Zac sighed and looked over Dave's shoulder at the unassuming laptop. It had no idea of the evilry they had planned for it's circuits.
"I'll go grab us some drinks," Dave said heading off in the general direction of the mini fridge while Zac seated himself securely in the desk chair. He smirked opening windows and trying to connect to the internet. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean we are trying to find Taylor naked afterall, and soda coming out of your nose doesn't feel too good. Trust me, I'd know." Zac rambled on looking for the wicked website of choice.
Upon reentering the room Dave drug a chair up beside Zac as they peered into the glowing screen. "I think this is it." Zac commented at they both instinctively leaned forward trying to squint their eyes to see the loading image more clearly. Lower and lower the picture revealed itself until it displayed the clear imagine of a young blonde boy laying back on a couch.
"Whoa…" Dave breathed, his eyes fixated on the screen. "Zac are you REALLY sure that it isn’t really." "Of course it isn’t!" Zac snapped up in defense of his big brother’s manhood. "Taylor may be a little on the shrimpy side but he’s got more going for him than that." Zac said with a flick of his wrist in reference to the less than ideal specimen the boy in the picture possessed.
"He is a Hanson you know, we’re built from hearty stock." Zac explained in his best lumberjack voice. Dave snickered as they scanned through pictures of the lovely little Taylor in dresses, underwear, towels and other stages of undress.
"Oh man," Zac had tears in his eyes from giggling so hard. "They get worse the farther down you go!" He rasped out in between fits of laughter. Dave matched his silly giggles until they came to an unexpected link at the bottom of the page.
"Zac Hanson America’s favorite boy slut?" Dave read aloud slowly. The smile started slowly, just a tiny tug at the corners of his full lips but soon spread across his face until it was a full on ear-to-ear grin. His hand reached out towards the irresistible, blinking ‘click me’ as if of it’s own accord.
"Oh no you don’t!" Zac piped up shoving Dave’s hand away, looking a little torn himself. Fake Taylor porn was one thing but him? What kind of sick world is this? Yet at the same time… "I get to click it!"
"Afterall it IS my buffness that we are fixing to partake in." Dave smiled as Zac selected the link. ‘This had to be good!’ He inwardly laughed, but the laughter was short lived and was replaced by a strangling shock. Before his eyes were dozens of pictures of fake Zac’s and lookalike Zac’s in every possible sexual position a horny teenage boy had ever thought to dream up. Body size and built varied from picture to picture.
It wasn’t until Dave let out a small cough the he realized that he’d forgotten to breathe. His cheeks had gained a pinkish flush due to the lack of oxygen and reaction his body was having to their viewing material. Zac pretended not to notice and went on scrutinizing each and every picture. "I like this one." He finally announced pointing to a picture of a boy in tight black underwear. Zac’s head had been cleverly and it seemed carefully pasted into the picture making it look quite real. "Of course he’s not nearly as good looking."
Dave laughed all the while screaming his agreement mentally. "You just keep telling yourself that Zac." He said patting the younger boy on the leg in a teasing gesture.
Zac’s mouth opened set for a sarcastic come back when he realized that Dave’s hand was still absently patting his lower thigh while the dark haired boy stared transfixed on the computer’s screen. Zac sat back in the chair a little wide eyed but enjoying the physical attention. His body, apparently, was enjoying it a little too much Zac decided as he watched his erection begin to stretch out at the fabric of his jeans. Head back slightly Zac licked his lips and decided to speak up before things got too out of hand. Dave still seemed off in his own world and didn’t show an signs of stopping the assault on Zac’s leg.
He waited until he knew hw was at his breaking point. "Uh Dave?" Zac said gaining his attention. "You’re double clicking the wrong mouse."
Dave kept a forward gaze as he heard Zac speak. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Is it my fault you’re so easily booted up?" He giggled trying to sound as suggestive as his laughing voice could manage, clicking on another link and finally moving his hand from Zac’s upper thigh.
"Jerk." Zac snicker shoving Dave playfully away from him. Somehow they’d stumbled into a gallery of naked Nick Carter pictures that Zac was prying were fake. Before he could open his mouth to remark about how the blonde boyband scumiod looked a thirteen year old lesbian a knock jolted them from their porn searching.
"Boys!" Dave and Zac jumped at Frank’s voice from outside the room. "Guys come on I need to check these stocks!" He grumbled impatient finding the door locked tight. Zac jumped and closed the lid of the computer as Dave ran to unlock the door.
"Hi Dad!" Dave said with a goofy smile letting his father into the room. Frank seeing the same act of a smile on Zac’s face became weary.
"Do I want to know what you two were up to?" He asked his son and the other young boy as he sat down at the computer. "Just looking up some stuff online." Zac was quick to say with a winning innocence proving grin.
"Sure you were," Frank replied opening his laptop. Everything seemed in order but the busted look on the boys’ faces screamed otherwise. "I’m not going to find any naked girlie pictures on here am I boys?" He asked looking at the teenagers with a smirk.
Dave shook his head no furiously while Zac just laughed. "None what-so-ever… Scouts honor!" He added with a snort. Dave had to laugh then. "Like you were ever a boy scout! Then maybe you wouldn’t be such a wuss Hanson boy!" He added grabbing a couch cushion ready for a battle.
Frank’s gaze caught Zac just in time to see him pick up a throw pillow. "Not… in here. Please." He laughed as the two had already taken the pillow war out into the main room of the suite and the crashing of something to the floor followed by two giggles told him it was in full force. Shaking his head and laughing Daddy Moffatt turned his eyes back to his stock quotes, never knowing the adventures in computer land that had just taken place right in the spot where he sat.