Thinkin' 'Bout Somethin'
Title: Thinkin' 'Bout Somethin'
Part: 2/12 of the Shout It Out series
Pairings: Zac/Kate, Tay/Nat... eventually Zaylor
POV: Zac
Rating: Hmm this one's only PG-13
Warnings: solo sex(ish) & some swears :P
Word Count: 1948
Author's Notes: I decided to write a 12 fic series using the songs on SIO. They're not in order by the order on the album, but in a way I feel they flow to tell a story. This is NOT 100% accurate with their real lives (obviously) so consider this your disclaimer. IT IS FICTION. Kay? Good. For fun, you can always listen to or read the lyrics to the title of each short as you read it. Then maybe you'll get the image I did and see how everything fits. Comments = LOVE so... yeah. Enjoy!
Laying on the horn, I yelled, “Come on! Let’s go!” I checked my phone. Waiting for Taylor was a pet peeve of not only mine, but Isaac’s as well. Tay was worse than a girl when it came to traveling. He packed way more than necessary and always triple checked his luggage. I was the kind who crammed five pairs of underwear and a toothbrush in a suitcase and left within ten minutes. Finally my brother opened the door and flopped in the passenger seat. “Geez Tay…”
“I had to say goodbye to the kids,” he replied, defending himself.
“That may work now, but what was your excuse before children?” I joked, starting the engine. He slapped my arm playfully and I backed out of his drive.
~*~
By nightfall we were pulling in to our first hotel of the trip. We chose somewhere simple just outside of Troy, Ohio to bed down. Throwing my bag down on the bed closest to the bathroom, I checked the clock and noticed it was almost 10p.m.- we’d driven around 12 or 13 hours plus stopped once to eat and an extra stop to refuel. About a minute later my older sibling walked in with pizza and his duffel. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I caught a whiff of the pepperoni. No sooner did the box hit the bed then I was picking up my first piece. “Hungry?” he smirked, gently tossing his jacket over the back of a chair.
“Yes!” I mumbled with a mouth full of cheesy goodness. I took a beer out of the cooler we’d drug along in our car. After a swig I added, “Apparently our diet of cheetos, oreos and slim jims wasn’t quite enough to keep me full.”He chuckled softly and took a seat across from me, slowly withdrawing a slice as I snatched my second. We ate in comfortable silence until we were satisfied. “So, I think I need a quick shower,” I stated randomly.
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“Hey! Crammed in a car for thirteen damn hours makes anybody smell ripe! Have you taken a whiff of your own stench?” I stood up and peeled my shirt off over my head. Walking across the room to get clean clothes out of my bag, I threw my top at Taylor.
“Eww!” he yelped, throwing his hands up so the tee fell on the floor. “I can’t possibly smell that bad,” he jibbed, tossing his own shirt at me. To appease him, I took a sniff of his blue and white flannel. I was surprised at how good it smelled. But I shook my head and faked a gag before heading to the bathroom for a warm shower. Turning on the water, I stripped down and took a minute to look at myself. I made a mental note to keep track of the dark circles under my eyes to see if they lessened any over the next week or so. Then it dawned on me: in the past few days I’d looked at myself more than I had in weeks. I smirked at the thought. Stepping under the stream of water, I closed my eyes to just enjoy the feeling. The feeling of a hot, steamy shower, the feeling of no impending doom, the feeling of no arguments, no Kate, no fans… I just took a deep breath and pushed my hair back out of my face. As the warm water enveloped me, it felt like all my stress went down the drain with it. My mind wandered: I thought about the song I’d started, thought about where all my brother and I would stop on our trip, even about the new blanket I wanted to get to replace the disgusting floral monstrosity my wife had bought. But somehow my brain connected the comforter to my last memory on it and as I imagined fucking my wife, I felt myself grow hard. Figuring it wouldn’t take long and that Taylor was probably immersed in a book or some bad TV, I had time.
I grabbed my cock and tugged on it roughly until I was fully erect. Squirting a dab of body wash on my hand, I lathered it up and wrapped my fingers around myself again. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back and bit down on my lip. At first I imagined her on top of me, riding me… her hips rocking just the right way, moaning… then her hair fell down into her face as she sped up. I quickened my pace to keep up with the visual. Then when Kate flipped her hair back and arched, I felt myself growing close to climax. As she tilted her head back down to look at me, it wasn’t Kate anymore- but Taylor. I felt myself panic momentarily but I was so close now I didn’t want to stop. Even in my illusion I didn’t want to look at him. I knew it was wrong and disgusting and immoral… but couldn’t explain why I was seeing him in the first place. Something came over me and I looked up at him and into his sparkling baby blues. He smirked at me with that half grin he gets: the one that says he knows something I don’t. And that was it: I came. Hard. After I descended from my euphoria, my only thought was ‘what the FUCK was that?!’
~*~
I had managed to push that odd shower experience to the back of my mind for the remainder of the trip. And I’d made sure to not jerk off the rest of the week- just in case. We made it the whole way to Gettysburg and back within a week, including the chance to be a tourist for a change. I hadn’t bothered to call Kate to let her know I was close to home. I figured she was either still at her mother’s, or her mother was at our house and she’d know when she got home that I was there. Dropping Taylor off, I waved as he promised to call me. As I pulled in, I noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway so I figured my mother-in-law was visiting us instead of vice versa. As I strolled in and dropped my bag, I heard my wife laughing in the living room. “Kate- I’m home!” I called, walking toward her voice. As I turned the corner, I stumbled upon her sitting on the couch with a glass of wine… and a strange guy. She was practically curled in his lap and he was as white as a sheet. “Um, who’s this?”
“Zac, uh, this… this is Peter. He’s an old friend. We grew up about a block from each other,” my wife explained, putting her feet on the floor.
“Uh huh…” I replied, switching my gaze from her to him.
“Hi there,” Peter said, standing to shake my hand. I eyed him skeptically but shook it loosely before looking back at Kate. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Wish I could say the same.” My words were a bit harsh but I was suspicious. “Excuse me while I go unpack.” I swallowed my pride and walked to our bedroom, dragging my bag behind me. As I began dumping my dirty laundry onto the bed, I shook my head. I was not stupid: I knew what was going on. But how could I prove it? Without proof, I’m just a jealous husband. I swore I heard a car leave right before I heard Kate come into the room behind me.
“Zac?”
“Yeah?” I didn’t even look up from the task at hand.
“How was your trip?” Lame.
“The trip was great. Up until the part where I came home.”
“What-“
“You didn’t make the bed.”
“What does that have to-“
“You ALWAYS make the bed. You used to give me hell for not doing it. And yet here it is, two o’clock in the afternoon, and the bed isn’t made.” We were both quiet for a minute. The silence was deafening so I whispered “How could you?”
“Zachary…” she sighed and sat down on the crumpled bedspread.
“I’ve been feeling that we’re growing apart for a long time but I didn’t think…” my voice trailed off. “Guess I need to be honest with you if I want you to be honest with me. So here it is: I’m not happy with you anymore. We’ve changed, Kate. We used to have so much fun together and lately… I haven’t felt that spark. You and I… I feel like I’m just going through the motions.”
“I know,” she confessed quietly, hanging her head. “I feel the same. That’s when I met Peter.”
“So even how you met is a lie?” I questioned.
“Zac… I needed someone to listen.”
“What are you talking about? I listen!”
“No, Zac, you don’t.”
“I admit sometimes I zone out. But really what do you expect when all you talk about is gossip or celebrities or clothes?”
“You know why I talk about these things with you? Because I can’t talk to you about anything of substance. I tried, God knows I tried! You haven’t been the same since-“
“Kate, don’t.”
“No Zac. We need to talk about this! It’s been over a year and you’ve managed to bury it or avoid it or whatever you did. You always push it down- you NEVER talk about anything painful! I swear it’s like you can’t face anything that’s real! Once life throws a curve, you check out of reality. You’ve always done it; I don’t know why it surprised me so much. Peter was there to comfort me. I coddled you for weeks. Weeks! But I needed reassurance, too. I lost the baby too.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and choked back a tear. “I know it tore you apart and I get it, believe me I do, but I wanted a baby just as badly. And instead of you thinking about what we had lost, you only considered what you lost. I was beyond wounded; I went into a downward spiral and started taking pills. Selfish I know. But it was in NA that I met Peter.”
“Ok so basically you’re cheating on me with a drug addict,” I observed, scoffing.
“No! He was a support for his cousin. Look it doesn’t matter. The point is that he was there for me. He sat with me when I cried, held my hand in the dark times: things you should have been doing. And it grew into…”
I felt myself getting sick. “Say it,” I challenged, bordering on depressed and pissed off.
“LOVE,” she disputed. “It grew into love. I love Peter. And he loves me.”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you just leave?!”
“Because somewhere deep down, I thought things with us would change. That you’d turn around and become Zac again. Or that you wouldn’t be ‘allowed’ to divorce. I don’t know! So much has happened in just a short time that I feel dizzy. And I know what I did was wrong. But you were wrong, too, Zac. In more ways than one. You may not have cheated, but you checked out a long time ago.”
“Get out.”
“Wh-“
“Get. Out.” I fixated on a spot on the floor as I heard her scurry around in her dresser. My mind was reeling and my breathing was ragged.
I heard her sigh heavily as if she wanted to say something but instead she shut the door and was gone. Within minutes I was standing alone in my broken home.
Part: 2/12 of the Shout It Out series
Pairings: Zac/Kate, Tay/Nat... eventually Zaylor
POV: Zac
Rating: Hmm this one's only PG-13
Warnings: solo sex(ish) & some swears :P
Word Count: 1948
Author's Notes: I decided to write a 12 fic series using the songs on SIO. They're not in order by the order on the album, but in a way I feel they flow to tell a story. This is NOT 100% accurate with their real lives (obviously) so consider this your disclaimer. IT IS FICTION. Kay? Good. For fun, you can always listen to or read the lyrics to the title of each short as you read it. Then maybe you'll get the image I did and see how everything fits. Comments = LOVE so... yeah. Enjoy!
Laying on the horn, I yelled, “Come on! Let’s go!” I checked my phone. Waiting for Taylor was a pet peeve of not only mine, but Isaac’s as well. Tay was worse than a girl when it came to traveling. He packed way more than necessary and always triple checked his luggage. I was the kind who crammed five pairs of underwear and a toothbrush in a suitcase and left within ten minutes. Finally my brother opened the door and flopped in the passenger seat. “Geez Tay…”
“I had to say goodbye to the kids,” he replied, defending himself.
“That may work now, but what was your excuse before children?” I joked, starting the engine. He slapped my arm playfully and I backed out of his drive.
~*~
By nightfall we were pulling in to our first hotel of the trip. We chose somewhere simple just outside of Troy, Ohio to bed down. Throwing my bag down on the bed closest to the bathroom, I checked the clock and noticed it was almost 10p.m.- we’d driven around 12 or 13 hours plus stopped once to eat and an extra stop to refuel. About a minute later my older sibling walked in with pizza and his duffel. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I caught a whiff of the pepperoni. No sooner did the box hit the bed then I was picking up my first piece. “Hungry?” he smirked, gently tossing his jacket over the back of a chair.
“Yes!” I mumbled with a mouth full of cheesy goodness. I took a beer out of the cooler we’d drug along in our car. After a swig I added, “Apparently our diet of cheetos, oreos and slim jims wasn’t quite enough to keep me full.”He chuckled softly and took a seat across from me, slowly withdrawing a slice as I snatched my second. We ate in comfortable silence until we were satisfied. “So, I think I need a quick shower,” I stated randomly.
“Yes. Yes you do.”
“Hey! Crammed in a car for thirteen damn hours makes anybody smell ripe! Have you taken a whiff of your own stench?” I stood up and peeled my shirt off over my head. Walking across the room to get clean clothes out of my bag, I threw my top at Taylor.
“Eww!” he yelped, throwing his hands up so the tee fell on the floor. “I can’t possibly smell that bad,” he jibbed, tossing his own shirt at me. To appease him, I took a sniff of his blue and white flannel. I was surprised at how good it smelled. But I shook my head and faked a gag before heading to the bathroom for a warm shower. Turning on the water, I stripped down and took a minute to look at myself. I made a mental note to keep track of the dark circles under my eyes to see if they lessened any over the next week or so. Then it dawned on me: in the past few days I’d looked at myself more than I had in weeks. I smirked at the thought. Stepping under the stream of water, I closed my eyes to just enjoy the feeling. The feeling of a hot, steamy shower, the feeling of no impending doom, the feeling of no arguments, no Kate, no fans… I just took a deep breath and pushed my hair back out of my face. As the warm water enveloped me, it felt like all my stress went down the drain with it. My mind wandered: I thought about the song I’d started, thought about where all my brother and I would stop on our trip, even about the new blanket I wanted to get to replace the disgusting floral monstrosity my wife had bought. But somehow my brain connected the comforter to my last memory on it and as I imagined fucking my wife, I felt myself grow hard. Figuring it wouldn’t take long and that Taylor was probably immersed in a book or some bad TV, I had time.
I grabbed my cock and tugged on it roughly until I was fully erect. Squirting a dab of body wash on my hand, I lathered it up and wrapped my fingers around myself again. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back and bit down on my lip. At first I imagined her on top of me, riding me… her hips rocking just the right way, moaning… then her hair fell down into her face as she sped up. I quickened my pace to keep up with the visual. Then when Kate flipped her hair back and arched, I felt myself growing close to climax. As she tilted her head back down to look at me, it wasn’t Kate anymore- but Taylor. I felt myself panic momentarily but I was so close now I didn’t want to stop. Even in my illusion I didn’t want to look at him. I knew it was wrong and disgusting and immoral… but couldn’t explain why I was seeing him in the first place. Something came over me and I looked up at him and into his sparkling baby blues. He smirked at me with that half grin he gets: the one that says he knows something I don’t. And that was it: I came. Hard. After I descended from my euphoria, my only thought was ‘what the FUCK was that?!’
~*~
I had managed to push that odd shower experience to the back of my mind for the remainder of the trip. And I’d made sure to not jerk off the rest of the week- just in case. We made it the whole way to Gettysburg and back within a week, including the chance to be a tourist for a change. I hadn’t bothered to call Kate to let her know I was close to home. I figured she was either still at her mother’s, or her mother was at our house and she’d know when she got home that I was there. Dropping Taylor off, I waved as he promised to call me. As I pulled in, I noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway so I figured my mother-in-law was visiting us instead of vice versa. As I strolled in and dropped my bag, I heard my wife laughing in the living room. “Kate- I’m home!” I called, walking toward her voice. As I turned the corner, I stumbled upon her sitting on the couch with a glass of wine… and a strange guy. She was practically curled in his lap and he was as white as a sheet. “Um, who’s this?”
“Zac, uh, this… this is Peter. He’s an old friend. We grew up about a block from each other,” my wife explained, putting her feet on the floor.
“Uh huh…” I replied, switching my gaze from her to him.
“Hi there,” Peter said, standing to shake my hand. I eyed him skeptically but shook it loosely before looking back at Kate. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Wish I could say the same.” My words were a bit harsh but I was suspicious. “Excuse me while I go unpack.” I swallowed my pride and walked to our bedroom, dragging my bag behind me. As I began dumping my dirty laundry onto the bed, I shook my head. I was not stupid: I knew what was going on. But how could I prove it? Without proof, I’m just a jealous husband. I swore I heard a car leave right before I heard Kate come into the room behind me.
“Zac?”
“Yeah?” I didn’t even look up from the task at hand.
“How was your trip?” Lame.
“The trip was great. Up until the part where I came home.”
“What-“
“You didn’t make the bed.”
“What does that have to-“
“You ALWAYS make the bed. You used to give me hell for not doing it. And yet here it is, two o’clock in the afternoon, and the bed isn’t made.” We were both quiet for a minute. The silence was deafening so I whispered “How could you?”
“Zachary…” she sighed and sat down on the crumpled bedspread.
“I’ve been feeling that we’re growing apart for a long time but I didn’t think…” my voice trailed off. “Guess I need to be honest with you if I want you to be honest with me. So here it is: I’m not happy with you anymore. We’ve changed, Kate. We used to have so much fun together and lately… I haven’t felt that spark. You and I… I feel like I’m just going through the motions.”
“I know,” she confessed quietly, hanging her head. “I feel the same. That’s when I met Peter.”
“So even how you met is a lie?” I questioned.
“Zac… I needed someone to listen.”
“What are you talking about? I listen!”
“No, Zac, you don’t.”
“I admit sometimes I zone out. But really what do you expect when all you talk about is gossip or celebrities or clothes?”
“You know why I talk about these things with you? Because I can’t talk to you about anything of substance. I tried, God knows I tried! You haven’t been the same since-“
“Kate, don’t.”
“No Zac. We need to talk about this! It’s been over a year and you’ve managed to bury it or avoid it or whatever you did. You always push it down- you NEVER talk about anything painful! I swear it’s like you can’t face anything that’s real! Once life throws a curve, you check out of reality. You’ve always done it; I don’t know why it surprised me so much. Peter was there to comfort me. I coddled you for weeks. Weeks! But I needed reassurance, too. I lost the baby too.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and choked back a tear. “I know it tore you apart and I get it, believe me I do, but I wanted a baby just as badly. And instead of you thinking about what we had lost, you only considered what you lost. I was beyond wounded; I went into a downward spiral and started taking pills. Selfish I know. But it was in NA that I met Peter.”
“Ok so basically you’re cheating on me with a drug addict,” I observed, scoffing.
“No! He was a support for his cousin. Look it doesn’t matter. The point is that he was there for me. He sat with me when I cried, held my hand in the dark times: things you should have been doing. And it grew into…”
I felt myself getting sick. “Say it,” I challenged, bordering on depressed and pissed off.
“LOVE,” she disputed. “It grew into love. I love Peter. And he loves me.”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you just leave?!”
“Because somewhere deep down, I thought things with us would change. That you’d turn around and become Zac again. Or that you wouldn’t be ‘allowed’ to divorce. I don’t know! So much has happened in just a short time that I feel dizzy. And I know what I did was wrong. But you were wrong, too, Zac. In more ways than one. You may not have cheated, but you checked out a long time ago.”
“Get out.”
“Wh-“
“Get. Out.” I fixated on a spot on the floor as I heard her scurry around in her dresser. My mind was reeling and my breathing was ragged.
I heard her sigh heavily as if she wanted to say something but instead she shut the door and was gone. Within minutes I was standing alone in my broken home.