Waking in bed the next morning, I opened my eyes as I felt the sun coming through the window and hitting me square in the face...such a lovely fucking sunshine day.
Opening my eyes I sat up in bed and made a confused face when I saw that Austin was gone. Frowning slightly I got out of the bed and walked over to the tiny table that is in the room. Upon inspection I found a letter that Austin had apparently left me. He was out getting breakfast.
"How thoughtful of him," I smirked as I held the letter in my hand. He was always doing little things like that. Now that I knew why, it kind of made me feel guilty that I couldn't return his feelings for me. I would always be hung up on Zac.
Laying the letter down on the table, I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I still needed a good way to get back at Zac. How did I hurt the one guy who I was in love with? That was harder than it seemed.
"Damn him," I muttered as I laid back on the bed. Every time I even tried to think of a revenge plot on Zac, all I could see in my mind was his big wide eyed grin and those damn brown eyes giving me his best puppy dog look. I was a sucker and I needed a way to stop being one.
Hearing a knock on the door I raised an eyebrow. I knew it couldn't have been Austin. He would just let himself in.
Standing up from the bed again I made my way to the door. As I reached for the door knob and opened it, I was wishing that I had checked through the peephole, because standing in front of me, was none other than Zac himself.
"Fantastic," I replied sarcastically as he raised his head too look at me after I opened the door. Yes, this day was still such a lovely fucking sunshine day.
"Carrot cake," He said a smirk playing on his lips, which made me have to fight the urge to smile back at him.
Crossing my arms I stood in the doorway, blocking his entrance into the room, "Zac," I said trying to keep my face from showing any emotion what so ever. "How did you know where to find me?"
Zac shrugged and I watched as he tilted his head slightly to the left. He only did that when he was admiring something.
"Isaac told me. I begged it out of him this morning."
I nodded and mentally I wanted to kick Isaac, "And you knew to ask Isaac, how?" I asked keeping my arms crossed. Just being in front of him still was hard for me.
"Because Austin has a huge crush on him," Zac replied as if that was enough.
I couldn't help but chuckle some after I heard him. Oh, if only Zac knew that Austin also seemed to have a thing for me as well.
"Can I come in Carrot cake?"
I exhaled loudly at that question but moved from the doorway. So much for not letting him inside the room. I may be really bad at saying no to him, or well, anyone who means a lot to me. It's a weakness I have and sometimes I really hate it, like right now.
Shutting the door once he is inside I turned and rolled my eyes, seeing that he is already sitting on the bed. Why does he always make himself at home where ever he goes? Why does he make himself at home in my life?
"Why are you here?" I asked as I walked over and sat down beside him on the bed. The question wasn't meant to sound so harsh but it did and I saw Zac tense up some after the words had escaped my mouth.
Zac looked away from me and I raised my eyebrow, waiting on an answer from him.
"I just missed you," he finally spoke and I felt my heartbeat flutter some at his words. I was supposed to be pissed at him, not feeling like swooning over the fact that he missed me. He was supposed to miss me.
Laughing bitterly to mask the fact that I was happy inside, I shrugged, "Isn't that why you have Taylor now?" I asked before chewing on my lip.
"Taylor's no you," Zac sighed as he looked at me and I felt myself moving away from him some. "Anyway I only need Taylor because you ended things."
Rolling my eyes, I almost feel as if we are having a repeat of our last conversation. He knows why I ended things.
"You know why I ended things," I spat out as I locked eyes with him. I can see a bit of hurt in his eyes when I talk to him like I just did.
Zac nodded and kept looking at me, even with being hurt by me, he can still look at me. He is much stronger than I give him credit for sometimes. He is much stronger than he gives his own self credit for sometimes.
"I know," Zac whispered so low that I wasn't even sure I had heard him right. "You were sick of me using you whenever things got bad with Kate," he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, which I have just noticed that he has cut some. "I don't know why you can't understand that I'm just not ready to leave my wife or come out to everyone as gay."
At his last words I rolled my eyes not even caring that he doesn't like it when people do that. It's not that I don't understand that. I do understand it. I understand it and I know that until he is ready to do that, I don't want to be his little puppet. Not when I love him like I do.
"Z," I said as I found myself just using the first initial of his name. "I do understand that. I understand that more than you probably want to believe. I...I just can't waste time though being your sideline guy until that day comes, which in all honesty, it may never come. It's not healthy for me to do that."
If I was expecting a response from him I don't get one. Instead I just get him looking away from me and staring at the door so intently that I almost expected it to fall down or start closing in on us both.
After awhile of uncomfortable silence I feel Zac moving closer to me on the bed, his hand going to rest on my thigh. I know this routine almost like the back of my hand. Which speaking of hands, his is now going farther up my thigh.
"Z," I hissed out but didn't move his hand.
Zac just smirked as he turned to look at me again and I shiver as I feel his lips on my neck. Why am I letting this continue? Instead of fighting him off I just sat on the bed and turn my head until our lips met in a kiss.
It's been so long it seems since I kissed him and I find myself not even caring that Austin could come back at any moment, as I push Zac back on the bed and fall down on over him. This really ruins any plans that I ever had for revenge.
Moaning as I felt his hands go up and under my shirt, I pulled away long enough to discard it on the floor and then I went back to kissing him, "What do you want me from?" I breathed out onto his lips as I pushed my hips down into his own. I can tell from that simple motion that he is turned on.
It may give me a sick thrill that I can still turn him on even if he is also getting satisfied by his brother now a days too.
"I think the question here is, what don't I want from you?" Zac asked as he pulled away from the kiss and gave me a wink as he lifted his shirt off and let it join mine on the floor.
Growling slightly at his words I leaned down and kissed him again once his shirt was off. I was going to take advantage of the time we had alone right now, even if I regretted it later.
Biting my lip as I feel him push his hips into mine again, I moan and close my eyes, feeling my lips moving off his and down to his neck and then his chest. It's like I'm a pirate looking for some sort of buried treasure on him and I can tell from the way he keeps moaning out expletives every now and then that he likes it.
"Have a problem?" I asked as I reached the waist band of his jeans and I move away just long enough to undo them and push them off, a laugh coming out as I see that he has apparently picked up Taylor's love of freeballing.
"Oh, I think I do have a problem," he purrs and I am surprised when I feel him take a hold of my head and navigate it to the destination I had planned on going to anyway. "But I think you can take care of it for me."
I just shook my head and slowly opened my mouth, taking him in it, which makes him moan and writhe in ways that I had almost forgot he could.
"Shit," Zac muttered and I feel him pull on my hair, or what little of it he can grasp.
His pulling on my hair sent a shiver down my spine and I start to move my mouth on him slow at first but when he pulls my hair again, I find myself going faster and somehow I surprise myself with the ability of taking all of him in my mouth. It's a move that I swear makes every cuss word imaginable come out of Zac's mouth.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't get harder when he let that string of cuss words out and I pick up my movements with my mouth. I want to finish him off so that he can return this little favor.
Closing my eyes I take all of him in my mouth again and when I hear him this time it's the moans he makes when he comes. Keeping my eyes closed I swallow him. He is the only guy I have ever swallowed and the only one that I ever want to swallow.
Moving away I laid down beside him and watched as he caught his breath. "You know," I smirk when I am certain that he has caught his breath. "I think it's your turn to return the favor now."
"Gladly," he smirks and when I feel his lips on my neck, I close my eyes and enjoy this. I've been without it some form of him for too long to let myself feel guilty for being too weak to stop things from progressing this far.
Opening my eyes I sat up in bed and made a confused face when I saw that Austin was gone. Frowning slightly I got out of the bed and walked over to the tiny table that is in the room. Upon inspection I found a letter that Austin had apparently left me. He was out getting breakfast.
"How thoughtful of him," I smirked as I held the letter in my hand. He was always doing little things like that. Now that I knew why, it kind of made me feel guilty that I couldn't return his feelings for me. I would always be hung up on Zac.
Laying the letter down on the table, I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I still needed a good way to get back at Zac. How did I hurt the one guy who I was in love with? That was harder than it seemed.
"Damn him," I muttered as I laid back on the bed. Every time I even tried to think of a revenge plot on Zac, all I could see in my mind was his big wide eyed grin and those damn brown eyes giving me his best puppy dog look. I was a sucker and I needed a way to stop being one.
Hearing a knock on the door I raised an eyebrow. I knew it couldn't have been Austin. He would just let himself in.
Standing up from the bed again I made my way to the door. As I reached for the door knob and opened it, I was wishing that I had checked through the peephole, because standing in front of me, was none other than Zac himself.
"Fantastic," I replied sarcastically as he raised his head too look at me after I opened the door. Yes, this day was still such a lovely fucking sunshine day.
"Carrot cake," He said a smirk playing on his lips, which made me have to fight the urge to smile back at him.
Crossing my arms I stood in the doorway, blocking his entrance into the room, "Zac," I said trying to keep my face from showing any emotion what so ever. "How did you know where to find me?"
Zac shrugged and I watched as he tilted his head slightly to the left. He only did that when he was admiring something.
"Isaac told me. I begged it out of him this morning."
I nodded and mentally I wanted to kick Isaac, "And you knew to ask Isaac, how?" I asked keeping my arms crossed. Just being in front of him still was hard for me.
"Because Austin has a huge crush on him," Zac replied as if that was enough.
I couldn't help but chuckle some after I heard him. Oh, if only Zac knew that Austin also seemed to have a thing for me as well.
"Can I come in Carrot cake?"
I exhaled loudly at that question but moved from the doorway. So much for not letting him inside the room. I may be really bad at saying no to him, or well, anyone who means a lot to me. It's a weakness I have and sometimes I really hate it, like right now.
Shutting the door once he is inside I turned and rolled my eyes, seeing that he is already sitting on the bed. Why does he always make himself at home where ever he goes? Why does he make himself at home in my life?
"Why are you here?" I asked as I walked over and sat down beside him on the bed. The question wasn't meant to sound so harsh but it did and I saw Zac tense up some after the words had escaped my mouth.
Zac looked away from me and I raised my eyebrow, waiting on an answer from him.
"I just missed you," he finally spoke and I felt my heartbeat flutter some at his words. I was supposed to be pissed at him, not feeling like swooning over the fact that he missed me. He was supposed to miss me.
Laughing bitterly to mask the fact that I was happy inside, I shrugged, "Isn't that why you have Taylor now?" I asked before chewing on my lip.
"Taylor's no you," Zac sighed as he looked at me and I felt myself moving away from him some. "Anyway I only need Taylor because you ended things."
Rolling my eyes, I almost feel as if we are having a repeat of our last conversation. He knows why I ended things.
"You know why I ended things," I spat out as I locked eyes with him. I can see a bit of hurt in his eyes when I talk to him like I just did.
Zac nodded and kept looking at me, even with being hurt by me, he can still look at me. He is much stronger than I give him credit for sometimes. He is much stronger than he gives his own self credit for sometimes.
"I know," Zac whispered so low that I wasn't even sure I had heard him right. "You were sick of me using you whenever things got bad with Kate," he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, which I have just noticed that he has cut some. "I don't know why you can't understand that I'm just not ready to leave my wife or come out to everyone as gay."
At his last words I rolled my eyes not even caring that he doesn't like it when people do that. It's not that I don't understand that. I do understand it. I understand it and I know that until he is ready to do that, I don't want to be his little puppet. Not when I love him like I do.
"Z," I said as I found myself just using the first initial of his name. "I do understand that. I understand that more than you probably want to believe. I...I just can't waste time though being your sideline guy until that day comes, which in all honesty, it may never come. It's not healthy for me to do that."
If I was expecting a response from him I don't get one. Instead I just get him looking away from me and staring at the door so intently that I almost expected it to fall down or start closing in on us both.
After awhile of uncomfortable silence I feel Zac moving closer to me on the bed, his hand going to rest on my thigh. I know this routine almost like the back of my hand. Which speaking of hands, his is now going farther up my thigh.
"Z," I hissed out but didn't move his hand.
Zac just smirked as he turned to look at me again and I shiver as I feel his lips on my neck. Why am I letting this continue? Instead of fighting him off I just sat on the bed and turn my head until our lips met in a kiss.
It's been so long it seems since I kissed him and I find myself not even caring that Austin could come back at any moment, as I push Zac back on the bed and fall down on over him. This really ruins any plans that I ever had for revenge.
Moaning as I felt his hands go up and under my shirt, I pulled away long enough to discard it on the floor and then I went back to kissing him, "What do you want me from?" I breathed out onto his lips as I pushed my hips down into his own. I can tell from that simple motion that he is turned on.
It may give me a sick thrill that I can still turn him on even if he is also getting satisfied by his brother now a days too.
"I think the question here is, what don't I want from you?" Zac asked as he pulled away from the kiss and gave me a wink as he lifted his shirt off and let it join mine on the floor.
Growling slightly at his words I leaned down and kissed him again once his shirt was off. I was going to take advantage of the time we had alone right now, even if I regretted it later.
Biting my lip as I feel him push his hips into mine again, I moan and close my eyes, feeling my lips moving off his and down to his neck and then his chest. It's like I'm a pirate looking for some sort of buried treasure on him and I can tell from the way he keeps moaning out expletives every now and then that he likes it.
"Have a problem?" I asked as I reached the waist band of his jeans and I move away just long enough to undo them and push them off, a laugh coming out as I see that he has apparently picked up Taylor's love of freeballing.
"Oh, I think I do have a problem," he purrs and I am surprised when I feel him take a hold of my head and navigate it to the destination I had planned on going to anyway. "But I think you can take care of it for me."
I just shook my head and slowly opened my mouth, taking him in it, which makes him moan and writhe in ways that I had almost forgot he could.
"Shit," Zac muttered and I feel him pull on my hair, or what little of it he can grasp.
His pulling on my hair sent a shiver down my spine and I start to move my mouth on him slow at first but when he pulls my hair again, I find myself going faster and somehow I surprise myself with the ability of taking all of him in my mouth. It's a move that I swear makes every cuss word imaginable come out of Zac's mouth.
I would be lying if I said that I didn't get harder when he let that string of cuss words out and I pick up my movements with my mouth. I want to finish him off so that he can return this little favor.
Closing my eyes I take all of him in my mouth again and when I hear him this time it's the moans he makes when he comes. Keeping my eyes closed I swallow him. He is the only guy I have ever swallowed and the only one that I ever want to swallow.
Moving away I laid down beside him and watched as he caught his breath. "You know," I smirk when I am certain that he has caught his breath. "I think it's your turn to return the favor now."
"Gladly," he smirks and when I feel his lips on my neck, I close my eyes and enjoy this. I've been without it some form of him for too long to let myself feel guilty for being too weak to stop things from progressing this far.