When The Levee Breaks
Taylor
I’m getting to Zac; there’s no question about that. I’m pulling out all the stops, and even I’m surprised by how effective it is. Zac lives in his own little world during concerts; no one breaks his focus. I can’t remember another time when he has actually dropped his drumsticks during a concert, and it feels damn good to know it’s because of me. I stifled a laugh when I saw him put distance between us during the bow, as though having Isaac between us could diffuse this sexual tension.
He rushed offstage so quickly I couldn’t follow him, hiding himself away in the tour bus bathroom. Okay, he’s actually taking a shower. But he’s definitely hiding, too. He’s going to draw that shower out as long as possible. He better not be jerking off in there; that would take all the fun out of this for me.
I lay back on the bus couch and plot my next move, since it’s obvious Zac won’t take the lead yet. I’ve got to provoke him again so that he’ll finally snap. I’ve never had to chase someone like this before, never fought tooth and nail to get someone in my bed. Why won’t he let me give him what he wants? He should jump at the chance to finally have me.
If we were staying on the bus, I’d have to sneak into my bunk for a little… alone time. The adrenaline rush must be getting to me – I’ve never been this fucking hard after kissing him, never been so close to taking maters in to my own hands. Right now, it’s taking every ounce of strength I have not to – although it does help that Isaac is sitting only feet away, no doubt wondering why I’m grinning like a maniac.
By the time we reach the hotel, I’m ready to explode. Zac still hasn’t left the shower, so I offer to retrieve him. I try the door, even though I know he’s locked it, then I bang on it as hard as I can. “Zac! Come on out.”
His reply is only a grunt. I start to knock again, but just as I raise my hand, I hear the lock click and the door flies open. Suddenly we’re face to face, his eyes boring into me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. It makes a shiver run up my spine. His skin is flushed from the heat of the shower, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and lick up the drop of water rolling down his neck.
“We’re at the hotel,” I say, leaning in close and breathing in his scent. He flinches a little. “Are you coming?”
The way his eyes widen, then narrow into tiny slits, lets me know he definitely caught my double meaning. But he still doesn’t say a word. I turn on my heel and walk away, making sure to swing my hips just enough that I know he’s watching my every move. I grab my things from my bunk, sticking my ass out in the air as I do, and scurry off the bus toward the hotel.
Isaac is already waiting by the elevator when I arrive, and Zac gets there only seconds after I do. He doesn’t say a single thing during the entire elevator ride. Isaac either doesn’t notice the tension at all or he’s decided to be extra chipper and talkative to drown it out. I don’t think either of us actually hears a single word he says. Zac is too busy looking at anything but me, and I’m too busy slowly inching closer to him, daring him to glance my way.
He’s first off the elevator, shoving his way past me. He rushes down the hall, all but slamming his door behind him. I grab it before it the lock has time to click into place, covering the distance between us quickly so that I’m standing directly behind him, breathing down his neck.
“What the fuck are you doing, Taylor?”
I push his hair out of the way and run my lips along his neck. “What I know you want.”
Zac
“What I want?” I hiss, slapping his hand away and turning to face him. He’s startled, but only for a moment. “You have no fucking idea what I want, Taylor. None.” He smirks at me arrogantly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my eyes; the move is surprisingly gentle, but I see no tenderness in his eyes, only an infuriating confidence. He thinks he can get away with it, like he always has before, but he has no clue what he’s doing to me. I wonder if he even cares; I doubt it. Taylor cares about number one, and that’s it. My hands shake at my sides as I struggle to control myself, but it’s a losing battle.
I take a step back, gasping for air, but Taylor keeps pace, his body staying within a breath of mine. I’ve never wanted to be further away from him, never wished so hard that he would just go away. His fingers burn a trail down my neck, and I shiver despite myself. I hate that he has so much control over me, hate that he knows he does. His touch continues over my chest, past my stomach… and then nothing. I look at him through narrowed eyes; he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, not doing anything, just… waiting. Waiting for me to break. And break, I do. It’s almost as if another side of me, long caged, has finally taken over. I back him up until he collides harshly with the wall, pinning him by his wrists with a strength I rarely display, and his smile falters ever so slightly.
“Hmm, kinky,” he purrs, his voice at once making my cock twitch and my stomach turn. “You gonna pull my hair too?”
“Shut up,” I snap, squeezing his wrists until I feel the muscles tense. For an instant, he almost looks afraid, but I don’t let it fool me. I can’t trust anything he does anymore. For years I trusted him, and all it caused me was pain. I let my eyes wander, noticing the way his hips lean forward towards mine, more proof of the only thing on his mind. With a shudder, I close the gap, pressing myself firmly against him. It’s the first time I’ve felt him like this, and I’m reminded that while he may be taller, his frame is so much smaller than mine. I smirk as I realize, for perhaps the first time, that I’m not as vulnerable as he makes me feel. I’ve got him trapped; I’ll decide when we’re done. He’s not getting away this time.
Taylor
I blink a few times, just to make sure this is really my brother in front of me, pinning me to the wall. It definitely looks like him, and it’s no secret that he has a temper. But this is different. There’s a fire and a raw, primal energy in him that I’ve never seen before. My body is betraying me, begging for more, while my mind is screaming that I’m in danger.
But Zac’s not like this, is he? He’s not the kind of guy who gets off on violence like this. He’s upset, but surely he’ll come to his senses. I quit resisting and let myself relax into his grasp. “Okay, what now? You’ve got me. Do you know what comes next? Or… do you need to me to show you?”
He doesn’t say a word. He lips curl into a terrifying sneer, full of malice like I’ve never seen from him before. There’s a confidence to it, too, but I don’t have time to analyze it all before his lips are on mine with such force that my head bangs against the wall. He digs his nails into my wrists as his tongue assaults my mouth, forcing my lips open. I have no choice but to comply, to let him lead me through this. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and runs his teeth along it, making me shudder both with fear and desire. He pulls back slightly, just enough to take my bottom lip between his teeth. He’s dangerously close to drawing blood; even if he doesn’t, I’ll still feel that bite tomorrow.
He lets go of me then, pulling back and leaving me gasping for air. My vision is blurry, every inch of my body crying out with need. Zac’s eyes flutter closed and he shakes. I start to wonder if he really planned for this at all; maybe we’re in too deep. The problem is, I don’t see a way back out.
I swallow hard and try to steady my breathing. “Okay, Zac. Let’s not get crazy, here. We were just playing around, just having fun, weren’t we? It’s not… it doesn’t have to mean anything…”
He abruptly loosens his grip on my right wrist, and for a second I let myself relax. I’ve gotten through to him; he’s going to let me go and end this. Then it happens. I feel the slap before I even see it coming, his hand connecting with the side of my face hard enough to whip my head around. The sound of it echoes through the room, and I’m too shocked to break the silence.
I’m definitely in over my head now.