New "Breaking Free" Chapter!

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Title/Chapter: Breaking Free (39/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson, Zac/OFC: Andy
Rating: NC-17 over-all
Word Count: 3,416
Previous Chapters
P.O.V.: switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Breaking Free is a tale of two brothers who fall in love and the struggles to make it work. Can they make it last a lifetime? Or will the relationship crash and burn?

　

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ZAC’S POV

“Shit,” I murmur.

“What’s wrong, Monster?” Andy asks pulling back to look at me.

I sigh. “It’s just… I was hoping that kiss sucked for you,” I tell her.

My friend gives me a confused look. “Why?”

“Because I thought it was perfect too. Both of us enjoying it just makes things even more complicated than it already is,” I explain.

Andy looks at me with wide eyes. “You thought it was perfect too?”

I bite my lip nodding. “I always thought being in love with you would make life so much easier. But apparently that’s not the case.” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

“You’re in love with me?” she asks.

I look at her for a moment, studying her surprised expression. “Andy,” I murmur. “I’ve always been in love with you. Since we first met. I’ve told you this before.” My friend sits up, shaking her head. She brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them loosely.

“Zac, I just… You’ve always been gay,” she says. “And your heart has always belonged to Taylor.”

“It does belong to Taylor,” I murmur. “But not totally. And I guess I’m not totally gay either because I’m helplessly attracted to you and I always have been.” Andy doesn’t speak. “Why does all of this surprise you so much? I mean, you agreed to postpone your honeymoon so we could play house for a few days. I’m just confused.”

Andy sighs and runs her hand through her curls. “I don’t really know why I’m so surprised. Maybe I thought this was more about you feeling like you’re losing your best friend rather than… love.” She looks over at me. “I was wrong, wasn’t I?” I nod. “What do we do?” she asks quietly, almost sounding like a lost little girl.

I reach over and tuck a ringlet behind her ear. “I think this is where we forget about our partners and just go with our feelings. See where they take us.” I shrug. “I don’t know how else to figure my feelings out.”

“Me either,” she murmurs.

We both sigh and I suggest putting on a movie. So we crawl under the blankets and flip through the movies on pay-per-view. There’s not much on the list that I find all that appealing. But Andy finds one that makes her squeal with glee, Grease. Even if I hated the movie, I couldn’t say no to the look on her face. Hell, I can’t say no to her period. So we order the movie and Andy sits herself between my legs, leaning back against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. “Is this okay?” she asks as I wrap my arms around her and she twines her fingers with mine.

I nod and kiss her head. “It’s perfect,” I tell her.

We watch the movie mostly in silence. But once in a while I can hear Andy singing along under her breath. It’s cute that she knows all the words. At one point she scoots lower, tucking herself under my chin. I smile and kiss the top of her head. “This is nice,” I whisper.

Andy tips her head back and smiles up at me. “Yeah, it is,” she agrees. I hook my finger under her chin and lean down, touching my lips to hers.

“I love you,” I murmur. Andy’s eyes sparkle with happiness as she whispers the sentiment back to me.

It’s late when the movie ends, sometime after one in the morning. Andy is dozing quietly against my chest, but when I turn the TV off she stretches a little and sits up. “Is the movie over?” she asks.

I rub her back gently. “Yeah and it’s late. I think we need to go to sleep. I’m beat.” Andy crawls over my leg to her side of the bed and does a face-plant in to her pillow. I chuckle lightly and turn out the light. I slide down between the sheets, turning on my side to face my best friend. I stroke her hair softly and she turns her face towards me. She reaches out to stroke my cheek with her fingertip. “I love you, Monster,” she says. “As a friend, as a lover, as a soul mate. Wherever we end up after our time together is alright with me as long as we don’t lose each other.”

I turn my face towards her hand, kissing her palm. “I promise you that we’ll always be together in some form,” I tell her. “I want you any way I can have you. I love you and I’m never giving you up. You got that?” She smiles in the dark, nodding her head.

I move closer, wrapping an arm around her slim waist and pulling her against me. “I love you, Andrea,” I murmur.

“Andrea?” she asks quietly. “You only call me that when you’re dead serious.”

I nod. “I want you to know how serious I am when I tell you I love you,” I explain. “This isn’t… This isn’t me saying it as just a friend. Right now it’s more serious. A lot more serious.”

“I understand,” she whispers. She strokes my cheek lightly with the back of her fingers. “I just want you to know, I’m all in. I want to see where this takes us. I hope this brings us closer together no matter what label we end up choosing when our time is over.” She pauses, her hand resting against my chest. “I love you, Zachary,” she murmurs.

“I love you too,” I reply quietly. Then we lean in at the same time, our lips touching softly, the kiss unhurried. I pull her soft, obviously female, body against me, loving the way she fits so perfectly against me. She loops her arms around my waist and opens her mouth to mine. I lap lovingly at her tongue, moaning quietly. “I love you,” I murmur against her soft, plush lips.

“Mm. Love you too,” she replies, her voice a breathy whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. I gently roll on top of her, pressing her small frame in to the mattress. I kiss her chin lightly and let my lips travel across her jaw. I nibble at her earlobe making her sigh softly. Then I travel down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point. She moans, arching her back, her legs parting to let my hips fall between them.

Andy pulls my face back to hers, kissing me with a hungry passion. I moan quietly as she licks in to my mouth, my hands sliding under her shirt, skittering lightly up her sides. “Mm, Zac,” she moans against my mouth. She tugs at the hem of my shirt and I sit up, letting her pull the cotton off over my head. Once it’s off she tosses it aside and pulls me back down against her, pressing her hot mouth to mine. Our tongues tangle, our teeth nip and my heart pounds against my ribcage, my prick hardening quickly in my pants.

　

ANDY’S POV

Zac’s body is like an anchor holding me down against the mattress. His body is hot and heavy and makes me feel dizzy with lust. I can’t believe this is even happening, that we’re tasting, testing, touching. I never thought this would happen, not when he was so in love with Taylor. Especially not after they got married. And even more so now that I was married. But it’s happening and I don’t want it to stop.

His large hands slide up my sides, pushing my shirt up and the skin of our stomachs touch like a hot, hot heat. Goose bumps break out all along my arms making the tiny blond hairs stick up everywhere. Then Zac is pulling away from me and I whine in protest, but I find it’s okay as he’s slipping my shirt off over my head, exposing me to his big brown eyes.

I feel a little self-conscious at first, my cheeks flushing. But then Zac leans down kissing a trail from my waist up to my breasts, flicking his tongue at my nipples until they’re hard little nubs. I thread my fingers through his dark golden hair, moaning quietly as he licks and sucks at my collar bones. He makes his way to the pulse on the side of my neck, sucking hard making my back arch with desire. “Zac,” I murmur. He raises his head to look at me. “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Please. Don’t stop.” He grins at me, that big toothy grin and dives back in, kissing, licking, sucking and even biting at my neck making his way along my jaw and to my lips.

“Mm,” I moan when he delves his tongue in to my mouth, his hands searching the new territory of bare skin. His hands are warm and calloused, just the right amount of soft and hard, rough and smooth. His lips are so plump and fit so perfectly against mine. It’s all I can do not to come undone right then and there.

I reach down, pushing at his plaid pajama bottoms, getting them down over his hips and ass. He raises up on one arm and pushes them down to his knees with his other hand, then kicks them off the rest of the way. When he does this, I notice he’s now completely naked… and fully erect. My mouth waters and I just want him to take me. I reach for my own waist band but Zac slaps my hands away and begins to pull them down himself. He also makes sure to get a grip on my panties at the same time so the two barriers come off together.

Finally we’re both in our birthday suits, our eyes roaming over each other. Then our eyes meet, brown to green, and there’s no mistaking the fire and hunger in his impossibly dark eyes. Zac lays down against me, covering my body completely with his. He’s all soft tan skin and hard muscle, the feeling making me shiver.

Zac kisses me tenderly, his hands running through my hair. “I love you, Andrea,” he murmurs making my eyes water. His voice is as tender as his kiss was.

“I love you too, Zac,” I reply softly. He stares down at me for a moment, studying my face.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Once we do this, there’s no turning back.”

I smile up at him, pushing his long bangs back from his eyes. “Of course I’m sure,” I tell him. “This is something I’ve always wanted. Something I’ve always wanted with you. I… I always wanted you to be my first.”

“But I wasn’t,” he murmurs.

“No, but better late than never, right?”

Zac grins. “I guess so,” he says playfully. I pull him down for a kiss, our lips still curled in to smiles making our teeth clash together which in turn makes us laugh. But then things get serious as he settles his hips between my legs, gently pushing his manhood inside me. “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

I kiss his jaw, rough with stubble. “I love you too,” I tell him. “All my life… I’ve loved you.” He sinks in all the way and stills, lifting his brown gaze to my green one.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. All I can do is nod, a flood of tears stinging my eyes because he’s right. We fit together so perfectly and no matter what he decides after our time together, I know right now that my new marriage is over. It was over before it even began. My heart has only ever belonged to Zac no matter who I was dating or thought I was in love with. It will always be Zac no matter what. He’s it for me.

Zac begins to move his hips in a slow fluid motion making pleasure course through my veins. I grip his shoulders, pulling him as close as I can get him, my mouth latching on to his. “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Don’t ever stop.”

“So good,” he murmurs. “You feel… so good.” Our bodies move in time with one another, the most beautiful dance of love one could ever be apart of. We writhe and moan, our bodies tangling until we reach the pinnacle, stars exploding behind our eyes.

Zac’s warm seed fills me making my whole body shiver. Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me slowly and softly. As we kiss, breathing harshly through our noses, I feel wetness on my cheeks. Zac pulls back to catch his breath and I see the tears clumped on his eyelashes. “Monster, what’s wrong?” I ask.

He shakes his head, his shaggy hair flowing around his head. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says. “Everything’s perfect. That was… perfect. We are perfect. Together.” The flood of tears I felt earlier return in full force, flowing from my eyes. Zac frowns. “Why are you crying?” he asks.

I laugh lightly. “Same reason you are,” I tell him. “It’s all perfect. We’re like two puzzle pieces, Zac, don’t you see that?”

Zac smiles softly and kisses my forehead. “Of course I see that,” he says gently. “And… I don’t think I need any more time with you to figure out where I want to be… who I want to be with.”

My heart thuds painfully against my chest wall. “You… you don’t?”

Zac shakes his head. “But I don’t want to say anything definite just yet. I want us to take our time.”

I nod slowly. “Okay.”

Zac gently rolls off of me and pulls the blankets up over us. I just lay there on my back staring up at the ceiling. “Are you okay?” Zac asks.

I turn my head to look at him. “Can you… Could you just tell me what you’re thinking? About us?”

“Oh,” Zac says, a light bulb going off over his head. “Did I freak you out with what I said?” I nod. He reaches over and brushes my hair back from my eyes. “Sorry about that. I just…” He sighs, then turns on his side to face me. I turn towards him also, sensing what he’s about to say is important. “I can’t do this,” he murmurs.

I frown. “Do what?”

“Be with Taylor,” he answers, which makes my heart leap with joy.

“I don’t want you to be with Taylor either,” I tell him honestly.

Zac reaches out to twine our fingers together and sighs. “I just don’t know what to do about Jenna,” he says. “I mean, should Taylor get custody because I’m the one leaving? Or should I take custody and raise her as ours? Or should we do everything jointly and she can have two dad’s and a mom?”

I lean forward and kiss his lips lightly. “I don’t think this is the time to worry about that,” I tell him. “Not when you haven’t made a definite choice on who you want to be with.”

“But I think I have,” Zac whispers.

He catches me off-guard, my breath catching in my throat. “You… You have?” He nods, his brown eyes gazing deeply in to my green ones.

“I want to be with you,” he says. “I always have, it’s just, the timing was never right. I’d think I had the courage to tell Taylor or you’d have a boyfriend. It was never the right time.”

“And you think this is the right time?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“No,” he mutters. “But it was my last chance. My last chance at pure happiness.”

I move closer, snuggling in to his broad chest and he wraps his arms around me. “I love you, Monster,” I murmur. “Always. No matter what.” I can feel Zac stroking the tips of my hair that reaches to the middle of my back. “What are you thinking?” I ask quietly.

Zac leans down, kissing the top of my head. “Just wondering what you’ve decided, if you’ve even made up your mind yet.”

I snuggle further in to our embrace feeling safe and secure. “I made my decision a while ago,” I tell him.

“You did?” he asks, sounding surprised. I nod as his hand works deeper in to my hair. “What’d you decide?”

I kiss the closest piece of skin I can reach. “It’s always been you, Zac,” I murmur quietly.

“Really?” he murmurs, his hand stopping it’s stroking.

I nod. “I can’t believe I married Aaron today knowing deep down he was only second best.” I prop myself on my elbow and look at my best friend turned lover. “I want an annulment,” I tell him.

“You do?” Zac raises his eyebrows so high in surprise that they’re almost hidden in his hair. I nod. “What if I hadn’t chosen you?” he asks.

I tuck his hair behind his ear. “I’d be saying the same thing. I can’t be with Aaron knowing he’s second best. I can’t make him feel like he’s second best. I shouldn’t have gone along with the engagement and the wedding to begin with. I can’t believe I’ve done this to him. He’s such a great guy.”

“Hey, don’t beat up on yourself,” Zac gently scolds. “You didn’t know this was going to happen. Hell, I didn’t know it was going to happen.”

“But, Zac, I’ve always known it was you. Before today. Every day since I’ve known you, it’s been you. Always,” I tell him. “I just… I wanted someone to love me and with Aaron, I was settling for second best. And even though I shouldn’t settle for that just for me, I’m doing it for him too. He doesn’t deserve to be anybody’s second best.”

Zac tucks my hair behind my ear. “You sound like you know what you’re talking about,” he states.

I nod. “I do.” There’s a beat of silence. “For a long time, for basically the whole time, I’ve felt like second best to Taylor. I always thought he was your one and only.” I shrug my shoulder, looking down at my hands, picking at the skin around my nails.

Zac props himself up and hooks his finger under my chin. “Look at me,” he commands gently, tilting my face up to his. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel that way.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him. “You weren’t doing it purposely and, really, it’s my fault I never said anything.”

“And now?” he asks.

“Now I know I’m not second best to anyone,” I answer with a grin.

Zac leans in and kisses me. “You were never really second best to me,” he says. “You were always number one, I just didn’t think I could have you.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “And you thought you could have Tay?”

Zac chuckles. “I’m married to the man, aren’t I?” I can’t help laughing a little at that.

“Very true. You know, it’ll be easier, legally, for you guys to break up,” I say, getting back to the serious stuff. Zac nods as I curl up under his chin.

“But we have a baby together,” he murmurs. I kiss his chest lightly. “I miss my baby.”

I pull back to look at him. “Aw, is this the first time you’ve been away from her overnight?” Zac nods. “Well, we’re meeting Taylor for breakfast, right?” Zac nods again. “Just tell Tay that you’ve missed her and you’d like to take her for the day.”

Zac sighs. “I just feel kind of bad asking for that knowing that my choice isn’t him.”

“Zac,” I say in my serious voice. “You should never, ever feel bad about missing your daughter and wanting to spend time with her. You got me?”

“Yeah, I got you,” he replies.

I glance over his shoulder at the digital clock on the nightstand. “I think it’s time we go to bed,” I tell him. “It’s three-thirty in the morning.”

Zac groans. “So late it’s early.” He flops on to his back and pulls me close. I smile as I snuggle in to his side, resting my head on his chest. But then I lift myself up and kiss him softly.

“I love you, sleep well,” I murmur.

Zac smiles at me. “I love you too. Sweet dreams, Banana Face.” I lay my head back down on his chest, letting the rise and fall lull me to sleep.