zac. He’s fucking weird and we’re all just embarrassed of him. The only way for him to change is to see how much shame he brings to this family. We’re doing him a favor.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at him angrily. I was fuming. How dare he start with that shit! “Taylor does not embarrass this family, Isaac. Taylor is smart, Taylor is nice, Taylor sings, Taylor is unique. So he’s not another fucking Hanson drone, why is that so bad?”
“Why the fuck do you care so suddenly!” He yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “You just all the sudden had this…had a fucking realization that Taylor, the bitch we made fun of together for our whole lives, was the coolest person ever? And you cared enough to fuckin’ punch me in the face?” He pointed to the yellow and green bruise on his nose. I recoiled a bit. “Well fuck you, Zac. You can go and join Taylor in his “uniqueness”, and when we start makin’ fun of you at the dinner table, he can hold you in his arms and tell you that he understands what being a freak is like. I hope you like how it feels, you God damned hypocrite.” And with that, he up and left the room, leaving me to contemplate where my loyalties lay.