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So... I'm gonna try to make this a thing again. Every Friday I'm gonna try to post a different Zaylor one-shot. Who's with me? For the first installment, here's a little sexy teenage Zac to get you all warmed up. Have a great day!

I slam the door to my hotel room hard, throwing my duffel bag against the wall. Today has been a total cluster-fuck; we were scheduled for an outdoor festival, so of course the temperature had to break the fifty year record high, the band before us ran over by half an hour, and our original hotel double-booked me and Tay's rooms. No one else's, just ours. Luckily there was another hotel a block down, and thank God I got my own room for a change. If I had to listen to Taylor and whatever groupie he picked up today going at it all night, I think I'd go insane.

It doesn't help that we've been so busy lately, I haven't really been able to take care of my own... needs. But at least tonight I've got all the privacy I want. I decide to take a shower first, to wash off the layer of sweat and dirt from today's concert. They had dressing rooms, if you could call them those... a few connected pop-up tents with zero ventilation, so basically a sauna. And metal folding chairs. Dumbasses.

I actually moan when I get under the water, that's how good it feels. But my feet are killing me, so I do what I gotta do and get out quickly. I throw a pair of boxers on, but that's it; no one here to judge me for my baby fat. I towel off my hair and drag a brush through it, then throw it back into a ponytail. I've thought about cutting it short; both Tay and Ike have, so why not? It's getting to be too much of a pain in the ass anyway.

I flop down on the bed and flip the tv on, channel surfing for a few minutes before finding some bad 90’s action flick I’ve seen a hundred times. I’m not really in the mood to watch, but I like having background noise. I let out a sigh and close my eyes, stretching my sore muscles. Being a drummer, my shoulders are pretty much constantly knotted up; I’ve thought about getting a massage, maybe at one of those asian ‘happy ending’ places.

The air conditioning makes my skin tingle, and I run a hand up and down my chest lazily. I let my fingers dip lower, trailing through the line of hair that’s sprouted on my lower abs. I’m already half-hard; it’s pretty much a given these days, anyplace, anytime. One of the perks of being a teenager, I guess, but it can really suck when I don’t have time to deal with it. Right now, though, there’s nothing stopping me.

I think about it for a second, then shrug and pull my boxers off, tossing them in the direction of my bag. There’s something about being naked that feels just a little wrong, but in the best way. The cool air hits my bare skin and it’s a bit of a shock, but it’s not too bad. I lay back with one hand behind my head, the fingers of the other just barely brushing against my dick. I like to tease myself at first; it makes it feel that much better when I let myself get off.

Sometimes I think I might be a bit of a masochist, but I’ve never really had the opportunity to find out. I kinda like the idea of it, though; the thought of someone running their nails down my chest, or tugging my hair, or sinking their teeth into my neck usually gets me going. The hand behind my head grabs my ponytail, tugging just a bit, and I suck in a breath, but then I relax; I’m in no hurry tonight, and I want to enjoy it for as long as possible.
I graze my fingers against my dick again, before wrapping my hand around it firmly. I groan, arching my back and rocking my hips, but I don’t start stroking yet. I run my other hand up and down my chest and neck, digging my nails in a little. If I close my eyes and concentrate really hard, I can almost imagine it’s someone else touching me. I lick my lips, biting down, wishing I could feel someone else’s there.

I start stroking slowly, with just enough pressure to make it almost hurt. So I guess I do like it a little rough; I wonder what it would feel like to have someone else’s hand there, or their mouth, or… other body parts. Even though I’ve never admitted it to anyone else, there are times when I get… curious. I’ve heard all guys think about it at least once, but it’s been more than that for me. There are plenty of hot chicks that get me turned on, but there’ve been a few guys I thought were pretty good looking, too. I think about what it’d be like sometimes, to make out with a guy. Or do other things.

I scrunch my nose and close my eyes tighter, and try to imagine I’m not alone. He’s tall and lean, with an evil grin that just turns me on more. I picture him kneeling between my legs, grinning up at me as he works his hand up and down my length. I lean my head to the side and try to imagine lips on my neck, kissing and sucking, teeth nipping at the tender skin. I gasp as my hips buck as the phantom mouth works its magic. I can almost hear his voice, whispering in my ear all the dirty things he wants to do to me. He laughs, but it sounds strangely muffled.

My eyes shoot open. I hear a door closing on the the other side of the wall behind my head, and then another laugh. One I instantly recognize as Tay’s. Great… now I’ll have to listen to some girly voice screaming like a bad porn star. Taylor says something, and then… another guy’s voice responds. My eyes open wider, and I actually turn my head. Maybe it’s just one of the roadies, or someone he just wants to hang out with, or… But the moan that comes next tells me what I already know. Tay brought someone back alright. A guy.

I let my head fall back to the pillow and let out a breath. So it’s true; there’s been rumors about my brother for years, and even I wondered, but I never knew for sure, until now. I hear the other guy’s voice, moaning low, and I close my eyes. This could actually work out for me, I figure, and try to get back to the fantasy. I start stroking myself again, letting the stranger’s voice add to the imaginary guy having his way with me.

Two things are working in my favor; one, the bed in Tays room is apparently back-to-back with my own bed, so I can hear the guy’s voice loud and clear. And two… this guy’s anything but quiet. He moans and groans and swears, and it makes it too easy to picture him saying all that stuff to me. He tells Tay… no, me to suck his cock, and my mouth waters. I want to, at least once to try it. I lift my free hand to my mouth and brush a finger against my lips, and it feels better than I thought it would.

Tentatively, I suck my finger into my mouth; it’s way too small to really fill in as a dick, but at least the sensation is similar enough. Something clicks in my mind, and I suck greedily, moaning. The guy next door sounds like he’s getting his; before I can stop it, I think about how good Tay must be to get that kind of a reaction. I really don’t want to think of my brother that way, but once I do it’s hard to stop.

Suddenly I’m wondering what Tay looks like, mouth full of some guy’s cock. The mental image pops up uninvited, but it sends a twisted thrill through me when I picture him on his knees, staring up at me with those big blue eyes. And when I realize I’ve substituted myself for the random groupie, it shocks the hell out of me. But I can’t deny it also turns me on way, way more than it probably should.

I hear Tay and his hookup moving around, and the bed creaking. I wish I could see what’s going on, but all I hear is panting and moaning, so I have to use my imagination. Behind my closed eyes Tay’s kneeling between my legs, licking his lips. I lick my palm before wrapping it around my dick again; it doesn’t feel nearly as good as I bet his mouth would, but it’s the best I can do for now. I watch him bob his head up and down, his cheeks flushed as he stares up at me. I want to run my hand through his hair, see if it’s as soft as it looks.

Taylor gasps, and the other guy says something I can’t hear. I pause, waiting for another clue to their actions; a few seconds later I hear the bed start to creak rhythmically. Tay is letting this random guy fuck him. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and squeeze myself tighter, picturing my brother kneeling over me, riding my dick. I moan loudly, and my eyes shoot open as the sound from next door pauses. But a moment later it starts again, so either they didn’t hear me, or they’re trying to ignore it. I’m gonna go with the first one.

I’m getting close as I lift my head, staring at the back of my eyelids but seeing Tay on top of me, naked and writhing. I drag a hand down my chest and imagine it’s his, clawing at me as he rocks his hips against mine. I can hear him gasping and whining, begging for the guy… no, me to go harder, deeper, faster. I rock my hips against my hand, trying to please him, and the way his voice pitches up, I must be doing something right.

“Tay,” I moan. The way they’re going at it, I doubt they can hear me, so I figure why hold back? There’s no point denying what I’m doing. I’m quickly coming up on the best orgasm I’ve had in ages, while thinking about drilling my brother’s ass. And in the heat of the moment, it’s really hard to tell if it’s just fantasy, or if I really want to. If he were to come in here right now and demand that I fuck him, I’d bend him over so fast he’d probably get whiplash.

“Tay,” I moan again. “Fuck, Tay.” The way he’s moaning, it’s almost like he’s answering me. The other guy’s gone quiet, so all I can hear is my brother. In a moment of insanity, I moan louder, and I get one from him in response. My eyes open just a crack, and I glance behind me. Curious, I moan again, and I hear him curse. my heart stops, or speeds up, or both; I can’t tell. He can hear me. I should probably be scared, or ashamed, but all I feel is another wave of passion. I close my eyes and start stroking again, this time totally letting my voice go. I don’t even bother restraining myself from saying his name, louder and louder.

“Zac. Fuck me. Fuck me, Zac.”

“Oh god…” I can’t believe what I’m hearing; a rational part of my mind suggests that might be the guy’s name, but I don’t care. Tay is practically screaming my name, and I’m screaming his, and I’m about to fucking explode. I reach behind me and bang on the wall, just before calling out his name again. I hear a bang from the other side, followed by a long, desperate moan from him, and I gasp.

He knows what we’re doing.

It’s too late to feel even a little bad; I’m too far gone to care about consequences. I stroke myself at a furious pace, biting my lip hard. My body is dripping with sweat, and I know I’ll need another shower, but all I can think about is fucking Taylor. I want him so fucking bad it hurts; I want to make him scream my name, to make him come as hard as I’m about to. I want to see his face and know I’m making him feel that good.

“Zac,” he pants. “Zac… I wanna come. Make me come, Zac.”

“Fuck yeah I’ll make you come,” I call back. “About to come too. You want it?”

“Fuck, Zac, yes. Please.”

I let out a loud growl that doesn’t even sound human; my hips lift fully off the bed as spurt after spurt shoot all over my hand, my stomach, my chest. I hear him screaming and I know he’s coming too, just as hard from the sound of it. I hear the other guy too, but I block it out as much as possible. I see stars and my ears are ringing, and I look down to see my hands shaking. I take a few long breaths, trying to get my pulse back to normal.

“The fuck was that all about?” the guy next door says. I kinda hate him, even though I have no real reason to. Well, other than the fact that he just fucked my brother. Who I want to fuck.

“Dave, it’s… it’s not…”

Dave?

I turn up the volume on the tv. I don’t want to hear what they’re saying; all I know is that the guy’s name isn’t anything even close to sounding like mine. Which can only mean one thing. I get up on shaky legs and stumble to the bathroom to clean up. I stare in the mirror, as if my reflection could answer my questions. I decide to take another shower, just a quick one.

Everything’s quiet when I get out; I head back into the bedroom and put my boxers back on, listening for any noise from next door, but it’s totally silent. I wonder if they both left, or just Dave. I practically jump a foot when there’s a knock at my door, and I’m almost too afraid to answer it.

Sure enough, when I open the door, there’s Taylor. His cheeks are bright red and his hair is messed up, which isn’t any surprise knowing what I know. He glances up at me and smiles nervously; I don’t say anything, just open the door wider and step aside, closing the door behind him. He paces the room for a second, then sits on the corner of my bed. I really don’t want to have this conversation, but I guess there’s no avoiding it now.

“So…” he says, staring at the carpet.

“So,” I echo, sitting next to him. He looks up at me, still blushing like mad, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. I smirk back at him; what is there to say, really? We both know what just happened. And as much as I want to chalk it up to heat of the moment, I’m looking at him and I still want him. I still want to touch his hair, to kiss his lips, to hear him moan… He eyes me suspiciously, but doesn’t back away, so I figure, what the hell. I grab him behind the neck and pull him to me, crushing my lips to his.

He makes a noise of surprise, but starts kissing me back a second later. His hand is on my thigh, and of course I’m already halfway hard again. I pull back just enough to bite his lower lip and he gasps, digging his nails into my leg. So maybe he likes it rough, too. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head to the side, sinking my teeth into his neck.

“Zac!” he moans, almost jumping into my lap. I suck on his neck for a few seconds, making him whimper, then pull back completely. He’s panting like a dog, his eyes wide and dark, and I smirk. He’s always hot, but especially when he’s all worked up like this. I sigh and lay back on the bed, grinning up at him. Maybe sharing a room with him wouldn’t be so bad after all.