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Title/Chapter: Breaking Free (41/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson, Zac/OFC: Andy
Rating: NC-17 over-all
Word Count: 2,957
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 FORTY-ONE

ZAC’S POV

I pull Taylor as close as I can get him without crawling in to his skin as he licks in to my mouth. I moan quietly, running my fingers through his golden locks. Then Taylor pulls away, breathing hard and stares in to my eyes. “One last time?” he murmurs. “Please?” Without hesitation I nod. How can I say no to him? I can’t. So I roll him on to his back, sliding on top of him and kissing him softly. “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.

I raise my eyes to his. “I love you too,” I tell him. “I have for almost all my life.”

“Don’t let me go,” he replies. I give a firm nod and lean back in for his mouth. Our hands wander and our shirts are quickly shed. His skin is so hot against mine, almost burning, but it feels so good. It feels good to be on top of him again.

I kiss a path down his neck and to his collar bones, licking and sucking at the prominent bones. His fingers thread through my hair as I make my way down to his nipples, flicking, licking, sucking and biting until they’re tiny, hard nubs. Taylor moans, arching his back. I work my way down his sternum, his abs and I lick along his waist from one side to the other, then back again. I quickly pop the button on his jeans and pull down the zipper. I have to practically peel his too-tight jeans off his legs before throwing them aside.

I crawl back up his body, covering his smaller frame with my larger one and he immediately wraps his legs around my waist, grinding his erect length in to my jean covered one. “Oh god, Zac, please,” he whimpers. “I need you. Please.” He’s fumbling with my jeans and I bat his hands away gently, taking the task in to my own hands, which are shaking lightly. I manage to get the button undone and the zipper down, sliding the pants down over my hips and ass. I toss them to some unknown corner of the room and climb back on top of my husband.

“I love you,” I whisper against his lips, rocking my hips against his. He moans quietly, gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. I lick and suck at his collar bone, making him whimper. He tastes of salt, the fine sheen of sweat covering him. I rock my hips against his again, then hook my fingers in the waist band of his navy briefs, slowly sliding them down his legs. After tossing them aside, I reach for my boxer briefs, but Taylor stops me.

“Let me,” he says. I can only nod and sit back, letting him pull my underwear down and off. He tosses them away and crawls on top of me, licking in to my mouth. “I love you,” he tells me.

“I love you too,” I murmur, running my fingers through his hair. I pull him tightly against my body, rocking my hips in to his. He moans, tossing his head back and I take the opportunity to attack his exposed throat with my lips, tongue and teeth. “You taste so good,” I whisper. Taylor moans, his back arching.

I flip us suddenly, wanting so very badly to be on top of him, to be in him. “Where’s the lube?” I ask breathlessly. My husband reaches over to the bedside table and digs around for a moment. Then he holds his hand up triumphantly, a little bottle held tightly in his fingers. I try to grab it from him, but he won’t let me. He pops the top and pours some in to his hand. He rubs his hands together to warm the shiny liquid, then he circles my erection with his long fingers, stroking me in long, slow movements. I tip my head back, moaning low in my throat. After a few strokes, I push the singer’s hands away from me and he frowns. “I can’t take anymore,” I tell him. He nods and lays back against the pillows, pulling his knees up to his chest.

I take the KY and slick my fingers, pressing one gently in to Taylor’s tight hole. He moans quietly, his back arching. I lean up to kiss him as I work a second digit in, scissoring it, prepping him for what’s to come. When he starts to push back on my fingers, I know he’s ready and gently withdraw my hand. He whimpers at the loss, giving me puppy dog eyes. I smile softly, pushing his hair back from his eyes. “It’s okay,” I murmur. Then I guide my leaking cock to his entrance and sink in slowly and gently.

My husband sighs when I’m finally buried to the hilt inside of him. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me in for a breathless kiss. I begin to move my hips, just short slow thrusts at first, pulling moans and whimpers from Taylor’s lips. “Please, Zac,” he whimpers. “More. I need… more.” I nod and pull out further before thrusting in hard and deep. He cries out and I know I’ve hit his prostate dead on. I hike his leg up on to my hip and he gets the hint, wrapping his legs tightly around my waist, pushing me deeper inside of him.

He’s so hot and tight, pulling me in stroke for stroke. Our hips, our bodies, move in a smooth rhythm. One that only lovers of this many years can accomplish. I nibble gently on his lips and then lick over the spot soothingly. “I love you so much,” I tell him.

“I… love you… too,” he gasps. “Oh god. I’m so… close.” When he tells me this, I reach between us to grasp his leaking cock. I grip it tightly between my fingers and stroke him in time with my thrusts. His head thrashes from side to side as I hit his pleasure spot over and over, keeping time with my hand. “Oh. Oh. Oh god. Za-ac,” his voice breaks as his orgasm washes over him, his warm cum coating my hand and our bellies.

His walls tighten around me considerably, stroking me in to my climax. I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my scream as my warm seed fills him up and overflows on to his thighs. I shudder from head to toe, my body tensing, then going limp as I crush him in to the mattress.

Taylor strokes my hair lovingly as I begin to cry. “Shh,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. I love you. It’s okay.” I shiver as the sweat on my heated skin begins to cool. I lift my head and look at the damage I’ve made to his shoulder. I didn’t break the skin, but the little dents from my teeth are definitely going to bruise. I lean back down to kiss the mark.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

“S’okay,” Taylor replies.

I lift my gaze to his, chocolate pools gazing in to the ocean. “I love you, Taylor,” I tell him, wiping at the tears on my face.

“I love you too,” he says softly, stroking my hair and my face with his long piano fingers.

I gently slip from his body to lay next to him, pulling him in to my arms. He melts in to my embrace, snuggling in under my chin. “I don’t know what I want,” I tell him quietly. “I think I’m more confused than I’ve ever been.”

Taylor squeezes me around the middle. “I’m here,” he says. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. We’re a family; you, me and Jenna. We’ll always be a family.”

“What about Andy?” I whisper.

Taylor shrugs. “You can still take some time with her,” he says. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to mess things up,” I tell him quietly. “I want to do what’s right.”

“Follow your heart,” Taylor murmurs. Then he disentangles himself from me and goes to the bathroom. He comes back to me all cleaned up, a warm damp cloth in his hand. I lay on my back as he washes the evidence of his orgasm from my stomach and my hands, then he returns the wash cloth back to the bathroom. He comes back to me and climbs up on the bed, covering us with the blankets. He props himself on his elbow, head in his hand as I lay on my back.

“Do you think we’ve scarred our daughter for life?” I ask.

Taylor chuckles quietly. “She’s asleep, Zac. Has been for a while,” he tells me. I lift my head and look over at the port-a-crib. Jenna’s there with her thumb in her mouth, snuggled up to her teddy bear.

I grin. “Post breakfast nap, right?” Taylor nods. I sigh deeply. “I don’t know what to do,” I say quietly.

“What’s different from this morning? Or yesterday even?” Taylor asks.

I sigh again and twine my fingers with his. “We got our spark back,” I answer.

My husband cocks his head to the side. “Our spark?”

“Yeah, didn’t you feel it? Just now, there was this passion between us that I haven’t felt since before Jenna was born,” I tell him. “You… you felt it, right?”

Taylor nods, brushing my hair back from my eyes. “Yeah, I felt it. And you’re right, it hasn’t been there for a long while.”

“I wanna make it work. I want us to work. I don’t…” I shake my head. “I don’t want to tear our family apart,” I say, my eyes filling with tears.

“Hey now, don’t cry,” Taylor soothes.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have,” I tell him.

“Then don’t,” he replies. “We’ll work on it. We’ll work on keeping our spark ignited. I promise you that I can do it, I’ll work so hard on it. I promise.” It makes me feel horrible to hear Taylor say these things like it’s his fault I wanted to leave in the first place. It was never his fault. It was always mine.

I reach up, sliding my fingers through my husband’s golden hair. “We both need to work on it,” I state. “We both lost it. It was never any one person’s fault. We just got carried away with being parents. We didn’t take the time out to be a couple. I think that’s all we need to do: take some time for us, like, once a week or once a month or something. Just the two of us.”

Taylor nods in agreement. “We could do a date night once a week,” he suggests. “We wouldn’t even need to actually leave the house. We could stay in, but have someone baby-sit for Jenna and give us a few hours to ourselves.”

“I like that idea,” I tell him with a soft smile.

There’s a moment of silence where we just stare lovingly at each other. “Hey, Tay,” I say quietly.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve kind of been thinking about this for a while now but…”

“What is it, Zac?” Taylor asks.

“I was just thinking that maybe we should move back to Tulsa.”

“You want to move back to Tulsa?” Taylor asks.

I nod. “Yeah. I don’t really want to raise our baby in the city. Remember… Remember at the recording studio the first time we made love?” Taylor nods. “’Member how we wanted a house with a yard and a white picket fence?” Taylor nods again. “I think we could have that in Tulsa. We can have the yard with the fence and Jenna can run around chasing her puppy and we can try for a second baby. And Mom and Dad could watch Jenna for our date nights. I mean, they could even take her overnight, you know?”

Taylor nods slowly. “Is this what you really want, Zac? You’re not going to change your mind again?” He worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

I lean up on my elbow and stroke Taylor’s cheek lightly. “This is what I really want, Tay. I want my family. I want us to be in Tulsa in that big house with the large yard and white picket fence that we dreamed about. I think I needed this to figure it all out. I… I don’t feel confused anymore.”

Taylor nods. “If you’re sure.”

“I am,” I tell him. “I promise you I’m sure.”

Taylor nods again. “Maybe you should get dressed and go talk to Andy.”

My face falls at his words. “Do… Do I have to leave just yet? Can I just stay here for a bit and lay with you?”

Taylor smiles at me, running his fingers through my hair. “For a little bit,” he answers. “But don’t be using this as an excuse to procrastinate.”

“I’m not,” I tell him. “I’m just not ready to leave you.”

“Come ‘ere,” Taylor murmurs holding his arms open. A grin breaks my face as I cuddle in to his chest, feeling like I’m exactly where I belong.

　

ANDY’S POV

Aaron rolls off of me, both of us completely spent, with a smug smile on his face. “What’s that look for?” I ask him.

“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” he states.

“Excuse me?”

He turns his head to look at me. “Last night you cheated on me. Today you cheated on Zac. Once a cheater, always a cheater,” he says again. Anger burns deep within my chest as I jump up and begin throwing on my clothes. Then I turn back to Aaron and punch him as hard as I can in the shoulder. “Ow!” he exclaims. “What was that for?!”

“How dare you,” I growl. “How dare you call my best friend a fag and how dare you trick me in to sleeping with you one last time just to prove I’m a cheater.” I punch him again in the same spot just as hard. He yelps, rubbing his injured shoulder. “I want your stuff out of my apartment. I will give you two weeks, but that’s it.” Then I stomp out of the room, slamming the door as hard as I can.

I’m so angry that I can’t take the elevator. I stomp my way past the lift and to the stairwell. I stomp all the way up to the next floor, my feet hitting the steps so hard that pain shoots up from my heels to my calves but I don’t care. I’m just so angry and this is a good way of letting it out.

When I get to the room I stayed in the night before, I’m so mad I fumble with the key card a few times before I can get the door unlocked. When I finally do, I slam that door too. Then I throw myself down on the bed and sob. After a few minutes I hear the slide of a key and the click of the lock. I hear feet shuffle over to the bed and then the mattress sinks behind me. A large hand lands on my shoulder. “What’s wrong, Banana Face?” Zac asks.

I turn on to my back to look up at him and say, “Aaron is the biggest bastard ever!” Zac pulls me up in to a sitting position and wraps his arms around me tightly.

“What happened?” he asks gently. I sob as I tell him what happened with Aaron. How he called Zac a fag and tricked me in to sleeping with him just so he could call me a cheater.

“He’s an asshole!” I exclaim. “I was gonna let the fag thing slide because I thought he was saying it out of anger. But when he had that smug look on his face…” I shake my head. “I knew it wasn’t out of anger. It was because he’s a bastard. I just…” I shake my head again. “I could never be with someone like that. I’m so happy I’m getting an annulment.”

“Andrea,” Zac sighs.

I pull back to look at him. “What is it?” I ask, knowing he only uses my full name when he’s trying to be taken seriously.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

I furrow my brows. “For what?”

“Taylor and I…” He chews on his lower lip, his mouth opening and closing a few times but no words leaving his lips.

I nod in understanding. “You guys made up,” I state. Zac nods. “I figured as much,” I tell him.

“How?” Zac asks.

“Taylor is always going to be your number one, Zac. Always and forever. No one could ever take his place. I knew being with you was too good to be true.” I shrug. “But we’re still best friends, right?”

Zac nods emphatically. “Oh, yeah, of course. Best friends for life. I love you, Andy, and I always will.”

“But it will always be Taylor,” I murmur.

Zac ducks his head, nodding. “We just… after having Jenna we lost our spark.” He lifts his gaze back to mine. “This little separation we had, knowing it could be our last time together, we found that spark again.” He shrugs.

“As long as you’re happy,” I tell him.

He smiles softly, almost sadly. “I will be,” he says. “We’re going to work on keeping that spark alive. As long as we can do that, I’ll be happy.”

“Promise?” I ask him.

He nods. “Yeah, I promise.”

“You know I only want what’s best for you and Jenna,” I tell him quietly. “And I’m always here for you. Always, no matter what.”

“I know,” Zac whispers. Then he leans in hugging me tightly. “I love you, Banana Face.”

“I love you too, Monster.”


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Comments

[rachie-grl6.livejournal.com]

YES!!! This is the way it should be. I can't wait for them to move back to Tulsa! Poor Andy - she's not had the best couple of days huh? Can't wait to read more!

[writefiction.livejournal.com]

My muse is finally listening to me! hahah

And yeah, poor Andy. She's having a rough time :(

Thanks for reading!

[cocohanson.livejournal.com]

I am so glad Zac and Taylor are back together. Andy's a sweet girl...but if it's not meant to be, then it's not meant to be. In my opinion, being friends is better than not being in each other's lives at all. :-) Nice update. More soon please! ♥

[writefiction.livejournal.com]

I'm glad they're back together too :D

Thanks so much for reading!