anyone else wonder how taylor woke zac up on his birthday?
Title:Wish Come True
Word Count:1564
Genere:Slash
Pairing:Zaylor
Rating:PG-13
I tiptoed down the hall of the family home toward Zac’s room. We’d all been out late the night before celebrating his birthday, and had incidentally opted to sleep in until at least two that afternoon. And since it was only nine in the morning, I knew that if I woke anyone there would be a serious price to pay.
I had to laugh as I approached his door; there was a faint snoring sound coming from the other side. I turned the knob slowly, keeping a tight grip as I pushed the door open. “Za-ac?” I whispered, as I climbed into his bed next to him. His brown hair had gone to hell in a hand basket; it was knotted in places, insanely frizzy, and his bangs covered nearly three-fourths of his face. I scooted closer, pushing his bangs out of his eyes so that I could get a good look at him. He twitched in his sleep and swatted the air in front of him. “Zac!” I said in a whispered scream, but he still didn’t budge-except for a slight increase in his snoring volume.
I placed my hand on Zac’s shoulder and began placing tiny kisses all over his face. His eyes fluttered, and he opened them slowly, grinning when he realized who was waking him up at such a hanus hour. “Hey, Tay,” he said, his voice laced with sleep. “What time is it?”
“Early enough for you to not want to know what time it is,” I said.
Zac smiled and sat up in bed, then lied back down quickly. “Shit” he said, placing a hand on his forehead. “I need Tylenol.”
“Hung over much?”
He nodded in response, pulling himself closer to me, and nestling his head in my chest. “Make the pounding stop, Tay,“ he said, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes, “For the love of God!”
I kissed his forehead and wrapped my arms around him. “That’s what you get for celebrating hard, Little-Bro.”
“That was a stupid decision; I can’t even enjoy my own birthday,” Zac groaned.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t just a little bit sympathetic toward him, but he should have been wise enough to know that just because you’re 21 doesn’t mean you should take 21 shots of Tequila. “What do you want me to do about it, Zaccy?” I asked.
Zac looked up, pretending to think it over, “Make me a cake?”
“You honestly want cake in your digestive system right now?”
He shook his head, “Just a candle, so I can make my birthday wish.”
“Zac,” I snickered, “are you sure you’re not twelve, instead of twenty-one?”
He swatted me, and rolled over to face the wall, “Asshat!”
I got up and made my way toward the door, “Fine,” I said. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait until next year for me to give you your present. Sweet dreams!” I turned my head slightly so that I could see Zac’s face out of the corner of my eye. He sat up quickly, and rose his right eyebrow, “Present?” he asked. “What present?”
I shook my head. “Nuh-uh. Not telling.”
Zac stuck out his bottom lip, “You can’t deprive the birthday-boy of his presents; it’s illegal.”
I smiled and headed back over to the empty side of the bed, “What if I were the first person in all of history to break that law?" I asked sarcastically.
“Then you, Jordan Taylor Hanson, would suck!"
I rolled over -straddling him, and smiling rather deviously. “ Nah, you don’t think that."
Zac leaned up and kissed me on the nose. “You’re right, I don’t,” he said, fingering the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “You’re too pretty to be suck-y.”
I kissed him softly, “Is that so?” I asked.
He nodded, “It is.”
Lacing our fingers together, I brought Zac’s hand to my lips and kissed each of his fingertips gently- feeling rather proud of myself when I felt his body begin to respond. “Tay,” he whined; breaking my concentration, “My head hurts. Will you go get me some Tylenol, and a Dr. Pepper, please?”
I nodded- climbing off of him and heading for the door. “Of course,” I said smiling at him, “ Be right back.”
--
Once I made my way into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet above the coffee pot; and got down the “sick tray”, setting it down on the counter. Then, humming to myself. , I walked to the opposite side of the kitchen; opened the refrigerator door, got out Zac’s Dr. Pepper, and grabbed a couple of Tylenol capsules from the bottle. After placing the medicine and the drink on the tray, I took an unopened package of saltines from the pantry added them as a last resort. “Good job, Tay,” I said, standing back to admire my work.
My balance decided to cooperate with me, and I was able to make it up the stairs and down the hall with no problem. I sat the tray on the floor next to Zac’s door, and peered inside the room. “You awake, Zaccy?” I whispered.
Zac nodded in response; peeling his face from the sheets so that he could look at me; a crooked smile spread across his lips. “Thanks,” he said as he positioned himself upright against the headboard.
I picked the tray up off of the ground and made my way into the room, shutting the door behind me with my foot. “Here ya go,” I said. “Taylor’s fool-proof solution to curing hangovers.”
Zac laughed, taking the tray from my hands. “You’re a nerd,” he said, once I’d sat down next to him.
I nodded, “But you love me anyway.”
“I do?” he asked with a mouth full of crackers.
I scoffed. “Yes. You do.” I said, grabbing his drink, and opening the tab. “And you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full; it isn’t very becoming.”
Zac picked up a handful of crackers and shoved them in his mouth, chewing rather obnoxiously in my face. “Better?” he asked, spitting crumbs onto the sheets.
I scrunched my face in disapproval. “Nuh-uh; you’re getting the sheets all dirty.”
“So what?” he shrugged. “They’ll be dirty soon anyway.”
Zac moved as close to me as possible, reaching over me to set the tray on the ground next to his bed. “So, do I get my present yet?” he asked, nudging me on the shoulder.
“I dun-no,” I said in a singsong tone. “That depends on how badly you want it.”
“Pretty badly, Tay,” he said, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes again.
I leaned in and kissed him passionately; I’ve always been extremely careful when making love to Zac, but this time was different. The things that we did in the following moments were the most captivating acts of passion that anyone could ever experience; I showered him with nothing but love in the truest sense.
--
While we were resting, I gave Zac his present; I picked my pants up off of the floor, put them on slowly, and walked down the hall to my own room. Once inside, I opened the top dresser-drawer and retrieved a small box wrapped in shiny blue paper. I kept a tight grip on the gift, put my hands behind my back, and went immediately back to Zac’s room. A smile spread across my face the moment that I saw him; he was sprawled out on his back with the top sheet draped over his waist, almost like a Greek God, except-not.
Zac looked at me in utter confusion, “What’s going on?” he asked. I pulled my hands from behind my back, and placed the one holding the gift in front of him. “What is it?”
“You are the most impatient person, ever,” I pointed out to him. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Zaccy, just close your eyes and hold out your hand!”
He sat upright and closed his eyes, sighing in the process, “Fine.”
“Forgetting something?”
“What?”
“Hold out your hand, Zac.”
“Oh. Right,” he said, holding out his left hand.
I stifled a laugh and dropped the gift into Zac’s hand. “Okay,” I said. “You can open them.”
Zac smiled as he obeyed my orders, and looked at the present in his palm, slowly tearing off the paper.
“Y’know,” I said, “For an impatient person, you sure do take a long time to unwrap your presents.”
“Hey, shut up!” Zac said, ripping the rest of the paper off. Then, he cut the tape off of the box with his fingernail, and grinned as he removed the top, however, his grin quickly turned to bewilderment when he saw the contents- a silver key no bigger than the tip of his thumb. “Y-you gave me a key,” he said, stating the obvious.
I nodded, “Don’tcha wanna know what it’s to?”
Zac pondered for a moment, then said, “The magical land of Narnia?”
I snorted at him, “No; idiot. It’s the key to my heart.”
Zac rolled his eyes, “How original of you.”
“I’ll take it back, then,” I said, reaching for the box.
Zac moved it away, quickly. “No! It’s mine,” he said. “It’s mine and you can’t ever have it back.”
I laughed, embracing him in a tight hug, “Happy birthday you goofball.”
“Thank you,” Zac said, “Now can I please have a cake?"
Word Count:1564
Genere:Slash
Pairing:Zaylor
Rating:PG-13
I tiptoed down the hall of the family home toward Zac’s room. We’d all been out late the night before celebrating his birthday, and had incidentally opted to sleep in until at least two that afternoon. And since it was only nine in the morning, I knew that if I woke anyone there would be a serious price to pay.
I had to laugh as I approached his door; there was a faint snoring sound coming from the other side. I turned the knob slowly, keeping a tight grip as I pushed the door open. “Za-ac?” I whispered, as I climbed into his bed next to him. His brown hair had gone to hell in a hand basket; it was knotted in places, insanely frizzy, and his bangs covered nearly three-fourths of his face. I scooted closer, pushing his bangs out of his eyes so that I could get a good look at him. He twitched in his sleep and swatted the air in front of him. “Zac!” I said in a whispered scream, but he still didn’t budge-except for a slight increase in his snoring volume.
I placed my hand on Zac’s shoulder and began placing tiny kisses all over his face. His eyes fluttered, and he opened them slowly, grinning when he realized who was waking him up at such a hanus hour. “Hey, Tay,” he said, his voice laced with sleep. “What time is it?”
“Early enough for you to not want to know what time it is,” I said.
Zac smiled and sat up in bed, then lied back down quickly. “Shit” he said, placing a hand on his forehead. “I need Tylenol.”
“Hung over much?”
He nodded in response, pulling himself closer to me, and nestling his head in my chest. “Make the pounding stop, Tay,“ he said, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes, “For the love of God!”
I kissed his forehead and wrapped my arms around him. “That’s what you get for celebrating hard, Little-Bro.”
“That was a stupid decision; I can’t even enjoy my own birthday,” Zac groaned.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t just a little bit sympathetic toward him, but he should have been wise enough to know that just because you’re 21 doesn’t mean you should take 21 shots of Tequila. “What do you want me to do about it, Zaccy?” I asked.
Zac looked up, pretending to think it over, “Make me a cake?”
“You honestly want cake in your digestive system right now?”
He shook his head, “Just a candle, so I can make my birthday wish.”
“Zac,” I snickered, “are you sure you’re not twelve, instead of twenty-one?”
He swatted me, and rolled over to face the wall, “Asshat!”
I got up and made my way toward the door, “Fine,” I said. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait until next year for me to give you your present. Sweet dreams!” I turned my head slightly so that I could see Zac’s face out of the corner of my eye. He sat up quickly, and rose his right eyebrow, “Present?” he asked. “What present?”
I shook my head. “Nuh-uh. Not telling.”
Zac stuck out his bottom lip, “You can’t deprive the birthday-boy of his presents; it’s illegal.”
I smiled and headed back over to the empty side of the bed, “What if I were the first person in all of history to break that law?" I asked sarcastically.
“Then you, Jordan Taylor Hanson, would suck!"
I rolled over -straddling him, and smiling rather deviously. “ Nah, you don’t think that."
Zac leaned up and kissed me on the nose. “You’re right, I don’t,” he said, fingering the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “You’re too pretty to be suck-y.”
I kissed him softly, “Is that so?” I asked.
He nodded, “It is.”
Lacing our fingers together, I brought Zac’s hand to my lips and kissed each of his fingertips gently- feeling rather proud of myself when I felt his body begin to respond. “Tay,” he whined; breaking my concentration, “My head hurts. Will you go get me some Tylenol, and a Dr. Pepper, please?”
I nodded- climbing off of him and heading for the door. “Of course,” I said smiling at him, “ Be right back.”
--
Once I made my way into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet above the coffee pot; and got down the “sick tray”, setting it down on the counter. Then, humming to myself. , I walked to the opposite side of the kitchen; opened the refrigerator door, got out Zac’s Dr. Pepper, and grabbed a couple of Tylenol capsules from the bottle. After placing the medicine and the drink on the tray, I took an unopened package of saltines from the pantry added them as a last resort. “Good job, Tay,” I said, standing back to admire my work.
My balance decided to cooperate with me, and I was able to make it up the stairs and down the hall with no problem. I sat the tray on the floor next to Zac’s door, and peered inside the room. “You awake, Zaccy?” I whispered.
Zac nodded in response; peeling his face from the sheets so that he could look at me; a crooked smile spread across his lips. “Thanks,” he said as he positioned himself upright against the headboard.
I picked the tray up off of the ground and made my way into the room, shutting the door behind me with my foot. “Here ya go,” I said. “Taylor’s fool-proof solution to curing hangovers.”
Zac laughed, taking the tray from my hands. “You’re a nerd,” he said, once I’d sat down next to him.
I nodded, “But you love me anyway.”
“I do?” he asked with a mouth full of crackers.
I scoffed. “Yes. You do.” I said, grabbing his drink, and opening the tab. “And you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full; it isn’t very becoming.”
Zac picked up a handful of crackers and shoved them in his mouth, chewing rather obnoxiously in my face. “Better?” he asked, spitting crumbs onto the sheets.
I scrunched my face in disapproval. “Nuh-uh; you’re getting the sheets all dirty.”
“So what?” he shrugged. “They’ll be dirty soon anyway.”
Zac moved as close to me as possible, reaching over me to set the tray on the ground next to his bed. “So, do I get my present yet?” he asked, nudging me on the shoulder.
“I dun-no,” I said in a singsong tone. “That depends on how badly you want it.”
“Pretty badly, Tay,” he said, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes again.
I leaned in and kissed him passionately; I’ve always been extremely careful when making love to Zac, but this time was different. The things that we did in the following moments were the most captivating acts of passion that anyone could ever experience; I showered him with nothing but love in the truest sense.
--
While we were resting, I gave Zac his present; I picked my pants up off of the floor, put them on slowly, and walked down the hall to my own room. Once inside, I opened the top dresser-drawer and retrieved a small box wrapped in shiny blue paper. I kept a tight grip on the gift, put my hands behind my back, and went immediately back to Zac’s room. A smile spread across my face the moment that I saw him; he was sprawled out on his back with the top sheet draped over his waist, almost like a Greek God, except-not.
Zac looked at me in utter confusion, “What’s going on?” he asked. I pulled my hands from behind my back, and placed the one holding the gift in front of him. “What is it?”
“You are the most impatient person, ever,” I pointed out to him. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Zaccy, just close your eyes and hold out your hand!”
He sat upright and closed his eyes, sighing in the process, “Fine.”
“Forgetting something?”
“What?”
“Hold out your hand, Zac.”
“Oh. Right,” he said, holding out his left hand.
I stifled a laugh and dropped the gift into Zac’s hand. “Okay,” I said. “You can open them.”
Zac smiled as he obeyed my orders, and looked at the present in his palm, slowly tearing off the paper.
“Y’know,” I said, “For an impatient person, you sure do take a long time to unwrap your presents.”
“Hey, shut up!” Zac said, ripping the rest of the paper off. Then, he cut the tape off of the box with his fingernail, and grinned as he removed the top, however, his grin quickly turned to bewilderment when he saw the contents- a silver key no bigger than the tip of his thumb. “Y-you gave me a key,” he said, stating the obvious.
I nodded, “Don’tcha wanna know what it’s to?”
Zac pondered for a moment, then said, “The magical land of Narnia?”
I snorted at him, “No; idiot. It’s the key to my heart.”
Zac rolled his eyes, “How original of you.”
“I’ll take it back, then,” I said, reaching for the box.
Zac moved it away, quickly. “No! It’s mine,” he said. “It’s mine and you can’t ever have it back.”
I laughed, embracing him in a tight hug, “Happy birthday you goofball.”
“Thank you,” Zac said, “Now can I please have a cake?"