Title: INK
CHAPTER 18: WITHOUT 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 is in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)
It's a little shorter than most of the chapters, but pivotal!
As soon as Taylor left the room, like a good little brother, I poked my eye into the peep hole and waited to hear the goods. I figured they might go somewhere that I couldn’t hear them, but they stayed just outside the door. Their voices were hushed whispers of course, but it was easier than I thought it would be to make out what they were saying.
I sort of wished when I started listening that I hadn’t started listening.
“I know I shouldn’t have been listening, but I was sitting out here and you guys weren’t exactly quiet,” I heard Eli’s voice say. Good, I hoped he heard us fuck. Remind him whose boss. They were standing too close together for me to be comfortable with and it was pissing me off how little respect this Eli mother fucker had for mine and Taylor’s relationship. STEP. THE FUCK. OFF.
“That’s like…a breach of privacy,” Taylor said seriously, and I could see the embarrassed look on his pretty face. “I may sue you.” So lame. “Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“I heard the way Zac was treating you in there and I didn’t like it.” WHAT THE FUCK! Cocksucking piece of shit could kiss my shiny white-
“That’s just how he is.” Thanks, Taylor.
“You deserve better than that, Tay.” There is nothing better than me, Elijah. Twat.
“He’s good to me. He loves me…” Taylor said, and his face dropped down to look at his hands. Elijah took one of Taylor’s hands in his own and then used his free hand to lift Taylor’s chin.
“Hey, you’re lovable, Taylor. I know your family hasn’t exactly shown you that. But you are lovable and you’re sweet and talented and beautiful. Anybody could fall for you.” Who the hell was he? Freddie Prinze Junior!?!?
Taylor turned his face out of Eli’s hand and looked down at the floor again. Good boy, Taylor. “That’s nice of you to say. I really appreciate you guys. You all, especially you, take such good care of me and I know that you don’t want me getting hurt, but I love Zac. We don’t always get along, but I love him.”
“Was he the person you were seeing before you got here? Who didn’t contact you for a month?”
Taylor sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and started to chew it. “Yeah.”
“That’s not good behavior, Taylor. He’s a kid. You need someone who can protect you and treat you like you deserve to be treated. You don’t need some hormonal teenager who’s too selfish to even call you after you move out to see how you’re doing.” Eli shook his head and put his hands on Taylor’s waist, pulling on him and making him take a step closer to Eli.
“Eli, I-“
“Tay, don’t try to see past it anymore. I can protect you. I can give you better love than you’ve ever felt. The kind of love you get from a manipulative kid brother is not normal love. You deserve better than that.” Manipulative!? This asshole didn’t even know me! And he was coming onto my brother RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. He wanted me to see this. He KNEW I was watching. He fucking knew it, and he was doing this completely on purpose on the count that my bad temper would bust a fucking fuse in my head and I’d go fucking crazy on both of them. But you know what? I wouldn’t do that. I was a changed fucking man, and I wouldn’t just freak out over-
DID HE SERIOUSLY JUST KISS HIM?!
Before I knew it, the door was open and I was screaming.
“You piece of shit!” I yelled at Eli, pushing him away from Taylor and against the wall. My hand was on his throat and I was squeezing. It was like I had no control over anything- I was completely enraged and out of my head. “I fucking hate you! You piece of shit! Go to hell and burn there!”
And then there were hands on me, pulling me off of Eli, and he was grabbing his throat and gasping for air dramatically. Fucking prick. He deserved to suffer. He just kissed my boyfriend!
“Zac!” Taylor yelled, and those two faggots were still holding onto me and I had absolutely no idea how they even knew I was about to kill their roommate. They weren’t there five seconds ago! I shrugged them off of me and narrowed my eyes at Taylor.
“You just kissed him!”
“No,” Eli said, his hand still gingerly touching his neck. I could see my fingerprints on his skin. “He didn’t kiss me. I kissed him.”
“And I’ll kill you for it!”
“Zac!” Taylor said, stepping in front of me before I could lunge at Eli again. “You need to calm down.” He placed his gentle hands on my shoulders and I swatted them away. How could he just act like this? Like he hadn’t just kissed- or been kissed, what the fuck ever- by that mother fucking dick robber standing behind him?!
“Don’t you tell me to calm down. You said nothing was going on between you and Eli.” I heard rustling behind me. Those two faggots were still standing there as I snapped my head around. “Can you two retards give us some privacy!?” I shouted. Sure, I was totally out of line, those guys hadn’t done anything wrong, but in the moment I was far too enraged and feeling much too betrayed to give a shit about how I treated anyone.
“Hey, please don’t talk to my friends like that. You’re in our house,” Taylor scolded, taking my chin and putting my focus back on him. I heard the faggots leave the room, grumbling about what a dick I was on their way out. Whatever.
“Yeah, I’m in your house. So you should be making out with me, not Eli over here.” Eli was still standing there, but he just seemed to be listening.
“I wasn’t making out with anybody, Zachary,” Taylor said calmly. Ew, and he had to go and use my full name. Okay, mom. “You’re the only one I love. You know that.”
“I also know that Eli,” my eyes snapped over Taylor’s shoulder to the asshole, “will not stop until you are chewing on his cock.”
“Stop being ridiculous.”
“I’m not.”
“Maybe if you treated Taylor the way he should be treated…” Eli interjected.
“Shut the fuck up, faggot!” I screamed at him.
“ZAC! Stop it, get into my room. Now.”
“No!” I knocked Taylor’s hand away from my chin. I honestly felt like I was going to bust out crying any second. It felt like they were both ganging up on me and I hadn’t even done anything WRONG. “You are both jerkoff sons of bitches and I hope you both rot in hell. Have fun swapping dick spit, faggots,” I yelled maturely before shoving Taylor into the wall and walking out, slamming the door behind me. I stood outside for a minute, tears stinging my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was crying over this. I hadn’t cried since I was a little kid, and now I was crying over Taylor?
I just couldn’t believe this had happened. I had given up EVERYthing for him. Everything! I was even trying to change myself to make him happier, and that still wasn’t fucking good enough! What the hell did he want? I just couldn’t understand, couldn’t even fathom how Eli would be able to give him that.
I heard Taylor crying from outside the door, and those sobs were just breaking my heart even further. But he wasn’t even running after me! If he wanted me so bad, he would’ve come after me. But he wasn’t. He didn’t really fucking love me, he loved being LOVED and…and that wasn’t enough. If Eli could handle that, then…then good luck to them. They could be happy together and adopt little Asian babies and do other things that faggots do.
And I could go back to a regular life. Without him.
Without 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 is in a band called Aphrodite. Don't wonder about Taylor's tattoo ;-)
It's a little shorter than most of the chapters, but pivotal!
As soon as Taylor left the room, like a good little brother, I poked my eye into the peep hole and waited to hear the goods. I figured they might go somewhere that I couldn’t hear them, but they stayed just outside the door. Their voices were hushed whispers of course, but it was easier than I thought it would be to make out what they were saying.
I sort of wished when I started listening that I hadn’t started listening.
“I know I shouldn’t have been listening, but I was sitting out here and you guys weren’t exactly quiet,” I heard Eli’s voice say. Good, I hoped he heard us fuck. Remind him whose boss. They were standing too close together for me to be comfortable with and it was pissing me off how little respect this Eli mother fucker had for mine and Taylor’s relationship. STEP. THE FUCK. OFF.
“That’s like…a breach of privacy,” Taylor said seriously, and I could see the embarrassed look on his pretty face. “I may sue you.” So lame. “Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“I heard the way Zac was treating you in there and I didn’t like it.” WHAT THE FUCK! Cocksucking piece of shit could kiss my shiny white-
“That’s just how he is.” Thanks, Taylor.
“You deserve better than that, Tay.” There is nothing better than me, Elijah. Twat.
“He’s good to me. He loves me…” Taylor said, and his face dropped down to look at his hands. Elijah took one of Taylor’s hands in his own and then used his free hand to lift Taylor’s chin.
“Hey, you’re lovable, Taylor. I know your family hasn’t exactly shown you that. But you are lovable and you’re sweet and talented and beautiful. Anybody could fall for you.” Who the hell was he? Freddie Prinze Junior!?!?
Taylor turned his face out of Eli’s hand and looked down at the floor again. Good boy, Taylor. “That’s nice of you to say. I really appreciate you guys. You all, especially you, take such good care of me and I know that you don’t want me getting hurt, but I love Zac. We don’t always get along, but I love him.”
“Was he the person you were seeing before you got here? Who didn’t contact you for a month?”
Taylor sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and started to chew it. “Yeah.”
“That’s not good behavior, Taylor. He’s a kid. You need someone who can protect you and treat you like you deserve to be treated. You don’t need some hormonal teenager who’s too selfish to even call you after you move out to see how you’re doing.” Eli shook his head and put his hands on Taylor’s waist, pulling on him and making him take a step closer to Eli.
“Eli, I-“
“Tay, don’t try to see past it anymore. I can protect you. I can give you better love than you’ve ever felt. The kind of love you get from a manipulative kid brother is not normal love. You deserve better than that.” Manipulative!? This asshole didn’t even know me! And he was coming onto my brother RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. He wanted me to see this. He KNEW I was watching. He fucking knew it, and he was doing this completely on purpose on the count that my bad temper would bust a fucking fuse in my head and I’d go fucking crazy on both of them. But you know what? I wouldn’t do that. I was a changed fucking man, and I wouldn’t just freak out over-
DID HE SERIOUSLY JUST KISS HIM?!
Before I knew it, the door was open and I was screaming.
“You piece of shit!” I yelled at Eli, pushing him away from Taylor and against the wall. My hand was on his throat and I was squeezing. It was like I had no control over anything- I was completely enraged and out of my head. “I fucking hate you! You piece of shit! Go to hell and burn there!”
And then there were hands on me, pulling me off of Eli, and he was grabbing his throat and gasping for air dramatically. Fucking prick. He deserved to suffer. He just kissed my boyfriend!
“Zac!” Taylor yelled, and those two faggots were still holding onto me and I had absolutely no idea how they even knew I was about to kill their roommate. They weren’t there five seconds ago! I shrugged them off of me and narrowed my eyes at Taylor.
“You just kissed him!”
“No,” Eli said, his hand still gingerly touching his neck. I could see my fingerprints on his skin. “He didn’t kiss me. I kissed him.”
“And I’ll kill you for it!”
“Zac!” Taylor said, stepping in front of me before I could lunge at Eli again. “You need to calm down.” He placed his gentle hands on my shoulders and I swatted them away. How could he just act like this? Like he hadn’t just kissed- or been kissed, what the fuck ever- by that mother fucking dick robber standing behind him?!
“Don’t you tell me to calm down. You said nothing was going on between you and Eli.” I heard rustling behind me. Those two faggots were still standing there as I snapped my head around. “Can you two retards give us some privacy!?” I shouted. Sure, I was totally out of line, those guys hadn’t done anything wrong, but in the moment I was far too enraged and feeling much too betrayed to give a shit about how I treated anyone.
“Hey, please don’t talk to my friends like that. You’re in our house,” Taylor scolded, taking my chin and putting my focus back on him. I heard the faggots leave the room, grumbling about what a dick I was on their way out. Whatever.
“Yeah, I’m in your house. So you should be making out with me, not Eli over here.” Eli was still standing there, but he just seemed to be listening.
“I wasn’t making out with anybody, Zachary,” Taylor said calmly. Ew, and he had to go and use my full name. Okay, mom. “You’re the only one I love. You know that.”
“I also know that Eli,” my eyes snapped over Taylor’s shoulder to the asshole, “will not stop until you are chewing on his cock.”
“Stop being ridiculous.”
“I’m not.”
“Maybe if you treated Taylor the way he should be treated…” Eli interjected.
“Shut the fuck up, faggot!” I screamed at him.
“ZAC! Stop it, get into my room. Now.”
“No!” I knocked Taylor’s hand away from my chin. I honestly felt like I was going to bust out crying any second. It felt like they were both ganging up on me and I hadn’t even done anything WRONG. “You are both jerkoff sons of bitches and I hope you both rot in hell. Have fun swapping dick spit, faggots,” I yelled maturely before shoving Taylor into the wall and walking out, slamming the door behind me. I stood outside for a minute, tears stinging my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was crying over this. I hadn’t cried since I was a little kid, and now I was crying over Taylor?
I just couldn’t believe this had happened. I had given up EVERYthing for him. Everything! I was even trying to change myself to make him happier, and that still wasn’t fucking good enough! What the hell did he want? I just couldn’t understand, couldn’t even fathom how Eli would be able to give him that.
I heard Taylor crying from outside the door, and those sobs were just breaking my heart even further. But he wasn’t even running after me! If he wanted me so bad, he would’ve come after me. But he wasn’t. He didn’t really fucking love me, he loved being LOVED and…and that wasn’t enough. If Eli could handle that, then…then good luck to them. They could be happy together and adopt little Asian babies and do other things that faggots do.
And I could go back to a regular life. Without him.
Without him.