Zac had gone through a heart-wrenching, sex deprived two weeks since he openly cheated on, and then fought painfully with Taylor. The band's tour had gone on throughout the chaos, and the quality of the boys' music was arguably at an all-time high. The music was the only way Zac and Taylor were communicating. No words had been spoken since that night in Denver. Ike was used to sibling snits, usually finding himself in the middle of them, but now he was a clueless onlooker to the bad blood. One week into the fight, at the Seattle tour stop, he dared to ask Taylor what the silence was all about.

         "Artistic differences," Tay snapped. That was that.

         Each concert brought a fresh round of Tay's outgoing antics with female fans. He knew it was the only way he could keep driving Zac nuts, and even though actually fucking one of them would've been the more-than-ultimate form of revenge for Zac's carnal betrayal, Tay just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not even with another man. He still held a burning passion for his brother deep in his heart. He silently went back to his dressing room each night and waited for a knock and an apology. It was the only way he would accept Zac back into his bed, but it never came.

         Instead, Zac, determined to keep looking sexually satisfied, motioned to have a hot looking guy from the audience be directed to his dressing room during four of the eight concerts since Denver. He did it by signaling to a security guard between the band's main set and their first encore, so Taylor would see exactly what he was doing. What Tay didn't see was that once everyone went into their respective dressing rooms, Zac would simply flirt with the hunks, give them an autograph and send them on their way. Alright, so the autograph he gave one of them was attached to a pair of his cum-stained briefs, and, OK, he did give one of them a quick blowjob, but he didn't particularly enjoy it. A boy slut has needs. He needed some sweat-breaking, cock-draining, ass-bursting, flesh-aching man sex soon, and it looked like his sessions with Tay were in an eternal nuclear winter. Zac knew where he could get some fulfilling dick meat. He aggressively jerked a huge load off at the thought: Hanson would be playing Los Angeles in 3 days.

         Zac didn't have to do the searching this time. JTT knew how to find him. Zac saw him in the fourth row of the Universal Amphitheatre, a eye-catching young bimbo on his arm, but assuredly only for the paparazzi's sake, since Jon didn't take his eyes away from the drum stand the entire night. The irony that Zac was punishing his brother for having meaningless interactions with girls while forgiving Jon for the exact same offense never crossed his mind. He needed cock.

         Zac had an obviously disinterested guard deliver an intricately crumpled note to Jon, which the young thespian wisely decided to tuck into his pocket until his date, Malibu Barbie, shuffled off to the can to moisten her cleavage. The message was simple, but the utter filth of it was enough to make Jon spring an instant hard-on, the slick head of his prick bursting through his underwear fly and painfully straining against his blue jeans.

         "I'll be over at midnight," the note began. "Your cock is mine, bitch."

         Actually, Zac got there at 11:56. Jon's eight inch prong was in the horny drummer boy's mouth by 11:57, they were both moist and bare-ass naked by 11:59, and Jon's first sperm rockets of that early morning squirted against the back of Zac's throat at three minutes past twelve. They proceeded to screw for almost seven hours, grunting like pigs and screaming at the top of their lungs, not giving the slightest fuck about who heard them. It felt way too good to care. They did it on the couch in the den, the floor of the kitchenette, against the bathroom wall and dangling off the side of the bed. One time, Zac did the screwing while Jon laid his boiling hot body down on the cold wooden kitchen table and took the pounding with pride. An hour later, Jon sat on the toilet and held his fat cock in place while Zac turned his back and lowered his hungry hole down, inch by inch, until his bubble butt was hypnotically bouncing up and down the length of Jon's wet pole, Zac screaming "Fuck" every time he slammed down on the entire shaft. The glorious sound of the two teens' musky nuts slapping together ricocheted off the marble tile.

         It was while Jon shot his sixth load of the night, the third one to find its final resting place up Zac's bung hole, that Zac realized what he'd been missing over the prior two weeks. He'd missed fucking someone who knew just how nasty he could get, and definitely missed fucking someone whose body was just as tireless and durable as his. Jon was better than Tay in the sack when it came to stamina and having absolutely no inhibitions. Zac was certain that if he wanted Jon to carry him out onto Wilshire butt naked and pump away at his irresistible boy pussy, Jon would do it. The two of them created a pure sexual volcano, no strings attached.

        "I'm cumming again, you fuckin' god!" Zac was now standing on top of Jon's bed, his climaxing cock aimed squarely at the face of a sitting Jon. The rising sun snuck through a space in the curtains, the slant of light perfectly striking Jon's smile. His cheeks were still covered in dry cum, as were his crotch and asscrack. Ditto for Zac, who stood, a mass of young sweaty muscles, churning out what he knew would be the last spunk of the morning. Cock a doodle doo.

         "Give it to me, Zac. What the fuck are you waiting for? Shoot that hot white cum all over my goddamn mouth."

         "UUUGGGHHH, SHIT!" Zac suddenly collapsed forward, his spasming dick pinning Jon's face down on the pillow. "Take it. Swallow my seed! Christ, I love it motherfucker! OHHHHHH!" Jon smiled wide, baring his sparkling white teeth against Zac's dark cockhead as blast after blast of hot Hanson jizm made them even whiter. Jon smacked his lips together, running his tongue all around his mouth to devour the final load of the fuckfest.

         Zac threw his head back, looked down at J.T.'s cream-covered mug, and threw it back again, the veins of his long neck standing on edge, one last droplet of sweat falling from his wet mop of blonde hair and down his tan cheek in the sweet sunlight. He shuddered and came up short for air before finally dropping like dead weight beside Jon, panting through an ear-to-ear grin. The final tally: 12 blowjobs, 8 assfucks, 13 orgasms and about a pound of sperm, not to mention 2 completely exhausted teen idols. Not bad for seven hours of sex, Zac thought. It was his last thought before peacefully drifting off.

         He woke up almost two hours later, a lot drier, but more or less in the same position. The beauty of Jon's nude physique lay on its side in front of him. Jon was trying to stare deeply into his eyes and was caressing the now-brittle hair by Zac's ear. The sunlight was stronger now, the curtains helpless against the bright intruder. Zac knew he had to leave soon, but he didn't want to. Lately, he wasn't being adored this way. It felt great. He was still an animal in bed, but suddenly tenderness didn't seem like a complete waste of time. Tay had always tried to be more tender. Damn. Tay.

         "What are you thinking about?"

         Zac's eyes quickly moved to meet those of his inquisitive partner.

         "Huh? Nothing."

         "For a minute there you looked like you were in some other world or something."

        Zac wished Jon would stop talking about the damn stuff he was thinking about. The more he was forced to think about it.....aw, shit. Too late. Zac felt his eyes start to slightly well up. He knew a trained actor like Jon would catch onto his sorrow immediately.

         "Don't bullshit me, Zac. What's up?"

         Zac told him about the whole fight as fast as he could, getting it all out in under three minutes and only shedding one teardrop. Jon had suspected that Tay's physical relationship with Zac had taken on an emotional potency. This confirmed it. He sighed and caressed Zac's cheek. Not so long ago, this kid had broken into his apartment. Now here Jon was, sharing his bed and his body, and now his past.

         "Listen Zac, you weren't the first Zac in my life. You were the first in my ass, but not the first in my life." Jon took a deep breath and continued. "I thought Zac Bryan and I were going to have this sort of relationship, only deeper, you know? We had such emotional closeness, and that led to flirting, and then one day we kissed. It was powerful, man, and I thought 'Wow, we're really gonna become boyfriend and boyfriend.' He was a little more subdued about it. I should've seen the signs, but I didn't. So the day after the kiss, I headed back to his dressing room, planning to, you know, make it with him for the first time. But another young thing had beaten me to the punch. Holmes. He was deep inside her when I opened the door."

         "Holmes," Zac repeated with rapt attention. "Katie Holmes?"

         "No. Sherlock. Of course, Katie Holmes! Stop sounding like a showbiz amateur."

         "Gee, sorrrry!" The whole thing made Zac laugh, but a deep-rooted nerve had obviously been struck within J.T. "What are you telling me this for?"

         "I'm telling you because what you have with Taylor is rare. INCREDIBLY rare, Zac. You have to patch it up with him."

         "But....."

         "Don't! Don't start screaming it was his fault! You know you were the one who jumped to conclusions, and you were the one who made it worse by parading worthless bums into your dressing room."

          Zac was surprised by Jon's swift tongue lashing, but he nodded in agreement.

        "What Taylor does with those girls is all about business. It's not betrayal. Trust me, Zac. I know all too well about betrayal. This ain't it. Go french kiss and make up."

         "But what about us?"

         "We'll be what we were meant to be: a great one night stand whenever you play the Tonight Show or I shoot a movie in Oklahoma. Only if you want. I mean, this is sex. It's great, Zac, but that's not the only thing you share with him. Go do what you have to do." Zac smiled and nodded. How did he ever get so lucky? And why couldn't he get lucky again? He devilishly tugged on Jon's recovering erection.

        
         "Can I at least do you again before I go?" Zac asked with a helplessly devilish grin.

         "With pleasure." Jon stretched out and propped up his pillows so he could watch Zac's soft lips coax yet another load of tasty sperm out of his heavenly cock. "With SO much pleasure!"

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