Repost of "Breaking Free"
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Breaking Free (16/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: It's Zaylor, do you really need to know more?
Warning: Sexual-ness....again
Previous Chapters
Other Notes: Okay, kiddies, this is the last one for now. I'm going to try to go back to sleep for a few hours before I have to get up and get ready for my appointment which is @ 3:30. P.S. It's 7:00 in the AM and someone is KNOCKING on our DOOR. ---5 minutes--- The upstairs neighbor blew a circuit in their kitchen. I had to go down to the basement to flip the switch on the circuit breaker. *eye roll*
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Early September 2003
Zac's POV
Isaac called us last minute to say he couldn't pick us up at the airport. But I'm not really pissed. I don't see how I can be when he was at the new apartment to greet the movers the day before.
So now Taylor and I are getting a cab. We hand our bags to the cabbie to put in the trunk. Then we slide into the backseat of the yellow taxi. Once inside, I notice Taylor's chewing his thumbnail. He only chews his nails when he's nervous or upset.
I scoot closer to my brother so we're touching.
"What's wrong, Tay?" I ask, moving to put my arms around him.
"Don't," Taylor says sternly, pushing me away. I frown.
"What's the matter, Baby?"
"Don't," Taylor repeats. "Just, just leave me alone." I move to the other side of the cab and rest my head against the window. I don't know what's up with Taylor. He's been excited about coming to New York all day. He was practically giddy. I hope I didn't do something to piss him off.
& & &
The cab pulls up outside of the building our new apartment is in. We pay the driver and gather our bags. I hope that Isaac is already here as I push the buzzer for our apartment.
"Yeah?" comes from the intercom. I smile, recognizing my eldest brother's voice.
"It's us," I tell him. A buzzing noise sounds and I hear the click of the lock. I yank open the heavy door and let Taylor enter ahead of me. Then we take the elevator to the fifth floor.
As we walk down the hall looking for apartment 5B, a door opens and Isaac's head pops out. He grins at us, making me move a little faster. When I reach my brother, I hug him tightly.
"How was your flight?" he asks, moving to hug Taylor.
"It was fine," I tell him. "'Course, Taylor slept the whole time." Taylor sticks his tongue out at me over his shoulder as he enters the new apartment.
I follow my brothers inside and drop my bags on the floor. I just stand there staring at all the boxes.
"Now I remember why I hate moving," I say to no one in particular.
"It's not that bad," Taylor rplies, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"It's too late to deal with this mess." Then I add, "What time is it anyway?" Isaac looks at his watch.
"Quarter past eleven," he announces. I groan and lean back into Taylor.
"Whose great idea was it to take such a late flight?" Taylor kisses my cheek.
"Mom's," he answers.
"Remind me to thank her for the going away party," I retort. Taylor gives me a squeeze and I hear Isaac snicker behind us. I raise my middle finger at him over my shoulder. He laughs again.
"You two get some rest," he says. "I'll be back bright and early to help you unpack. Your keys to the apartment are on the kitchen table. I stocked both bathrooms with T.P. and your bed is all set up with new sheets."
I move away from Taylor to hug my other brother.
"Thanks," I tell him.
"No prob," he replies, moving to hug Taylor. Then he's gone.
Taylor and I make our way to the back of the apartment where the master bedroom is. I stand in the doorway for a moment, just looking at our brand-new queen-size bed. It makes my stomach do a little excited flip. It's like this room with it's one bed that we're going to sleep in night after night, makes our relationship more real. This whole apartment makes it real. It confirms that we're an actual couple.
I shake myself from my awed staring and strip down to my boxers. I crawl into the new bed, laying on my stomach. Then I feel Taylor sit down on my ass. I'm about to say something when he starts to rub my back.
"Mmm," I moan.
"Like that?" Taylor whispers in my ear. I close my eyes, smiling, and nod. Taylor continues the wonderful massage in silence for a few minutes.
Then Taylor shifts, leaning down to my ear.
"We've got the place all to ourselves you know," he whispers. "We'll have it all to ourselves every night for the rest of our lives. But don't you think tonight might be a little special?" I smile to myself.
"Yeah, tonight's special," I agree. Then I start to turn over, Taylor sitting up on his knees so I can shift on to my back. When I do so, Taylor sits back down, my hips between his thighs. I reach up, curling my fingers into the back of my brother's hair, and pull him down for a kiss.
Taylor slides his tongue passed my lips making me moan. I seriously don't know how he manages it. We've been "together" for over three months now. But he still makes me moan when he inserts his tongue, just like the very first time.
I thread my fingers through my brother's soft blond locks, rubbing my tongue against his. He rocks his hips against mine, the pads of his fingers tracing every bump and ridge of my ribs. His touch is so soft, but so full of heat. Goosebumps appear on my skin.
A light sheen of sweat breaks out on our heated skin as we rub and touch and kiss. Our bodies move together and Taylor's touching me in all the right places. I flip our positions and tug off Taylor's boxers. I stroke the inside of his thighs softly, eyeing his swollen member hungrily. To be quite honest, the thought of having a guy's cock anywhere near my mouth disgusts me. But for some reason, maybe love, I don't mind giving Taylor a blow job. I even sort of like it. The smell of him, the taste, the way he moans and shouts my name. All of it turns me on, making me want to suck him off until he climaxes.
Now I lean down, licking the entire length of Taylor's erection. He moans, his back arching. I take him into my mouth, sucking on his tip. He moans again and his fingers curl in my hair. I bob my head in his lap, slurping and sucking, doing all the things I know he likes.
His hips begin to buck and I press them back down to the mattress. Taylor moans loudly, tugging roughly on my hair. I growl in my throat and suck his cock harder. I'm so turned on by his responses that my own erection is starting to hurt. I need release. Now.
Keeping my mouth attached to my brother, I swivel around. placing the tip of my length against his soft, pouty lips. Taylor moans loudly, taking me all in at once. I moan around his dick and roll his testicles in my hand.
Our moans start mixing together, getting higher in pitch and more frequent. Taylor's tongue rubs me in all the right ways and he's sucking on me so hard. I'm about to lose it. Before I can, Taylor emits a noise that sounds like it could be a scream if his mouth wasn't so full. Then my mouth fills with his sweet seed and I swallow it down hungrily. As I do this, Taylor gives one long hard suck up the full length of my prick making my orgasm hit me hard. I moan loudly around the cock I'm still milking as I cum hard in my brother's mouth.
Once we're both spent, I turn and crawl up Taylor's body, giving him a lazy, but loving, kiss. Taylor smiles, threading his fingers through my hair.
"That was definitely worth putting off sleep for," he tells me. I grin.
"Mmm. I agree."
I press my nose to Taylor's neck and sigh.
"I love you," I tell him quietly. He strokes my side gently.
"I love you too," he whispers softly.
We lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other. Then I slide from Taylor's body making him whine.
"Don't leave me," he says. I laugh and pull him to my chest.
"I'm not leaving you," I tell him. Then I pull the blankets up over us. Taylor snuggles into my chest. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his head.
"Comfy?" I ask. Taylor nods, pressing closer. "Goodnight, Baby," I whisper.
"Night," Taylor replies. Once he drifts to sleep, I finally give in to the pull of slumber.
Comments?
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: It's Zaylor, do you really need to know more?
Warning: Sexual-ness....again
Previous Chapters
Other Notes: Okay, kiddies, this is the last one for now. I'm going to try to go back to sleep for a few hours before I have to get up and get ready for my appointment which is @ 3:30. P.S. It's 7:00 in the AM and someone is KNOCKING on our DOOR. ---5 minutes--- The upstairs neighbor blew a circuit in their kitchen. I had to go down to the basement to flip the switch on the circuit breaker. *eye roll*
Comments = Love!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Early September 2003
Zac's POV
Isaac called us last minute to say he couldn't pick us up at the airport. But I'm not really pissed. I don't see how I can be when he was at the new apartment to greet the movers the day before.
So now Taylor and I are getting a cab. We hand our bags to the cabbie to put in the trunk. Then we slide into the backseat of the yellow taxi. Once inside, I notice Taylor's chewing his thumbnail. He only chews his nails when he's nervous or upset.
I scoot closer to my brother so we're touching.
"What's wrong, Tay?" I ask, moving to put my arms around him.
"Don't," Taylor says sternly, pushing me away. I frown.
"What's the matter, Baby?"
"Don't," Taylor repeats. "Just, just leave me alone." I move to the other side of the cab and rest my head against the window. I don't know what's up with Taylor. He's been excited about coming to New York all day. He was practically giddy. I hope I didn't do something to piss him off.
& & &
The cab pulls up outside of the building our new apartment is in. We pay the driver and gather our bags. I hope that Isaac is already here as I push the buzzer for our apartment.
"Yeah?" comes from the intercom. I smile, recognizing my eldest brother's voice.
"It's us," I tell him. A buzzing noise sounds and I hear the click of the lock. I yank open the heavy door and let Taylor enter ahead of me. Then we take the elevator to the fifth floor.
As we walk down the hall looking for apartment 5B, a door opens and Isaac's head pops out. He grins at us, making me move a little faster. When I reach my brother, I hug him tightly.
"How was your flight?" he asks, moving to hug Taylor.
"It was fine," I tell him. "'Course, Taylor slept the whole time." Taylor sticks his tongue out at me over his shoulder as he enters the new apartment.
I follow my brothers inside and drop my bags on the floor. I just stand there staring at all the boxes.
"Now I remember why I hate moving," I say to no one in particular.
"It's not that bad," Taylor rplies, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"It's too late to deal with this mess." Then I add, "What time is it anyway?" Isaac looks at his watch.
"Quarter past eleven," he announces. I groan and lean back into Taylor.
"Whose great idea was it to take such a late flight?" Taylor kisses my cheek.
"Mom's," he answers.
"Remind me to thank her for the going away party," I retort. Taylor gives me a squeeze and I hear Isaac snicker behind us. I raise my middle finger at him over my shoulder. He laughs again.
"You two get some rest," he says. "I'll be back bright and early to help you unpack. Your keys to the apartment are on the kitchen table. I stocked both bathrooms with T.P. and your bed is all set up with new sheets."
I move away from Taylor to hug my other brother.
"Thanks," I tell him.
"No prob," he replies, moving to hug Taylor. Then he's gone.
Taylor and I make our way to the back of the apartment where the master bedroom is. I stand in the doorway for a moment, just looking at our brand-new queen-size bed. It makes my stomach do a little excited flip. It's like this room with it's one bed that we're going to sleep in night after night, makes our relationship more real. This whole apartment makes it real. It confirms that we're an actual couple.
I shake myself from my awed staring and strip down to my boxers. I crawl into the new bed, laying on my stomach. Then I feel Taylor sit down on my ass. I'm about to say something when he starts to rub my back.
"Mmm," I moan.
"Like that?" Taylor whispers in my ear. I close my eyes, smiling, and nod. Taylor continues the wonderful massage in silence for a few minutes.
Then Taylor shifts, leaning down to my ear.
"We've got the place all to ourselves you know," he whispers. "We'll have it all to ourselves every night for the rest of our lives. But don't you think tonight might be a little special?" I smile to myself.
"Yeah, tonight's special," I agree. Then I start to turn over, Taylor sitting up on his knees so I can shift on to my back. When I do so, Taylor sits back down, my hips between his thighs. I reach up, curling my fingers into the back of my brother's hair, and pull him down for a kiss.
Taylor slides his tongue passed my lips making me moan. I seriously don't know how he manages it. We've been "together" for over three months now. But he still makes me moan when he inserts his tongue, just like the very first time.
I thread my fingers through my brother's soft blond locks, rubbing my tongue against his. He rocks his hips against mine, the pads of his fingers tracing every bump and ridge of my ribs. His touch is so soft, but so full of heat. Goosebumps appear on my skin.
A light sheen of sweat breaks out on our heated skin as we rub and touch and kiss. Our bodies move together and Taylor's touching me in all the right places. I flip our positions and tug off Taylor's boxers. I stroke the inside of his thighs softly, eyeing his swollen member hungrily. To be quite honest, the thought of having a guy's cock anywhere near my mouth disgusts me. But for some reason, maybe love, I don't mind giving Taylor a blow job. I even sort of like it. The smell of him, the taste, the way he moans and shouts my name. All of it turns me on, making me want to suck him off until he climaxes.
Now I lean down, licking the entire length of Taylor's erection. He moans, his back arching. I take him into my mouth, sucking on his tip. He moans again and his fingers curl in my hair. I bob my head in his lap, slurping and sucking, doing all the things I know he likes.
His hips begin to buck and I press them back down to the mattress. Taylor moans loudly, tugging roughly on my hair. I growl in my throat and suck his cock harder. I'm so turned on by his responses that my own erection is starting to hurt. I need release. Now.
Keeping my mouth attached to my brother, I swivel around. placing the tip of my length against his soft, pouty lips. Taylor moans loudly, taking me all in at once. I moan around his dick and roll his testicles in my hand.
Our moans start mixing together, getting higher in pitch and more frequent. Taylor's tongue rubs me in all the right ways and he's sucking on me so hard. I'm about to lose it. Before I can, Taylor emits a noise that sounds like it could be a scream if his mouth wasn't so full. Then my mouth fills with his sweet seed and I swallow it down hungrily. As I do this, Taylor gives one long hard suck up the full length of my prick making my orgasm hit me hard. I moan loudly around the cock I'm still milking as I cum hard in my brother's mouth.
Once we're both spent, I turn and crawl up Taylor's body, giving him a lazy, but loving, kiss. Taylor smiles, threading his fingers through my hair.
"That was definitely worth putting off sleep for," he tells me. I grin.
"Mmm. I agree."
I press my nose to Taylor's neck and sigh.
"I love you," I tell him quietly. He strokes my side gently.
"I love you too," he whispers softly.
We lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other. Then I slide from Taylor's body making him whine.
"Don't leave me," he says. I laugh and pull him to my chest.
"I'm not leaving you," I tell him. Then I pull the blankets up over us. Taylor snuggles into my chest. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his head.
"Comfy?" I ask. Taylor nods, pressing closer. "Goodnight, Baby," I whisper.
"Night," Taylor replies. Once he drifts to sleep, I finally give in to the pull of slumber.
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Date: May 26th, 2008 03:49 am (UTC)