He looked up to see the most beautiful sight in the world. Warm, golden eyes staring down at him, full , soft lips smiling at him, the smooth, vibrant voice that he loved so much surrounding him. Just as he was about to reach out, to finally feel the object of his desire in his arms once again, a harsh, alien voice intruded upon him. "Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to land."
The image before him faded as Taylor woke, once again levaing him empty and alone. For two years he'd been dreaming of Scott, dreaming of the love he'd found, and then lost, all in the course of a week.
The photographer had been caught, and prosecuted, but not before the photographs had made their way into the hands of Frank and Walker - including the ones of that fateful kiss by the fountain. The two fathers had agreed to keep that particular photo a secret. They'd also agreed it would be best for all concerned if Taylor and Scott were separated - and made sure the two boys had no further contact.
But Taylor had never stopped loving Scott, never stopped wanting him, never gave up on the hope that someday they could be together again. He'd sworn to his parents, his family, that once he was 18, he would leave. He would find Scott, they would finally be together, and no one would stop them.
Taylor was true to his word. They had finally finished touring and returned from Asia. He'd thought of Scott continuously and last night he'd made his decision. The Moffatts were in New York, so he'd grabbed a red-eye out of LAX. That had been at 10:30 PM Los Angeles time, and it was now 9 AM in New York. He was nervous, and he was exhausted, but he was finally there.
He hadn't seen Scott in 2 years, hadn't spoken to him. He had no idea how Scott felt now. Maybe he didn't feel the same any more. Maybe he didn't want to see Taylor.
But he had to know. If Scott no longer loved him, no longer cared, he would live with that. But he wouldn't, couldn't, live with not knowing any longer.
I wonder if he got that idea from Zac?
And Clint - Clint just looked scary. Finally his gaze fell on Scott and his breath caught in his throat. He was just as beautiful as ever - even though those silly sideburns made him look like a werewolf.
A canadian werewolf in New York?
Taylor smiled. Scott's hair was shorter and darker, and he'd filled out some, still slim but no longer so skinny. His bare chest shone with sweat, and his tight, ripped jeans rode low on his hips.
They started another song and Taylor's heart skipped a beat as Scott began to sing,
"First time I saw you, you were walking on the beach at night . . ."
As his smooth, rich voice filled Taylor's ears, he could hear the pain and sorrow residing there. His memory flew back to the last time he'd heard Scott sing that song. It was right after the fight, when he'd accused Scott of being ashamed of him, of them. Taylor felt his chest tighten, as his heart broke all over again. Watching the boy he loved standing on that stage, singing those words with so much passion was enough to tear his heart out again. It was slowly killing him.
The song ended finally, and Scott smiled to the cheering crowd, looking around the room. His eyes fell on Taylor and stopped, his smile faltering a bit. Taylor was frozen in place. Like a deer caught in headlights, he couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Scott's gaze left Taylor's face and once again scanned the crowd before him. "'Kay, we're gonna do one more for you tonight. Thanks for coming everyone, and have a great night."
The opening chords started, and Taylor relaxed a little, unsure whether Scott had recognized him or not. He sat enthralled - watching, listening. "Since November, I've been waiting for your sun rays to break through . . ." Scott put his whole heart and soul into his performance, and every member of the audience felt as though he we singing only for them. He looked directly at Taylor then, a slight smile on his face "I remember, when your eyes and the sky's, always shined so blue . . ." Taylor smiled back. He was sure Scott had seen him now. That had been way too cheesy to have been a coincidence.
The band finished the song and took their bows. While the rest of the crowd moved towards the bar and the door, Taylor slowly approached the stage. The guys had retreated into the wings and Taylor was trying to decide on the best way to talk himself past security. He walked near a guard surrounded by teenies when he heard his name being whispered loudly over to the right. He turned towards the voice and saw Scott gesturing to him from behind the scrim. Taylor smiled and worked his way around the guards and the crowd.
As he reached the area just behind the stage, he saw Scott, Dave and Bob standing by their equipment. Scott watched him closely, waiting for Taylor to approach. Dave turned to see what had grabbed Scott's attention. When he spotted Taylor his jaw dropped, then he frowned, running his fingers through his still spiky hair. He watched Scott and Taylor warily eye eachother, neither boy sure what to do next. Bob could feel the tension between them. He was never really sure of what had happened with those two. Scott refused to talk about Taylor. He wouldn't talk about anything that happened that week, and Frank would get angry and tight lipped whenever the subject was broached.
Bob watched the scene before him - Scott and Taylor acting nervous and shy, and Dave eyeing them with a weird mixture of hope and despair - and decided to break the ice.
"Hey Taylor, long time no see."
Taylor glanced at Bob, grateful. "Hi. It's good to see you again."
Dave sighed "Hi Tay, I was wondering when you were going to show up."
Taylor looked at him, confused. Dave had been one of their few supporters, but he didn't seem too supportive right now. Before Taylor could say anything, Dave grabbed Bob by the arm. "C'mon, let's find CT and get outta here."
They were alone. For two years Taylor had dreamt of this moment, prayed for it, and now that it had arrived, he was scared, too scared to speak, too scared to move. Suddenly he was sure he had done the wrong thing by coming here. No one seemed too thrilled to see him. He stared at the ground, desperately searching for something to say. He felt Scott's shadow fall over him, and looked up to find those deep, hazel eyes boring into him. They seemed so sad.
"Hi." Scott's voice was quiet. Taylor could feel the tears threatening, but refused to give vent to them. He hadn't cried since that night, that horrible night when they'd been torn apart.
"Hi." Taylor offered a shy smile, while his eyes begged for a sign from Scott, some show of his feelings. After an eternity, or maybe just a few seconds, Scott brought his hand to Taylor's cheek, briefly brushing the warm, smooth skin.
"I've missed you."
"Me too."
They grew quiet again, gazing into each other's eyes. Each remembering the pain, the sorrow, the heartache of the past two years.
"Scott we - we need to talk." Taylor dragged his eyes away again, afraid of what he would see, what he would do if he allowed himself to get lost in Scott's gaze.
Scott nodded. "How long are you in New York?"
Taylor shrugged, still staring at the floor. " 'Til I feel like leaving."
Scott raised an eyebrow, catching a glimpse of the pain hovering just beneath the surface of the deep blue pools hiding shyly behind long, thick lashes. He wondered at Taylor's response, but didn't push.
"We're only here for a few days" Scott paused, trying to think. "Where are you staying?"
"The Rhiga."
Scott smiled then. "We're at the Hilton, right down the block. Are you busy tomorrow?"
Taylor smiled, a small, sad smile. "No, I don't have anything planned."
Scott's smile grew wider, his eyes twinkling. "Good, I'll come get you at 11. We'll talk then."
Taylor finally looked up, hope pushing its way into his heart again. "'Kay."
"What the hell - Scott?" Taylor looked at his watch again in confusion. "I thought you said eleven?"
Scott laughed as he entered the room. "It is eleven, dumbass. You're still on LA- time."
Taylor closed the door and leaned against it, rubbing his face with his hands, and trying to wake up. "Shit, I am so sorry."
Scott continued to laugh. "No big deal, I know how bad jet lag can be, I've been there a few times myself."
The boys stood staring at eachother, unsure of what to say or do next. Scott took a step towards Taylor, his eyes drinking in the beauty of the boy in front of him. Shaggy blond hair falling into those lonely, sleepy, blue eyes and barely brushing strong, broad shoulders. His bare torso lightly tanned with well defined muscles in his arms and chest. A line of soft, blond curls starting just below his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband of snug jeans, the button still undone and the zipper barely halfway up. Scott let his gaze travel back up Taylor's body, until it fell upon the full, pink lips that had brought him so much pleasure once upon a time. He took another step and saw Taylor tense in anticipation, and - maybe - fear. He reached out and brushed the hair from those deep blue eyes.
"I missed you so much." As Scott's fingers brushed his forehead, and palm brushed his cheek, Taylor turned his face into the caress and closed his eyes. He couldn't speak. The realization that Scott might still love him, too much to handle all at once. His knees grew weak, and his breath came short and shallow.
Scott smiled and placed his other hand on Taylor's waist, pulling the other boy closer to him. They feel of Taylor's trembling body against his, finally, was overwhelming. All the emotions he'd buried for the past two years came crashing back to the surface. He pulled the boy tight in his embrace, and felt strong arms encircling his waist, pulling him even closer. Taylor buried his face in Scott's neck, his warm breath and soft lips brushing Scott's skin, and finally found his voice. "Don't ever let go of me again."
"I'm hungry. Wanna order up a pizza?" Scott followed and stood behind him, hands gently resting on Taylor's shoulders, their bodies melding, fitting together perfectly. He nibbled on Taylor's ear as he whispered,
"Me too, but not for pizza."
Taylor sighed and leaned farther into Scott's embrace. "Then what do you want?"
Scott let his lips slowly trail down Taylor's neck and shoulder, feathering kisses on soft skin, while his hand travelled down Taylor's chest, gently brushing one rock hard nipple, before continuing down to brush through the silky curls just below the waistband of his jeans. He whispered, "You," as he gently nibbled the hollow in Taylor's shoulder.
The blond boy moaned, and turned, his eyes smoldering as his lips sought Scott. With his tongue, Taylor explored the sweet, luscious mouth he'd missed so much, then began to suck, ever so lightly on Scott's lower lip, the sweet tender touches conveying longing and desire that had gone unfulfilled for much too long.
Taylor couldn't wait any longer, he crushed Scott's mouth with his own, his actions growing frenzied as his tongue darted in and out, probing the mouth that he'd once known so well, and his hands clumsily trying to unbuckle Scott's belt. But Scott pulled back, his hands holding Taylor's, his eyes dancing with suppressed fire. "Slow down, we have all the time in the world now."
He led Taylor to the bedroom and gently pushed him down onto the bed. He started the feathery kisses again, beginning at Taylor's warm, moist lips then tracing a lazy, winding trail down the boy's body, across his chest, pausing for a moment to gently suck, then nibble, then suck again on the rosy nipple in his path, rolling the pert nub on his tongue before continuing the trip down and down to his lover's waist. Taylor writhed in pleasure at Scott's touch, the light, almost non-existent touching arousing him in ways he'd never dreamed of.
Scott stood then, his eyes grabbing Taylor's. "I've waited so long for this - " his voice trailed off as he slowly stripped for the boy panting on the bed. Taylor smiled and licked his lips as Scott advanced on him, kissing him hungrily, then removing Taylor's jeans. He gazed longingly at his lover's hard on, raging purple and twitching in anticipation. Scott let his fingertips gently brush the sensitive underside of Taylor's prick, hearing the boy moan in pleasure. He then gently wrapped his fingers around, lightly tugging, barely applying any pressure. He grinned as Taylor's moaning grew louder. "You like that?" Taylor nodded as Scott increased the speed and pressure of his motions. He leaned in to suck the precum off Taylor's dick, savoring the sweet, salty taste.
Taylor's cries of pleasure grew louder as Scott licked his way up and down Taylor's cock, before nibbling on that oh-so-sensitive head. Taylor began to move his hips in time to Scott's caress, coming close to the edge of ecstasy. Scott removed his hand from Taylor's dick and began to gently caress his balls, while he put his lips around the hard, swollen shaft, letting his mouth and tongue travel up and down, each time letting Taylor a little farther in. He let his hands roam gently, rubbing Taylor's ass as he increased the depth of the blow job, now deep-throating the boy beneath him.
He felt Taylor tense as the orgasm started and took that opportunity to push a finger into Taylor's tight, smooth ass. Taylor screamed in pleasure as Scott caught his hot seed and swallowed hungrily, then continued to suck, milking his lover dry, his finger still gently probing the unknown depths of Taylor's ass.
When Taylor lay still, Scott withdrew his mouth and stared into the sultry blue eyes below him. He was still fingering Taylor, and the look of pure ecstasy on that angelic face made Scott increase his motions, gently pushing farther and farther. He watched Taylor's dick once again grow hard, then finally the boy spoke.
"Oh God - Scott - I need you - please, there in the drawer - " his voice trailed off into another moan of pleasure.
Scott grinned when he opened the nightstand.
"Glowtion?" He laughed quietly as Taylor sat up. Scott opened the tube and squeezed a generous portion into Taylor's hand, then coated his own hand and fingers. He knelt between Taylor's legs and spread the lubricant around, before once again inserting one finger, and then another, in Taylor's ass, while the other boy covered Scott's dick with lotion, sensuously caressing and pulling as he did.
Taylor gazed at Scott, eyes filled with love and lust. He leaned forward and kissed the boy tenderly. "I love you Scott."
"I love you too." Scott crossed his legs, sitting indian style on the bed, and Taylor climbed into his lap. He let his hands travel down Taylor's back, once again pushing his fingers in, driving Taylor wild. The blond boy moaned in pleasure.
"Please Scott - now. I need you." Scott moved his hand to find his own dick, now slick with precum and 'glowtion', and positioned it against Taylor's tight ass. With one quick thrust he was inside. Taylor screamed, biting his lip against the pain that felt so wonderful.
Scott rested his hands on Taylor's waist, as they slowly found their rhythm, a rhythm as old as time and as natural as the tides. The double sensation of Scott's cock probing his rectum and both of their bodies rubbing against his own hard dick, brought Taylor to new heights, nothing had ever felt this good before. He rode Scott harder and harder, their sweat drenched bodies moving as one. Finally Scott tightened his grip on Taylor's hips and pulled the boy down, while he thrust his own hips as hard as he could. The orgasm that ripped through his body sent hot cum shooting against the other boys prostate. Taylor cried out in pain and ecstasy, his own orgasm exploding through him. They slowed their movements, finding eachother's lips once again, in a long passionate kiss.
When they finally parted, Taylor caressed Scott's cheek. "Thank you." Scott smiled and embraced him even harder, he stared into the beautiful blue eyes before him and sighed. "Are you sure this is what you want? Are you ready for what everyone is going to say and do when they find out about us?"
Taylor kissed Scott again quickly, then rested his head on his one true love's shoulder. "I can survive anything they throw at us Scott, as long as we're together. It's being apart from you that scares the hell out of me."
Scott sighed again, and kissed Taylor's cheek. "I love you."
"I know Scott. I love you too."