A Better Idea (by Jenne)
GxT, T+S, Rated NC-17
Taylor paused outside the door of the club. The bass, Clint's bass, he knew, throbbed through the thin glass paneling of the entrance, and he could feel the pounding of the music inside. He took a deep breath, excited at the prospect of seeing his long-missed lover, Scott. As he stepped inside the smoky, noisy, atmosphere, he took a moment to absorb the scene around him.
The heat hit him like a wave, the mass of bodies in front of him undulating to the sounds being poured from the speakers. His eyes moved over the crowd, finally settling on the only thing in the room that could make his heart stop. As his gaze fixed on the figure at the forefront of the stage, time slowed, the music muting, his breath caught.
The boy on stage, his bare torso glittering with a sheen of sweat in the lights, was just finishing the show. He thanked the crowd who had shown up, with a note of happy exhaustion in his voice, gestured to his brothers, and they bowed. They received a loud round of cheering appreciation from the happy crowd, and exited the stage.
Taylor moved towards the backstage area, weaving through the thinning crowd. His stomach tightened in anticipation as he stopped to have a quiet word with the bouncer guarding the door. He paused with his hand inches from the wood of the dressing room door and took a deep breath. He knocked lightly, and the door was opened seconds later by a weary Dave Moffatt. Daveıs surprise was quickly covered by a trademark grin, and he ushered Taylor into the room. Taylorıs eyes flitted from person to person, finally settling on Scott, head bent, deep in conversation with vaguely familiar looking blond.
The stranger turned slightly and Taylor caught a glimpse of his profile, a pang of jealousy rushing through him at the sight of this beautiful boy. He cleared his throat causing Scott to look up, his face lighting up in surprise. "Oh my God. Taylor."
They both stood in silence, the other Moffatt brothers moving around them, changing, and collecting their things. "Hurry up Scott!" Clint yelled, following Dave out of the dressing room. Bob stopped briefly, clapping Taylor on the back in greeting before following his twin. Taylor and Scott were left with the heavy silence and the stranger between them.
"Itıs good to see you," Taylor spoke first, his voice sounding hoarse to his own ears. He cleared his throat again and added, "Itıs been a while."
"Yeah. Too long." Scott stared at Taylor, his gaze burning into him. He wanted nothing more than to rush to his lover and crush him in his embrace, but they werenıt alone. The realization suddenly hit him that they in fact, were not alone, and he turned to his friend. "Um, Gil, this is Taylor. Tay, Gil."
Taylor extended his hand to the tall man in front of him. He gave him the once over as they shook, noting the silken hair that flowed to halfway down his lean torso, his blue eyes like glass. Gilıs lips pursed into a pouty smile. "Nice to meet you."
"And you as well."
Taylor frowned slightly, unable to place the accent, then dismissed it as Scott spoke again. "We recorded some stuff with him a while back," he explained. He glanced suddenly at the clock on the dressing table. "Shit. Theyıre waiting for me." He moved closer to Taylor, once again having to suppress the urge to wrap him in his arms and cover every inch of him with kisses. "Can you come by the hotel?" he asked softly, almost desperately.
Taylor smiled, dazzling him. "Well I didnıt come all the way out here just to catch your encore. Gimme the address."
"He can ride over with me, if he wants," Gil spoke up, interrupting their brief interlude.
"Sounds like a plan," Scott grinned. He gave into his desire and grasped Taylor in a brief hug, pulling away before either of them had a chance to be caught up in it. "See you there."
Taylor followed Gil quickly into the elevator, barely missing the teenies massed outside the Moffatts hotel. He sagged against the wall, closing his eyes briefly, catching his breath. He opened them to see Gil lounging against the opposite wall, his lanky frame relaxed, his head down, hair shielding his face from Taylorıs view.
He looked up abruptly, capturing Taylorıs eyes with his own. His lips curved in what could only be called a seductive smile as he gazed at him from beneath the curtain of hair.
Taylor blushed at the raw look he read in Gilıs eyes. He felt a rush of heat through his body, and dropped his eyes to the floor, his mind spinning. What the hell? Iım on my way to see Scott. This isnıt even an option. He gasped as Gilıs boots suddenly appeared in his view and he found himself pressed against the wall of the elevator, Gilıs body molded to his. His eyes rose to meet the clear blue of the ones now directly in front of him, and he felt lightheaded as Gilıs hips ground against him.
Gilıs breath was warm on his cheek as he brought his hand up and ran his index finger down the length of Taylorıs jaw. "Should I stop?" he murmured.
Taylor was mesmerized by the sight of the pink tip of Gilıs tongue as it slipped out of his mouth just far enough to dampen his lips. He exhaled a shaky breath. "I should really say stop."
Gil started to take a step back, only to be stopped by Taylorıs hold on the buckle of his belt. "But Iım not going to." He pulled Gil against him and pressed his lips to his hungrily. Gil slid his hand behind Taylorıs neck, tangling his long fingers in the wispy strands, crushing his lips to Taylorıs. Taylor responded by pressing his tongue into Gilıs mouth, testing, tasting. Gil followed suit, running his tongue along Taylorıs lips, prompting a moan of pleasure from him.
Taylor snaked an arm around Gilıs body, pulling him closer. He could feel Gilıs hardness pressing against him, just below his waist, and warmth flooded through his body. He pulled away, breathless, just as the elevator doors opened on the Moffatts floor. Gil stepped back, throwing him a questioning glance.
Taylor took a deep breath and leaned over, pressing the "Close Door" button. Gil hit the button for his floor, and the elevator began to rise.
Taylor watched as Gil smoothly inserted the keycard into his door and opened it to his darkened room. He stepped inside and motioned for Taylor to follow. He hit the dimmer switch on the wall and flooded the room with a soft light. He shut the door, flipping his hair over his shoulder in one fluid movement, and reached for Taylor, drawing him towards him. Taylor melted into his embrace, their bodies melding together. Taylor moved his mouth from Gilıs soft lips to the tender spot just below his ear. Gil moaned, tilting his head back to allow for easier access, his hands moving slowly down Taylorıs back, running along the taut muscles there, pausing to rest on his hips as he slowly maneuvered him towards the bed behind him. Taylor pulled away as his knees hit the edge of the bed, and Gil propelled him lightly backwards so that he fell onto his back. He stood between Taylorıs spread knees, surveying the beautiful boy below him.
Taylor sat up on his elbows, the invitation clear in his eyes. He could read the naked lust reflected back at him in Gilıs. He hooked a leg behind Gilıs knee and knocked him onto the bed, climbing astride him just as he flipped onto his back. Gil emitted a soft moan as Taylor settled on his hardness. Taylor could feel Gil pressing against the crotch of his jeans, and knew he was more than ready for anything that was to come.
He leaned down and met Gil in an ardent kiss, feeling his body once again flood with the warmth of desire. He drew back just long enough to stroke the silken skin of Gilıs cheek before once again attacking his neck with his lips. Gil arched his hips against Taylor as he began sucking gently on Gilıs earlobe before moving lower to dip his tongue in the shallow of his collarbone. He continued his moist exploration along the other side of Gilıs neck as he reached down and began unfastening the buttons of Gilıs shirt. For every new inch of tanned flesh he uncovered he placed a kiss until he could move no lower without shifting his position. As he pondered his next move, Gil surprised him by sitting up to meet him, lifting Taylorıs shirt as he rose.
He slid out from under Taylor, pushing him lightly, toppling him over onto his back. Taylor watched as Gil crawled up his body with a feline-like grace, the ends of his soft hair caressing Taylorıs chest. He lowered himself, straddling him, mimicking the way Taylor had just held him. He lowered his head, christening Taylorıs chest with damp, feather-light kisses. Gilıs warm, moist breath, coupled with the shivery touches of his cornsilk tresses was slowly driving him over the edge. He pressed his groin against Gilıs uttering a panting moan, desperate for release.
Gil rose from his lap, still tracing his lips down the flat planes of Taylorıs chest, his mouth working down through the thin path of hair just above the top of his jeans. He gently pulled open the first button with his teeth, pausing for a moment.
Taylor had his head thrown back in against the pillows, his body aching for fulfillment. He glanced down as he felt Gilıs movements stop. The sight before him caused a low growl to echo from his throat unbidden. Gil gazed up at him, his mouth just a breath away from the rigid hardness in Taylorıs jeans. His lips were passion-bruised. His eyes glittered from the shadows created by the strands of hair framing his face, heavy with unbridled desire, and questioning.
Taylor responded by reaching down and tangling his fingers in Gilıs hair, silently urging him to continue. Gil resumed his careful exploration of Taylorıs body, He popped each button slowly, revealing the velvety smoothness of Taylorıs skin beneath the rough material. Taylor gasped at the combination of cool air and warm breath against his flesh, his member straining against the remaining button. Gil slowly released the fabric and expertly extracted Taylorıs swollen dick from itıs constraints. The guttural moan from the boy beneath him was all the prompting he needed. He flicked his tongue gently against the head of Taylorıs cock, tasting the saltiness. Taylorıs fingers flexed, tightening their grip in his hair and he took as much of Taylor into his mouth as he could, sliding his tongue along the underside, feeling it stiffen even more at his touch. Taylorıs body arched off the bed as he let out a cry of pleasure.
Gil began to move his mouth up and down, sliding his tongue the length of Taylorıs straining dick before swirling around the head and descending again. He moved his hand across the flat of Taylorıs stomach, tightening his slender fingers around the base of his cock, moving them slowly. Taylorıs hips began thrusting against him, and he took him deeper and deeper into his mouth, letting Taylorıs hand in his hair guide his rhythm. He positioned his other hand just underneath Taylorıs balls and felt them tighten under his touch, Taylor grunting in response, his movements becoming faster, more desperate, feeling himself perched on the edge. He cried out as Gilıs mouth released him, his hand moving to take itıs place, his lips covering Taylorıs. A few quick flicks of his wrist, and Taylor began to writhe in ecstasy beneath his hands, finally coming with one last powerful thrust and an euphoric scream.
Gil tossed his hair over his shoulder and propped himself on his elbow. He continued to lay soft kisses on Taylorıs sweaty cheek and brow as Taylor tried to regain his breath. "Christ," he gasped. He turned to look at Gil, who had a satisfied smile playing about his lips. "Iıd say that youıve done this before," he grinned.
"A time or three," Gil returned his smile.
Taylor stretched, running his hand over his stomach, taking note of the sticky substance there. "Iım definitely going to have to clean up before..." He trailed off, a guilty look creasing his face.
"Before you see Scott?"
"What?" Taylor looked at him, panic dancing in his eyes.
"Itıs obvious to anyone who looks." He took Taylorıs hand in his and licked his fingers clean one by one. "I wonıt tell," he whispered, sliding his tongue the length of Taylorıs thumb.
"Mmmm...thanks," He shook his head, trying to clear it, thinking of the task at hand. "Yeah, cleaning up."
"I think I can arrange that," Gil climbed over him, standing, and offered his hand to Taylor, pulling him to his feet. "We could probably take care of two problems at once," He glanced down, indicating his still straining erection.
Taylor placed his hand over the fabric of Gilıs jeans, massaging lightly. Gil leaned his head back, eyes drifting closed, a low moan whispering from his lips. Taylor stepped closer and leaned in, tasting the sweat on Gilıs neck, his hand still moving between their bodies.
They stumbled towards the bathroom, Gil blindly hitting the lightswitch as Taylor forced him up against the vanity, his lips still firmly attached to his neck, his hand moving slowly the length of Gilıs enflamed penis through his jeans. Gil grasped Taylorıs head in both his hands and forced his mouth to meet his, his tongue penetrating his lips, moving furiously against Taylorıs. Taylor pulled away and pushed him roughly against the sink. "No-no. You had your fun. Now itıs time for mine."
He moved his hands to Gilıs belt, deftly opening the buckle and pulling it free of his jeans. He quickly pulled the buttons open and slid his hand inside, grasping his member and squeezing softly. Gil groaned and sagged against the sink, his head falling back. "Go ahead and start the water," he breathed into Gilıs ear, "Iım right behind you." He gave him another little squeeze and removed his hand, turning his attention to his own clothing.
Gil leaned into the bathtub and turned the faucets on full blast, followed by the shower. He stripped off his jeans and turned to Taylor who was gazing at him, his eyes sweeping the length of Gilıs body, pausing at his rock-hard dick standing up from his body, awaiting his attention. Gil gave him a small smile and disappeared behind the curtain.
Gilıs skin tingled as a wave of cool air mixed with the steam from the shower and felt Taylorıs presence behind him. He continued to stand under the spray, letting the hot water sluice down the length of his body. Taylor wrapped his arms around him, pushing his hair out of the way and began to trail kisses over Gilıs neck and shoulders. One hand moved lower, again gripping Gilıs cock, slowly moving up and down in an easy rhythm, while the other teased a taut nipple, swirling his fingertip around it, enjoying the shuddering reaction he was evoking in Gil.
Gil relaxed against him, feeling Taylorıs hard-on resting in the small of his back. He lay his head back against Taylorıs shoulder, feeling his body heat up, his heart pounding in response to the teasing, slow-motion hand-job Taylor was subjecting him to. He pressed back against Taylor, moving his hips slightly, trying to both speed him up and get a little friction moving between them.
Taylor groaned and started moving his hand a little faster, running up and down the length of Gilıs shaft. Gil moved his hands around to grasp Taylorıs hips as the friction Taylor was creating caused the muscles in his stomach to tighten and his knees began to feel weak. He moved to brace himself against the wall of the shower with a hand, but Taylor pulled him tighter towards him, holding him up.
Taylor sped his motions once again, and Gil felt the shower begin to spin. He thrust forcefully against Taylorıs hand and with one last push, he felt the world explode. Taylor continued to jack him until the last bit of his seed was expelled before turning Gil to face him.
Gil crushed Taylor to his chest, and one deep probing kiss was all that Taylor needed to push him to orgasm. They continued their sticky embrace until they were both to weak to stand.
They rinsed off quickly, and made their way back to sprawl on the bed, exhausted. "Scottıs going to think I was carried off and raped or murdered," Taylor mumbled.
"Interesting choice of words," Gil cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Oh shut up," Taylor growled playfully. He sat up and began towel drying his hair.
"Just tell him we stopped for a drink," Gil suggested.
"Heıll never buy that."
"You never know til you try."
"True." Taylor pulled his shirt over his head after retrieving his jeans from the bathroom. Gil, clad only in his jeans, his hair dripping thin trails down his bare chest, walked him to the door. "Well, this was fun."
"Yes it was. Pity Iım heading back to Munich tomorrow."
"Well I left my card on the table. Call me when youıre back in the States."
They shared one last lingering kiss and parted, the door closing behind Taylor.
"Taylor?" A sleepy Dave answered his knock.
"Damn Dave, sorry to wake you." Taylor said sheepishly. "I was looking for Scott."
"Well, um," he yawned. "He was here when I fell asleep, waiting for you. But heıs gone now," He glanced over his shoulder as if to make sure.
"Shit." Taylor stuffed his hands in his pockets. "SHIT!"
Dave jumped. "What?"
"Nothing, nevermind. Iıll find him in the morning I guess."
"Okay. Night."
Taylor climbed in the elevator once again, frantically searching his pockets. "Damn! Damn! Damn! Where the fuck are my keys?" He leaned against the wall, thinking back. "Oh great. I bet I know exactly where they fell outta my pocket." He hit the button for Gilıs floor and waited as the elevator rose once more.
He walked slowly down the hall towards Gilıs room, noticing the "Do Not Disturb" sign stuck, wedged in the door. "Well thatıs safe," he muttered, slowly pushing the door open. "Gil?" He stopped short in the doorway, catching sight of Gil on the bed.
Gil was still in the same state Taylor left him in, damp and shirtless. But so was the boy that Gil was straddling, much in the same way he had been straddling Taylor just hours ago. "Scott?"
"Taylor?!" He scrambled out from underneath Gil, to his feet next to the bed. "Itıs..."
"Damn boy, you get around," Taylor spat heatedly at Gil. He didnıt know what he was feeling more of at the moment: anger, embarrassment, or jealousy.
Gil looked at Taylor with his patented innocent expression and just shrugged.
"Wait, what do you mean he gets around?" Scott asked suspiciously.
"Should you tell him or me?" Gil asked.
"Somebody tell me dammit!" Scott practically shouted.
"Iım sure you have a pretty good idea," Gil said wryly.
Taylor looked from one boy to the other, both sweaty, both shirtless, both obviously aroused. He suddenly smiled wickedly. "I have a better idea..."
(proceed to "go")
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