Rating:NC-17 romance/violence
Summary: The true life of Tipton Hotel.
(Just in case, I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody or else it would contain all of this. xD)
Chapter Two: Memories Of Yesterday And Discussions Of The Present
Rating: NC-17
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Zack moaned, falling on the side of the bed. His moan was joined with another's, their bodies numb and tired. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the sweat beating down his head. Sliding his hands down his body, he looked up at the person next to him. His lover's blonde hair was stuck to his head, full of sweat; his eyes had that tinkle of joy in them.
"Zack, man, that-that–that was . . ."
"Exciting," Zack added, moving his slim body slowly up the bed, up to the face of Jesse McCartney. Their lips touched for a brief second until Jesse wrapped his hands around the back of Zack's neck, pulling him closer, both of their lips opening. Their tongues joined, Jesse tasting his own juice inside the walls of Zack's mouth. Zack let his hands wonder down to Jesse's hips, holding them lightly until they parted.
"We need to take a shower," Jesse whispered into the younger boy's ear until nibbling on it, Zack slightly moaning with delight. Getting up from his position, he held onto Zack's hand, leading him to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he cut on the hot water, pulling Zack in with him.
Immedently, they were kissing together, the water trickling off of them both, down their backs and onto the floor of the shower. Jesse leaned down on his knees, leaning against the wall as Zack also bent down, their lips still in tact. Jesse's hands run through the damp hair that stuck on Zack's head, resting them on his lover's shoulders; Zack let his lips part, Jesse's tongue entering through to clean the juice off of the roof of his mouth.
Zack was pushed against the other wall, Jesse lying on top of him. Jesse licked the side of Zack's mouth and down his chin, removing all the mess they left. "Do I taste good?" Jesse asked with a chuckle, looking at Zack's eyes.
"Like candy," Zack answered, standing up with Jesse.
Saturday Afternoon
The lobby wasn't as crowded as usually as Maddie straightened up the candy counter, rearranging the candy to her liking. With the same old customers, she had to sell as much as candy as when there were more guests each day, but now that it was the same people entering and leaving, she couldn't lose any tips or payroll.
"I'd like one Chocolate Kiss, please."
Maddie had been asked by so many people different things, she had gotten used to telling them she didn't have that popular candy because . . . well, she didn't. But this was something she was sure she didn't have. "No more. Sorry."
"No, from you." Rolling her eyes, "Zack – " Turning around, she saw Trevor standing there. His button-up shirt had been unbuttoned, showing a Hollister shirt. On the side of his shirt read 'Hi, My Name Is' and written neatly in red ink was 'Trevor.' "Trevor!" she shouted, running to the other side to give him hug.
But he surprised her with a kiss first, then a hug. "It's been, what, two months?"
Maddie had known that it was two months, and three days, but she wasn't going to admit it. "Yeah, I guess." She pulled back, staring in his eyes. He chuckled, slipping his hands up to hers, pulling them down. "Where are all the other Merits?" she asked, going back around the counter.
"Oh, they're still on the bus, deciding the height of the hotel in feet," Trevor explained, and they laughed for a slight moment. "I'm also here for something about an eighth grade meeting? I don't know; something about some eighth graders who are the smartest in the whole U.S.."
"That's why so many kids are running around," Maddie added, pulling a candy bar off the shelves and handing it to him over the counter. He slipped the rapper off, and cracked the bar in half, handing one to her and began munching on the other. "I wonder if Cody made it," she then said.
"Cody Martin? I hear he's the smartest kid in Boston."
She nodded, chewing on the peanut-filled candy.
Saturday Night
London stepped forward, looking at Lane's face. "Maybe-maybe we shouldn't," she simply said, stepping back to reach for her robe, but Lance grabbed her arm.
"London, you said at the pool we would do it," he replied, tightening his grip around her arm. She tried to let loose, but he held on, never going to let go.
"Oh, let go!" she shouted, and he suddenly released her.
"You promised."
"I – I never promised anything, Lance," London cried, slipping the bathrobe up her arms, hiding her undergarments. Tears began streaming down her face, bleeding her mascara down her cheeks.
"London, I'm sorry," he tried to comfort her.
But she turned her back, looking outside the window. "Just go, Lance."
And, without an answer, he grabbed his black and white striped boxers, slipping them over his tanned legs, along with his white undershirt over his two-pack. He walked towards the door, running a hand through his brown, curly hair. Turning back to face her, she was quiet, looking at the window.
A strange reaction sent a chill down his spine; looking down, Lance saw he had budge in his boxers.
Later
Lance lived in one of
the lower bedrooms in the hotel, so he wouldn't have to cross the city just to get to work. He crossed the empty hall of the penthouse, stepping into the empty elevator. He pressed all the buttons, not wanting to back to the room without doing something.
Upon arriving on the first floor, the sound of shoes scraping across the floor startled him at first, seeing as he was half-naked, but when he saw it was Trevor, he felt somewhat relieved. "Trevor? You still here, dude?"
Trevor, shocked to see a good friend in his boxers, nodded. "Yeah, they put me back here for some meeting." He stepped towards his friend, and they hugged for a couple seconds until he felt something poking at him. Looking in between the space between them, he saw that the button hole was poking out.
"What happened?" Trevor asked, blushing as he looked at Lance.
"London kicked me out."
"London? Why?"
"I don't know. But I gotta go jerk off."
"Well, here." Trevor stepped to the door next to them, slipping a key into the keyhole. Instantly, the door opened and showed a luxury bedroom/kitchen/living room entitled with bathroom. "I got some tapes," he said with a sly grin.
Stepping inside, Lance locked the door, slipping the "Do Not Disturb" just in case. He watched Trevor remove his shirt, showing a muscular torso, slipping off the belt to allow his pants to slip off, showing a pair of white boxer-briefs. Jumping onto the bed, Lance followed him, watching the T.V. click on and exposed things that brought both their manhoods to life.
Lance felt pre-cum jump out, soaking his boxers. With a somewhat sly grin, he opened the button hole, exposing a six inch cock with juice falling on all sides. Trevor, already pulled down his boxer-briefs, watched in amazement the sight of another cock; his was only five-something inches. Trevor shook his cock slightly, making a jet of cum shoot out. Lance laughed, toying with his own balls. Trevor's cheeks began burning red as he saw Lance moan with pride, watching cum shooting up on his stomach. Leaning down on his back, Trevor got a full view of how much cum landed on Lance's stomach.
"Need some help, there?" Lance called quickly, sitting up.
Trevor nodded, leaning back. Lance easily leaned over, gripping one hand on his friend's chest, his other hand at the base of Trevor's manhood. Slowly and teasingly, he let his tongue wiggle up and down the top, sending sparks through Trevor's body. Lance, sooner than he thought, let his mouth cover the head, Trevor slightly shaking as he felt something build up in him.
Lance began choking, Trevor was moaning; all of it happened to fast, and that all that mattered was Lance lying next to Trevor just before he closed his eyes.