Dave

The Hanson suite door slammed loudly behind us but we didn't really care, that's what we were there for - to make NOISE!

My fingers were still entwined with Zac's as they had been while we walked from the elevator. Yeah, it was risky, but Zac and I were too high on the fun of acting immature to care. Now that I think of it, If Tay had ran in and announced that Scott had fallen off the balcony while they were making out we probably would have looked at him and laughed. Not that I find the thought of my oldest brother plummeting to his death amusing or anything, it's just the effect Zac has over me.

A giggle caught in his throat as I was brought back to the submissive reality I was flying in. "What is it?" I asked as I noticed him reading a napkin, obviously there was writing on it, but I guess reading a napkin sounds better so I’ll go with that, Dave-logic I tell ya, Dave-logic.

"Kids, we've gone out to dinner (Bob' Clint' Frank and I) Won't be back till later so keep yourselves out of trouble please," Zac shamelessly mocked his father. "Kids! Ha!" he announced gleefully. "I'm a MAN!" he shot me a sideways look with that smug half grin he makes a habit of intriguing me with.

"Gee Zac, never would have thought," I hit back sarcastically.

He pulled his hand away from mine effectively in disgust. "Dave?" he asked pleading with those puppy dog eyes. "Even after all we've been though your denying my manly-hood?" I knew he was kidding so I humoured him.

"No Zac I-"

"No, stop, wait." He shoved his hand in my face in a classic talk to the hand coz my head aint working style. Well, that was how we said the phrase anyhow. "Don't you find me attractive anymore Dave?" the look on his face was so sincere that I had to fight with myself in order to prevent myself from cracking a grin.

"Zac, you're more attractive than a chocolate cake with sloppy whipped cream on top," I replied, hoping that one had got me out of the hole I had just managed to dig myself and fall into.

"Now there's a thought." The real' carefree Zac grinned at me mischievously.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, BOY!" I laughed and smacked him upside of the head.

"Hey!" He resorted to stepping backwards luring me into the centre of the living room area where the real war could begin. Grabbing a pillow from the sofa behind him, much like he had done the day before after he whipped my ass yet again at (insert game name here). Erotic memories came flooding back to me as I remembered how close our lips had come to touching in the most passionate non-sexual way imaginable. I think I was blushing because when I looked up at Zac the twisted smile playing on his lips said it all.

"Watch who your calling BOY David!" he smirked throwing a pillow at me forcefully. I took up my weapon once again and immediately swung it round and smacked him right in the side with it.

"Hey!" Zac yelled again giggling.

"A REAL man would be able to fight Zachary," I laughed emphasising his full name.

"Wait a second," he dropped his pillow and headed for the bedroom door knocking on it lightly. No answer, he opened it and checked inside, next to the bathroom, no one there , this thing with Tay and Scott had seriously slapped us with paranoia on a huge scale.

"Who you looking for, Zac? Checking I haven't got an army hiding in the closet to beat your ass with?" I joked. He looked around at me seriously showing that my comment didn't amuse him in the slightest. Once he checked in the kitchen he grabbed the pillow from the floor and yelled gleefully returning to his normal playful self.

And so the pillow fight continued.

After hitting each other non competitively for a while as I warm up I guess Zac got serious and smacked me round the head with his weapon. I lunged forward grabbing him by the waist, knocking him back onto the sofa. He was sitting upright so I did my best to restrain him by straddling his thighs and hitting him with all my might. Which wasn't much compared to him as almost instantly as I thought I'd won he grabbed me, pushed me off of him and sent me flying backwards onto the floor with a thud that' yes' really DID hurt my butt. "Ouch, geez Zac, I'm only little!" I laughed rubbing it effectively.

"Oh, sorry," he said honestly getting up off of the sofa. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I smiled.

"It's okay."

I noticed that he hadn't let go of my hand yet, his strong hands of softened stone clung to mine tightly. I glanced up at him and noticed he was staring right back at me now. I was shocked when a playful grin streaked his features and he grabbed both my wrists and held them above my head with one hand, he then resorted to poking me in the ribs with the other. With each prod I stepped a little backwards until I was pressed up against the door where we had entered ten minutes before.

"Owww, hey, ahh, okay, okay I give, you win, YOU WIN!" I laughed as he continued to poke me. I knew I couldn't win now' so I did the unmanly thing a man could possibly do, I gave in.

"Woohoo!" Zac yelled, letting go of my wrists. I smiled at the pure sense of joy that he showed after that one little triumph. "So now what?" he asked quietly' changing mood dramatically.

"why don't we do something fun?"

Zac

Dave looked at me with a devilishly intent look on his face.

"What are you thinking?" I asked slowly actually scared for the first time by what he meant by his last comment. "Why don't we do something fun? Define fun, D."

"Oh you know," he grinned.

"I do, wow, those How To Talk Telepathically For Dummies books must have really paid off for you D, because I have no clue what you're thinking," I rebuked.

"Ah man!" he clicked his finger. He looked up at me. "Look at you, Zac, your hair's all messed up."

Fine, change the subject, be like that, confuse me, see if I care!

He grabbed the band that was holding back my blonde curtain of shoulder length hair and pulled it out, but instead of instructing me to turn around so he could tie it back again he continued to run his fingers though it. It was a nice sensation, especially when Dave did it because it was like we had this little connection where everything he does to me just feels so good. I groaned involuntarily closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath, truth be told, Dave turned me on and I was powerless to stop it.

"Like that do ya?" he whispered as if I was a doggy he was stroking.

"Yeah," I tried to say, but I wasn't sure if it actually came out; he took my breath away.

"Zac?" he asked quietly drawing me to open my eyes.

"You'll probably say no, but, can I k-kiss you?"

I widened my eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was literally speechless. What should I say? If I said yes our friendship’ would be totally screwed up and turn into a relationship’ I guess, if I said no our friendship was screwed because it would just be too awkward even trying to communicate knowing that we'd come so close but I had pushed him away. The friendship was screwed none the less so I took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

I don't think he really knew what do after I consented. I think he was expecting a hostile reaction like beating the crap out of him in a burst of homophobia. He subconsciously licked his lips and leaned towards me. As our mouths connected I closed my eyes slowly knowing that this was some kind of symbolic agreement for him to do what he liked with me. My mind was mashed up and I had no idea what was going on so I let him be dominant for once.

He stood up straight after having been leaned against the wall and slipped his arms around my shoulders. He ran one of his fingers across the back on my neck, which caused me to physically shiver. I felt him smile at my reaction to him, what did he expect, that was the type of effect he had over me.

I suddenly felt light-headed and latched onto his waist to prevent myself from falling over. I twisted my hands around the bottom of his shirt and finally found the small of his back under it. When he teased my bottom lip with his tongue my eyes flew open, it wasn't like I minded, I wanted to do that, I was just surprised that he had that sort of interest in me!

He pushed me backwards in order to get me to the sofa but failed miserably as the back of my knees crashed into the coffee table located somewhere behind me and I subsequently fell to my next destination: the floor.

"Fork!" D cried, not expecting the sudden lack of me in his arms.

"Ouch," I groaned looking up at him.

"Now you know what it feels like," he grinned.

"Whatever," I frowned. I whipped one of my feet around the back of his knees causing him to fall himself. I giggled as he crawled up to me and kissed me again. It was weird, wasn't this what I wanted? Didn't I want him to freely show his affection? Yes, was the answer to both of those, yes I did!

He knew just what to do from there, purposely running his hand across the heated bulge showing itself shamelessly through my pants.

"Ohh" I moaned quietly. He knew I liked it. I leaned back' not actually knowing where it was leading but knowing I needed relief quickly because if not I was sure to pass out right in front of him. He pulled away from my lips and looked into my eyes, that devilish grin returning.

Dave

I was happy and totally going with the flow. The reactions Zac was having to me were just, amazing. I liked kissing him, I liked it more than I thought I would. His soft pillowy lips felt better than they looked, which is hard to imagine, but it's true.

He groaned when I brushed my hand between his legs. That was what did it for me. Just the sound of his aroused moaning sent me flying. Then I had an idea.

Grabbing the waist of his pants I unbuttoned them and yanked the zip down with impunity. The gasp I received proved he wasn't expecting what I had just dared to do.

"D, I-" he tried to say, but was lost for words when I carefully unbuttoned his boxers and retrieved the erection which was now impossible for him to conceal.

"Dave," he groaned breathlessly as I started to relieve him from the pent up tension he was expressing.

Scott

"I guess we should go and get something to eat," Tay was saying as I watched him pull up his pants and button them up again. I was still lying in bed with a sheet wrapped around me, my arms behind my head, contentedly watching my boyfriend return to a dressed state.

"Yeah, I guess we should," I replied not actually knowing what he said, I was too full, happy and free to listen to even what the person I loved had to say at the time.

"Hello, earth calling Scotty?" he sat down next to me turning the shirt I had ripped off of him an hour before back in the right way.

"Oh, sorry," I grinned sweetly up at him. His forgiving eyes lingered with mine for a moment before he suddenly yanked the sheet wrapped around away from my tummy' brought his lips down on my tummy and started to blow farting sounds with his mouth on it. I yelled in laugher, it really did tickle.

"You getting up now?" Tay said in between then returned to his newfound activity.

"Yes, yes, okay!" I giggled. "Hee, the things I do for love, eh?" I smiled at him when he looked back up at me.

"So where do you want to eat?" he asked finding my boxers on the floor as he walked over to the window and threw them at me. He then found how much money I had in the wallet in one of the pockets of my jeans that he was turning in the right way for me.

"Depends how much YOU can afford," I grinned, snatching my money away from him and put my trousers and shirt on again.

"Why don't we go back to my place and get some of MY money then?" he asked grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him. He wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me quickly before pulling me out of the bedroom.

We walked out into the hallway looking around for anyone, no one was there, especially no photographers, Tay grabbed my hand again. Man, I loved him, he was just, so, so, right for me! We entangled our fingers together as we rode down the elevator looking over the lobby. It was way past 1 in the morning so I guessed he was intending to eat at a 24/7 McDonalds or something, how glamorous!

Walking down the Hanson suite we didn't really say anything. I got his room card out from his back pocket and handed it to him with a sparkle in my eye. As the door swung open, to my horror and Taylor's too, we witnessed something we never thought we'd see anyone apart from ourselves doing, especially two members of our very own family.

Zac sprawled out on the floor with Dave lying on top of him, hands held together tightly, making out. I looked over at Taylor hoping it was some kind of dream or something but the utter shock expressed on his face explained to me that this was no dream and the look of deers caught in headlights’ Zac and Dave showed meant that they obviously felt the same.

"What the??" Tay muttered. He grabbed my hand for support.

"Guys, what the FORK are you doing?" I retorted with anger instead of shock. Parental, oldest brother mode setting in.

"Crap" Zac sat up and tried to zip his pants up again.

"We, uh, Scott, I can explain, we uh-"

"We were, making out. We-"

"Don't tell Aspen!"

"Yeah, don't tell Aspen, we've like, TOTALLY screwed up the plot here."

"Yeah, totally, we just, we couldn't help it!"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, okay," I sighed rubbing Tay's hand with my thumb. "We won't tell Aspen, just, just, don't get caught!"

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aspen's note: i'll pretend i didn't see that! *whistles nonchalantly and lets the four sneak out of the room*