Here and Now
Zac woke up alone the next morning, which was nothing new for him; it had been his new norm since the split from Carly, at least. It felt different, though, and he knew that was all because of what had happened the night before. A tiny voice at the back of his head wanted to panic, especially because Taylor had seemingly abandoned him again. He couldn’t find the energy, though, or the point. The truth was finally out there and Taylor hadn’t run far, if the smell of coffee brewing was anything to judge by. Things were going to be okay, Zac decided. Things could only get better from there.
When Zac finally found the strength to roll over and pick up his cell phone, he realized his first class of the day had started over an hour ago. A wave of nausea rolled through him; skipping class was the very last thing he needed to do with his advisor already breathing down his neck. But it was too late to do anything about it. His afternoon class had been canceled, he remembered, so his day was effectively over before it had even started.
With a groan, he pulled himself out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Taylor was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in his hand and nothing on but his boxers. If Zac had even dreamed of being upset that Taylor didn’t wake him up, all of that vanished at the sight of him.
“Hey, umm,” Taylor said, glancing up at Zac. His cheeks turned bright pink. “Sorry, I know I should have woken you up for class, but I’m off work today and… well, you looked pretty adorable. I just couldn’t disturb you.”
“I guess I can forgive you for that,” Zac mumbled. He felt awkward and unprepared for this, even though he knew he was done running. That didn’t mean he knew how to deal with his brother calling him things like adorable. He was so flustered that he didn’t even notice Taylor had stood up until suddenly he was right there in front of him, pushing back a stray lock of Zac’s hair.
“You’re not going to pretend like that didn’t happen, are you?” Taylor asked. “I’m sorry, I just… I need to know that you’re okay with what we did.”
“I am,” Zac replied. The genuine fear that he saw in Taylor’s eyes gave him pause. This went deeper than just Zac’s tendency to run, he realized. He wondered if Taylor was always like this, always so afraid of overstepping someone’s boundaries. He didn’t dare ask, because he knew where the blame for Taylor’s insecurities laid, and their parents were the last thing Zac wanted to think about right then. Zac shook his head, then forced himself to look Taylor in the eyes. “Yeah, I was scared. I’m still scared, Tay. And that’s not going to change, at least not right away. But if you ever do anything to make me uncomfortable, I promise I’ll let you know. I won’t just tuck tail and run again.”
“Good,” Taylor replied, letting out a nervous little laugh. “It’s just, you know, everything else aside… I know you haven’t been with a man before. You’re practically a virgin, and I just don’t want to cross any lines or move too fast or—”
“What if I want you to move faster?” Zac blurted out. He knew exactly what his words implied, but he hadn’t realized he was going to say them until he already had.
Taylor stared blankly at Zac for a moment, and Zac could practically see the gears turning in his head, various emotions passing over his face before he seemed to settle on acceptance that Zac really did know his own mind. To further prove that he did, Zac pulled Taylor to him and crushed their lips together. He wasted no time parting Taylor’s lips with his tongue, and although Taylor let out a surprised whimper, he responded in kind, their tongues moving together in perfect sync.
“Zac,” Taylor said breathlessly, pressing a hand to Zac’s chest as he pulled away. “Are we—really? Now?”
“Now,” Zac replied. He grasped Taylor’s hips and pressed their bodies together; only the thin cotton of their boxers separated their erections, and Zac was acutely aware that Taylor was just as hard as he was.
That motion seemed to break down Taylor’s floodgates. He pressed his lips to Zac’s, buried his hands in his hair, and began to walk him backward toward the hallway. In their haste, they stumbled and fell into the living room floor, but neither seemed to mind. Zac knew he didn’t; he tightened his grip on Taylor’s hips to let him know that he was perfectly content to stay right there in the floor, pinned beneath Taylor.
“Well, I suppose this will work,” Taylor said, chuckling softly against Zac’s neck. It made Zac shiver. Taylor trailed a finger down Zac’s side, then ran it under the waistband of his boxers.
Zac nodded. This would definitely work. He ran his own hands under the waistband of Taylor’s boxers, shamelessly cupping Taylor’s ass cheeks in his hands before shoving the boxers down. Taylor took the hint and pulled back a bit to remove them, and Zac took the opportunity to wiggle out of his own boxers as well. Zac cried out when he felt Taylor’s naked flesh against his. His face turned bright red; hadn’t it only been the previous night when he had last felt Taylor so close to him? Yet he didn’t think he would ever get enough of being with Taylor.
Taylor rolled his hips against Zac’s, and Zac cried out again. He wasn’t sure he was going to survive this, but there was no way in hell he could ask Taylor to stop. Instead, he just dug his fingernails into Taylor’s hips and watched curiously as Taylor trailed a finger up and down his chest, then traced a line along his jaw. Finally, Taylor brought the finger to rest against Zac’s lips, and it only took Zac a moment to get the hint. He parted his lips and circled his tongue around Taylor’s finger, sucking it like he imagined he would suck Taylor’s dick. Taylor let out a soft moan that made Zac think he was imagining the very same thing.
He pulled his finger from Zac’s mouth with a soft pop. Zac watched with wide eyes as Taylor’s hand went behind his legs, and he didn’t need to see to know what Taylor was doing. The way his eyelashes fluttered and his mouth hung open said it all, and Zac could only hope he would someday learn how to make Taylor feel that good.
“Are you ready?” Taylor asked, and the absurdity of the question, given what Taylor was doing to himself, almost made Zac laugh again.
“Yeah,” Zac managed to breathe out.
Taylor wrapped his fingers around the base of Zac’s dick, holding him firmly rather than stroking. He was already as hard as he could possibly get, Zac was pretty sure, and he soon realized Taylor was holding him in position. Taylor shifted his own position a bit, his other hand planted firmly on Zac’s chest, before Zac finally felt him. He was hot and tight, pressed right up against Zac’s dick, and Zac had no clue how this was really going to work. Surely he was still too tight, surely this was going to hurt and the last thing Zac wanted to do was hurt Taylor. He opened his mouth to tell Taylor to stop, but no words came out.
“Oh, god, Zac,” Taylor said, the words coming out in a strangled moan as he began to lower himself down.
He had lowered himself only an inch or so onto Zac’s dick, and already Zac was seeing stars. He gasped out when Taylor lifted himself up, but only seconds later, he sunk back down again. Each time, he went a little bit lower, taking an inch or so more with every roll of his hips until his ass was pressed fully against Zac’s thighs, every single centimeter of Zac’s dick enveloped in his warmth.
This was it, Zac thought to himself. This was how he was going to die, dick buried in his brother’s ass, and he didn’t even mind at all. He couldn’t think of a single better way to go.
He tightened his grip on Taylor’s hips and began to roll his own upward, doing his best to match Taylor’s
rhythm. Their bodies easily moved in sync together, further proving to Zac that what they were doing wasn’t wrong at all. This was where the two of them were meant to be. Every movement was perfect, every little gasp and moan from Taylor bringing Zac closer and closer to the edge.
“Tay, I—I’m,” Zac gasped out, unable to form any more coherent words than that.
“I know,” Taylor replied, grasping one of Zac’s hands and wrapping it around his own throbbing cock. “Me too.”
Zac took the hint, and began to stroke Taylor, although his hand was shaking so much that he couldn’t imagine it felt very good at all. Still, Taylor moaned loudly, his body falling forward until his hair was brushing against Zac’s forehead. His arms were shaking, hands pressed into the carpet on either side of Zac’s head. He gave one last loud moan and Zac felt a warm stream of come land on his own stomach.
That was all it took. Zac dug his fingernails into Taylor’s hips and held him in place, letting out a low moan that surprised even him. His vision blurred, three or four images of Taylor swirling around in front of him, and then it was all red.
When he came back into himself, Taylor had pulled himself free and was sprawled across the carpet next to him. Both of their bodies were a sticky mess, but Zac didn’t care if Taylor didn’t. Judging by the smile on Taylor’s face, he didn’t.
“Wow,” Zac finally managed to breathe out. “That was… it…”
Taylor laughed softly. “Yeah, it was. I hope… it was okay for you.”
“Okay doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Zac absent-mindedly ran a hand down his stomach, landing in a puddle of come. He lifted his hand and made a face. When Taylor laughed, Zac stretched his hand out and smeared the sticky stuff on Taylor’s cheek.
“Thanks,” Taylor replied plainly, sticking his tongue out to lick up a drop or two, seemingly unfazed. After a moment, though, his expression turned more serious. “But, you know, this is part of why condoms are a good idea.”
“And what’s the other part?” Zac asked, his mind still too much of a blur to realize Taylor’s implication.
“Well, I know I’m clean,” Taylor replied. “And I’m not setting a good example here, because I should have asked if you were.”
“I’ve only ever…” Zac trailed off, his face heating up. “I mean, there was just Carly, and Hannah in high school. I don’t know if you remember her; we were still just friends when…. Well, that’s all. Just the two of them.”
“I didn’t know that,” Taylor said softly, running a hand across Zac’s cheek. “There’s still so much we don’t know about each other, isn’t there?”
“I guess so,” Zac replied. He didn’t want to think about how many men Taylor had slept with. He didn’t want to know at all. Clearly Taylor was far more experienced than he was, and that was all that Zac needed to know.
“But that’s okay,” Taylor said, brushing back a piece of Zac’s hair. “We’ve got time. Starting with the rest of today. I don’t know about you, but I’m perfectly content to just lay here and talk all afternoon.”
“That sounds good to me,” Zac replied. He reached out a finger and swiped up a drop of come from Taylor’s rosy cheek, then ran his finger along his bottom lip. “But maybe we should clean up this mess first.”
“Shower?” Taylor suggested, his eyes sparkling as his tongue darted out to lick Zac’s finger.
“Why do I have a feeling we’ll only get dirtier in the shower?”
Taylor just laughed and stood up, ignoring the question altogether. As Zac watched him walk away, his ass swaying more than a little suggestively, he decided that Taylor was definitely going to be the death of him. And he didn’t mind at all.