Zac
I sighed and rolled over again. I can't sleep - this is the third day in a row it's happened. It's the sixth day into the tour and I'm mentally kicking myself cause I know as well as anyone that I can't continue like this. We have a full European tour ahead of us and I need the sleep.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I know exactly what I'm missing, the exact thing I need to drift off into the world of dreams. He's located directly above me and I can hear his light snores and mumbles vividly through the divider.
But it's wrong. And I can't have it so I might as well find something else to think about because his face combined with the heat of tonight is slowly driving me insane.
It only happened once, but I can't stop thinking about it, I can't stop thinking about him. How his hands felt against my skin, how his lips felt at my neck. How his sweet breath whispered against my ear how much he needed me.
But it can't happen again, he said. Just this once. He needed me so much. He needed release.
After it happened, he told me how sorry he was, it would never happen again. It nearly broke my heart to see the pain in his eyes, and knowing that he hadn't wanted it to happen. I didn't exactly resist, did I, Taylor? What does that tell you?
Sighing, I stared at the ceiling absently, reliving the memories. My hand slid down my chest slowly and rested at the top of boxers as I contemplated if I should go further or not. I breathed in deeply and pushed aside the thin cotton material. I didn't care where we were right now - my head was swimming in passion and I needed relief. Slowly, I began stroking, my body tightening in the first stage of pleasure. I closed my eyes and imagined Taylor's warm mouth the one giving it to me and felt my groin flood with tingles.
Whimpering, I moved faster, my body arched violently. Almost... there....
FUCK.
I heard rustling above me and prayed he wasn't going to get up. Please God, don't do this to me. I need this, please, just let him go to sleep.
If I haven't mentioned how much God hates me yet today, now would be a fine time.
Taylor's upside down head suddenly appeared and nearly gave me a heartattack. I slowly moved my hand away from myself, as if he couldn't see the obvious erection underneath the thin blankets.
"What are you doing?" he whispered. "You woke me up."
I averted my eyes and laughed nervously. "Uhhh, nothing. Sorry."
His eyes slid down the length of my body as I shifted uncomfortably. Raising an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on my crotch, and he smirked, "Sure doesn't look like nothing."
"Shut the fuck up. Go back to sleep," I hissed, rolling over.
It was silent for a few minutes and I thought he had actually done that, and was appropiately thanking God for my good fortune when I felt his hand touch my shoulder. Electric bolts shot through my body and I turned slowly, gazing at him in wonder.
"Can I help you?"
"No, but I think I can help you." Oh my God. FUCK YES. Please, help me. Please please please.
I raised an eyebrow and decided not to let him know how much I wanted him. "Why, you got some sleeping pills?"
"No, but I've got a mouth." There's that smirk again.
I stayed silent, studying him, and finally opened my mouth several minutes later. "What would I need that - "
"Cut the shit, Zac. I know what you were doing and I know that you'd much rather have me doing it for you. So are we going to play fucking cat and mouse or are going to do this so we can both get to sleep sometime in the near future?"
Holy shit, I love it when he gets aggressive.
I grinned slowly and moved over, so he could climb into the bunk with me. It fit one person of my size comfortably, but with Taylor in here, we were squished together. Not that I'm complaining - I loved feeling him pressed against me.
He didn't waste any time and my body succombed to pleasure when I felt his lips on my neck. I bit my tongue to hold back my moans, and traced patterns on his bare back. Slowly, his lips worked their way up to mine, and I kissed him hard, tasting his tongue as it swirled against mine. I sucked gently as he moaned, and pressed up towards him in desperation.
Suddenly, he slid off me and stood in front of my bunk. I whimpered and turned to face him, "What is it?"
"Move closer to the edge."
Fuck yes.
I grinned and scooted forward, my legs dangling off the side. Thank God there's no one sleeping that close to our bunks. Taylor licked his lips and slid my boxers down, moaning softly at my excitement. He moved in closer and his tongue snaked out around my cock, and I threw my head back, biting my lip hard to stop from crying out in pleasure.
"Oh, God, Taylor... fuck... " I moaned, my hands moving down to cradle his head.
I slowly guided his mouth all the way onto my dick, and gasped as I felt his tongue slide all the way down the length. Ohhh my God, how many times has he done this before? I writhed in pleasure, thrusting myself towards him, my mind racing at the thought of his hot mouth covering me, sucking harder and harder till I thought I was going to explode.
"Shit... Taylor... I'm almost there..."
His eyes met mine and he nodded, taking that as an incentive to move faster, his tongue doing things to me I've never thought imaginable. I grunted several times, and my breathing shallowed as I clenched my eyes shut and emptied into his mouth, moaning his name as quietly as I could handle.
Collapsing against the wall, I smiled slowly. "Mmm, you're really good at that."
Taylor laughed lightly and licked his lips. "So I've been told."
I grinned, studying him with one eyebrow raised. He just laughed and winked, climbing up into his bunk again.
"Sweet dreams."