Zac
I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. I lifted up my fingers and swiped the sleep from my eyes in disgust. I moaned silently. The morning sun shone bright through the thin off-white drapes and cast a white glare over the edge of the bed where it snuck up to the two separated tents where my feet resided in the warm blankets. I cursed the sun and rolled over.
Right into Dave.
He slept like a baby, sweet as always, his stomach rising and falling underneath the covers and his face unchanging even with the sun glaring in through the windows. Not even the power of that sun could wake him up; he lay there, lightly snoring, with his pale skin soft and his mouth curled into a pleasant smile.
I couldn't help but smile and the urge to touch him was overwhelming. I had to roll back over to make it go away. What was happening to me lately? Was I acting this way because I had found out my brother was gay? Was it because I was jealous that my brother--my gay brother--had found someone before I had? Or had I found someone too.
I hated these feelings I was having. Mostly because I wasn't sure what to think. Was it for those reasons or was it something real. Better than the jealousy. Did I actually feel that way towards Dave? No, he's my friend. That's it.
I had to keep those thoughts out of my head. I had to try and think like I wasn't me. Do you like Dave, Zac? I asked myself. The sun still battling the curtains but raising so to where it was up to my own steadily rising and falling comforters. Ask yourself, Zachary Walker Hanson: Do you indeed find Dave attractive? It sounds like an episode of something on Court TV. How sad.
I felt very dissatisfied. The fact that I could not answer my questions only made me...angry as well as hungry. I tried to be very gentle as I pulled the white comforter off of my pale legs and threw those thick stems over the side of the bed. I sat for a minute, listening to Dave's stable breathing behind me and then I got up slowly so as not to shake the bed. I walked over to the window and peered through the paper thin curtains at the life below the window. Although it couldn't have been too late, the Los Angeles streets were rambling with cars and jay-walkers and horn's blaring and people yelling. It's way too early to be awake. I couldn't help but wonder why no one else had woken us up. I walked over to the door, taking one last look at Dave lying so peacefully in our bed and turned the nob, thankful that it didn't squeak, and opened the door, walked out, and closed the door in one fluid motion as if I had snuck out of many a sleeping boys rooms. My thought's frightened me. Our bed. Sleeping boys. How weird.
I walked into the makeshift kitchen and noticed the note that sat on the counter underneath two bottles of orange juice, condensation glistening on the sides. I read it to myself.
Zac and Dave:
We have gone out for breakfast.
There are Poptarts and orange juice or money if you want to go get something warmer.
Tay and Scott went out for breakfast on their own and could be back any time.
Don't get into trouble,
Walker.
Great. Time alone. Maybe I will discuss this with myself over a shower.
I climbed into the firm stream of water and it hit my chest with great force as I pulled the shower curtain closed. I leaned against the wall for a second and then grabbed the soap and rubbed it into a lather in my hands. I transferred the suds to my bare chest and worked from there. My mind drifted from the shower and back to Dave. What was our status? Well I definitely felt very strong about him. No, he's just my friend. Then I remembered my earlier pledge to think clearly. Try to be like Taylor: confident and intelligent. Alright, he is definitely a nice guy, great companion, funny, amusing...good looking. He made me feel ways I had never felt before.
My mind snapped back to reality and I noticed that my fist was wrapped tightly around my cock which stood stiff and ready at attention. I didn't know what came over me then because I began to jack off like nothing I had ever seen. My thoughts were mixed up: not necessarily about Dave but about the past few weeks in general. There was, of course, Dave, Tay and Scott and their adventures, the wonderful friends we had made, and the work we had and hadn't gotten done.
My hand was expertly running itself over the shaft of my cock, faster and faster, each stroke bringing new pleasure and thought. I thought of Dave's face and how the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he smiled and his eyes seemed to light up when I made a lame joke. He always laughed at my jokes. He was such a great guy and I could not help but think about another shower time between the two of us. How his eyes clenched closed as he orgasmed then came in the shower that afternoon. The pleasure overtaking his face as he watched me do the same.
That day was better and yet more confusing than any before and any after. I still felt guilty for the way I had treated him. Another vision of Dave came to me as I let my hand have a mind of it's own. My wrist was aching as well as my elbow but I was determined to hold it as long as possible to get a clear image of Dave's face. And image came to me then, a clear one of the first day we had met and became friends. His brown eyes sparkled with excitement as I was whacked over the head with a Teen People.
It came then, the explosion. It was better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. I clenched my fist over my cock and let my seed flow out and over my hand. I moaned with the pleasure and slumped against the white tiled wall. One last release and I slid to the floor of the bathtub. The water rushed over my face and hair and chest but I didn't notice. Only the visions of Dave and the pleasure could penetrate my mind.
Dave
I opened my eyes and instantly cringed at the sunlight that was being filtered in through the thin window dressing. I closed them again and let my mind adjust to the green, blue, and red light that I watched dance over the insides of my eyelids. When that started to make me dizzy, I cautiously peeked into the hotel room that I was curled up in. The light wasn't as harsh this time around and I accepted it with knowledge that it must be far into the afternoon. I moaned as I folded back the comforter and threw my legs over the side of the comfy bed. I sat hunched over and I brought my hands to my face where I wiped the sleep from my tired eyes.
I wasn't prepared to stand but I did so despite my body's warning of motion sickness and I almost toppled back down to the bed but I managed to steady myself on the soft mattress. I let my mind spin for a minute before attempting to stand again. I stay up entirely too late, I need to work on that. It was then that I noticed that there was no other occupant of the bed. Where had Zac gone? Had the others woken him up already? Had I been left behind? My thoughts turned into panic as I forgot my tired state completely and ran from the room, opening and closing the door in a flash. I looked straight to the kitchen where I half expected Zac to be snacking on Kool-Aid and a banana. No Zac. With no hope, I settled for a second leaning on the counter for support. My tired state returned to haunt me and I realized that I was in desperate need to take my morning relief.
As I made my way to the bathroom I became aware of the faint sound of rushing water. The shower was on so that must mean someone was home. Good. Gladness washed over me and I realized that I had panicked because without Zac, I would have nothing to do until he got back.
As I padded to the bathroom, I thought of what I would do in there. Say Hi to Zac, dummy. Make sure it's him. Duh. That made sense. I opened the door and the steam floated out in waves over my face making my forehead glisten with condensation. I walked into the wafts of water in it's gaseous state and opened my mouth to speak when I was greeted by an unfamiliar silence.
Aside from the water there was nothing else. I mean, I know what it sounds like when you take a shower: water sloshing about, bottles of shampoo dropping, maybe even soap, and sometimes there was humming or even singing. But in this bathroom: nothing. "Zac," I finally asked the silence.
Easing my growing panic, Zac pocked his head out of the shower curtain, red-faced and wet, and cracked an odd smile. "Yeah. Uh...how long have you been in here?" I noticed he did look a bit uneasy and if he was trying to cover it up he wasn't doing such a good job for the phony smile planted on his face was not very convincing.
"Only a few seconds Zac, calm down. When did you wake up?" I wasn't trying to press for my answers but it sounded like it, even to me. Yet Zac didn't seem to notice and only brought his face back inside the safe steam of the shower where he then said, "Um...about ten minutes ago. Then I got straight into the shower." I knew he was lying. Why he felt the need was none of my business so I didn't ask.
"OK, well, I'm going to go have a Poptart...I'll see you later." I didn't wait for an answer before walking straight out of the bathroom and shutting the door to the steamy room. Feeling cooler already, I whipped the beads of water from my face and took a deep breath. I couldn't think of why all of the sudden I was so nervous. Maybe it was what I was then thinking. The vision came floating back to my mind: Zac hidden behind that shower curtain, stark naked, covered in glistening water and red-faced from not enough breathing air. That thought alone threatened to give me a hard on right there in the doorway. I leaned my back on the door and thought about my options. It wasn't hard to make a decision.
I walked back into the bathroom, making sure to close the door and lock it behind me, and stood in the middle of the small room for a minute before saying aloud and to the shower curtains themselves, "Can I join you?" The water stopped sloshing in the tub and the curtain rustled as Zac stuck his head out. His expression unchanging, he nodded and retreated behind the plastic wall once again.
Undressing wasn't particularly hard if I didn't think about it too much. I tore my shirt over my head, in the process messing up my already disheveled hair, and threw it to the floor. I slipped off my boxers and kicked them next to my discarded shirt on the floor. The steam already shown on my skin as I brought a trembling hand to the white plastic shower wall and drew it back. Zac was against the other wall as I climbed in. He held a sponge in his hand and was lathering it over his chest in wide circles, watching me step into the steamy chamber with him.
I didn't waste any time in picking up a large body wash puff and grabbing the shower gel and letting a few drops slide out of the bottle and onto the the interlaced plastic. I starred for a second until setting the bottle of body wash back onto the lip of the bathtub and spouting, "Can I wash you?"
Zac
I was startled by the question. Almost, it was what I had wanted but could not utter for fear of rejection and embarrassment. I was glad Dave had had the courage to ask, for I never would have. I tried to smile, presenting myself as open to suggestions. "Yes," I uttered.
Dave looked me over and took a step closer so that he was almost to me; the bathtub wasn't any large size after all. He reached over my head and pulled a release on the drain valve which caused to water to slowly start to rise, filling the tub with water from the shower head. He then reached around me to close the shower valve and the water immediately stopped, sending an eerie silence echoing throughout the bathroom. The steam began to settle and I noticed Dave was in a cloud of water, making his image seem angelic.
He said one word and I followed. "Sit." So I bent my knees and dropped down into the soapy water. it came to my waist and when I moved the soap flowed off my body. Dave followed but stepped over me to sit behind. I scooted forward to make it easier for him and sighed. This was all very weird and I was unready for it. But he seemed confident which only boosted my curiosity.
He dunked the puff into the sudsy water and lifted it back up and let it rest on my shoulder. Some of the water flowed over my shoulder and down my chest and back into the water. Dave decided this wasn't what he wanted and reached around my body to take the sponge from my hand. He dunked that into the water and, I didn't see but I knew, he took the bottle of body wash in his hands and squeezed out a few drops onto the sponge as he had done with the now discarded bath puff.
He dunked it into the water to add some more soapy bubbles and then brought it back up to my shoulder and let some of the water drain and then he rubbed it across my back to my other shoulder then down over my shoulder blades and the small of my back.
The sensations I felt were unlike any other of it's kind. It felt so incredible to have Dave touch me in such an intimate way without actually coming in contact with my skin. He left goose pimples where the sponge drifted and soon I was shuddering from the arriving cold and his touch. All of the sudden the water shifted around us and his legs were on either side of me. I felt his dick brushing lightly against my backside and I was aroused immediately; my hard on rising to meet the lukewarm water.
He continued washing my back and then started small circles over my shoulders and neck. I began to relax. It was an odd feeling: I was being washed and I was on the brink of sleep because I felt comfortable and safe with him. I trusted him; I had never felt that way with anyone. He continued the circles and made them larger and they began to rise over my shoulders and down to my collar bone. The gentle brush of the sponge and the tickling fall of the water made me feel taken-care-of and safe with Dave.
Then he did something I did not expect: He put the sponge and his free hand on my shoulders and began to pull me back into a leaning position against his own warm body. I accepted it and almost didn't feel like myself. This would have never happened in a million years. And if you had asked me two weeks ago if it would ever, I probably would have socked you in the nose for even thinking it.
Against all my thoughts, I settled back onto his chest and closed my eyes as he caressed my skin with the soft sponge. The soapy water cleansed my skin and I lay comfortably wedged into Dave's underarm. I could feel his presence hovering over me. He watched the sponge intently as he did what he was set to and made sure to have the utmost care so as not to harm or startle me in any way, or so it felt.
After awhile of this bathing, he actually finished my back, chest and arms then he started working on my stomach, carefully working his way down my happy trail and into the area which I usually washed myself. He hesitated for a second, waiting for a reaction, and when I gave none he continued on, rubbing the sponge into the space between my thighs and the light brown tufts of hair before he worked his way to my dick. I didn't even flinch as he began to wash me. The sponge felt good roughly (yet gentler than a baby's touch) cleaning me.
He was soon done there and I had felt quite satisfied although nothing had taken place. Just his touching me--anywhere--kept me satisfied. I felt as if I could turn and wash him the same way and hope he could comprehend what I felt right then. I wanted to lavish affection upon him and hold him and tell him how I felt. I was unable, of course, but until then this was fine.
"Done. Now, Zac, you're pruning. We should get out. I'm also hungry." Dave's voice startled me, just because of the interruption in my peaceful silence that I was locked into. But it was a pleasure to hear it and I leaned my head as far o the left as possible to get a glimpse of him. His hair was damp and drying quickly, his face was pink like he had just taken a hot shower. He looked sweet as always and it made me smile.
"I agree. Thank you," I added. He smiled back and I sat up straight and stretched my arms up. Dave stuck his hands under my arms and tickled me and I couldn't help but giggle because I had anticipated it. I stood up, then helped him to his feet. He reached back and pulled the release on the shower head and the warm water rushed out of the spout again and washed the remaining soap away from our bodies. I shivered and looked to Dave who was inspecting himself for any last traces of soap suds. I pressed the stopper and the shower went off and then a I reached to open to valve on the bath tub. A gurgling noise arose from the hole in the tub and I giggled despite myself.
The water slowly drained and I opened the shower curtain again to see the bathroom as we had left it: clothes on the floor and steam on the mirrors. I stepped out onto a towel and helped Dave out after me. There were no words exchanged from then until we both had towels wrapped around our waists and were gathering our clothes and dirty towels from the floor and I and he had ran a comb through our hair.
I was about to open the door when I glanced back at the bathroom to make sure it was in fine condition. I saw Dave standing there looking positively radiant--it seemed as if he as glowing--and I smiled at him. He smiled back and said, "Thank you Zac."
"For what?" I was quite confused. After all, it was he who gave me the sponge bath and the confident expression and grin that I wore now.
"For letting me. I can't even describe..." He trailed off. I felt as if something had changed inside my nose and tears stung my eyes.
"No, thank you. That made me feel so...so....I don't know. But thank you." I tried to look as sincere as I felt about my statement. When I felt that he had accepted what I presented to him, I went to him and gave him a warm hug. Cheek to cheek we stood until I feared I might never break away. I let go and took a step back. I grinned at the flushed look he had plastered on his face. What I wouldn't give... I thought. Then he did it.
Dave moved stepped to me and brought his soft lips to mine in an unexpected yet welcome kiss.