Title: INK
Chapter 11: Big Apple Circus
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 is in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)
Hey everyone. Sorry for taking so long.. here's chapter 11. Hope you enjoy it!
After getting clean and having breakfast with the fam, I decided to get my relatively straight-edge brother fucked up before our tattoo excursion. Obviously, if I told him that I was going to bring him to our tree house and force him to smoke weed, he wouldn’t have done it. So instead, I told him I had a “surprise” for him in the tree house that he’d be absolutely thrilled about, and if he didn’t see it right then it’d be gone. Taylor, being the 5-year-old-stuck-in-a-big-boy’s-body that he is, smiled maniacally and dragged me out back.
Our tree house is in the woods that surround our house. It’s pretty small, but kept in good condition because of all the kids in my family. Jessica likes to take her friends up there, and if Ike, Taylor, or I are stuck with babysitting duty, it’s a good place to bring the young ones. It also serves as a pot-smoking haven, and thus, perpetually smells of burnt weed and cigarettes. Good thing my parents are too old to climb up the ladder.
We trudged through the woods and melting snow to get to the ladder. As Taylor climbed, the curve of his back was visible from my place on the ground. It made me think about sex, which I was still uncomfortable thinking about because of the previous night. I shook the thought from my head and climbed up after him, shutting the little door behind me and flicking the lights and space heater on. Whoever thought of connecting our tree house to the electrical system was a genius.
Taylor settled himself on the red, 70’s shag carpet and looked around perplexedly. “Where’s my surprise?” he asked, having totally expected me to bring him the Big Apple Circus. I crawled over and sat down in front of him, pulling the joint I’d rolled earlier out of my back pocket. Smiling, I brought it to my lips, took a lighter out of my other pocket, and lit the joint. By then Taylor’s arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed. “That better not be my surprise.”
I laughed, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. “What the hell did you think it was gonna be? A puppy?”
“That would’ve been better than pot. I don’t smoke pot.”
“Have you ever?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you like it?”
He fidgeted with his hands a little, leaning his back against the beanbag behind him. “Well, it’s not necessarily that I don’t like it, it’s more that…” He paused. “It’s more that I’m not so good with the whole drug thing.”
I laughed loudly at that, taking another hit and breathing it out in his face. He was too cute. “The whole ‘drug thing’? What does that even mean, Taylor?” He didn’t look like he was joking, though.
“I mean that I get hooked on stuff easily. I don’t want to get involved.”
“One joint won’t kill you. Come on, have you ever tried a blow-back?” He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “It’s when one person takes a hit and breathes it into the other person’s mouth. It’s fun.” Again, he shook his head.
“I don’t want to smoke, Zac.” I sighed, already pretty high but still able to use the magic stick.
“I’ll cut you a deal,” I began, lifting the side of the carpet and putting my finished joint under it, “if you smoke a joint with me, I’ll get a tattoo with you.” I paused, replaying those words in my head. Did I just agree to get a tattoo?! Meh, whatever. If Taylor could take the pain, I shouldn’t have any trouble.
He looked up at the ceiling, reaching up his hand and screwing the light bulb in and out, in and out. “Okay,” he answered, looking at me nervously. I smiled slightly and took another joint out of my pocket, lighting it up and taking a hit. I didn’t fill my lungs with too much smoke the first time because I didn’t want him to choke.
Carefully, I crawled over to him with smoke still detained in my lungs and parted his legs. I sat between them on my knees and gently placed my lips on his, slowly exhaling into his mouth. He didn’t move at first, but after a second he started to inhale. He breathed in until there was nothing left to breathe, and I pulled away and smiled at him.
“Hold it for 10 seconds, and then breathe it out.” He nodded his head and looked all around the room as he waited, his cheeks all puffy like a blowfish. Goodness, he was just a peach.
He breathed out a little too quickly and ended up coughing, but only a little. “Are you okay?” I asked, rocking on my knees a little. He nodded.
I placed the joint to his lips, pressing the pads of my fingers against the moist, pink flesh, and watched fixatedly as he sucked on the curled leaf. His eyes were closed as he inhaled and I was left impressed by the sizable hit he took. No coughing or anything. Slowly, I placed my mouth on his and inhaled. I kept my eyes open and caught his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping at it softly as I breathed the smoke out through my nose. He smiled a little and I kissed him delicately. I was very high by then, and when there was nothing left to suck on but the roach, I realized that Taylor was very high, too. His half-lidded eyes were bloodshot, and the smile that sat on his face was dizzy and far away. Red cheeks and a pink-tipped nose matched nicely with the 70’s décor of the tree house, and the more I stared at his face, the farther away I got. Was it possible that just looking at someone could make your high that much better?
Our positions hadn’t changed: I was still sitting on my shins and he was still leaning on the beanbag, staring at me as if I were a delicious ham. I tied my hair back away from my face and put my hands on his upper thighs.
“I love you, Baby,” I whispered against his lips. I felt his body shiver as I moved in and brushed my lips against his. I was being as gentle as I could be, but I was fucked up and not terribly graceful. He laughed a little when I shoved my tongue into his mouth and I felt his warm hand cup my cheek. Our tongues moves together at an unsteady rhythm and our lips worked furiously to mesh themselves together. I laid him back down carefully against the beanbag, moving one hand back to his upper thigh and my other to his beating chest. His heart was quick and excited, and the fact that he was excited made me excited, and I continued to lip-rape him as I rubbed my thumb over the lump in his jeans.
“Oh God, Zac” he muttered as I suffocated his mouth, massaging my finger over the head of his cock. After a minute of rubbing, I felt a small wet spot beneath the pad of my thumb and pulled my face away from his.
“Tay, you’re…” I tried to catch my breath, “you’re leaking…through your pants.” His cheeks and lips were like red candy and he nodded, his eyes still closed tightly. Without any prompting from me, he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them to his knees and whimpering as I wrapped my hand around him.
“Please touch me,” he pleaded. It was weird…his whimpers weren’t masculine or gruff like mine. They were desperate, feminine…and fuck; they turned me on so bad. I wasn’t even nervous about jacking him off anymore, I wanted to do it.
I worked my hand slowly up and down his shaft, letting my fingers actually take in and adjust to the way he felt. It was really hot, and surprisingly smooth…and wet. It’s funny, because after so many years of touching my own body, I never really took the time to feel it, you know? But Taylor was different. Taylor made me want to drink in every second and let it wash around in my mouth to get the full effect.
He moaned, moving his hips to meet my hand. My eyes ate him up as he squeaked and came abruptly, cum dribbling over my fingers and onto his thighs. I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t scream my name when he came, but it was okay. I enjoyed to make him squeaking. And I knew there would be other chances.
His dick softened in my hand as I leaned down to kiss him delicately. He wrapped his weak arms around my neck and I ran my fingers through his soft hair as we kissed. My lips never left his as I pulled his pants back up, buttoned them for him, and wiped my cum-coated hand on the carpet.
“Thank you Zac,” he breathed into my mouth before pulling away. “I love you so much.” The dilated, red vessels in his eyes made the already blue irises look unreal. They reminded me of a cerulean crayon.
“I love you too Baby,” I told him, my erection still hard against the crotch of his jeans. He glanced down between us.
“Do you…want me to…” The expression on his face told me he didn’t want to do it, and even though my dick was about to pull some Mount Saint Helens shit on the inside of my pants, I just shook my head and pecked his lips lightly.
“No Baby, it’s okay.”
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Taylor seemed to have forgotten about the promise I’d made for the remainder of the afternoon. We lay together on the carpet with our heads propped up by our sweatshirts, my arms protectively around him and my head clearing from the weed. As I rubbed the small of his back, I began to think about how all of this would work.
“Tay?” I asked, running my other hand up and down the tribal print of his arm, “How are we going to do this?” I tried to keep my tone calm so I wouldn’t upset him.
“Do what?”
“This. Our relationship. How are we going to make it work?” He ran his fingers over my chest for a while, thinking.
“I don’t know. I mean we’ll have to hide it from people who know us, but if we’re out and stuff, I think we don’t have to be as uptight.” He smiled and wrinkled up his nose, letting platinum strands of hair dangle in front of his eyes. Ungh, he was so adorable, but so naïve. We couldn’t just walk around town holding hands and kissing! Even people that didn’t know us would think it was weird, and I didn’t take well to being considered weird.
“Well…” I tried again, “we can’t really be too open about it, Tay. I mean, this is serious business. Not only is what we’re doing gay, but it’s…incestuous.” The word was bitter on my tongue. I’d never really taken the time to think about that before. What we were doing was sinful in probably every way someone could sin, yet there we were, giving each other handjobs in tree houses and loving every minute of it. Fuck, I was so going to hell.
“Can we please just…not talk about this now? We had a nice afternoon; I really don’t want to worry about this Zac.”
“But Baby, we have to talk about it. If we’re going to be together, we need to be cautious.”
“Okay, we’ll be cautious, but I’d rather not discuss the details now. Just let me love you.” How the fuck could I say no to that?! I let him crawl on top of me and I fingered the sliver of exposed skin over his butt as we kissed. I was getting hard again, and the last thing I needed to happen again was blue-balls when all the sudden, I heard something outside. “Tay,” I said into his mouth, pushing on his chest so he’d stop kissing.
“What?”
“Do you hear something?”
He looked around. “No…”
I moved him off of me. In the window of the tree-house door was a small, scared face. My eyes went wide and I lunged at the door, but before I could open it, the face was gone. All I could see was the tiny body of my sister, running like hell through the snow back to our house. My heart stopped beating.
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 is in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)
Hey everyone. Sorry for taking so long.. here's chapter 11. Hope you enjoy it!
After getting clean and having breakfast with the fam, I decided to get my relatively straight-edge brother fucked up before our tattoo excursion. Obviously, if I told him that I was going to bring him to our tree house and force him to smoke weed, he wouldn’t have done it. So instead, I told him I had a “surprise” for him in the tree house that he’d be absolutely thrilled about, and if he didn’t see it right then it’d be gone. Taylor, being the 5-year-old-stuck-in-a-big-boy’s-body that he is, smiled maniacally and dragged me out back.
Our tree house is in the woods that surround our house. It’s pretty small, but kept in good condition because of all the kids in my family. Jessica likes to take her friends up there, and if Ike, Taylor, or I are stuck with babysitting duty, it’s a good place to bring the young ones. It also serves as a pot-smoking haven, and thus, perpetually smells of burnt weed and cigarettes. Good thing my parents are too old to climb up the ladder.
We trudged through the woods and melting snow to get to the ladder. As Taylor climbed, the curve of his back was visible from my place on the ground. It made me think about sex, which I was still uncomfortable thinking about because of the previous night. I shook the thought from my head and climbed up after him, shutting the little door behind me and flicking the lights and space heater on. Whoever thought of connecting our tree house to the electrical system was a genius.
Taylor settled himself on the red, 70’s shag carpet and looked around perplexedly. “Where’s my surprise?” he asked, having totally expected me to bring him the Big Apple Circus. I crawled over and sat down in front of him, pulling the joint I’d rolled earlier out of my back pocket. Smiling, I brought it to my lips, took a lighter out of my other pocket, and lit the joint. By then Taylor’s arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed. “That better not be my surprise.”
I laughed, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. “What the hell did you think it was gonna be? A puppy?”
“That would’ve been better than pot. I don’t smoke pot.”
“Have you ever?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you like it?”
He fidgeted with his hands a little, leaning his back against the beanbag behind him. “Well, it’s not necessarily that I don’t like it, it’s more that…” He paused. “It’s more that I’m not so good with the whole drug thing.”
I laughed loudly at that, taking another hit and breathing it out in his face. He was too cute. “The whole ‘drug thing’? What does that even mean, Taylor?” He didn’t look like he was joking, though.
“I mean that I get hooked on stuff easily. I don’t want to get involved.”
“One joint won’t kill you. Come on, have you ever tried a blow-back?” He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “It’s when one person takes a hit and breathes it into the other person’s mouth. It’s fun.” Again, he shook his head.
“I don’t want to smoke, Zac.” I sighed, already pretty high but still able to use the magic stick.
“I’ll cut you a deal,” I began, lifting the side of the carpet and putting my finished joint under it, “if you smoke a joint with me, I’ll get a tattoo with you.” I paused, replaying those words in my head. Did I just agree to get a tattoo?! Meh, whatever. If Taylor could take the pain, I shouldn’t have any trouble.
He looked up at the ceiling, reaching up his hand and screwing the light bulb in and out, in and out. “Okay,” he answered, looking at me nervously. I smiled slightly and took another joint out of my pocket, lighting it up and taking a hit. I didn’t fill my lungs with too much smoke the first time because I didn’t want him to choke.
Carefully, I crawled over to him with smoke still detained in my lungs and parted his legs. I sat between them on my knees and gently placed my lips on his, slowly exhaling into his mouth. He didn’t move at first, but after a second he started to inhale. He breathed in until there was nothing left to breathe, and I pulled away and smiled at him.
“Hold it for 10 seconds, and then breathe it out.” He nodded his head and looked all around the room as he waited, his cheeks all puffy like a blowfish. Goodness, he was just a peach.
He breathed out a little too quickly and ended up coughing, but only a little. “Are you okay?” I asked, rocking on my knees a little. He nodded.
I placed the joint to his lips, pressing the pads of my fingers against the moist, pink flesh, and watched fixatedly as he sucked on the curled leaf. His eyes were closed as he inhaled and I was left impressed by the sizable hit he took. No coughing or anything. Slowly, I placed my mouth on his and inhaled. I kept my eyes open and caught his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping at it softly as I breathed the smoke out through my nose. He smiled a little and I kissed him delicately. I was very high by then, and when there was nothing left to suck on but the roach, I realized that Taylor was very high, too. His half-lidded eyes were bloodshot, and the smile that sat on his face was dizzy and far away. Red cheeks and a pink-tipped nose matched nicely with the 70’s décor of the tree house, and the more I stared at his face, the farther away I got. Was it possible that just looking at someone could make your high that much better?
Our positions hadn’t changed: I was still sitting on my shins and he was still leaning on the beanbag, staring at me as if I were a delicious ham. I tied my hair back away from my face and put my hands on his upper thighs.
“I love you, Baby,” I whispered against his lips. I felt his body shiver as I moved in and brushed my lips against his. I was being as gentle as I could be, but I was fucked up and not terribly graceful. He laughed a little when I shoved my tongue into his mouth and I felt his warm hand cup my cheek. Our tongues moves together at an unsteady rhythm and our lips worked furiously to mesh themselves together. I laid him back down carefully against the beanbag, moving one hand back to his upper thigh and my other to his beating chest. His heart was quick and excited, and the fact that he was excited made me excited, and I continued to lip-rape him as I rubbed my thumb over the lump in his jeans.
“Oh God, Zac” he muttered as I suffocated his mouth, massaging my finger over the head of his cock. After a minute of rubbing, I felt a small wet spot beneath the pad of my thumb and pulled my face away from his.
“Tay, you’re…” I tried to catch my breath, “you’re leaking…through your pants.” His cheeks and lips were like red candy and he nodded, his eyes still closed tightly. Without any prompting from me, he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them to his knees and whimpering as I wrapped my hand around him.
“Please touch me,” he pleaded. It was weird…his whimpers weren’t masculine or gruff like mine. They were desperate, feminine…and fuck; they turned me on so bad. I wasn’t even nervous about jacking him off anymore, I wanted to do it.
I worked my hand slowly up and down his shaft, letting my fingers actually take in and adjust to the way he felt. It was really hot, and surprisingly smooth…and wet. It’s funny, because after so many years of touching my own body, I never really took the time to feel it, you know? But Taylor was different. Taylor made me want to drink in every second and let it wash around in my mouth to get the full effect.
He moaned, moving his hips to meet my hand. My eyes ate him up as he squeaked and came abruptly, cum dribbling over my fingers and onto his thighs. I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t scream my name when he came, but it was okay. I enjoyed to make him squeaking. And I knew there would be other chances.
His dick softened in my hand as I leaned down to kiss him delicately. He wrapped his weak arms around my neck and I ran my fingers through his soft hair as we kissed. My lips never left his as I pulled his pants back up, buttoned them for him, and wiped my cum-coated hand on the carpet.
“Thank you Zac,” he breathed into my mouth before pulling away. “I love you so much.” The dilated, red vessels in his eyes made the already blue irises look unreal. They reminded me of a cerulean crayon.
“I love you too Baby,” I told him, my erection still hard against the crotch of his jeans. He glanced down between us.
“Do you…want me to…” The expression on his face told me he didn’t want to do it, and even though my dick was about to pull some Mount Saint Helens shit on the inside of my pants, I just shook my head and pecked his lips lightly.
“No Baby, it’s okay.”
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Taylor seemed to have forgotten about the promise I’d made for the remainder of the afternoon. We lay together on the carpet with our heads propped up by our sweatshirts, my arms protectively around him and my head clearing from the weed. As I rubbed the small of his back, I began to think about how all of this would work.
“Tay?” I asked, running my other hand up and down the tribal print of his arm, “How are we going to do this?” I tried to keep my tone calm so I wouldn’t upset him.
“Do what?”
“This. Our relationship. How are we going to make it work?” He ran his fingers over my chest for a while, thinking.
“I don’t know. I mean we’ll have to hide it from people who know us, but if we’re out and stuff, I think we don’t have to be as uptight.” He smiled and wrinkled up his nose, letting platinum strands of hair dangle in front of his eyes. Ungh, he was so adorable, but so naïve. We couldn’t just walk around town holding hands and kissing! Even people that didn’t know us would think it was weird, and I didn’t take well to being considered weird.
“Well…” I tried again, “we can’t really be too open about it, Tay. I mean, this is serious business. Not only is what we’re doing gay, but it’s…incestuous.” The word was bitter on my tongue. I’d never really taken the time to think about that before. What we were doing was sinful in probably every way someone could sin, yet there we were, giving each other handjobs in tree houses and loving every minute of it. Fuck, I was so going to hell.
“Can we please just…not talk about this now? We had a nice afternoon; I really don’t want to worry about this Zac.”
“But Baby, we have to talk about it. If we’re going to be together, we need to be cautious.”
“Okay, we’ll be cautious, but I’d rather not discuss the details now. Just let me love you.” How the fuck could I say no to that?! I let him crawl on top of me and I fingered the sliver of exposed skin over his butt as we kissed. I was getting hard again, and the last thing I needed to happen again was blue-balls when all the sudden, I heard something outside. “Tay,” I said into his mouth, pushing on his chest so he’d stop kissing.
“What?”
“Do you hear something?”
He looked around. “No…”
I moved him off of me. In the window of the tree-house door was a small, scared face. My eyes went wide and I lunged at the door, but before I could open it, the face was gone. All I could see was the tiny body of my sister, running like hell through the snow back to our house. My heart stopped beating.