Tipton Visitors
Chapter One: "Macks Arrive"
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A long, drawn out groan escaped Zack's lips as he watched the silver elevator doors sliding shut for what must have been the thirtieth time that night. Another pair of clearly cheating snobs, dressed in their tight red dresses and business attire with the ties already being untied, riding up in that silver coffin to ruin their marriage once more. He couldn't stand the sight of another, so found himself sliding down against the counter and starting on his phone. It was late, and no one else was booked for the night.
He had already 'checked' the husband in earlier in the day with a blonde bimbo, while laughing about his wife having no clue.
The bimbo and the check in, only lasted a hour.
"How ignorant can you be…?" Zack muttered, making sure once again to jot down the man's phone number.
The way he saw it was that if you cheat on your wife and are stupid enough to give out your phone number to a receptionist with death daggers for you, then it was your own fault when your belongings were on the pavement when your got home. Heck, he still handed out Cody's phone number when he gave details for things he didn't want his fiance Maya knowing about. Not that he would cheat like this douchebag. Which is something that what annoyed him about his family and friends. They had always expected him to swap from girl to girl, never settling down or getting attached.
Marcus and Woody had even attempted to set him up with a hooker, the NIGHT he announced his engagement to Maya. He still shivered to himself when he realised that said hooker was Max, a girl that he once thought he might end up with.
Smirking to himself, Zack thought back to the year his 'innocent' twin brother spent sleeping around with anyone with a hole. Also usually something long and hard on their other end. Of course, this was while he and Bailey were on a break.
'Cody is SO gay… Wonder when Bailey's gonna find out.' His thoughts had drifted to the men his twin once slept with. The man sighed, knowing that he couldn't tell her.
He was still shocked Cody had gotten away with it, when he was forced to hide a young twink under the bed when Bailey came home unexpectedly early one day. Not that he could blame Cody, when the oldest son of the Ross Family Empire comes knocking you do NOT deny him.
Not with THAT level of flexibility and submissiveness.
He still had the video Cody send him of the boy basically folding himself in half, in order to suck himself off as Cody 'went to town'.
"Uh… hello?" A man's voice came from over the counter.
Snapping out of the mental image of the oldest Ross boy's perky white ass, and causing Zack to almost drop his phone.
'Damn it! I need to put that stupid bell back on the counter. It's not a ring-for-sex toy!' Zack kicked himself.
Quickly getting up, the man's head slammed against the counter and he groaned in pain. Still, he got to his feet to greet whatever sleazy man was waiting for him.
"F-F…" Zack went to swear before noticing the guests and awkwardly stumbling out his normal formal greeting. "Hello there, Welcome to the Tipton Hotel. My name is Zack and how can I be of assistance?."
Staring back at him was two young parents and a group of four clearly unrelated teenagers, with confused expressions, with each of them wondering why the receptionist had been under the desk. The pair of boys in the group giggled at him, with only one trying to bite back his laughter. Zack couldn't blame the other one, since he would have been laughing his ass off. Especially when he would have noticed the receptionist's raging hard on.
"At least you didn't walk into the front door… like someone…" The first of the two giggling boys teased, showing off his dimple ridden smile.
"JB! Don't be mean…"
Zack couldn't help but smile at the adorable pout and blush on the second boy's face.
"Please excuse my, uh, un...professionalism - god that's a Cody word." Zack hissed under his breath, amazed with himself for remembering it.
"It's fine… you're still not in my top ten for unprofessional hotel employees…" The women replied, shivering at some of the slobs she had spoken to over the years of being on the rode. "You at least have your clothes on…"
The women was ignoring the odd looks that she was getting from the four teens.
Zack gave her a soft smile.
Now he got a good look at the woman, he had to admit she was quite the looker. She looked young, or was at least pulling off an attempt with the biker jacket. Zack couldn't help but want to wolf-whistle at her tight jeans and half-shirt.
"Good to know… I wouldn't want to embarrass myself in front of someone so-"
The man, obviously fake grinning, cut in.
"So… we have a reservation under the name Quinn for three rooms…" The man responded, not liking how Zack was almost eye stripping her. A slight smirk crossed his lips as he continued. "Actually… I might have but it under Bowie. Oooor under Quinn-Mack. Do you remember what it was, honey?"
"Since when do you call me honey, Bowie?"
"Since now HONEY!" Bowie responded, hissing slightly.
The shortest of the teens stepped up to the counter, rolling her eyes at the pair of immature adults. "Sorry, I thought this might happen so I changed the reservation to Mack."
"Oh right… I'm guessing you're Andi then? I remember that phone call when you said that your parents were a little… forgetful"
"Yeah!" Andi grinned, surprised that the receptionist was so handsome.
"Well, Welcome to the Tipton Andi Mack!. I hope you enjoy your stay here. If you need anything, just ring down and let me know." Zack smiled, checking the group in.
Ignoring the looks he was getting from the rest of the group, including a confused glare from the formally dimple ridden boy.
Handing over the room key, Zack remembered the girl's odd requests for before they checked in. "Oh and we managed to get your requests for the room done… Through I'm still not one hundred percent sure why you wanted a cubby house with coloring pencils in it…"
The woman stared at her child. "You did what?"
"I got them to set up a miniature Andi Shack?" Andi blushed. "… and remember… Cyrus's parents are paying…"
"We came here to find Marty, not to sit around in Andi Shack!" The other girl rolled her eyes slightly despite smiling.
Andi pouted. "But what if we want to make him something, it wouldn't be right not to do it in a Andi Shack!"
"... we'll just show ourselves to the room. Thanks… uh, Zack?"
"You are VERY welcome. I hope you enjoy the request your lovely daughter asked for your suite…" Zack replied, winking slightly.
The woman smiled, leading the four teens to the elevator.
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Zack was now left to stare back at Bowie, offering the taller and broader man a cheeky grin while they stood in silence. He knew that hitting on the man's girl like that would warrant a harsh response, but the Martin twin was having too much fun with it to care. He considered trying to flirt with Bowie a little, as he certainly was attractive too, but thought it better to tease a little more before sending him off for the night. He would have his chance later, especially if any of the group used the pool in the morning.
Or, if he was lucky, went for some late night skinny dipping.
Including the cute, but obviously jealous ridden, dimple smiling boy.
Those, Zack found, were the best kind of guests. He never had to worry too much about them, always opting to watch or join in. For the most part he would just swim with them, but every so often the Martin would let a cutie cop a feel before they got out.
"I hope you enjoy your stay sir. Maybe I can interest you and the kind woman in a complimentary massage tomorrow? I know it can be very stressful dealing with four children like that." Zack offered, still grinning wickedly at Bowie.
"Well… we were meant to help find Marty…" Bowie replied while running his hand through his hair slightly, thinking.
At the actual consideration of getting a massage, Zack swore under his breath. He didn't know the first thing about massages.
Luckily he knew someone that did.
As Bowie accepted.
"Goodnight sir… and enjoy your stay…" Zack smiled, grinding his teeth.
'And thanks for making me have to call my brother…'
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When the spinning doors to the Tipton Hotel began and a long, high-pitch shout rang into the hall, Zack found another drawn out groan coming. As if calling in his brother for such a small thing wasn't enough, but Cody just had to be loud and dorky as well. The long-haired twin barely had time to groan before a pair of arms were tightly wrapped around him, squeezing the life out of his body.
"Oh Zaaaaackieeee!" Cody's voice was high and still slightly squeaky. Already Zack could see the mischief in his eyes. Of course his twin knew just how to play on his weakness: Noise. "God it's been months since I saw you last! You should call a little more, I love coming back to this old place. You know that, right? Course you know it, we grew up here. How have you been?"
Oh he hated Bowie, for forcing him to call in Cody.
"Ugh… your beginning to sound like Bailey…" Zack shivered. "Spec that night the girls suggested… swapping for the night…"
"Ugh, please don't remind me of that night. Maya was… controlling." Cody replied, with his own shiver.
He missed Zack's mutter of her always being that way.
"Ok, so we done being all loud and… gay?" Zack raised an eyebrow, wiggling a little in his twins grasp. "The sooner you're in your room and away from me, the better."
Cody rolled his eyes and let go. "Rude as ever, I see."
"Well you deserved it for the time you came in here as a DRAG QUEEN on the weekend we had Mr. Tipton doing a inspection. You are lucky that London was here and willing to help save the hotel for the right 'payment'." Zack hissed.
"It's wasn't THAT bad, Zack. Lighten up!" Cody responded, the boy having grown the mischief streak due to missing Zack and having to live with Bailey's shockingly conservative family. "And I assisted you with paying London her 'price' if you remember. It wasn't just you in there."
"It sure felt like it." Zack teased, causing Cody to roll his eyes. Smirking slightly, Zack extended the room key. "Want me to show you the room?"
Cody grinned. "Has my room been prepared, service boy?"
"Yeah, yeah. I made sure to take a HUGE dump on your bed just before you got here."
The nerdy twin shook his head, smiling softly as he turned for the elevator, while his brother set for the stairs. When he raised an eyebrow, he got a shudder in response.
"No way." The memories flooded back in. "I know what's happened in that elevator…"
"True it was the same elevator that led to Mr. Moseby becoming our step-father…" Zack shivered, as the twins both remembered the night they had caught their mother and Mr. Moseby.
At least Mr. Moseby had transferred to New York soon after.
The Martin boys resigned to the stairs, making small talk as they climbed the many flights up to their floor. Ironically, it happened to be the same floor that the Mack group had booked, and a now shirtless Bowie had Bex pressed up agaisnt the door while attacking her neck. His hands were down her pants, clearly gripping her ass as he held her up. Her moans made Zack groan slightly, biting his lip as he began to harden again. The sight of Bowie's rugged chest wasn't bad, either, but certainly did more for Cody that his bisexual twin brother.
"I see that your stay has been good so far…" Zack smirked.
"Shi- Oh, uh, h-hey… sorry, we'll… uh, we-we'll just…" Bowie stuttered, with the man's face redder than a tomato.
"It's fine, Mr. Quinn. We hope that you enjoy your stay, and if this makes you enjoy it…" Zack smirked. "Oh yes, and your masseuse for tomorrow has arrived.
A little lust dripped from Bex' lip as she looked at the twins. She was obviously a little drunk. "Since when was there two of you stud muffins?"
"Since we came out of our mother?" Cody shrugged.
Earning a slap to the back of the head from his twin, who admittedly wanted to reply with something very similar.
"Have a nice night, Mr. Quinn and Miss. Mack. I will be just down the hall if you need anything during your stay…" Zack laughed to himself as he quickly shoved Cody into the room, who was busy waving a friendly goodbye to the guests.
All the while, Zack mentally picturing himself having a threesome with the parents of young Andi. Not that he would ever get the chance or would have.
Heading down the hallway, Zack opened the door to his suite and led Cody to the only bedroom.
Informing his brother that they would have to share for the night. Shrugging, as they had done that numerous times over the years, Cody simply collapsed onto his brother's bed, sighing as he allowed himself to sink down into the softness.
The semi-darkness of the room was relaxing, with the only light being that creeping in from the hallway through the crack under the door. He put his hands behind his head, ready to fall asleep then and there after having been rudely awoken by his twin and dragged to the Tipton just so that he could give a couple a massage the next day. On the bright side, he thought to himself, Zack was paying well enough for his services. And the guy was very sexy, too. Even if the short-haired twin prefered twinks to hairier men.
As he laid their in Zack's king sized bed, with his twin next to him Cody couldn't help but groan at how uncomfortable the bed actually was.
"Damn, dude… these sheets are crusty as fuck…" Cody groaned. "How much do you fuckin' jerk it? Don't your cleaners ever actually do anything…?"
"Would YOU clean that shit off the blankets every night?" The other twin replied.
"No… but… they should." Cody muttered.
Cody grinned a devilish smile. "Well just remember how much jizz you and I got on the sheets growing up here. We can't really complain about a few crusty blankets, bro."
They both giggled, remembering all the nights they would spend up till 2AM shooting their little loads into each others hands and trying to see who could last longer or shoot the most spunk. At first they kept a score, but eventually forgot about it and found themselves just doing it on instinct. Cody was always more eager to help get his twin's rocks off, but said brother was always happy to play. Both of them glad that Cody took over the washing, since their mother was beginning to give them weird looks about how crusty their sheets were becoming. A weird knowing look that forced both boys to shiver and near puke, at the idea of their mother knowing.
Eventually Zack had the 'brilliant' idea on how to hide their loads, his example being sucking his twin brother until his hot cum filled his mouth.
Cody had to admit that this was Zack's greatest idea.
This grew over time not just to their mouths, but also emptying into each others asses. Usually Zack's in Cody, who found himself cumming onto the sheets as his brother used his ass like a toy.
"I seem to recall that YOU, dear brother, were the one who suggested we jerk it in the first place." Cody snorted as his hand moved down to discreetly palm his hardening bulge. "Wasn't it that Kyle guy from school who told you about it? No, no, Kyle was the drug dealer. Wait was it Jesse… no but we did watch the sexy singer jerk it… ugh who was it!"
"Trevor… and since I needed a way to nut in our bedroom and you were always around…" Zack shrugged. "So it was either do it with you, or do it in front of you."
Zack smirked, remembering that their first time happened to be both options.
"And I did. And you were panting like a dog wanting to touch my dick!" He teased, quickly groping his twin.
Said twin sighed in response.
"You are impossible…"
"No. I'm a sexy beast and you know it!" The long-haired twin chuckled to himself, loving the other's groan.
Cody snorted again and rolled over slightly, which made his twin to the same. He could feel Zack's breath on his face, warm and slightly minty. Just like the first time he stole a taste of those soft lips and felt that tongue slide between his own. The memory of Zack's mouth, the warmth and dominance from the slightly older twin, how Zack would always bite his bottom lip as he pulled back, dragging Cody with him.
A shudder ran down the nerd's spine.
"F-Fuck…" Cody ended up moaning out, the boy biting his lip a little to hold back from releasing the entire moan.
Grinning widely, Zack asked a lust-filled question. "Oh? Are you wanting me to fuck you little brother?"