Repost of "Breaking Free"
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Breaking Free (24/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No wives, no kids. They still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
Previous Chapters
Dedication: to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keepsaked & yrmlcompleted for cute comments =)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Zac's POV
Taylor and I are eating a quiet lunch of macaroni and butter. My brother is practically laying in my lap as he's spread out across the booth side of our kitchen table. I give him a little squeeze as I finish my mouthful of pasta.
"Would it be better if you were actually in my lap?" I ask with a smirk.
"Quiet, you," Taylor replies. "That fight was horrible. And now I just wanna be close with you... All the time." He shrugs one shoulder.
I lean down to his face and brush my lips over his softly.
"I know what you mean," I tell him. Taylor tilts his head back to look up at me. He smiles and says,
"I thought you would." I lean down to kiss him again.
"I love you, Baby," I whisper.
"I love you too," Taylor replies. Then he moves around, sitting up and sitting on my knee.
"You're right," he starts. "Actually being in your lap is much better." He grins at me, stabbing some macaroni with his fork and eating it. I roll my eyes with a grin and peck his lips. Then we continue eating in a comfortable silence.
When we've finished our pasta, I pick up our bowls and place them in the sink. When I turn around, Taylor's standing across from me, leaning back against the counter. He's got this cute, shy smile on his face and his bangs are hanging over his eyes. I smile and take the few steps over to him.
I rest my hands lightly on Taylor's waist.
"Hey," I whisper. Taylor shakes his hair away from his face.
"Hey," he replies softly. His hair has fallen in his face again, so I move it aside with my finger.
"Someone looks like they want to cuddle," I state quietly. Taylor sticks out his bottom lip as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"You should know me well enough by now to know that was not my cuddle face," he tells me. I grin.
"Yeah? So what face was it?" Taylor reaches up, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"It was my I-wanna-make-out face," he answers with a sly smile. I pull my brother close and brush my lips softly over his.
"Whichever face it was, I liked it a lot," I murmur. Taylor grins and I'm sure he's noticed the lust in my eyes. He takes my hand and leads me back to our bedroom.
As Taylor makes his way to the stereo, I climb up on the bed and lay down against the pillows, hugging Taylor's pillow to my chest. I watch my brother as he searches our CD's. When he finds what he's looking for, he pulls the CD from the shelf and puts the disc in the player. Then he pushes the play button and fiddles with the volume.
The music filters softly through the speakers, a slow romantic melody. Taylor turns around then. He makes his way slowly to the bed, climbing on to it and crawling over me. He straddles my hips and pulls the pillow from my grasp. I whine, reaching for the stuffed cloth.
"Give it." Taylor giggles and tosses the pillow to the floor. He leans down, a hand on either side of my body.
"Now why would you need that pillow when you can have the real thing?" he asks.
I pout, trying not to grin, and cross my arms over my chest.
"It smells better," I retort. Taylor snorts.
"Oh, sweetie, that'd be a good one if the pillow didn't smell like me," he teases. I pout again.
"Shuddup." Taylor grins at me, lowering his face close to mine.
"Aw, c'mon, Baby, you know I love you," he says with a soft voice. He leans in closer, our lips just a breath apart.
I whine, anxious to feel my brother's soft lips against mine. He laughs lightly, his breath ghosting over my lips. Then he leans in, covering my mouth with his. I sigh through my nose and cup the back of Taylor's head with my palm.
Taylor presses his full body weight into me, laying on top of me. I part my legs, letting him gently fall between them. He makes a cute little noise in his throat. Then he slides his tongue past my lips, making me moan. I kiss him harder, clutching at his thin frame, and rub my tongue against his.
Taylor tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. He kisses me with this deep passion that I know is only for me. It makes me ache for him; a slow, sweet ache that starts in my very core and spreads. Just the way he's kissing me is driving me crazy.
I reach for the hem of Taylor's shirt and tug the soft fabric up his body. He sits up and pulls the shirt off all the way, tossing it to the floor. Then he removes my shirt, giving it the same fate as his own. Taylor places his hands on my chest and rubs gently. He trails kisses from my neck to my shoulder and over my collarbone. My skin burns wherever his lips touch.
Taylor moves back up my body, kissing me hungrily. It's almost too much to bear, my cock straining against the restriction of my jeans. I take my brother's hand and place it on the button of my pants. He takes the hint, undoing my jeans and pulling them off. Before he has a chance to think, I start working on his button-fly.
I make a frustrated noise as I fumble with the buttons. Taylor kisses me lightly.
"Calm down," he whispers. "We have all the time in the world." I look into his eyes and take a deep breath. I smile at my brother, then go back to the task at hand.
When I finally get all five buttons undone, I help Taylor wiggle out of his too-tight jeans. I lay him gently on the bed and lower myself onto his slim form. I nuzzle Taylor's cheek.
"I love you, Tay," I whisper, brushing my lips lightly over my brother's; just a ghost of a kiss that leaves him whimpering.
"Kiss me," he pleads. "Please just...just touch me. Do something."
I grin. I love when he begs and pleads. I love the feeling of power over him. But don't get me wrong, in these types of intimate interactions Taylor holds just as much power over me.
I hover my lips just a breath away from my brother's. I want him to work for it. And when he realizes I'm not going to give in, though I'm so hard it's bordering on painful, Taylor flips our positions, pinning me to the bed. The sudden change in dominance makes me moan and arch into my lover. He kisses me hard, nipping at my lower lip. Then he moves to my neck, sucking and biting. But through it all, he never, even once, touches the place I need it most.
I moan loudly as Taylor sucks the spot just behind my earlobe. My hand travels down to my boxers and pulls my throbbing cock through the hole in the front. As soon as I do, Taylor swats my hand away.
"Nuh-uh-uh," he says. "Shame, shame trying to start without me."
I lean up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue. Meanwhile, Taylor is slowly lowering my boxers.
"Hold on a sec," he murmurs. I whine as he pulls away, but then moan as I watch him dispose of his boxer-briefs. He takes our undergarments and tosses them to some unknown part of the room.
Taylor climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs, and wraps his slender fingers around his leaking cock. He strokes himself slowly.
"Oh, oh. God, Zac," he moans, his head falling back. I whimper and place Taylor's free hand on my aching erection. His pace is painfully slow, just like he's using on himself. I moan, making my brother look at me. His eyes are so dark with lust they're almost black.
"Tay," I murmur. He takes both of our erections in one hand as he leans down to kiss me. He kisses me so softly it makes my stomach flip. I moan around his tongue, thrusting my hips. Taylor gasps against my mouth and removes his hand, rolling his hips forward.
We kiss slowly and softly. But out lower halves are just the opposite. We grind our hips together hard and fast. Our bodies are covered in sweat and we soon break our kiss, panting. Taylor rests his forehead against my shoulder, moaning and whimpering in my ear. Every sound he makes and every breath he breathes turns me on just that much more.
I'm crazy with lust and passion. If I don't cum soon, I think I might just die. I whimper and grab Taylor's hips, grinding harder.
"Oh, Tay," I moan. "More. Oh god, more. Please."
Taylor growls low in his throat, nipping at my neck. I groan and my hips jerk involuntarily. Then he makes his way down my body, trailing kisses and gentle nips as he goes. He nuzzles his nose in the hair at the base of my cock. I moan, tangling my fingers in his sweaty blond locks.
Taylor licks and sucks at the inside of my thighs. Then he finally takes my aching prick into his mouth. He sucks on me hard as he bobs his head in my lap. I can't control my vocalizations or the fact that I'm thrusting into my brother's mouth.
Taylor reaches between my legs, rolling and squeezing my balls in his hand. I moan, my back arching. Then the unexpected happens: Taylor scrapes his teeth oh-so-lightly along the underside of my erection. That's all it takes to send me over the edge, cumming hard in my brother's mouth. Our voices mix together as we both cry out and all I can think is that Taylor reached his breaking point too.
My brother lets my spent cock slip from his lips before locking his gaze with mine. Then he slowly crawls up my body and kisses me gently.
"Lets never fight like that again," he says.
"Mmm," I agree as he settles on top of me. "Lets only fight like that if it leads to great sex like this." Taylor giggles.
"I think I can be okay with that," he replies. Then he nuzzles my neck. "I love you, Zachary. So much."
"I love you too, Baby," I tell him. "Always and forever."
Comments?
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No wives, no kids. They still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
Previous Chapters
Dedication: to
keepsaked & yrmlcompleted for cute comments =)CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Zac's POV
Taylor and I are eating a quiet lunch of macaroni and butter. My brother is practically laying in my lap as he's spread out across the booth side of our kitchen table. I give him a little squeeze as I finish my mouthful of pasta.
"Would it be better if you were actually in my lap?" I ask with a smirk.
"Quiet, you," Taylor replies. "That fight was horrible. And now I just wanna be close with you... All the time." He shrugs one shoulder.
I lean down to his face and brush my lips over his softly.
"I know what you mean," I tell him. Taylor tilts his head back to look up at me. He smiles and says,
"I thought you would." I lean down to kiss him again.
"I love you, Baby," I whisper.
"I love you too," Taylor replies. Then he moves around, sitting up and sitting on my knee.
"You're right," he starts. "Actually being in your lap is much better." He grins at me, stabbing some macaroni with his fork and eating it. I roll my eyes with a grin and peck his lips. Then we continue eating in a comfortable silence.
When we've finished our pasta, I pick up our bowls and place them in the sink. When I turn around, Taylor's standing across from me, leaning back against the counter. He's got this cute, shy smile on his face and his bangs are hanging over his eyes. I smile and take the few steps over to him.
I rest my hands lightly on Taylor's waist.
"Hey," I whisper. Taylor shakes his hair away from his face.
"Hey," he replies softly. His hair has fallen in his face again, so I move it aside with my finger.
"Someone looks like they want to cuddle," I state quietly. Taylor sticks out his bottom lip as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"You should know me well enough by now to know that was not my cuddle face," he tells me. I grin.
"Yeah? So what face was it?" Taylor reaches up, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"It was my I-wanna-make-out face," he answers with a sly smile. I pull my brother close and brush my lips softly over his.
"Whichever face it was, I liked it a lot," I murmur. Taylor grins and I'm sure he's noticed the lust in my eyes. He takes my hand and leads me back to our bedroom.
As Taylor makes his way to the stereo, I climb up on the bed and lay down against the pillows, hugging Taylor's pillow to my chest. I watch my brother as he searches our CD's. When he finds what he's looking for, he pulls the CD from the shelf and puts the disc in the player. Then he pushes the play button and fiddles with the volume.
The music filters softly through the speakers, a slow romantic melody. Taylor turns around then. He makes his way slowly to the bed, climbing on to it and crawling over me. He straddles my hips and pulls the pillow from my grasp. I whine, reaching for the stuffed cloth.
"Give it." Taylor giggles and tosses the pillow to the floor. He leans down, a hand on either side of my body.
"Now why would you need that pillow when you can have the real thing?" he asks.
I pout, trying not to grin, and cross my arms over my chest.
"It smells better," I retort. Taylor snorts.
"Oh, sweetie, that'd be a good one if the pillow didn't smell like me," he teases. I pout again.
"Shuddup." Taylor grins at me, lowering his face close to mine.
"Aw, c'mon, Baby, you know I love you," he says with a soft voice. He leans in closer, our lips just a breath apart.
I whine, anxious to feel my brother's soft lips against mine. He laughs lightly, his breath ghosting over my lips. Then he leans in, covering my mouth with his. I sigh through my nose and cup the back of Taylor's head with my palm.
Taylor presses his full body weight into me, laying on top of me. I part my legs, letting him gently fall between them. He makes a cute little noise in his throat. Then he slides his tongue past my lips, making me moan. I kiss him harder, clutching at his thin frame, and rub my tongue against his.
Taylor tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. He kisses me with this deep passion that I know is only for me. It makes me ache for him; a slow, sweet ache that starts in my very core and spreads. Just the way he's kissing me is driving me crazy.
I reach for the hem of Taylor's shirt and tug the soft fabric up his body. He sits up and pulls the shirt off all the way, tossing it to the floor. Then he removes my shirt, giving it the same fate as his own. Taylor places his hands on my chest and rubs gently. He trails kisses from my neck to my shoulder and over my collarbone. My skin burns wherever his lips touch.
Taylor moves back up my body, kissing me hungrily. It's almost too much to bear, my cock straining against the restriction of my jeans. I take my brother's hand and place it on the button of my pants. He takes the hint, undoing my jeans and pulling them off. Before he has a chance to think, I start working on his button-fly.
I make a frustrated noise as I fumble with the buttons. Taylor kisses me lightly.
"Calm down," he whispers. "We have all the time in the world." I look into his eyes and take a deep breath. I smile at my brother, then go back to the task at hand.
When I finally get all five buttons undone, I help Taylor wiggle out of his too-tight jeans. I lay him gently on the bed and lower myself onto his slim form. I nuzzle Taylor's cheek.
"I love you, Tay," I whisper, brushing my lips lightly over my brother's; just a ghost of a kiss that leaves him whimpering.
"Kiss me," he pleads. "Please just...just touch me. Do something."
I grin. I love when he begs and pleads. I love the feeling of power over him. But don't get me wrong, in these types of intimate interactions Taylor holds just as much power over me.
I hover my lips just a breath away from my brother's. I want him to work for it. And when he realizes I'm not going to give in, though I'm so hard it's bordering on painful, Taylor flips our positions, pinning me to the bed. The sudden change in dominance makes me moan and arch into my lover. He kisses me hard, nipping at my lower lip. Then he moves to my neck, sucking and biting. But through it all, he never, even once, touches the place I need it most.
I moan loudly as Taylor sucks the spot just behind my earlobe. My hand travels down to my boxers and pulls my throbbing cock through the hole in the front. As soon as I do, Taylor swats my hand away.
"Nuh-uh-uh," he says. "Shame, shame trying to start without me."
I lean up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue. Meanwhile, Taylor is slowly lowering my boxers.
"Hold on a sec," he murmurs. I whine as he pulls away, but then moan as I watch him dispose of his boxer-briefs. He takes our undergarments and tosses them to some unknown part of the room.
Taylor climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs, and wraps his slender fingers around his leaking cock. He strokes himself slowly.
"Oh, oh. God, Zac," he moans, his head falling back. I whimper and place Taylor's free hand on my aching erection. His pace is painfully slow, just like he's using on himself. I moan, making my brother look at me. His eyes are so dark with lust they're almost black.
"Tay," I murmur. He takes both of our erections in one hand as he leans down to kiss me. He kisses me so softly it makes my stomach flip. I moan around his tongue, thrusting my hips. Taylor gasps against my mouth and removes his hand, rolling his hips forward.
We kiss slowly and softly. But out lower halves are just the opposite. We grind our hips together hard and fast. Our bodies are covered in sweat and we soon break our kiss, panting. Taylor rests his forehead against my shoulder, moaning and whimpering in my ear. Every sound he makes and every breath he breathes turns me on just that much more.
I'm crazy with lust and passion. If I don't cum soon, I think I might just die. I whimper and grab Taylor's hips, grinding harder.
"Oh, Tay," I moan. "More. Oh god, more. Please."
Taylor growls low in his throat, nipping at my neck. I groan and my hips jerk involuntarily. Then he makes his way down my body, trailing kisses and gentle nips as he goes. He nuzzles his nose in the hair at the base of my cock. I moan, tangling my fingers in his sweaty blond locks.
Taylor licks and sucks at the inside of my thighs. Then he finally takes my aching prick into his mouth. He sucks on me hard as he bobs his head in my lap. I can't control my vocalizations or the fact that I'm thrusting into my brother's mouth.
Taylor reaches between my legs, rolling and squeezing my balls in his hand. I moan, my back arching. Then the unexpected happens: Taylor scrapes his teeth oh-so-lightly along the underside of my erection. That's all it takes to send me over the edge, cumming hard in my brother's mouth. Our voices mix together as we both cry out and all I can think is that Taylor reached his breaking point too.
My brother lets my spent cock slip from his lips before locking his gaze with mine. Then he slowly crawls up my body and kisses me gently.
"Lets never fight like that again," he says.
"Mmm," I agree as he settles on top of me. "Lets only fight like that if it leads to great sex like this." Taylor giggles.
"I think I can be okay with that," he replies. Then he nuzzles my neck. "I love you, Zachary. So much."
"I love you too, Baby," I tell him. "Always and forever."
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Date: April 8th, 2008 06:16 pm (UTC)"Oh, sweetie, that'd be a good one if the pillow didn't smell like me," BEST LINE EVER!!!!
And yeah, my friend made that icon for me for my bday :) Soo..lol.
*hugs*!
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Date: April 9th, 2008 04:57 pm (UTC)haha. I'm glad you like that line.
I really love this icon too. They should touch each other more. lol
*hugs back*
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Date: May 26th, 2008 04:43 am (UTC)