Never Be The Same Again, Chapter 13
Nov. 13th, 2011 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Title: Never Be The Same Again
Chapter: 13
Pairings: Zaylor
POV: Taylor
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash/FemSlash/Cest
Word Count: 2392
Author's Note: All of this time, I know that you've been waiting for this... BTW, this puts my total NaNo word count at 26,869! Yay!
"Hey, you guys made it!" I give my friend Darien a quick one-arm hug as he ushers me and Zac through the door. We're in LA, and a buddy of ours is throwing a party. I was going to stay at the hotel, but one look into Zac's puppy-dog eyes, and I knew I couldn't let him go alone. Especially after he decided to wear my skinny jeans, and my favorite rock tee of his. The one that he's had since he was sixteen, and is just a tiny bit too snug on him. Not that I mind.
I've been slowly coming to terms with this... thing, I've been dealing with. So, maybe I think Zac is... mildly... attractive. There's nothing wrong with acknowledging when someone else is good-looking, right? Of course not. It's when said person gives you a hard-on on a fairly regular basis that things become... complicated. I watch as Zac starts to mingle, glancing back at me every minute or so. I smile; he's been so careful lately, making sure I know he's not abandoning me again.
"Looks like you could use a drink," a velvety voice purrs in my ear, and I smirk. I turn around and sure enough, there he is. Ryan. Six foot two, thin as a rail, long dark hair, and piercing green eyes. I laugh and shake my head a bit as he presses a beer into my hands, his fingers barely brushing against mine. As far as distractions go, I couldn't ask for better.
I've known Ryan for a few years now, ever since we met at someone's birthday party. He lives here in LA, working at a record store during the day, and playing guitar in one band or another at night. We clicked instantly, and try to get together every few months. I'd heard he was going to be here, but somehow seeing him is always a pleasant surprise. We make small talk for a while, catching up. It's been a while since I saw him last, and I can't deny I missed him.
"I got some new ink a few weeks ago." He lifts his sleeve to show the design on his upper arm; it's a razor blade, dripping blood into a puddle that's shaped vaguely like a musical note. I gently touch his arm, and we glance at each other. He smirks at me, rolling his sleeve back down, and I take another drink, smiling.
"I got the idea from you, actually." I tilt my head at him, curious. "One of your songs. Rock and Roll-"
"Razorblade," I finish with him, grinning wider. "Big Bad Ryan got a Hanson tattoo, huh?" He laughs at my teasing, nudging my arm.
"You know me, your biggest fan." We share another heated glance, and I down the rest of my beer. "Ashley's been calling again." I nod slowly; Ashley is his long-time on-again, off-again girlfriend. He loves her, but she's got addiction issues.
"How's she doing?" He lets out a sigh, and I know the news can't be too good.
"She's... okay. She went through rehab again; she's getting out in a few weeks, actually. She wants to move in with me when she gets out."
"Wow... What're you going to do?" He shakes his head, and i feel for him. He's such a sweetheart, and I hate seeing him hurting like this. He reminds me of Zac in a lot of ways, actually.
"I think I'm gonna go for it. If I can be there for her, help her out, maybe we can finally get somewhere together." He looks up at me and smiles sadly, and I sigh.
"You should. She needs you. And I know how much you love her." His smile falls; he touches his hand to mine, and I smile sadly. There's a bittersweet tension between us.
"If things were different..." I shake my head at him.
"But they aren't. And I wouldn't change a thing." We share one last smile, before he's pulled away by another friend of his. He looks back at me once, and I bite my lip. If there was anyone I could see myself really falling for, he was it. Well, besides...
"There you are!" I smile as Zac pushes through the crowd and hands me a fresh beer. We clink glasses and take a drink, and I follow him over to where a group of people are sitting. We squeeze onto the couch together, but it's a tight fit, and he's forced to sit half in my lap. Not that I'm complaining...
* * *
Things are quieting down, and now we're able to talk without shouting. Zac is a story about our trip to Amsterdam, and he's got the crowd in stitches, but I'm only half paying attention. I've got a fairly good buzz going, and my eyes keep drifting down to his ass, clad in my skin-tight jeans. He's still partially on top of me, even though there's more room now than there was when we sat down. He's in my pants... The thought strikes me, and I can't stop myself from laughing. I look up nervously, but my timing was good, just as Zac is impersonating a very stoned Ike. Zac turns to look at me, flashing me his perfect smile, and I bite my lip. The way his eyes sparkle when he's in a really good mood is just so... sexy.
Maybe it's the alcohol, but I don't feel as dirty as I probably should, thinking that. But then, why should I? Everyone knows he's sexy, and if they don't they're an idiot. Zac launches back into his story, glancing at me every few seconds. I wonder if anyone else notices that he does that; I wonder if he even realizes how often he does it. It's like he's constantly seeking my approval. It's not that he doubts himself; I'm his big brother. It's my job to support him, and even if we weren't related, he's got plenty to be proud of.
He's laughing hard again, and he leans back against me. One of my arms was draped over the back of the couch; I subtly let it fall over his shoulders and across his chest, holding him against me loosely. He stays like that for a few minutes, only pulling away when his drink is emptied.
"Need a refill?" I shrug at him, and he gets up and heads to the kitchen. I can't help feeling a bit colder without him next to me, but he's back soon enough, handing me a bottle of water. I raise my eyebrow at him, but open it anyway. It's his way of politely cutting me off, when he thinks I've had enough.
"So, I saw this really great foreign movie the other day," a girl, Molly, speaks up. "I can't remember the name of it, but it was about these two brothers who grew up with their Mom, and then she remarried when they were like seven and nine, and it shows them growing up and stuff." She turns red and smiles guiltily before continuing. "One of the main parts of the plot was how... close... they were." The crowd laughs lightly, and I notice a few people not-so-subtly glance at Zac and me.
"Like... close close?" someone asks, and Molly nods, grinning.
"Yup. Their step-dad eventually confronts their mom about it, but she refuses to admit there's anything wrong. And the way they portray it, there isn't. Not when they're kids, anyway. It was actually really romantic. Of course, they do eventually hook up. One word - hot." More laughter, and a few guilty smiles. I cock my head at Molly, who dares to look right at me.
"Funny, I wouldn't have thought you were into that," I say, half-teasingly. She shrugs, still smiling.
"I'm not saying I'm down with incest in general. But hey, two hot guys making out is hot. And the taboo of them being brothers just makes it that much sexier. I mean hell, I'd pay to see you and Zac go at it, even if just for a second." I can't quite tell if she's joking or not. I look over at Zac, who's about to say something, probably quite nasty, but I place my hand on his shoulder, nudging him back a bit.
"Ooh, yea!" another girl, Sam I think, pipes up. "You should totally kiss, and leak a pic to the net! Girls will go crazy for it!" Zac scoffs, and I shoot him a warning glance, but he chooses to ignore it.
"Crazy is right. That's just sick."
"Ugh, that is such a double standard," Molly replies, rolling her eyes. "A dude can look at two chicks making out, and it's the hottest thing on the planet. And don't even try to tell me them being sisters would make it any less hot. Am I right?" I watch Zac carefully, smirking in surprise when he hesitantly shrugs.
"Exactly. Two chicks, sexy as fuck. So why should it be any different for us girls? I mean, obviously the guys have to be hot. You wouldn't wanna watch to ugly chicks make out. It's the same exact thing. As long as the guys are hot enough, it's gonna be sexy as hell. And since it's forbidden or whatever, it's that much more exciting." I watch in amusement as Zac tries to come up with a response, his eyes darting around nervously.
"How about a little experiment? To prove my point." I actually laugh as Zac's face turns a bit red, but it dies quickly as I see Molly looking between us, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Feeling brave, and a bit drunk, I lean forward a bit.
"What've you got in mind?" Molly's eyes light up, but Zac turns to face me, his eyes narrowed.
"Okay, how about this. My sister Sam and I," she gestured to the girl next to her, "will make out, and you can tell us if it was hot or not. And then..." I swallow hard, guessing where she's going before she says it. "You and Zac kiss. And we'll tell you how hot it is." Zac bursts out laughing, and I turn to face him, surprised at his reaction.
"Are you fucking high? There is no way in Hell I am kissing my brother! That's... that's..." I place my hand on his knee and look at him, silently telling him to calm down. He looks in my eyes, and surprisingly, I see fear in his. Not anger, fear.
"Oh come on, don't be such a prude! It's just a kiss, it's not like we're asking you to sleep with him. I kiss my friends all the time, it doesn't mean anything." I glance around the crowd, and see that everyone is watching us very closely. I should probably be more bothered by this, but I'm just drunk enough not to care. Unfortunately, the alcohol is also making it difficult to keep my thoughts in check. Thoughts of taking Molly up on her offer. And then some.
"Look, we'll even go first. Sam?" Everyone's eyes turn to the two girls as they turn to face one another. Molly places her hand on Sam's cheek, her sister mirroring the gesture. My eyes grow wide and I lean forward a bit, as the two lean forward slowly, teasingly, before pressing their lips together. They kiss gently for a moment, before wrapping their arms around each other, deepening the kiss. Sam bites at Molly's bottom lip, earning a soft moan, and I find myself clenching my fists. There's no denying she's proved this part of her point, for me at least. And knowing that they're sisters does, surprisingly, add an extra layer of sexual tension.
Finally they separate, and Molly looks at Zac and me pointedly, one eyebrow raised. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are dark. I glance at Sam, who's sitting back, her eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her red lips.
"Well," she says a bit breathily. "How was that?" A couple people clear their throats nervously; I look over at Zac, who looks about as turned on as I feel. I try to stop my eyes from traveling down his body, but fail. The slight tent in his jeans answer enough; I smirk, as does Molly.
"Your turn," Molly says softly, almost in a whisper. Zac swallows hard and looks back and forth between Molly and myself, his eyes wide and pleading. I bite back a smile; he really is adorable when he's like this, so nervous and afraid. But there's also an undeniable sense of desire there, as well, I'm sure due to Molly and Sam's little display. But the combination of desire and fear strikes me as irresistible, and I have to remind myself to breath.
"Come on, guys! Just close your eyes and do it!" A few people start to speak up, egging us on. Zac leans back against me a bit, probably subconsciously, and I wrap my arm around him protectively. But the touch just makes him turn to face me, looking even more worried.
The crowd gets louder, seeming to almost close in. Zac looks into my eyes, seeking comfort, but I'm not sure how much I can offer. Especially not since I want so badly to do what everyone is asking. Maybe it's the alcohol, or the way he looks tonight, or the sexual tension in the air, but I reach out, gently caressing his cheek. He closes his eyes, leaning into my hand slightly, probably again subconsciously.
My chest feels tight, my head dizzy. The sounds of the people around us fade into a muffled hum as my mind focuses on the warmth of his skin, the blush in his cheeks, the fullness of his lips. His eyelids flutter as he looks up at me through his lashes, his brown eyes silently begging me, but for what, I wish I knew. Something in those eyes reaches into me and latches on, and for a single moment, my mind is focused on one solitary thought.
Before I can stop myself, I lean forward, pressing my lips gently but firmly to his.
The room is silent. Neither of us moves. I begin to panic. Oh God, what have I done? But then... almost too subtly for me to feel it...
He moves his lips against mine.
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Date: 2011-11-13 10:57 pm (UTC)^.^ And I love those girls and I WOULD KILL to see someone snap a picture at the start of the next chapter. PLEASE? OMFG.