Road To Nowhere - Chapter 5

[ahopper84]

Title: Road to Nowhere
Chapter: 5/?
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Drug use, language, sex... all the fun stuff.
Summary: Zac learns that growing up sucks, but not always in a bad way.
Author's Note: Just realized I never posted chapter 4 to lj! Whoops! So, surprise, today you're getting TWO chapters! (Unless you're reading on ao3, but then you're not seeing this!)



“What do you think?” I stepped back to look in the mirror, twisting the black bracelets on my arm. I’d settled for a black tank top and Tripps shorts, along with some black lipstick and eyeliner, and of course the fangs.

“Good enough to bite,” Skyler said, stepping up behind me and kissing my neck. He put in his own fangs and grinned at our reflection, pressing the plastic tips against my shoulder.

“Ow! Fuck, those things are actually kinda sharp.” I winced and tried to pull away, but Sky’s hands on my hips held me still. He bit down again, right at the crook of my neck. I drew in a breath, leaning back against him for a second. “Okay, okay. We need to get downstairs.”

“Yeah, alright.”

We headed out of my room, and were stopped in the living room by my parents.

“Well, don’t you two look intimidating,” mom said with a smile.

“Thanks mrs. H,” Sky said, grinning and showing off his fangs.

“Alright boys,” Dad spoke up as he put on his jacket. “You know the drill, keep it to a dull roar, don’t leave the house, and try not to break anything. We’ll be home a little later; just don’t give us a reason to bother you, and we won’t. And have fun.”

“Night guys.” I waved to my younger siblings, then turned and headed down to the basement. There was already music playing, and a couple people from school had already showed up. I grabbed a soda and went over to where Tay was talking to someone in a clown mask.

“Hey Tay.”

“Hey Zac, Skyler. Nice,” he said, looking us over.

“And what’re you supposed to be?” I couldn’t see anything all that special about his outfit, jeans and a t-shirt.

“James Dean; I just took my jacket off, it’s over there.”

“Oh… that’s cool I guess.” I looked around, keeping an eye out for familiar faces. One red-hooded face in particular.

“She’s not here yet,” Tay said; he wore a smug grin, and I wanted to hate him for it.

I ignored what he said and wandered over to where a few of my classmates were. I talked with them for a while, but I kept an eye on the stairs, looking over every time someone else arrived. Ike showed up after a bit, bringing some alternative drink choices.

“Thirsty?”

I turned around to see Tay standing there, holding out a red cup of what looked like punch. He’d put his jacket back on, and I had to say, the costume looked good on him, from the tight jeans to the slicked-back hair, and even the cigarette tucked behind his ear. I took a long sip of my obviously-spiked drink; the sweet taste of the punch had a sharp edge to it from whatever alcohol had been added.

“You know, you don’t look half bad,” he said, taking a step back and looking me up and down. “It’s… different. I kinda like it.”

“Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself. I don’t know how the hell you got into those jeans, though.”

“Practice,” he said with a grin. “Worth it, though.”

“I’ll say.” I blinked, not sure where that’d come from; even Tay seemed surprised. I took a big gulp of my drink, already numbing to the burn.

“Oh, right, I almost forgot. Kat called; she’s actually not gonna make it tonight, she said something came up.”

“Oh… that blows.” The one person I’d really looked forward to seeing wasn’t coming. My mood soured, and I downed the rest of my drink.

“Sorry. She really wanted to come; apparently her roommate’s having some kind of meltdown or something. She said she’d try to make it still, but she didn’t sound too optimistic about it.”

“Yeah, whatever. Doesn’t matter. I need another drink.” I didn’t even have much reason to be upset; it wasn’t like there was much chance of anything happening between us, at least not then. Still, I was pretty bummed out.

“I’ll get it for you,” Tay offered, taking my cup from me. As he turned to cross the room, the sight of his ass in those jeans was at least a little bit of a distraction. At least until I saw him watching me over his shoulder, one eyebrow up and a smirk on his lips.

“Okay guys, first bottle’s empty, you know what that means!” Ike, the resident bartender, held up the emptied glass bottle, grinning wide. A murmur rippled through the crowd, along with a few whispers and giggles. Tay came back with my cup; I wondered if it’d been my drink that’d drained the bottle.

“You gonna play?” he asked, looking over the group of people beginning to form a circle.

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged and found a spot between two girls. We all sat down, most of us with drinks in hand. I spotted Skyler across the circle; he gave a wink, holding up his own plastic cup in a ‘cheers’ motion. Once we were all in place, Ike set the bottle in the center.

“So, just so we’re clear. You spin, the bottle points to someone, you kiss. Simple, right? Play goes to the right, no doubles, no redo’s. Hands to yourself; you want more, take it outside. Okay, let’s see who’s first. Jessie, you’re up.”

He took a step back, standing just outside the circle, and the girl the bottle pointed to took his place. There was a pretty big group, so I sat back, not expecting my turn for a while. I looked over my prospects, seeing if there was anyone I was hoping for or against. No one seemed too repulsive, but there wasn’t anyone I was dying to lay my lips on, either. I wondered what would happen if I landed on Sky, or vice versa; Ike had said no redo’s, after all, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to out myself like that. Still, I could just chalk it up to the game.

I had a pretty good buzz going by the time I finished my second drink. It left me just brave enough to give Tay another glance when he wasn’t looking. Why had I been so fixated on him earlier? Sure, I knew he was attractive, but I wasn’t attracted to him… there was a difference. Wasn’t there? It wasn’t like it was with Skyler, or Kat. I didn’t want him the way I wanted them. Or at least, I didn’t think I did. But the way he looked in those jeans was impossible to ignore, and I had to admit - to myself, if no one else - that it was causing at least a small reaction.

“You’re up, Zac,” the girl next to me said with a giggle. I reached over and gave the bottle a solid spin. It slowed down, and for a moment I thought it was going to stop at my brother; he thought so too, judging by the way his eyes widened and darted up to me. But instead it rolled just a little more, settling on a blond girl I vaguely recognized. She giggled behind her hand before kneeling over so I could kiss her.

It wasn’t my first kiss, obviously, not even with a girl, but it might’ve been hers by how nervous she looked. It was kind of cute though, the way her cheeks turned bright pink as I looked her over quickly. She was pretty, maybe not as hot as Kat, but pretty. I gave her a reassuring smile as I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to hers. It took her a second to react, further confirming that this was probably her first kiss.

I gave it a few seconds before pulling back. She looked a little dazed, but giggled and went back to her seat. I got up to refill my drink as the game went on; out of the corner of my eye I saw Skyler get up as well. The way he was staring suggested something was definitely on his mind, but I couldn’t say whether it was good or bad. I handed him the drink I’d poured for myself, then started on a fresh one.

“I could’ve sworn you were gonna have to kiss your brother.”

I glanced over; he was smiling, but it looked forced.

“Well, he does make a pretty hot chick; maybe the bottle got confused.”

“That chick you kissed seemed pretty pleased,” he said, leaning against the table and sipping his drink. “She’s cute, yeah?”

“She’s alright,” I replied with a shrug. “Pretty sure it was her first.”

“Aw, how sweet. Got a thing for the cherries, do ya?” Sky batted his lashes at me and grinned. I’d been his first kiss too, the first week of summer break; he was the first, and so far only, boy I’d kissed. “Anyway, I’ve got some supplies for the afterparty, whenever you wanna get out of here.”

“Maybe in a bit. You’ve still got your turn coming, if you hurry up and get back over there. But yeah, we can head out to the treehouse later.”

“Cool.” Sky tapped his cup against mine, then went back to his spot in the circle. I noticed the girl I’d kissed was looking my way; she gasped and turned to giggle at her friends as soon as she caught me looking. I just rolled my eyes and sipped my drink. I was being a bit of a downer, I knew, but I kept going back and forth between my disappointment at Kat’s no-show, and my confusion at my own thoughts about my brother. Because for a split second, I’d almost wished the bottle had landed on him.

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A couple hours and more than a few drinks later, Skyler and I stumbled out to the treehouse, singing a horribly off-key version of Thriller. We were both pretty drunk, but Ike had cut us off before we could cause any permanent damage. Still, we’d managed to swipe half a bottle of rum before he’d left, and were carrying it with us as we made our way across the yard.

“Dude,” Sky said, collapsing on the floor once we were inside the confines of the treehouse. “Good party.”

“Good enough. Pass me the bottle and roll us a jay.”

“Way ahead of ya.” He grinned and pulled a ziplock bag with a few joints inside from one of his pockets.

“Nice.” I reached for the bottle and took a swig as he took out one of the joints. It hung between his lips for a minute as he searched his pockets for a lighter. “Don’t fucking tell me…”


“Nah, I got it,” he said, finally producing a lighter. “This stuff should be better than last time.” He took a couple hits before trading the joint for the bottle.

“Not bad.” We passed the two vices back and forth for a while, until the joint was finished.

“Still think Tay’s is better?”

My drunk and nearing-stoned mind took Sky’s words and twisted them, and I swallowed hard.

“Nah… yours is the best.”

“Is that so?” He gave me a lusty smirk as he took another hit, holding it and beckoning me closer. I hovered my lips over his as he exhaled; I kissed him roughly and felt him moan against my mouth.

“Ah,” he hissed, pulling back. “Watch the fangs, dude.” He chuckled, then tilted his head, thinking. He grabbed my wrist and slowly brought it up to his mouth, his eyes on mine the entire time. His hand felt hot, but his tongue was cool as it washed over my skin, followed by the prick of his fangs. They weren’t sharp enough to break skin, but the pressure combined with the look in his eyes made my jaw hang open and a shiver run down my spine.

“How do I taste?” I realized the double meaning as soon as the words left my mouth. Skyler grinned wider and kissed a tortuous path up my arm, my shoulder, my neck, pausing to whisper in my ear.

“I’d love to find out.”