Taylor
My eyes snapped open; surely I had heard him wrong. My brother, little Zaccy, couldn’t possibly have just admitted to wanting a threesome with myself and Carrick. But the grin on his face suggested otherwise, as did the impish gleam in his eyes. Slowly, I felt myself smirk as thoughts and images clouded my vision.
“You… you do?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t laugh and tell me he’d only been kidding.
“Oh yeah,” came Zac’s husky reply as he nodded slowly.
“Is that so…” I bit my lip as I let myself imagine the three of us together, feeling my cheeks burn.
“Don’t tell me it’s not making you hard just thinking about it,” Zac half-teased; I nodded weakly, but he felt the need to check for himself, sliding his hand up my thigh and grasping my building erection firmly. “That’s what I thought.”
“F-fuck… Zac…” I moaned shamelessly, aching for him to really touch me.
“Yeah?” Zac stared me down, obviously wanting it as badly as I did. But I beat him to the punch, gripping his hair tightly and crushing our lips together. I heard the proverbial fireworks as we kissed each other fiercly, both fumbling to touch and grip and stroke each other as much as possible.
“Taylor, fuck…” Zac broke the kiss first, his low growl vibrating the air between us. I reply with a whimper far more pathetic sounding than I liked, but he didn’t complain.
“Zac… please…”
“Tell me what you want.”
My head was reeling; I could barely keep my thoughts straight enough to form words at all, let alone full sentences. But Zac waited patiently, his hands soothing and familiar.
“Anything… Just… need you.”
“More specific, Tay,” Zac said softly, shaking his head. His tone was sincere, but there was the ever-present smirk, hiding in the corner of his tempting lips. I whimpered again, trying to silently beg for anything he was willing to give. But to back up his words, his hands finally came to rest, hovering a breath above my skin. I tried to roll my hips against his hand, whining out my plea, and he didn’t back away.
“Is that what you want? Just want me to touch you?”
My eyes fell closed as I nodded weakly; a moment later I heard my zipper being pulled down and felt my jeans being removed. The next thing I felt was Zac’s hand, warm and strong, being wrapped around my aching dick. My back arched and I let out a gasp, reaching out to grasp a handfull of Zac’s hair. He let out the obligatory purr, drawing my eyes to his.
“Good?” he asked, as if my body language wasn’t assurance enough.
“Yes,” I managed to breathe out, smiling; Zac echoed the smile, quickening his movements. My back arched further, every nerve on fire. I’d forgotten how good he could make it feel.
“God, you’re so hot,” he sighed, making me blush even deeper. “If this music thing doesn’t work out, you should think about doing porn…” We both laughed at his comment; I didn’t tell him that between the two of us, I considered him the better candidate for that job by far.
“Zac, please… could you…” I bit my lip, closing my eyes; as sexual of a being as I was, I hated how shy I got about asking for things out right.
“What? Tell me?”
“Pleasesuckme,” I mumbled, barely meeting his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
I sighed heavily; I was certain he’d heard me just fine, and the way the corners of his mouth were twitching, I knew he was teasing me, but I was too far gone to care.
“Please. Suck. Me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” came my brother’s snarky reply; he grinned smugly as he slid to his knees, taking me in his mouth all at once. Both of my hands went to his hair as my hips bucked involuntarily; I was expecting to have to back off, but Zac merely grinned, purring. I eyed him cautiously as I gave a hesitant thrust; Zac did nothing to stop me, instead moaning and reaching down to strip his own jeans off. His hand stroking his own cock, he stared up at me intently, waiting for more.
“Holy shit,” I muttered as I began to thrust harder, gripping Zac’s hair more tightly. He responded with a low growl that sent a wave of vibrations through me, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Enjoying yourself?”
I nodded eagerly, my eyes widening as he moved his hand from around my shaft to gently cup my balls, his pink tongue darting out to give them a tentative lick. I shivered as I watched him; it wasn’t something I was accustomed to, but both the feeling and the idea turned me on more than I’d expected.
“Oh fuck, Zac… D-don’t stop…”
He didn’t stop exactly, but he did pause to tease the tip of my dick with his tongue, swirling it in lazy circles, dipping lower every now and then. The torture was almost too much, but in the most heavenly way. And when he finally took all of me down his throat again, it was so unexpected that I pulled roughly at his hair, drawing another growl from him.
I stared down at Zac as I began to thrust my hips again; he stared back, silently daring me to go harder. As if having Zac suck my dick wasn’t hot enough to begin with, having him sit there and let me fuck his mouth was a nearly mind-blowing experience. As I watched him suck greedily, an idea struck me; I let one hand leave his hair, tracing my fingers lightly down the side of his neck. His eyes widened, but he gave a slight whimper that betrayed how he really felt.
“So you still like that, huh?” The fact that I found my voice was surprising to both of us, but Zac just nodded, his mouth still otherwise occupied. I let my fingers wrap around his neck a hair tighter, noting the almost imperceptible shiver.
“Did he ever do this to you?”
Zac blinked, seemingly surprised by the question, but shook his head. I let my grip tighten, pulling Zac onto me roughly; I wasn’t ready for it to be over, but my body had other plans.
“So just me, huh?”
Zac nodded, whimpering again. I could feel the familiar tightness, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I gripped Zac’s neck tighter, thrusting as hard as I could; more than the sexual release, I could feel wave after wave of emotion threatening to crash over me. It had been so long without him, but that was all over now.
“Fuck… So close…” I let go of Zac’s neck, tangling my fingers loosely in his hair. “Come on, Zac. Suck me off.” I met Zac’s eyes and saw him smirk darkly, another growl rumbling between us. The shift in control was subtle, but I knew we both felt it. The fire inside was reaching its peak; I gasped and shook as my body neared the edge.
“Oh god… You want it?” I could barely keep my eyes open enough to see Zac nod, his lips wrapping ever tighter around me; a moment later my vision exploded in color and light as I screamed his name, my body practically levitating with the force of my climax. Zac’s eyes were trained on me as he swallowed every drop like a starving man, his tongue lapping almost painfully at my sensitive skin.
When the drumming in my ears subsided and the haze lifted from my watering eyes, I pulled Zac up to me. He crawled up happily, licking his lips and looking completely content.
“That was… amazing,” I sighed between breaths. Despite his previous boldness, a reddish hue still crept its way across Zac’s lips, the look of innocence a complete one-eighty from the altogether indecent composure moments before.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
“I love you too, baby.”
“Been a while since anyone called me that,” I sighed; my voice cracked as a couple of tears rolling unhurriedly down my cheek.
“I’m sorry baby.” Zac pouted sadly, but smiled when I touched his cheek.
“Don’t be. So,” I sighed. “Does this mean I get to call you my… boyfriend again?” I could feel my cheeks heating up again; I hated how easily I blushed, but the fact that Zac liked it made it bearable.
“You damn well better,” Zac laughed. I joined him gladly, despite the stray tears that still escaped. “I love you, you big baby.”
“I missed you so much, Zac.”
“Oh god, I missed you too.” The urgency in Zac’s voice, the need, made me feel so loved, so wanted, and it warmed my heart. I took Zac’s hand in mine, loving how perfectly they fit together, and brought it to my heart.
“Yours,” I whispered, staring intently into the brown eyes I’d missed so much.
“Yours,” he echoed, bringing my hand to his chest. Whatever we’d been through didn’t matter; what mattered was that we had each other again.
Zac
Taylor smiled at me, his eyes watering, and nodded. I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“You’re too cute, you know that?”
“I’ve heard it before, I think…” I replied, making Taylor smirk. “But the guy who told me? He’s gorgeous.”
Tay blushed and laced his fingers with mine, holding both of our hands over his heart. I sighed contentedly, happy to finally be back to this point with him. Taylor brushed his thumb over the back of my hand and blushed softly.
“I seem to remember getting myself in trouble the last time I did this…” He smirked.
I shook my head. “Not this time. Don’t worry.”
He stared into my eyes, and I could see a little lingering fear and doubt in his. I wasn’t sure how to make him believe me. I could say all the right words now, stare back at him as reassuringly as possible, but ultimately, none of that really mattered. I just had to show him that I meant it.
He bit his lip as he stared at me. “I don’t want us to make any promises we can’t keep…”
“Taylor,” I said, willing my voice to sound as genuine as the words I was about to say. “Any promises I make to you, I’m gonna keep. I mean it.”
His eyes watered, but I was pretty sure that was a good sign. They had to be happy tears; I was certain I hadn’t said anything he didn’t want to hear.
“I would do anything you ask of me, except try to live without you again.”
Taylor bit his lip hard and nodded as a tear fell down his cheek. Once again, I leaned in and kissed the tear away. Taylor gave me a little bit of a smirk. “Anything, hmm?”
“Well…” I said nervously. After all, that was opening myself up to a lot. But I think he knew what I meant.
“Don’t worry,” he replied, smiling. “This time, we won’t rush into anything.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said with a shrug. Taylor raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s just…” He trailed off, looking a little shy. “Rushing things hasn’t worked out too well for you so far…”
I shrugged. He had a point, but it seemed pretty irrelevent. “Well, I didn’t say we had to rush.”
Tay nodded. “That’s good.”
“But we don’t have to go slow, either. Just… whatever you want.” I finished the statement with a smile.
Taylor smiled at me, and I knew I had said the right thing.
“I’ve got you, so I’m happy. That’s all that matters.”
“I love you so much, Zac,” Taylor said, his smile tinged with just a hint of sadness.
I touched his cheek. “Love you, too.”
“So…” He began, smirking and blushing.
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Taylor only laughed nervously. I didn’t like the nervousness. That worried me.
“What?”
“Just… thinking.”
“About…?”
He gave me a sheepish grin. “About what you said… that Carrick… said.” He blushed and glanced away, and of course I knew what he was referring to.
“You mean the…” I began, leaning in close to his ear and whispering, “threesome?”
Tay shivered and nodded. Biting down on his lip, he said, “Yeah… that.”
I pulled back and stared at me. “You… you really like the idea, don’t you?”
He shrugged, but I could see the nervousness on his face. “I’m not saying we should… I mean, it’d probably be kinda awkward.”
“My brother and my ex? Yeah, that’s pretty awkward,” I replied, giggling. “But… pretty hot.”
Taylor looked at me and smirked. “Brother slash lover.”
“Brother slash boyfriend,” I corrected, giving him a smile.
He smiled, but he was still biting his lip like he was considering something.
I poked him in the side. “What? What’re you thinking?”
“How happy I am to have you call me that again,” he replied, running a hand through my hair.
“Probably as happy as I am about it.” I smiled.
Suddenly, he sighed and looked away.
“Tay…” I said, poking him in the side again.
“Just… this isn’t going to be easy. You know that, right?”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “But… so?”
“Well, I just think… maybe we should talk about this. Like, how we’re going to make it work.”
“Okay…” I replied, not entirely sure I followed his train of thought. Of course it wouldn’t be easy. But what was there to discuss?
“It’s not going to be like it was with… with C-Carrick. You know, we won’t be able to go out on dates, we can’t be public at all…”
“We could go out,” I said. “It’ll just look like two brothers having dinner. I mean, we might have to skip the candles and shit… but we can make it work.”
Taylor gave me a smile, but heaved another sigh. I knew he wasn’t totally convinced, but I also knew that was something that would come with time, when he actually saw it working.
I gave him a smile. “We can. We can make it work.”
“Yeah…” He returned my smile. “You’re right.”
“There you go. Positive attitude.”
Taylor smirked, then tilted his head to the side.
“What?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Nothing.”
“Tell me.” I poked him in the side. It was proving a surprisingly effective method of making him talk.
“Just… this whole new you. It’s like…”
“Zac 2.0?” I offered, grinning.
Taylor laughed lightly. “It feels like… like this is the real you. Now that you’re actually free to be the real you.”
“I guess this is the real me,” I replied. I hadn’t really thought about it much, but I knew I had changed in the past few months. Being with Taylor again, seeing the subtle differences in how we interacted now, I understood what he meant. “It doesn’t really feel different. I mean, I still feel like me. I feel more me than before. And just… free.”
That really was the best way to describe it. Free. I knew there would still be some hardships, but I was more confident than ever that I could handle whatever life held for me. And that was definitely a change. I was glad that Taylor could see it, too, and that he was a fan of the new me. He didn’t say anything, though; he just grinned, then leaned over and kissed my nose. I couldn’t help giggling.
“I love it when you do that.”
“Good,” he said, then smiled and planted another kiss to the very tip of my nose. “I like making you laugh.”
I giggled again, partially from just how silly Taylor was and partially just because I was so happy to be with him again. “You’re adorable.”
“So are you,” he replied with a smirk, then darted his tongue out and licked the tip of my nose.
I tried to make a disgusted face, but I couldn’t. All too soon, I giggled again. Taylor kissed my cheek, then, and ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t hold back a little purr. It was Tay’s turn to giggle then. He scratched gently behind my ear, and even though I knew he was teasing me, I purred louder. He leaned down then and gave me a gentle kiss.
I knew Taylor was right. Things weren’t going to be perfect. But in that moment, things definitely felt perfect. I wasn’t mad at Taylor for breaking things off before, and I wasn’t mad at Carrick for how that short-lived relationship had played out. Both of those things had happened for a reason, it seemed. Not necessarily to bring me back to Taylor, but to bring me back to… me. A new, better me, who was strong enough to handle being with Taylor.