Carrick
For the first time since we’d left on this tour, things were good. Better than good, really. Zac and I had reached a new level in our relationship; things still weren’t progressing as fast as I would’ve liked, but there wasn’t anything to be done about that. But we were happy, now that we’d both been honest about our feelings. It felt so good to have it out in the open, at least between the two of us.
Love life aside, the rest of the tour was going great, too. The fans seemed really happy to see me, which was a huge confidence boost. And hanging out with the guys–all of them, not just Zac–was always fun. Especially when it involved messing with Tay. Being his brother, Zac naturally loved to tease him, and it was all too easy to gang up on him and get him flustered. When he’d brought up finding me someone to hook up with, I just couldn’t resist throwing it back at him.
Not that I wasn’t plenty pent-up. Other than our jealousy-fueled tryst the other night, we really hadn’t done all that much. I had my reasons, my patch of moral ground, but it was getting smaller by the day. I found myself rationalizing, trying to convince myself that almost-divorced was practically the same thing as actually-divorced. I had to stay strong though, because I knew if I caved even the slightest bit, he would jump at the first opportunity. And I didn’t know if I would have the conviction to stop him.
“I need some air,” I said to Zac as we sat in the green room. We were both done with our soundchecks, and now it was just a matter of waiting for showtime. “Feel like stepping outside?”
“Sure.”
We headed out the back door to what was essentially a loading dock or something. There was a half-wall, and I could see the line of fans at the far end of the building, just starting to pass the corner. One of them noticed us and waved, then turned to giggle at her friends. I put an arm around Zac’s shoulders and waved back; he shot me a look and leaned against the wall with his back to the fans.
“You know they’re gonna write about this, right?” He asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, ‘cuz none of them have ever written about us before…” I stepped in front of him, my hands loosely wrapped around his waist.
“Carrick…” He blushed a bit, but the crowd was too far away to see anything, and anyway we were hidden from the chest down. I smirked and touched his cheek; he blushed deeper, his eyes darting back for a moment.
“We can stop if you want,” I told him.
“No… it’s alright.”
I glanced back, and laughed when I spotted a couple phones being held up. Zac looked over his shoulder and groaned.
“Oh god… I don’t even want to know what they’re gonna do with those pics.”
I leaned in close, whispering in Zac’s ear. “We could really give them a show…” I nipped at his earlobe, and felt him shiver in response.
“Carrick… you are evil.”
“You love it,” I said with a wink.
“Yeah… I do.”
“Love you.” I ran my fingers through his hair lightly. Sure, it was a bit of a risk, being in relatively plain view, but… maybe I was in the mood to be a little bad.
“You better hope none of them can read lips,” he said, smirking.
“Hmm…” I looked around, weighing my options. The ground we were on sloped down behind the wall; if we just moved to the side a bit…
“Do I even want to know?” He asked, one eyebrow cocked. I just grinned and grabbed his hand, dragging him down to where we were completely concealed. As soon as we were safe, I shoved him against the wall and kissed him hard. He whimpered at first, but quickly tangled his hands in my hair, kissing me back. It was good, but I needed more. I grabbed his hips, grinding against him.
“Fuck,” he gasped, rolling his body against mine.
“Better keep it down,” I whispered in his ear. I kissed a trail down his neck before biting down, making him whimper again.
“You know I can be way louder than that…”
“Oh, I know.” I rolled my hips against his, growling in his ear.
“Fuck… especially when you do that.”
I reached down to grab him through his jeans, not surprised at how hard he was.
“Sure hope no one else decides to come out here,” I said, my tone teasing. We were taking a pretty huge risk, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“Would you stop if they did?” Zac raised an eyebrow.
I thought about it for a second; I knew what my answer should’ve been, but to be totally honest, I wasn’t sure. Instead of answering, I popped the button on his jeans, sliding my hand inside to grip him through his boxers. He wasn’t stopping me, so my brain went into ‘fuck-it’ mode and I dropped to my knees, pulling his jeans and underwear down as I went.
“You’re terrible,” he said, shaking his head, but his eyes were wide and dark.
I grinned, wrapping my lips around his length. I felt him gripping my hair as I quickly found a rhythm. I was going to Hell for sure, but it was worth it. I let out a moan as I swirled my tongue around his head.
“Now who’s being loud,” he said, his voice shaking.
I stared up at him and dragged my teeth lightly against him; he hissed and cursed, his whole body trembling. There was nothing sexier to me than Zac all turned on and writhing, especially knowing I was the one to get that reaction. There was so much more to it than that, of course, my feelings for him amplifying the need that had always been lurking. It was almost impossible to separate the emotional attraction from the physical, even if one was taking priority at the moment.
Zac’s hand in my hair tugged roughly, pulling me up. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a passionate, needy kiss that I was more than willing to return. Our breathing was ragged, our bodies pressed against each other in all the right ways, but it wasn’t enough. I grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, grabbing his hips. He gasped, bracing himself against the wall and throwing his head back.
“Fuck, I need you, Zac.” I ground my hips against his ass, so close to what we both wanted. It took every ounce of strength I had not to just take him right then; I knew deep down he probably wouldn’t stop me, regardless of how wrong it was.
“Need you, too,” Zac replied breathlessly. “It’s pretty much all I think about.”
“You think about me fucking you out in the open where anyone could see? Pretty kinky, but then… I already know how twisted you are.” I rocked my hips against him harder, my nails digging into his hips.
“And you’re not just as twisted?” Zac asked. “Like you don’t think about it too? Fucking me out in the open, anywhere… everywhere.”
“Oh I’ll fuck you anywhere you want, babe. But you know what I need first.” It was a dick move, I knew that. But I was so frustrated, so pent-up, that maybe I wanted to take it out on him, just a little. “You do want that, don’t you? Being able to have this…” I gave an extra hard thrust for emphasis, “anywhere, anytime, as much as you can handle, and then some?”
“God yes, I do. I want it so bad, Care.”
He’d blatantly ignored the first part of what I said, and in the heat of the moment it made my blood boil. Once again, he was choosing to focus on his needs. I grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back, squeezing them tight as I whispered in his ear.
“So do I, Zac. I wanna be able to touch you, to have you, all the time. But you know I can’t, not yet.” I bit at his neck, realizing too late I was probably leaving a mark.
Part of me wanted to mark my territory, to brand him as mine. I’d never been the possessive type, so I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but Zac didn’t seem to mind, the way he moaned and pushed back against me. I reached one hand around to stroke him in time with my thrusts, and tried to imagine I really was buried inside him.
“Think any of those fans’ll get nosy?” I teased.
“You think they know what we’re doing?”
“Wouldn’t surprise me…” I angled my hips to thrust harder against him, drawing a long, loud moan.
“Fuck…”
“Well if they didn’t before…” I chuckled, part of me wondering if any of the girls really had decided to come within hearing range.
“Not my fault you’re so damn good.”
“Aw, how sweet…” I twisted my wrist as I stroked him faster. “That’s it, babe… moan for me; you know I love it…”
“Fuck… yes…” Zac’s whole body was shaking, and I had a feeling my hand on his hip was the only thing keeping him upright. “Not gonna last much longer,” he panted.
“Me neither.” I let go of his wrists and turned his head, kissing him. I hadn’t gotten off like this from just dry-humping since I was a teenager, but the need was just too much for me to handle. I broke the kiss and bit Zac’s neck again, exactly where I had before. I was definitely going to leave a mark. Zac cried out, leaning his head back against my shoulder.
“Carrick… god…”
“Zac…” I growled in his ear and a second later I felt a tremor run through his body as he came, my own climax following right after.
“Fuck,” he panted as I took a step back.
Giving a quick look around, I shrugged and pulled my t-shirt off, wiping my hand and passing it to him. I leaned back against the wall next to him, running a shaking hand through my hair and trying to slow my breathing.
“You… are evil,” he said, his eyes glaring but his lips curled in a grin.
“You… love it,” I shot back, mimicking his breathless tone.
“Yes. I do.” He smiled at me then, the lust in his eyes giving way to a more serious, sincere expression of love. I smiled back, hoping he understood just how much he meant to me. I took a step closer and touched his cheek, pressing my lips to his.
“So,” I said after a deep breath. “Our adoring public awaits.” I winked and nodded towards the other side of the wall.
Zac chuckled as he finished zipping his jeans. He handed me back my soiled shirt; I looked at it for a second and shrugged, balling it up and tossing it in a nearby dumpster. Explaining a lost shirt was probably easier than explaining one covered in sex-smelling stains, I figured. I was just glad I’d worn my darkest jeans.
As we walked back up towards the door, I dared a glance at the crowd. Sure enough, I saw wide eyes and phones turned in my direction.
“Oh, god,” Zac groaned, turning away. “They totally know.”
“Totally,” I laughed, putting an arm around his shoulders. He glanced at the crowd again, but wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned against me, his cheeks pink.
“Shall we?” I asked, pulling away to hold the door open.
“Sure.”
Just as he crossed the threshold, I cocked back to give his ass a slap. My arm was already in mid-swing when Tay stepped around a corner, just in time to see my hand connect firmly with Zac’s ass and Zac jump half a foot in response. I watched Tay’s eyes go wide as they darted back and forth between me, Zac, my shirtless torso and Zac’s neck.
I stepped up beside Zac, watching him from the corner of my eye. He was glued to the spot, his face quickly turning bright red. There wasn’t any point in trying to explain this away, not when I could see Taylor putting two and two together already. So I put an arm around Zac’s shoulders, feeling almost protective. He jumped a little at the touch, but didn’t pull away.
“Um… h-hey, Tay,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.
Well he wasn’t going to be any help. I chuckled, and smirked at Tay.
“Told you I could find my own.”