Zac

I stood in my studio working on my painting for Jordan – no, Taylor. It still made my head spin to think about everything that had changed over the last few weeks. Realizing I was gay was a big enough deal, but falling in love only to discover that the guy I had fallen for was my brother… it was enough to make a person doubt his sanity.

But somehow, it made a strange sort of sense.

I wasn’t making much progress on the painting, though. Even though Taylor had already seen it, it wasn’t finished. It wasn’t perfect. Not perfect enough for him, anyway. I still couldn’t seem to get it right, so I didn’t even mind when someone knocked on the door, although I did wonder who it could be. No one, not even Kate, interrupted me when I was in my studio.

I set my paintbrush down and walked over to the door, opening it just a sliver and peering out carefully. “Hello?”

It was only Taylor. Of course. I felt a smile spreading all the way across my face. “Oh… Tay. Hey.”

“Hey, Zac,” he said, smiling back and blushing a bit. “I hope you’re not busy…”

“No… just uh, working on a painting,” I replied, stepping aside and letting him in the room. I didn’t like for most people to see my paintings before they were finished, not even Taylor.

He seemed a little nervous, too, just biting his lip and staring at me while I closed the door behind him. Once the door was closed, he stepped in closer to me, leaning in and kissing me. There was still something strange about kissing him, but I think it would have been weird no matter who it was. It just happened to be my brother. I ran my hand across his back as I kissed him back, finally pulling away and grinning. “Now that’s a greeting.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I just thought we could hang out for a while. Nat went out, and I was bored and… I missed you.”

The last few words he mumbled so that I could barely hear them, his face turning bright red at the same time. I couldn’t help giggling. “Aww, I missed you, too. Of course we can hang out.”

“Cool,” he replied, glancing around the room. His eyes landed on The Painting. “You’ve been working on it?”

“I just wanted to get it right,” I replied with a nod. Taylor gave me a shy smile, but didn’t reply. I felt myself blushing as I asked, “Do you… do you like it?”

His smile spread all the way across his face. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me, then pulled back and said, “You know I love it… baby.”

I could hear the hesitance in his voice at the term of endearment, and he bit his lip nervously after he said it. My face was burning, and I had no doubt it was bright red. Hearing Taylor call me that should have been weird, but it wasn’t. I loved it.

Taylor leaned in to kiss me again, but stopped suddenly. He sniffed the air in between us a few times, and pulled back to look at me with a knowing smirk. I had a feeling I knew what he was smelling; I had smoked a joint not too long before I started on the painting. But I still tried to play innocent. “What is it?”

“Been… relaxing?”

“Oh,” I replied, not meeting Taylor’s eyes at first, then smirking. “Umm, maybe.”

He laughed and rubbed my back. “Remember that one chat we had? About smoking together?”

“Yeah…” I replied, not sure where Taylor was going with that in spite of his smirk.

He leaned in and kissed my neck. “Well?”

I moaned softly, leaning closer to him. “I’m sorry… were you talking?”

Taylor nipped at my neck lightly. “Maybe…”

I moaned again. “Well… if I can peel myself away from you for a second, I guess, uh, I’ll pack us a bowl?”

Somehow, the idea of sharing that secret of mine with Taylor seemed just as weird as, well, having sex with him. It made no sense at all, but that was the truth.

Taylor sighed, but made no move to let go of me. He bit down on my neck and said, “But I like it here…”

I whimpered. “I’m a fan of here, too.”

“But,” he said, finally pulling away, “on the plus side, we have all night.”

I couldn’t help grinning at that; not only was he right, but the way he blushed as he smirked at me was absolutely adorable. “Sounds good to me.”

He backed away from me slowly, his hands lingering on my body, sliding slowly down my back and across my sides, until he could find no more reason to hang on. Finally, he walked away and took a seat on the couch. I watched him for a moment, then walked over to the shelf where I stored my paints. I had one special box with a hidden compartment that was the perfect place for my stash. Tucked in beneath the tubes of oil and acrylic, I found my favorite pipe and a little baggie of weed that I thought held just enough.

I joined Taylor on the couch, laughing nervously when I saw how closely he was watching me. “I don’t usually smoke with other people,” I explained, opening the baggie and picking through it to get out the seeds and stems.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, its fine. I want to smoke with you,” I replied, giving him a genuine smile. “It’s just kind of weird.”

“Weird how?” He asked, a curious smile on his face.

“It’s just… this is usually my secret thing. But I don’t mind sharing my secrets with you.”

Taylor laughed lightly, then looked away. “Yeah, well… it’s not the weirdest thing we’ve done, that’s for damn sure…” He trailed off, finally glancing back at me and winking.

I laughed. “I suppose it isn’t. But did you really just wink at me?”

“Umm… maybe?” He replied, laughing nervously.

“That’s… kinda cute. Cheesy as hell, but cute.”

He blushed even more than usual and looked away, running a shaking hand through his hair.

“Tay… you okay?”

He gave me a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… still getting used to this, I guess.”

I nodded. “Yeah…”

“Not used to being called ‘cute,’ either,” he added.

“I don’t believe that for a second. Have you met our fans?”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s different.”

“Well, they’re not wrong.”

Taylor sighed. “If you say so.”

I temporarily abandoned the weed, which was almost ready to be packed into the bowl, and scooted closer to Taylor. Until recently, I had never realized how insecure he was, how much of a front he kept up. I wished there was some way I could make him see himself the way I saw him. “Tay, I do say so. I mean it.”

He nodded, but wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I know…”

“Look at me, Tay.” I touched his cheek softly as I said it. Taylor finally met my eyes, chewing his lip. Just looking at him took my breath away. How could he not see that? “You really have no clue, do you? How beautiful you are?”

Tears welled up in his eyes. He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. “Zac…”

“Yeah?”

He closed his eyes as a tear fell. “I’m scared.”

I reached up and wiped the tear away. “Tay… what are you scared of?”

“I’m scared because…” he began, taking a shaky breath. “Because I’ve never felt anything like this. Never. I love you so much. So much that I can’t breathe without you. And, and I’m terrified because of what could happen if we were found out. But I’m more terrified that you’re going to realize how much better you could do, with someone who could actually offer you all the things I can’t.”

I stared at him, digesting everything he said. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand his fears. I did, and I worried about the same things. But being with him felt so right that I just had to believe that it was and that everything would be okay. Still, I felt myself tearing up.

I tried to collect my thoughts and tell him how I really felt. “Tay… god, I’m scared, too. I don’t wanna lose you. But you’re wrong. Even if it was possible for me to do better, I don’t want to. I love you, Taylor.”

He choked back a few more tears, laughing as he did so. “I love you, Zac.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, figuring that said more than any words could. He held me just as tight, pulling me in for a deep, lingering kiss. I didn’t want it to end, but…

“So, umm, about that bowl…” I said, laughing nervously.

Taylor laughed, letting go of me and nodding. “Yeah… enough about all that love crap.”

I smirked. “You know I’m not good at talking about stuff like that.”

I picked up the bowl from the coffee table and began packing it full of the weed I had broken up. I wasn’t great at rolling joints, even after so many years of smoking, but I knew I could pack a bowl. I took pride in all the nice pieces I owned, too, and the one I had picked for us today was one of my favorites.

I could feel Taylor’s eyes on me, so I glanced up and raised an eyebrow at his curious expression. “What?”

“Nothing… just, never smoked that way before.”

“Oh?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Only smoked a joint a couple times.”

“So, we’ve found something I’m more experienced at?” I replied with a smirk.

Taylor returned my smirk and nudged me. “Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it.”

“Oh, I am. You’ve taught me plenty,” I replied, feeling my smirk give way to a deep blush. “My turn to return the favor now, I guess.”

Taylor laughed nervously, but didn’t reply. I finished packing the bowl and fished through my pocket for the lighter I was pretty sure I had stored in there earlier. Finding it, I glanced back up at Taylor. “So, umm, you ready?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

I held the pipe to my lips and light it, taking a long, slow hit. It was definitely some good shit; I didn’t think Taylor, even less experienced than me in these things, would be disappointed. Still holding in my hit, I passed the pipe to him and watched him curiously as he mimicked my movements. When his eyes fluttered shut, I finally allowed myself to exhale.

After a moment, he exhaled and passed the bowl back to me. “Nice…”

“Yeah?” I asked, smiling. I couldn’t have explained it, but there was something really nice about sharing this with him.

He nodded, smiling nervously. “Yeah, I think I might like this better. Doesn’t burn as much, you know?”

“Yeah,” I replied, nodding. “Depends on the pipe, though.”

The pipe was still lit, so I took another long hit, eying Taylor the entire time. He shivered, and gave a small sigh. “That’s… hot.”

“That’s hot?” I replied, imitating his sigh.

“Yeah,” he replied with a giggle, then took the pipe back from me and took another hit. He held this one in longer and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“You’re right. That is hot.”

He exhaled slowly, licking his lips. I couldn’t help moaning slightly at the sight, but I quickly grabbed the pipe and took another hit to calm myself down. Taylor leaned his head back against the couch, smiling. I knew that expression, even if I hadn’t seen it on his face before.

I exhaled. “Feeling good?”

“Yeah… good,” he replied, nodding slowly.

He took the pipe back and took another hit, then glanced at me. He motioned for me to come closer, and I wasn’t entirely sure what he had in mind. I scooted closer and asked, “What?”

Without a word, Taylor pulled me in for a long, deep kiss, passing the smoke between us. Both the kiss and the slightly diluted hit took my breath away. Finally pulling away from me, Taylor said, “That’s what.”

I felt myself shiver. “I’ve never done that before. Wow…”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I mean, I’ve only ever smoked with guys. Umm, straight guys, I mean.”

“As far as you know,” Taylor said, smirking.

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, no offense, but if you couldn’t even tell you were gay, how do you know you could tell if someone else was?” He took another hit after that, giving me time to ponder the question.

“I guess you have a point,” I replied.

He exhaled slowly, leaning his head back again and closing his eyes. It was such a simple movement, but I felt it was possibly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I pried the pipe from his grip and took another hit of my own. Frowning, I glanced down at the bowl. The ashes were barely still smoldering, about to burn themselves out. I glanced back up at Taylor. “I think it’s just about cashed.”

He looked over, as though he wanted to offer his opinion on the state of it, then shrugged. “I think I’m good for now, anyway. Kind of a lightweight, I think.”

He giggled at the end of that statement, and it made me giggle as well. I took a strange sense of pride in seeing that I was better at something than Taylor. “So I can’t drink you under the table, but I can smoke you under it… umm, that sounds wrong.”

Taylor laughed loudly, then gave me a look. “You can, ahem, smoke me under the table any time.”

I couldn’t help giggling and blushing at the way he winked again. “Okay then.”

We both settled back on the couch and sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Taylor was the first of us to break the silence, his face scrunching up a bit as though he was giving something serious thought. “Hey, Zac?”

“Yeah?”

“The other day, when we were umm… here… doing… stuff…”

The way he trailed off and stuttered was kind of adorable, but I wanted to know where he was going. “Yeah…?”

“I just… wanted to apologize, I guess. Or explain.”

“Apologize? For what?”

He took a deep breath and sat up. “The name thing.”

I watched him intently, still not sure what point he was trying to make. I didn’t want to talk about, or even think about, the name thing. “What about it?”

“When I asked you if I could call you Sam,” he said. “I just don’t want you to think it’s because I didn’t want it to be you. Because I do. I mean, it’s still you, either way. But, I just… calling you Zac just really drives it home that you’re my brother. And it just felt, well, a little weird.”

I knew all of that. I did. I just really didn’t want to talk about it. I glanced down, not meeting Taylor’s eyes. “I know… and I understand that, I guess.”

“But… when you called me Taylor…” he said, trailing off. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him shiver. “God, Zac, It was just… it makes it more real. Reminds me that yes, you are my brother. And you love me anyway. You want to be with me anyway.”

“I do, Tay,” I said, nodding and slowly meeting his eyes. “I know it’s kinda crazy, but I do. I’m glad you didn’t freak out when I said your name. I was kinda afraid you would.”

Taylor bowed his head slightly, but still stared back at me. “It was… well, it was fucking sexy as hell.”

I giggled. That’s exactly how I had felt about hearing him say my name. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replied, slowly raising his head and eying my curiously. “Why did you agree to call me Jordan, though?”

“Because it’s what you wanted,” I said with a shrug.

He gave me a sad look. “But what about what you want?”

“I want you. So, whatever you wanted to call me, that was fine with me. I guess I don’t usually worry about what I want…”

Taylor pouted and reached out to touch my cheek. “Zac… you should. You deserve it.”

“I guess…”

“No guessing,” he said, his voice serious and stern. “I want you to start telling me what you want, you hear me? That’s an order.”

I could hear a laugh threatening to break through his last few words, and I struggled to contain my own laughter as I replied, “Yes, master.”

Taylor shivered, then smirked. I could almost see the wheels in his brain turning.

“Oh, you like that? Interesting…”

He looked away nervously, which was as good as saying yes. “I’ve never really, umm…”

I knew what he was getting at, and I nodded. “Well, I haven’t done anything like that, either. I mean, aside from online, with you…”

Taylor smirked. “Well, you seemed to enjoy it online.”

“I did,” I replied, blushing.

“Which surprised the heck out of me, by the way. Even more after we realized, umm…”

“Yeah,” I replied with a nod. “Out of all the things you’ve realized about me recently, that’s the one that really surprised you?”

“Well, it’s not the only thing, but it is up there,” he said, laughing lightly. In a split second, his tone turned serious, his voice taking on a sexy sort of whisper. “So my baby brother likes to get abused…”

I couldn’t even stop the stupid, pathetic whimper that fell from my lips. “That… that should not have turned me on, right?”

Taylor chuckled. “Which part?”

“What you just said. All of it.”

“All of it, eh?”

I nodded slowly, feeling my body growing hot. Taylor leaned closer and kissed right below my ear, then whispered, “Even the part where I reminded you that you’re my baby brother?”

He licked my ear gently, and I moaned. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“Yeah, that probably shouldn’t turn you on,” he replied, his teeth grazing my ear. “But then again, it probably shouldn’t turn me on, either.”

I whimpered again. Taylor had a way of making the most pathetic sounds come out of my mouth. “As long as I’m not the only one.”

Taylor shook his head, then moved down to nibble on my neck. His hand fell to my thigh. “Kinky, but I won’t tell if you won’t…”

I shook my head, my whole body trembling. “No… it’s our secret.”

“Good,” he replied, chuckling. His free hand tangled in my hair, his lips finding their way to mine.

I moaned. “Tay…”

“Yeah?” He asked, rubbing his hand up and down my leg.

I trembled, trying to find the right words for what I wanted to say. It was kind of embarrassing, and if I hadn’t been smoking that day, I probably wouldn’t have had the nerve to ask him at all. I still felt myself blushing when I finally asked. “Can we, umm… like we did that one time, online?”

Taylor blushed, so I knew he understood what I meant, somehow. “Oh, umm… you want to?”

I nodded slowly. “If… if you want to.”

Taylor nodded too, and I could see that he was shaking.

I tugged on his scarf, thankful he had decided to wear one that day. But then, when wasn’t he wearing a scarf? “I just thought it would be a shame not to put this to use.”

He shivered hard. “Z-zac…”

“Yeah?”

“Do that… again…” He bit his lip.

I couldn’t help smirking as I tugged on his scarf again, making it tighten around his neck. He moaned, and I grinned. “You like that?”

His eyes fell closed and he nodded. “I think so…”

I gave the scarf another tug, pulling Taylor down with it so that I could kiss him. He kissed me back, and his hand on my thigh found its way to my dick, gripping it roughly. I moaned into his mouth and thrust up into his hand. Taylor bit down on my lip and once again I whimpered. “Fuck, Tay.”

He pulled back from the kiss and adjusted his scarf, pulling it even tighter. No words escaped his mouth, only a small moan, and he was still so close that I could feel it against my lips.

“Tay… I want… umm…”

He pulled back further, smirking down at me, no doubt amused by my hesitance. “What do you want, love?”

I blushed. That word gave me only the tiniest bit more courage to ask for what I wanted. My voice barely above a whisper, I manged to stutter out, “Umm.. will you… tie me up? With your scarf? Like you did before, online.”

 

Taylor

A shiver ran through me as I nodded, my eyes falling almost closed. I pulled back, locking my eyes on Zac’s as I slowly unwound my scarf, setting it on the coffee table. I looked him up and down, licking my lips nervously.

“We should probably take this off first,” I breathed, tugging at the hem of his shirt. I’d seen him topless countless times before, but for some reason it felt different now. He sad up a bit, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. My eyes roamed over his smooth, muscular chest, reminding me how much more masculine he was.

“God Zac, you’re so… beautiful.” I reached up to touch his blushing cheek, but he shook his head.

“No, I’m not-”

“No,” I cut him off, placing a finger on his lips to silence him. “None of that. I dont want to hear you say another word against yourself; that’s an order.” I raised an eyebrow, challenging him to defy me. I felt him tremble, his lips twitching.

“Yes… master.” His words made me shiver again, our eyes burning into each other’s.

“Good. Come here.” I wasn’t used to playing the dominant role, but if it was what he wanted, I was more than willing to please him. He moved closer, and my hands instantly went to his hair, my lips pressing against his. We moaned against each other’s mouths, but when I felt his fingernails on my back, I pulled away.

“Uh-uh,” I said teasingly, grabbing Zac’s hands and placing them on his own knees. I was curious just how far he was willing to take the ‘master’ thing; I didn’t want to go too far, but it was exciting me more than I’d expected.

“Stay,” I said simply; he blinked, nodding in response. I looked at his neck, the taut muscles under the baby-smooth skin; I leaned closer, flicking my tongue at the fevered flesh, planting soft kisses from his jaw to his shoulder. He whimpered, and I saw his hands clenching, nails digging into his thighs. I smirked a little, suddenly sinking my teeth in, my hands gripping his hair tightly. Zac moaned loudly, his back arching; I covered his mouth with mine, biting his lip.

“God, Tay,” he whispered.

“Did I ask you to speak?” My words shocked both of us; I wasn’t sure where this dominance was coming from, and it both scared and excited me. “Stand up, and turn around.” Zac blinked, his eyes wide, but he did as I told him. I ghosted my fingers up his back, watching the muscles flex and tighted at my touch. When my fingers reached his shoulders, I dug my nails in, dragging them down fast and hard. He moaned again, louder, and before I knew what I was doing, I brought one hand hard against his ass. We both gaspe, but his was followed by another moan. I gave him another smack, a bit harder this time.

“Quiet,” I simply commanded. I heard him whimper slightly, but he made no other noise; I pulled my hand back suddenly, chuckling as he flinched and braced for impact. I stood up, wrapping my arms around him and rubbing his chest soothingly; I could feel him relaxing a bit, but not completely. He trembled as I kissed his neck, wrapping my hands around the thick muscles of his upper arms; a shaky sigh escaped his lips, turning into a hiss as I sunk my teeth into his shoulder. Zac whimpered as I bit down harder, sliding my hands down to grip his wrists tightly, but he remained silent.

“Good boy,” I murmured, planting a gentle kiss on his shoulder. I felt him leaning into me, and pulled back. “Kneel.” Zac obeyed without a word, letting me pull his hands behind his back. I started to wind my scarf around his wrists, hearing him moan slightly as the fabric began to bind into him. I quickly gave him another spank, and he instantly silenced himself.

“If you can’t keep quiet, I might just have to gag you, too,” I said teasingly. Zac couldn’t catch himself fast enough after giggling at my threat; the growl I let loose surprised both of us; I pulled him up roughly by his hair, turning him to face me. His eyes were wide as he waited for his punishment; the power trip I was on was totally new to me, but I had to admit I liked it. I smirked as I slowly undid Zac’s jeans, sliding both them and his boxers down his legs; he stepped out of them without me having to ask, and I smiled a bit.

“On your knees.” I nudged Zac’s shoulder, and he did as I told him, kneeling in front of me, biting his lip hard. I quickly stripped out of my own jeans, my fully hard dick aching for attention. Zac licked his lips in anticipation, and I smirked.

“I think you know what to do.” I wound a hand in Zac’s hair, gripping down to the scalp; I could tell he was fighting the urge to moan, but instead he leaned forward, sucking me into his warm mouth. I sucked in a breath as he slowly worked his way down; it felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

“More,” I growled, pulling his head onto me all at once. He whimpered, but didn’t fight it as I gripped his hair with both hands, thrusting into his mouth. I felt my head hit the back of his mouth, and heard him moan quietly around me. The sound was amazing, but I had to play the part, and so after a couple more thrusts I stepped back, glaring down at him.

“You think I couldn’t hear you?” My emotions were a bit torn as Zac stared up at me, his lip quivering as he struggled to speak. My protective side warned me I was pushing the edge, but I reminded myself that Zac had started this, and I would do anything Zac wanted. I tugged his hair towards the couch.

“Bend over.” I watched as Zac leaned over the couch, his muscles tense, his whole body shivering. I waited for a sign that he wanted to stop, but he seemed to be enjoying it. I knelt beside him, brushing my fingers over the slightly red skin of his ass.

“If you want to call me Master, that makes you my slave, doesn’t it?” My tone was slightly patronizing, like talking to a child; I didn’t know where it was coming from, but Zac nodded. “What was that?” I asked, giving him a light smack.

“Y-yes Master,” he choked out finally; I rewarded him with a gentle pat.

“Good. And when your Master gives you an order, you should follow it, right?”

“Yes Master,” he responded again, a little more confidently. I shivered, the idea of him submitting to me causing my body to react in surprising ways.

“When you’re good, you’ll be rewarded,” I said softly, rubbing his back. “But if you disobey me…” The hand I brought down on Zac’s ass finished my sentence for me; he flinched, but remained silent, and I chuckled softly. “Good boy. Now, what do you want?”

“Just touch me… please.” Zac’s voice shook almost as much as his body, and I couldn’t help smiling.

“You’ll have to be more specific than that,” I teased, my voice low and husky. My own breathing was getting harder to control, as the game we were playing got more and more serious.

“Oh god… finger me…” Zac lowered his head, and I could tell he was probably blushing hard. His words made me shiver again, but I tried to appear calm as I pulled his head back, brushing my fingers against his lips.

“Suck.”

Zac complied eagerly, swirling his tongue around my digits and sucking them into his mouth. I moaned helplessly as he worked his expert mouth around me, until I couldn’t take it. I pulled my hand away, leaning down and kissing him deeply. I twisted my hand in his hair tighter, pulling back to bite down on his neck as I slid my hand back, just barely teasing his entrance. I felt his hips move, seeking my touch, and I yanked his hair roughly.

“Dont. Move.”

“Sorry Master,” he gasped; I slid one finger inside him all the way, and he cried out, flinching as he realized his mistake. I decided to let that one go, however, holding still to see what he would do. “Please, Master,” he whined after a moment.

“Please what?” I knew what he wanted, but I wanted him to beg for it. I started to pull away, stopping only when he found his voice again.

“Please… god, please move, do anything at all.” Hearing him beg so helplessly sent an electric shock through me, and I shoved a second finger in, immediately finding a rhythm. I tugged on his hair, pulling harder every time he gasped and whimpered. After one particularly loud gasp, I slowed my hand, still thrusting, but at a teasing pace.

“Master,” he whined, and I slowed down even more.

“Yes?”

“Please… I want more….” Curious, I pressed the tip of a third finger against Zac’s hole, and he shivered hard. “Please Master.”

“Since you’ve been so good,” I said softly, slowly adding the third digit.

“Thank you Master,” Zac moaned, trembling. He shook harder as I rebuilt my pace; the tightness and the heat were unlike anything I’d felt, and I was painfully hard imagining being inside him.

“What do you want, Zac?” My voice shook, and I realized too late I’d broken the rules a bit, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“You… I want your… your tongue. Please,” Zac whispered. I shivered hard; we’d done that online, but it was something I’d never experienced in real life.

“Is… is that right?” I hated how much my voice trembled; I was supposed to be in control, but at that moment I felt like I was at Zac’s mercy. Zac nodded, and I leaned up to nibble on his ear. “Aren’t you the little dirty boy?” I whispered in his ear, and he trembled, nodding again.

“Yes I am, Master.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I said quietly, swallowing hard. I slowly pulled my hand from him, kissing his shoulder, down over his back. He trembled as I kissed the small of his back, gripping his hips lightly. “You sure this is what you want?”

“Yes Master,” he replied, nodding again. He sounded far more calm than I felt, but if this was what Zac wanted, I couldn’t do anything but give in.

“As you wish,” I whispered, gently nudging his legs further apart. I looked up, seeing his fists tightly clenched, and reached up to untie the scarf. “So you’ll be a bit more comfortable.” I ran my hands over Zac’s ass, biting my lip. I wanted this, but I was nervous.

“Please Master,” Zac sighed, and I felt my hesitance give way. I leaned forward, just barely flicking my tongue against his opening; I heard him moan softly, and pressed my tongue a bit harder, earning a louder moan. I echoed the sound as I began licking him in earnest, gripping his hips a bit tighter.

“Oh god, T- Master…” Zac whined, and I chuckled softly, my breath hitting his sensitive skin, making him gasp. Curious, I gently blew on the moist skin, and he gasped louder, shivering. I washed my tongue over his hole and blew again, and watched him grip the couch tightly, moaning. I was burning up as I pressed my tongue against him again, this time letting the tip just barely slip past the muscle.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed, gripping the couch tighter; I pressed harder, moaning against him, and I felt his hips twitch.

“God Zac,” I moaned, pulling back for a moment. I went back for more, pressing more of my tongue inside him; it was unlike anything I’d ever felt, a little strange, but undeniably erotic.

“Fuck, Taylor,” Zac moaned; I pulled his hips back, pushing deeper, and moaned loudly. I started to thrust my tongue in and out, digging my nails into his hips, loving every noise I pulled from him.

“Fuck… Oh fuck, Tay… Feels so good.” Zac reached down, wrapping a hand around his straining dick, stroking himself slowly. I pulled back, panting heavily.

“Zac, I want…” I tied to slow my breathing, the need almost too much.

“What, Tay?” Zac turned to look at me; I pulled him upright, looking into his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Could you maybe… I mean, you don’t have to, but…” Embarrassment painted my cheeks red as I struggled to ask for what I wanted.

“Tay, tell me, please.” Zac’s voice was gentle, his eyes curious, but I had to look away.

“Do you think you could maybe… try that? On me?”

“Sure,” Zac said simply, and I looked at him. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, smiling. “Now was that so hard? You can tell me what you want, too, you know.” Zac’s tone was equal parts loving and teasing, and I smiled shyly, my cheeks still burning.

“Yeah, I know…”

“Aw, baby,” Zac said, smiling and touching my cheek. “Come on, bend over,” he whispered in my ear, a lusty tone joining the teasing one.

I knelt over the couch, looking over my shoulder as Zac ran his hands over my ass; I bit my lip, shaking hard as he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my hip. I was nervous, but I trusted him. His kisses continued lower, as he carefully nudged my legs apart, spreading me open for him. Finally, his breathing hitching a bit, he leaned down and placed a kiss over my most sensitive spot.

“Oh God,” I breathed, whimpering as I felt his tongue brush against my skin, gently at first, tracing little spiralling patterns over my trembling skin. Zac’s hands gripped my hips a bit harder as he applied more pressure, the tip of his tongue slipping inside, and an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Zac,” I moaned as I felt him push harder, the rest of his tongue sliding into me all at once. I cursed loudly, clawing at the couch and thrusting my hips back. Zac matched my pace, thrusting into me and moaning, sending vibrations through me. I looked over my shoulder again, our eyes locking; the sight before me was undeniably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, Zac’s eyes almost black as he fucked me with his tongue. I moaned his name again and again, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood. When I felt him twist his tongue around, my eyes rolled back and my legs shook, my hips grinding against my brother’s mouth.

“Oh god Zac please…” I begged shamelessly. I needed more, needed him.

“Please what, baby?” Zac asked, his voice curious, but soothing. I turned to look at him, the need so powerful my eyes misted, tears threatening to fall. It was almost frightening, how all-consuming the desire was.

“Fuck me. God, Zac, please, fuck me.”

 

Zac

Taylor stared at me, his eyes watering, and I felt myself shiver. It wasn’t like I didn’t expect him to ask for that at some point, but somehow it still took me by surprise. “Tay… are you sure? Right now? I mean, I don’t wanna hurt you…”

He took a breath, then replied, “Yeah, okay. You’re right. Just please, get me ready…”

“Okay, baby,” I replied, laughing. “So eager.”

Taylor laughed nervously. “Your fault.”

I blushed, still having trouble believing I could really turn him on that much. I pressed two of my fingers to his lips and said, “Shut up and suck.”

Taylor pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Taking command, are we?”

“Yeah… that felt weird to say,” I replied with a giggle.

“Not that I would mind,” Taylor added as an afterthought, running his tongue along my fingers. He nibbled on the tips and I couldn’t hold back my moan.

“God, Tay.”

“Yes… master?” He replied with a wink.

“I think I’ll let you keep that title.” I laughed. The whole master and slave thing was… kind of weird. I thought I liked it, but it so new that I really wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet. It was much easier to see myself as the slave, though.

“As you wish,” Taylor replied with a laugh. He sucked my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. I let out a shiver, which only urged him to suck harder.

“Remind me to let you suck my dick once of these days…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Let me?”

“You know what I mean,” I replied.

Taylor nodded, sucking my fingers into his mouth again. I could have sat there all night, just watching him. But if I did that, I wouldn’t get to fuck him. And I really, really wanted to. So, only a little reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and slid them between his cheeks. I pressed one of them against his entrance, waiting for his reaction before I did more.

He sucked in a breath and arched his back, and that was all the encouragement I needed. Biting my lip in concentration, I slipped one finger inside, a little at a time. Taylor whimpered and pushed his hips back against me.

“Oh god, Tay…” I breathed out. I couldn’t believe how sexy he looked like that. I pulled my finger back, then thrust it in again, all the way.

“Fuck!” Taylor cried out, throwing his head back, then turning to stare at me.

“Feels good, baby?” I didn’t really need to ask. The look in his eyes said it all, as did his whimper and nod.

“More…”

“Mmm, aren’t you needy?” I replied with a smirk. I pulled back again, adding my second finger before thrusting into him again.

“Oh, god…” Taylor moaned, pushing his hips back again, as though I weren’t already knuckle deep in him.

“Fuck… you’re so hot.”

Taylor glanced over his shoulder again and smirked in a way I supposed he thought looked seductive. And, honestly, it did. I laughed a little. “Even when you do that.”

He laughed at that, but I soon cut him off with a twist of my fingers. I didn’t know how he would react to that, but just based on my own experiments, it felt pretty good. He seemed to agree, his eyes going wide and a loud moan falling from his lips.

“You like that, Tay?” I asked, twisting my fingers again.

His eyes went wider, then rolled back completely. He nodded and whined, “More…”

“Okay, baby,” I replied, my voice shaking a little. I didn’t want to hurt him, but it seemed he could take it. Slowly, just to be careful, I added a third finger.

“Fuck!”

“You okay?” I asked, running my free hand up and down his back.

He nodded. “So good… don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I assured him, thrusting my fingers a little faster and harder.

Taylor moaned again, rolling his hips back against my hand, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“God, Tay,” I gasped out.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“You look so fucking hot like this…” I replied with a nod, then added, “and you feel so good… so tight.”

“Yeah, because you’re the only one…” Taylor said, blushing as he trailed off.

“I am?” That took me by surprise. He had seemed so much more experienced than me, but I supposed it was easy enough to fake that online.

“I haven’t… been with anyone else, in a long time.”

“Okay.” I nodded. That make more sense.

He stared back at me. “I never went as far with hi– umm, with anyone. As I’ve gone with you. You’re the only guy I’ve ever…”

Taylor seemed embarrassed by everything that he was admitting, so I cut him off with another nod and said, “Okay, baby.”

He blushed, and I swear, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I thrust my fingers harder, feeling like I could never get enough of the way Taylor looked and felt. “God, Tay… I wanna…”

He moaned. “What, baby?”

“God, I wanna fuck you…” I admitted. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know, but saying the words out loud was different.

Taylor shivered. “Please…”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I replied, pulling my fingers out and grasping his hips.

But he did. “God, Zac… fuck me!”

I grasped my dick with one hand, shaking so badly I could barely hold onto it, and pressed it against his entrance. Even that was enough to make me feel like I might pass out. “Oh, god…”

“Zac! Fuck… please…”

Something about the way Taylor begged only turned me on more. I was powerless to refuse him. With a shudder, I thrust into him, filling him almost completely. “Oh, fuck. Taylor…”

He screamed out. “Zac!”

I gasped. “Tay.. are you okay, baby?”

His eyes were watering when he looked back at me, but he nodded. I pressed my head against his shoulder, terrified to even move.

“Are you sure?”

He leaned his head back against mine. “Yes, love.”

That was all the reassurance I needed. With a soft moan, I began thrusting into him, slowly at first. He shook and whimpered beneath me. “Fuck, Tay. You feel so good.”

“You, too,” he replied. “So good, Zac.”

I kissed his shoulder, then grasped his hip and pulled him back against me. I needed more, more of him, more of everything I was feeling. I mumbled his name, finding it impossible to be any more coherent than that. He turned his head and locked eyes with me and I thought my heart might stop. “God, I love you.”

Taylor whimpered. “I love you, Zac.”

Oddly, that seemed to only increase my lust. I grasped his hips with both hands, pulling him back against me in time with my thrusts. He moaned. “Fuck, harder.”

I dug my fingernails into his hips, pulling out of him almost all the way, then slamming back into him as hard as I could.

“Yes!” He screamed. “Oh god, Zac. Yes…”

I pulled back again and thrust even harder, growling as I did so.

“God, that fucking growl.”

“This one?” I asked, leaning in close and growling in his ear.

He moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back and his whole body shaking. “Y-yes…”

“Fuck… Taylor…” Words had completely failed me. Taylor was absolutely made for this. The boy could have been a porn star if he had wanted. But I was glad he was here with me and only me.

He was shaking so hard even his teeth chattered. “Zac… m-more…”

I growled again, rolling my hips against him with all my might. I was afraid of hurting him still, but he was begging for it, so what else could I do? I reached around and grasped his dick, stroking him with the same pace as my thrusts.

“Oh god… Zac…” He threw his head back, his eyes wide.

“Fuck… Taylor, baby. So good.”

He stared back at me, a strange spark in his eyes. Swallowing hard, he asked, “Is that… all you’ve got?”

My eyes went wide as I stared at him, a smirk creeping across his face. “I… umm…”

He leaned in and bit my lip, prompting me to growl. When he flicked his tongue against my lips, I dug my nails into his hips again and pulled him back against me. He moaned, but his smirk didn’t falter.

I growled. “What are you smirking about?”

“I just thought someone with a growl like that… would be able to make it hurt a bit more.” He punctuated the statement by biting my lip again.

My eyes felt as wide as saucers. I couldn’t seem to say anything other than, “Fuck…”

Taylor leaned his head back, pushing his hips back against me. He looked beautiful that way, but an idea occurred to me. I growled and tangled my hand in his hair, whispering in his ear, “Tay… I want you… to ride me.”

Taylor nodded, not speaking a word. I didn’t really expect him to say no, though. I pulled out of him and laid down in the floor on my back, leaving the next move for him. Within seconds he had straddled me, lowering himself down onto me all at once.

“Oh god, Zac…”

“Fuck… oh fuck…” I growled, holding onto his hips. “So good…”

For a moment, Taylor only sat there, getting adjusted to the feeling, I supposed. He threw his head back. “So deep…”

I smirked. “You still want more, baby?”

Shaking, he stared down at me and licked his lips. “Y-yes, please.”

Grasping his hips firmly, I thrust up into him. There was no way it didn’t hurt, but I had no doubt that he wanted it.

Taylor arched his back, his eyes wide as he cried out, “Oh, god!”

With another growl, since I knew he liked that, I thrust up into him as hard as I could. He pawed at my chest, leaning over me a bit, eyes still wide as he moaned. Locking eyes with me, he started to meet my thrusts. I moaned, “Oh fuck, baby.”

He dug his nails into my chest and I growled again to let him know how much I liked it. His hand slipped a bit, landing on my upper chest, near my throat. I gasped, but not from fear.

Taylor’s eyes widened. “Z-zac…”

I held his hand in place, silently pleading with him. Taylor shivered.

“Zac… you want?” He asked, moving his hand up slightly, closer to my neck.

I shivered. “Yes… fuck, please, Tay.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and stared into mine. “Tell me what you want.”

I swallowed hard. I never thought I would ask anyone to do what I was about to ask him to do. But ever since he sneaked it into one of our online chats, it had nagged at my mind. I wanted to know what it was like – no, I needed to know. “Tay… choke me.”

His eyes fell closed again and he took a couple deep breaths. Finally, he opened his eyes and nodded once. Speaking slowly and clearly, he said, “I need you to tell me the instant you want me to stop.”

“I will.”

He nodded again and took a shaky breath before moving one hand up. He rested it against my throat, not applying any pressure at all. I dug my fingernails into his hips a little harder, urging him to do more. Shivering, he pressed ever so slightly on my neck, slowly beginning to rock his hips.

“Yes…” I gasped out, shivering as well.

“Zac…” he said, pressing harder on my throat.

I moaned. “God, yes, Tay.”

He moaned as well, finally beginning to ride me again, and applying more pressure against my neck. It felt like nothing else I had ever experienced, but so had everything I did with Taylor. My vision blurred a little and I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped out. “Feels so good, Tay.”

Taylor picked up his speed, riding me hard. “Oh god, baby.”

I cried out as he dug his fingernails into my neck. He begged for me to fuck him harder, and I complied, thrusting up into him as hard as I could. I heard myself panting and whimpering and didn’t even care how pathetic I sounded.

Taylor moaned and screamed my name. “Fuck, Zac… touch me…”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him hard and fast. He was screaming and absolutely pounding onto me, so hard I thought he might bruise both of us. He wrapped a second hand around my throat, squeezing hard enough that I saw a few stars, but I didn’t mind. “Fuck, Zac…. yes, fuck me, please…”

It was that one little word – please – that pushed me over the edge. I cried out, “Oh god… fuck. Tay, I’m…”

“Yes… come for me, baby… me too…”

I thrust up into Taylor as hard as I could, crying out his name as I filled him up. “Tay… Oh god, Tay…”

“Oh fuck, Zac,” he cried, locking eyes with me. “Love you.”

With those two little words, he shot his load all over my hand. I still couldn’t get over how beautiful he looked above me like that, especially in the midst of his orgasm.

“Love you so much, Tay,” I said, panting. Once he was done, I pulled my hand up to my mouth and licked it clean, moaning in surprise and pleasure at the taste.

He collapsed onto top of me, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Tay, that was…” I panted, unable to find a word to adequately complete the sentence.

He stared into my eyes and nodded. “I know, love.”

“And I was… your first?”

Taylor nodded, biting his lip.

“I just thought… nevermind.”

“What?” he asked, staring at me through misty eyes.

“I guess I thought you were a lot more experienced that that,” I admitted.

Taylor blushes. “Umm, no… I mean, I messed around a little, but not… not that.”

My eyes widened even more. Even though he had said as much, it still surprised me. “You just… gave a different impression online.”

“Well, that’s… that’s online.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I liked you all confident like that, though. Not that the constant blushing isn’t fucking adorable, too.”

Taylor chuckled. “Umm, I’m sorry?”

“You don’t have to apologize. I love you no matter what. Any way you are.”

“I know,” he replied. “I’m sorry that I’m not… I mean, I know I’m your first, so I’m guess I’m sorry that… umm…”

He blushed, and I waited for him to finish. When he didn’t, I asked, “What?”

“I wish I could have, umm… waited, I guess.”

“Because you knew someday I was gonna realize I was gay and fall in love with you?” I asked with a laugh. “I can see how you’d wanna be prepared for that.”

Taylor laughed nervously. “Umm, I guess, yeah…”

“Tay, I wouldn’t care if you’d been with a hundred men. Okay, maybe I’d care a little bit. Because… damn.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed, then cleared his throat. “Zac… umm, actually…”

“What is it?” I asked, and he sighed. “Tay…”

“There was actually only… one other.”

“Okay,” I replied, not sure what else he wanted me to say.

He kissed me and said, “But you’re all that matters now.”

“It feels like there’s more you wanna say,” I replied.

“Well, I don’t know,” he said. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

I gave him a serious look, letting him know I meant business. “But… you wanna talk about it. Don’t you? No secrets, Tay.”

He eyed me nervously for a second, then touched my cheek. “You know I love you, right? Anything that was in the past, stays in the past.”

“I know, baby,” I replied.

Taylor heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. “Alex.”

“Oh,” I said. Even though I heard the name, it took me a second to realize just who and what he meant. My eyes went wide. “Oh.”

Taylor glanced away. I thought back to the last time we had seen Alex Greenwald at some festival last fall. There did seem to be something strange going on between the two of them, but at the time, I hadn’t known what it was or even cared enough to give it much thought. Still, I had always gotten this strange vibe from Alex.

“I feel like I probably should have realized that sooner,” I admitted.

Even though his head was still turned away from me, I could see that he had closed his eyes, like he was trying to hide from me. “It wasn’t much.”

I touched his cheek. “You’re not acting like it wasn’t much.”

He took a shaky breath and opened his eyes, but still not meeting mine. “We were… are… just friends. It was just a… a thing. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Tay, you can tell me if… if it did mean something,” I said. I hated that he was obviously trying to hide his feelings from me. He blinked back a tear and I added, “I’m not gonna get all jealous. I promise.”

Finally, he turned to face me, giving me a sad smile but not speaking.

“Unless you tell me he broke your heart, because then I may be forced to rip his balls off.”

Taylor’s eyes widened and he laughed nervously, then looked away again. I knew he knew that I was serious, and he didn’t want to give me a reason to let my anger loose. He knew what I was like when I was angry. “Umm, of course not…”

“I’m kidding. Mostly,” I said, trying to sooth his worries a bit. The truth was, though, that I could already feel my angry bubbling up even at the vague notion that Alex had hurt my brother.

“We, umm,” he began. “Well, you know me and him have been friends for a while.”

“Yeah, since we were working on Underneath,” I replied, remembering well the parties Taylor used to go to in LA while we were out there, struggling to get the album recorded.

He turned to look at me. “I wasn’t in love. I need you to know that. It never got that far.”

“Okay.”

“We would hang out, mess around a bit… no strings,” Taylor said, biting his lip. “That’s what he kept reminding me of. ”

“Oh.” I could say nothing more than that. What Taylor wasn’t saying, or was trying really hard not to say, was obvious, and it only made me angrier.

“So, like I said. It meant… nothing.”

“To him,” I added.

Taylor looked away again, but nodded.

“But what about you?”

He shrugged. “I really don’t know. I never let myself think about it much, you know?”

“I guess…” I didn’t really understand that at all, or buy it. Of course Taylor had thought about it, and probably way too much for his own good.

He took a deep breath. “I cared about him, a lot. But I don’t think I gave myself the chance to let it get too far. Or, he didn’t. Either way.”

I rubbed Taylor’s back, almost as much to sooth my own anger as to make him feel better. I didn’t want him to see how upset I was; he would probably think I was mad at him, and I really wasn’t.

“But, like I said, it doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, touching my cheek, then gently kissing my lips.

“Okay, baby,” I replied, returning his kiss.

“I love you, Zac Hanson,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you, Taylor Hanson,” I echoed.

With a soft smile, he pulled me in for another kiss. I knew he was still hurt by everything that had happened with Alex, but his smile was genuine. He would be okay. We would be okay, together.

 

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