Title: INK
CHAPTER 12: FALLING AWAY FROM EDEN
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 ;-)
here's another update for the story Ink. Enjoy, and comment please!
“Zac,” Taylor breathed as he trudged through the snow after me, “Please stop it. Stop running.” His hand landed on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, aggravated by the way he was treating the situation.
“Stop? You want me to stop?” I screamed as I turned around, pushing him backwards so that he stumbled and landed on his ass. “You might’ve just ruined my life, Taylor! Avery just saw us fuckin’ making out! She might be telling mom and dad and every other person in that house as we speak, and you want me to stop?” My arms were flailing all around the damn place and his eyes were wide as they looked up at me. Now I realize that he was scared and in shock at how out of control I was, but at that moment, it felt as if he were surveying me…sizing me up, measuring me for what I was worth. “Stop looking at me like that hussy!” I yelled, turning around and leaving him there to melt into the snow.
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That night at dinner, Taylor was really quiet. No one had said anything to me about what Avery had seen, so I concluded that she hadn’t told anyone- at least, not yet. She made sure to avoid my eyes at every moment possible, however, and I knew that after dinner I’d have to have a talk with her. The question was: what would I say? Ave, I know you saw me and Tay making out, but it’s not a big deal. Just don’t tell anyone and don’t ever do it with anyone and totally erase everything you saw out of your memory. Yeah, she’d totally understand.
Isaac was also ignoring me. I figured he was just still angry about the attention I was giving Taylor, because that was attention that was being taken away from him. And everyone, especially Isaac, was privy to the fact that Taylor Hanson did not deserve any sort of positive attention. Idiots.
“Taylor, would you pass the salt?” My mother asked, spooning a forkful of potatoes into Mackenzie’s mouth. Taylor looked up from his spinach, seemingly surprised that anyone was acknowledging his presence, and passed it down the table without a word. I hated to admit how cute he was, with his face all obscured by his whitish hair and his pink cheeks all bright and pretty. My anger had mostly subsided by then, because I knew it wasn’t only his fault that we’d been seen…but it would hurt my pride too much to admit it to him. I did know however that yelling at him, and especially pushing him, was wrong and needed to be addressed. Usually I have this no regrets policy thing, but I decided that apologizing for hurting Taylor would show him how much he meant to me.
“Taylor, can I talk to you after dinner?” I asked quietly as my father and great grandfather were having a particularly heated discussion about car repairs. Please tell me how it is that no one, absolutely NO one was paying attention to Taylor or me, but as soon as I utter a single word to him, all eyes are on us.
“Why you needa talk to him?” Great Grandpa Bernie asked, shoveling a mouthful of beef into his nearly toothless mouth. “Fixin’ him?”
“Grandpa, stop it,” my mother scolded. “There is nothing about Taylor that needs fixing.”
“His brain,” Jessica said, and my great grandmother laughed as if she’d just heard the funniest joke ever told. I was angry, because I knew that I should stick up for him, but Isaac was looking at me with hawk eyes, and I knew that if I did stick up for him I’d be questioned and harassed. So I just didn’t say anything, and Ike looked at me approvingly, which sort of made me nauseous.
I found Taylor in his usual spot after dinner. His eyes were closed and he was strumming an old acoustic guitar, humming along to a tune I didn’t recognize. Watching him had been giving me this weird feeling lately- a feeling that made me feel less like me. I didn’t have the urge to be sarcastic or mean. When I looked at him, I just wanted to hug him, kiss him, fuck him, touch him, talk to him, listen to him. I didn’t like that he was changing me, but it wasn’t something I could help.
“Get out, Zac.” His voice brought me back to reality. I frowned and closed the door behind me, stepping into the room and sitting at his feet. I looked up at him from my spot on the floor and rubbed his knees gently.
“I’m sorry for being a dick today,” I whispered, looking at the knees I was rubbing because his face made me feel too guilty. He sighed and shook his head.
“Stop apologizing.”
“But I’m sorry Baby.”
“No, you’re not.
“But I-“
“I said stop please!” Small tears used his eyelashes as miniature tightropes, trying their hardest to balance themselves, but inevitably falling to a dim fate. His tone wasn’t angry, but sad. “I can’t do this anymore, Zac.” He put his guitar down on the bed next to him and wiped at his eyes, his voice unwavering. “I can’t deal with your mood swings every time something unexpected happens. If you can’t deal with all of the shit that’s going to come with all of the good, then we should go back to ignoring each other.”
“I never ignored you.” I moved to sit on the bed with him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. I was guilty, and the best way to deal with guilt was to fuck. Hard.
Apparently he didn’t agree.
“Stop Zac,” his hand pushed at my chest. “I’m serious.”
“But Tay Baby…” My nose pressed against his neck as I lay him down on the bed.
"Zac!" he repeated, but more weakly this time.
"What?"
His cheeks turned pink. "I can't contradict anymore when you call me like that..." He whimpered, his resistance lessening with every word and I couldn't help to smile about his damn cuteness.
"I'll keep that in mind."
I couldn't think about anything else than to fuck his innocence out of him.
And he didn’t protest anymore.
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His lip was slippery between my teeth. Sucking, breathing, squirming- it was all a mix of bodies and sweat and movement. I thrusted steadily into him, my arms on either side of his fluffy blonde head and his straddled legs around my waist. The grip of his hands on my shoulders weakened as he got more exhausted, but his moans and squeaks only got louder and more intense as my cock head hit his prostate. Over and over and harder and over.
“Are you okay Baby?” I asked, my hair forming a halo around his face as I humped harder and faster. I knew he was okay, better than okay, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him tell me how good I was making him feel, how hot it was when my dick filled that tight asshole, how fucking great it was when I sucked on his mouth and made sure that he came before I did.
“Yes Zac.” Eyelids closed and sounds came out in soft, effeminate sounds. He was like an innocent baby beneath me; I could do whatever I wanted to do to him, fuck him any which way, smack him around if I wanted to. He was mine for the taking, and you best believe I was gonna take and take him until he was completely dry.
I bent my arms so that our chests were pressed together and used the friction between our bellies to rub his dick. He whimpered loudly as I squirmed on top of him, and the thought of the snake from the story of Adam and Eve flashed into my mind. All of the sudden, I was Adam and the snake on my belly, and Taylor was Eve, and I was fucking Eve’s hot, wet cunt and we were just doing it, going at it and I was taking away her innocence, and then everything went dark, and we were spiraling, moving towards some other world, something bad, but I didn’t care because I was cumming, cumming hard and loud and Eve- Taylor’s nails were scratching at my back and I couldn’t stop shooting into his ass, his hot, tight, no-longer-virgin ass, and I knew it must’ve hurt because he was making my shoulders bleed with his little nails, and he was loudly squeaking, yelling and biting into my shoulder and telling me to stop, and I didn’t care, because I liked having that kind of power over him.
When I was finished, I pulled out of him slowly and pushed myself up with my arms, looking down at his face. His cheeks were bright red and tear streaked, and his eyes were shut tightly.
“Did I hurt you?”
Nod.
“I didn’t mean to.” He opened his eyes and sniffed, nodding and shifting uncomfortably beneath me. “What is it baby?”
“It’s…” His voice was weak and embarrassed. “It’s in my butt.” He whined. Fire flooded through my cheeks and earlobes as I got off of him and let him go to the bathroom to- um - deal with cleanup.
I lay there with my hands behind my head, thinking about what it meant that I’d hurt him. I was conflicted, because he’d wanted the sex, and he didn’t seem angry with me, but I still knew that it had to mean something that I’d actually hurt him and not cared enough to stop. Did that mean that I didn’t actually love him? That I could never actually love anyone because I cared too much about myself? That I was actually just a pervert who got off on the fact that this was so anti-Christian, so taboo?
I sat up and put on my boxers.
Before my journey to self-actualization could continue, the door flew open and Isaac was standing there red-faced and sweaty.
“I KNEW it, I fucking KNEW it!” I didn’t even have enough time to stand up before his hand was on my throat and my head connected with the concrete wall and everything went dark.
I was Adam again, but this time, I was done falling. I was landing, and it hurt, and Eve wasn’t there.
Taylor wasn’t there.
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 ;-)
here's another update for the story Ink. Enjoy, and comment please!
“Zac,” Taylor breathed as he trudged through the snow after me, “Please stop it. Stop running.” His hand landed on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, aggravated by the way he was treating the situation.
“Stop? You want me to stop?” I screamed as I turned around, pushing him backwards so that he stumbled and landed on his ass. “You might’ve just ruined my life, Taylor! Avery just saw us fuckin’ making out! She might be telling mom and dad and every other person in that house as we speak, and you want me to stop?” My arms were flailing all around the damn place and his eyes were wide as they looked up at me. Now I realize that he was scared and in shock at how out of control I was, but at that moment, it felt as if he were surveying me…sizing me up, measuring me for what I was worth. “Stop looking at me like that hussy!” I yelled, turning around and leaving him there to melt into the snow.
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That night at dinner, Taylor was really quiet. No one had said anything to me about what Avery had seen, so I concluded that she hadn’t told anyone- at least, not yet. She made sure to avoid my eyes at every moment possible, however, and I knew that after dinner I’d have to have a talk with her. The question was: what would I say? Ave, I know you saw me and Tay making out, but it’s not a big deal. Just don’t tell anyone and don’t ever do it with anyone and totally erase everything you saw out of your memory. Yeah, she’d totally understand.
Isaac was also ignoring me. I figured he was just still angry about the attention I was giving Taylor, because that was attention that was being taken away from him. And everyone, especially Isaac, was privy to the fact that Taylor Hanson did not deserve any sort of positive attention. Idiots.
“Taylor, would you pass the salt?” My mother asked, spooning a forkful of potatoes into Mackenzie’s mouth. Taylor looked up from his spinach, seemingly surprised that anyone was acknowledging his presence, and passed it down the table without a word. I hated to admit how cute he was, with his face all obscured by his whitish hair and his pink cheeks all bright and pretty. My anger had mostly subsided by then, because I knew it wasn’t only his fault that we’d been seen…but it would hurt my pride too much to admit it to him. I did know however that yelling at him, and especially pushing him, was wrong and needed to be addressed. Usually I have this no regrets policy thing, but I decided that apologizing for hurting Taylor would show him how much he meant to me.
“Taylor, can I talk to you after dinner?” I asked quietly as my father and great grandfather were having a particularly heated discussion about car repairs. Please tell me how it is that no one, absolutely NO one was paying attention to Taylor or me, but as soon as I utter a single word to him, all eyes are on us.
“Why you needa talk to him?” Great Grandpa Bernie asked, shoveling a mouthful of beef into his nearly toothless mouth. “Fixin’ him?”
“Grandpa, stop it,” my mother scolded. “There is nothing about Taylor that needs fixing.”
“His brain,” Jessica said, and my great grandmother laughed as if she’d just heard the funniest joke ever told. I was angry, because I knew that I should stick up for him, but Isaac was looking at me with hawk eyes, and I knew that if I did stick up for him I’d be questioned and harassed. So I just didn’t say anything, and Ike looked at me approvingly, which sort of made me nauseous.
I found Taylor in his usual spot after dinner. His eyes were closed and he was strumming an old acoustic guitar, humming along to a tune I didn’t recognize. Watching him had been giving me this weird feeling lately- a feeling that made me feel less like me. I didn’t have the urge to be sarcastic or mean. When I looked at him, I just wanted to hug him, kiss him, fuck him, touch him, talk to him, listen to him. I didn’t like that he was changing me, but it wasn’t something I could help.
“Get out, Zac.” His voice brought me back to reality. I frowned and closed the door behind me, stepping into the room and sitting at his feet. I looked up at him from my spot on the floor and rubbed his knees gently.
“I’m sorry for being a dick today,” I whispered, looking at the knees I was rubbing because his face made me feel too guilty. He sighed and shook his head.
“Stop apologizing.”
“But I’m sorry Baby.”
“No, you’re not.
“But I-“
“I said stop please!” Small tears used his eyelashes as miniature tightropes, trying their hardest to balance themselves, but inevitably falling to a dim fate. His tone wasn’t angry, but sad. “I can’t do this anymore, Zac.” He put his guitar down on the bed next to him and wiped at his eyes, his voice unwavering. “I can’t deal with your mood swings every time something unexpected happens. If you can’t deal with all of the shit that’s going to come with all of the good, then we should go back to ignoring each other.”
“I never ignored you.” I moved to sit on the bed with him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. I was guilty, and the best way to deal with guilt was to fuck. Hard.
Apparently he didn’t agree.
“Stop Zac,” his hand pushed at my chest. “I’m serious.”
“But Tay Baby…” My nose pressed against his neck as I lay him down on the bed.
"Zac!" he repeated, but more weakly this time.
"What?"
His cheeks turned pink. "I can't contradict anymore when you call me like that..." He whimpered, his resistance lessening with every word and I couldn't help to smile about his damn cuteness.
"I'll keep that in mind."
I couldn't think about anything else than to fuck his innocence out of him.
And he didn’t protest anymore.
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His lip was slippery between my teeth. Sucking, breathing, squirming- it was all a mix of bodies and sweat and movement. I thrusted steadily into him, my arms on either side of his fluffy blonde head and his straddled legs around my waist. The grip of his hands on my shoulders weakened as he got more exhausted, but his moans and squeaks only got louder and more intense as my cock head hit his prostate. Over and over and harder and over.
“Are you okay Baby?” I asked, my hair forming a halo around his face as I humped harder and faster. I knew he was okay, better than okay, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him tell me how good I was making him feel, how hot it was when my dick filled that tight asshole, how fucking great it was when I sucked on his mouth and made sure that he came before I did.
“Yes Zac.” Eyelids closed and sounds came out in soft, effeminate sounds. He was like an innocent baby beneath me; I could do whatever I wanted to do to him, fuck him any which way, smack him around if I wanted to. He was mine for the taking, and you best believe I was gonna take and take him until he was completely dry.
I bent my arms so that our chests were pressed together and used the friction between our bellies to rub his dick. He whimpered loudly as I squirmed on top of him, and the thought of the snake from the story of Adam and Eve flashed into my mind. All of the sudden, I was Adam and the snake on my belly, and Taylor was Eve, and I was fucking Eve’s hot, wet cunt and we were just doing it, going at it and I was taking away her innocence, and then everything went dark, and we were spiraling, moving towards some other world, something bad, but I didn’t care because I was cumming, cumming hard and loud and Eve- Taylor’s nails were scratching at my back and I couldn’t stop shooting into his ass, his hot, tight, no-longer-virgin ass, and I knew it must’ve hurt because he was making my shoulders bleed with his little nails, and he was loudly squeaking, yelling and biting into my shoulder and telling me to stop, and I didn’t care, because I liked having that kind of power over him.
When I was finished, I pulled out of him slowly and pushed myself up with my arms, looking down at his face. His cheeks were bright red and tear streaked, and his eyes were shut tightly.
“Did I hurt you?”
Nod.
“I didn’t mean to.” He opened his eyes and sniffed, nodding and shifting uncomfortably beneath me. “What is it baby?”
“It’s…” His voice was weak and embarrassed. “It’s in my butt.” He whined. Fire flooded through my cheeks and earlobes as I got off of him and let him go to the bathroom to- um - deal with cleanup.
I lay there with my hands behind my head, thinking about what it meant that I’d hurt him. I was conflicted, because he’d wanted the sex, and he didn’t seem angry with me, but I still knew that it had to mean something that I’d actually hurt him and not cared enough to stop. Did that mean that I didn’t actually love him? That I could never actually love anyone because I cared too much about myself? That I was actually just a pervert who got off on the fact that this was so anti-Christian, so taboo?
I sat up and put on my boxers.
Before my journey to self-actualization could continue, the door flew open and Isaac was standing there red-faced and sweaty.
“I KNEW it, I fucking KNEW it!” I didn’t even have enough time to stand up before his hand was on my throat and my head connected with the concrete wall and everything went dark.
I was Adam again, but this time, I was done falling. I was landing, and it hurt, and Eve wasn’t there.
Taylor wasn’t there.