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Accidentally In Love
Chapter Fifteen

Taylor

The dressing room was neat, obviously unused as of yet. A few duffle bags graced the countertops here and there, but that was the only sign that The Moffatts had even seen the place at all.

I checked my watch. Mickey Mouse proclaimed to me that it was a little past noon, and the sign on the inside of the door said that my new “friends” were to go onstage at 4:00. I grinned to myself as I remembered seeing each and every one of them watching our show. They didn’t need to be here for at least another hour.

The opening door startled me and I turned instinctively to defend myself from fans. But that wasn’t who it was at all...

“Oh, I, um...I,” Scott sputtered, his icy blue eyes connecting with mine for just an instant before the blush crept into his cheeks. “Um...I must have the wrong room.”

“No,” I answered quickly, running my fingers through my tangled, sweaty hair. “It’s the right room. I was just being nosy,” I stated honestly. I had been being nosy. I hadn’t expected to get caught, but it didn’t bother me either.

“Oh.” He gulped visibly. Scott was so cute, terrified of me the way he was. “Well, I just wanted to grab my wallet, sooo...” He managed to speak without looking at me and swept a hand through his own messy blond spikes.

He took a hesitant step forward and I moved out of his way, but I kept my gaze on him. I drank his body in and analyzed it: broad shoulders, nice pecs, great biceps, toned abs... He knew I was watching him and I loved it. I think he loved it, too. He turned around, uncomfortable, but still loving it.

I let my gaze drop lower, my eyes landing on his ass. I checked it out blatantly, not bothering to disguise my want of his body. I knew he was interested. If he wasn’t, he would have already punched me or something. I smirked again to myself. I am such a fox.

Scott spun quickly and his eyes met mine steadily for the first time since we’d met. They really were pretty. “Taylor, I...”

Isaac

“Dave! Hey, Dave!” I shouted, hoping that I’d gotten his name right.

The blond boy looked around him before picking my running form out of the crowd. He smiled awkwardly and put a hand up in greeting.

I reached him with a few more strides and he waited patiently while I caught my breath. “Hey,” I finally managed through gasps.

“What’s up, Isaac?” Dave shoved his hands in his back pockets and grinned at me. He was probably trying not to laugh at the ridiculous-looking moron that was standing in front of him, huffing and puffing. Oh wait; I was that moron...

I chuckled with the breath that I had left. “You can call me Ike,” I stated, mindlessly repeating the phrase I used so many times a day. I guess it comes with the curse of being named “Isaac”.

“Alright,” he laughed. “Hey, awesome set, man. I really dug your rendition of Joplin.”

“Thanks.” I allowed myself to smile. I don’t really get compliments much, even when they are directed toward the whole band. “So what time is your call?” I asked, glancing at my watch.

Dave checked the band on his wrist, too, as if it held the answer to my question. “One-thirty,” he replied, looking back up.

“Oh, cool.” It was only about 12:15. That gave him over an hour. “Well, I was going to grab some lunch, but my brothers seem to have disappeared. You wanna’ come with?”

He only faltered for a moment, but it was long enough. His eyes flickered disappointment and I knew it was because Taylor wasn’t coming. Nevertheless, he accepted my invitation graciously. But I knew I wasn’t going to be able to tell him what I’d wanted to. It would break his heart to know that Taylor had just used him for a lay.

Scott

Oh. My. God. There was a tongue in my mouth. And it was a boy’s tongue. Taylor Hanson’s tongue.

At first it was totally innocent. Words just started coming out of my mouth. I thanked him for not pushing me the previous night. I told him he was right, that I wasn’t ready, but that maybe I was now. My curiosity had gotten the best of me and I told him I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a boy. I don’t know why I said it, or how I found the balls, but I did, and it felt wonderful.

Taylor had been so gentle. He took my face in his hands and his lips just kind of touched mine. They were soft and moist and seductive, and he tasted like chocolate. it was quiet, and I was aware of every single touch he inflicted upon me: his hands warm, his breath hot, his hair tickling my face.

But he pulled back, and it was over before it started.

“Wait.” It came out of my mouth before I knew what I was doing. “I...” His smile turned interested and his silence said, “Go on.” “I didn’t get to kiss you.” The words were soft, but true. I had been too busy experiencing the feeling of Taylor being close to me, of his mouth on mine, and I’d never actually moved. It’s not a kiss if you just stand there.

Taylor stepped back in front of me almost gingerly and waited. I took a deep breath and placed the flat of one shaking hand on his shoulder, then leaned into his mouth again. I pressed my lips against his and I felt his hand on my waist almost immediately. Feeling daring, I darted my tongue out of my mouth and skimmed across his bottom lip. I could feel his eyebrows rise and his lips curved into a small smile, then he reached his other hand behind my neck and pulled my face into him, capturing my lip in his teeth for a fleeting moment. I felt myself begin to wobble and a whimper escaped me as I grasped the counter behind me for support. I tentatively flicked at his lip again with my tongue, entering his mouth when he eagerly opened it. I gasped again when I felt his hand grab my ass, roughly squeezing and lifting one side of me easily onto the counter. Before I knew it, I was sitting down with Taylor standing between my legs, our lips and tongues pushing and exploring each other in a teasing sort of game. I wrapped my legs around him in an instinctive motion, not realizing what I was doing until it was already done. My crotch pushed into his stomach, the sensation making my back arch and involuntary shudders rush down my spine, not to mention the steady throb that began there without my consent. Taylor giggled and I realized he could feel me, but I could tell he didn’t mind it by the way he started running his hands up and down my thighs, closer and closer each time to the growing erection in my cords.

God, what am I doing? I thought to myself. I was completely letting this boy take control over me, now more than ever. I’d been thinking about nothing but his perfection for the past 24 hours, and now I was letting him turn my world upside-down.

My doubtful thoughts were cut short when I felt his fingers rub lightly over my zipper, replaced by his palm after I moaned at his first touch. His touch was firm and sure with no signs of hesitance whatsoever. I groaned again as he grasped me through my pants and my face fell back away from our kiss and my eyes closed. Unfazed, Taylor moved his lips to my neck, now fully exposed, planting small kisses on the skin and nipping lightly at the most sensitive spots. I realized hazily that I had succumbed to his seduction, and knew I could not turn back.

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