After dropping Everly off at Clara's the next morning Quinn was tempted to go home and fix breakfast for Zac as an apology for making him cry yesterday but he didn't. Instead Quinn found himself going to the coffee shop where he had met Zac, sitting in the same booth he had been in when he met him as well. It was the usual Sunday morning routine for him, right down to ordering his coffee all black.
Quinn was just about to take a sip from the coffee when someone walked in who caught his eye. He had never talked to the man but he knew who he was and when he came to sit down at Quinn's table it was apparent he knew who Quinn was as well.
"You're Zac's roommate," the blue eyed man spoke as he sat down across from Quinn. Quinn just nodded finally taking a sip of the hot liquid in his cup. "I'm Taylor," he finally introduced himself but Quinn already knew his name. He already knew all of that because of Zac.
"Quinn," Quinn told him though it came out harsher than he had expected. All he could do was watch as Taylor cringed slightly before blushing.
Taylor didn't say anything for awhile. He even refused to order a drink when the waitress came by to check on Quinn. "I...I've been watching Zac off and on since our break. I've also been watching you because I wanted to make sure he was in good hands."
Laughing at Taylor's revelation, Quinn took a long drink of his coffee, "I'm sure Zac would love to know he's been spied on by the man who broke his heart," he replied sarcastically though he knew deep down Zac would love this information. It would give him hope that Taylor wanted him back and that they can work on things. Quinn really hoped he never found this out.
"He probably would," Taylor smiled obviously not having caught Quinn's sarcasm filled words. "I never meant to hurt him you know," he defended as if Quinn cared and maybe deep down he did because he was finding himself so pissed off at Taylor. How does one start cheating with no intention of hurting the other person?
When the waitress came by again Quinn asked for a refill before speaking to Taylor. "Yeah well you did," he nodded remembering how broke Zac had been. "But he's better now. He has a few weak moments but he is better now," he smiled hopeful that Taylor couldn't see that even he was not sure just how better Zac was doing.
Taylor shrugged as if he didn't buy Quinn's words, "He'll never be better unless he has me back," he stated sounding so cocky. "I know about the visits he makes to the apartment I share with Alex," he smiled now almost like a kid in some fucking candy store. "That's why I came to you. That's why I need to talk to you Quinn."
Rolling his eyes Quinn took a deep breath but nodded, giving him permission to continue with his words. He wasn't sure what he was going to say but he was expecting something stupid. Maybe being a dipshit ran in the Hanson family.
"I want you to tell Zac that I am leaving Alex soon," Taylor finally continued with his words. "That's why I am stripping. I am saving enough money to leave him. I'm ready to come back to Zac."
Picking up his coffee Quinn took another long drink, ignoring the burning sensation on his tongue and in the back of his throat. He's stuck on how to reply to Taylor now. Did he lie or did he go with honesty? He figured either way it may not help him in the end. If he lied and said he would, Zac would hate him when Taylor did come crawling back to him but if Quinn said he would do it and actually did it then Zac was going to be pushing away him and Everly until Taylor finally showed up.
Quinn was not sure why but the thought of losing Zac made his heartbreak.
"I'll tell him," Quinn lied with a smile on his face. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to get home," he nodded leaving a tip for the waitress before going to the register to pay. After he paid he didn't even look back to see if Taylor was still there. Instead he started the short commute back to his house, glad that he had decided to walk with Everly to Clara's house. He could use this time alone to think about his conversation with Taylor.
The first thing he thought about was how cocky the bastard was. How he thought Zac would never be better unless he had Taylor back. Zac could be better without Taylor. Quinn knew that and he thought deep down Taylor knew it too. He also thought Zac knew it as well but he wasn't sure if Zac would admit it when asked.
Swallowing hard Quinn then thought of him saying he was going to come back to Zac. It was that thought that made him dizzy and want to hurl up the nasty ass coffee from that coffee shop. Taylor coming back to Zac would ruin the family that Zac had grown into. It would ruin everything. Taylor would take him from them and whisk him off to god knew where before breaking his heart again.
"I can't let that happen," Quinn muttered under his breath as he took the stairs up to the apartment he shared with Zac. "I won't let that happen," he muttered again as he opened the door and went inside. He wasn't surprised to find Zac sitting on the couch playing some video game.
"I wasn't expecting you for another hour," Zac called out as he turned his head, giving Quinn a crooked smile. "You usually stay gone til noon on Sunday's. If I had known you were coming home at eleven I would have made you pancakes like I made myself," he said before pausing his game and standing up.
Quinn couldn't help but swallow hard when Zac stood up. Of course the dipshit was in just his boxers. He always thought that was acceptable house wear on mornings when Everly wasn't here.
Letting his eyes roam over Zac's body they quickly went to the bulge showing and that probably wasn't helping to teach Zac that it wasn't appropriate to wear just boxers in the morning on days when Everly wasn't here.
"You cook?" Quinn asked finally as he looked at Zac's face. In all of his years here he didn't ever remember him cooking before or even saying that he could cook.
Zac shook his head no at that question, "Well no," he shrugged before walking past Quinn and over to the freezer where he pulled out a box of frozen pancakes. "They were frozen pancakes but I'm sure I could learn to cook," he laughed as he put the box away. "Though I can't learn tonight. I have plans with Natalie."
When Zac informed him that he had plans with Natalie, Quinn walked over to the couch and plopped down where Zac had been sitting. He knew his sister-in-law was Zac's best friend but he didn't want him going out, not after his run in with Taylor. Quinn was afraid Taylor would be stalking them all day. He was afraid he'd deliberately run into Zac.
"What kind of plans?" Quinn asked almost wary to hear them.
Zac came over to the couch and sat down beside Quinn, "Just plans to go to a club," he spoke as he picked up the controller and unpaused his game. "I think I am ready to get back into the dating scene."
Gulping when Zac mentioned being ready to get back into the dating scene, Quinn just watched him play his game. Zac may have been ready to date but Quinn wasn't sure if he was ready for Zac to date. Though he couldn't pinpoint what his actual problem with it was. He wasn't sure if it was him dating and bringing men into his house, the thought that Taylor could come back during this time, or...no that wasn't a possibility. Zac dating didn't make him jealous
"I think I need to go to the studio today," Quinn lied as he stood up from the couch. "I....I'm not sure if I will be back when you leave or not."
Quinn didn't even have to look at Zac to know he nodded before yelling okay back to him. He didn't say anything back to Zac though, instead he slipped out the door making his way down the stairs and soon heading off to the art studio he had not far from his apartment. It's mainly for his photography but today he was going to take up Zac's favorite sport. Painting.
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Quinn wasn't sure how long he stayed at the studio but it was dark by the time he left. He was not afraid of the dark though so he made the trek back home in no time. Letting himself in to find the place unlit. Zac must have still been out or he would have at least left the light on for Quinn.
Turning on the light Quinn toed his shoes off before taking his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. He could come pick it up tomorrow and take it to the hamper. Right now he just wanted to get in bed and forget everything he had learned today. Forget that the possibility of Zac dating may have made him jealous.
Going down the hall to his room, Quinn stopped in his tracks when he heard the faint moans coming from his room. His fucking room. He was apprehensive on what he would find but he finally got his feet to move towards the door which he opened.
"Fucking hell dipshit!" he yelled as he turned on the light to reveal Zac on Quinn's bed getting fucked by a man whose face he couldn't see just yet, but when the man lifted his head as well, Quinn swallowed hard when he saw it was Taylor who was fucking Zac.
Zac looked up at Quinn like a deer caught in the headlights. A very scared deer caught in the headlights. "I....I thought this was my room," he slurred out as he pulled away from Taylor, pushing him back when Taylor tried to lean in and kiss him. "It was dark and I thought this was my room."
Glaring Quinn walked towards the bed, "Yeah well it ain't," he informed him before grabbing him up by the bun he had in his hair. "Now go continue fucking this main in your bed," he spit out not letting on that he knew the man was Taylor.
Zac looked down as he grabbed Taylor's hand, "He isn't just some man Quinn," he told him with a hint of happiness in his voice, a fact that Quinn hated. "This is Taylor. H...he told me he is coming back to me soon," he slurred more probably not even really getting the meaning of his own words. "He can't right now for good but he will soon."
"Joyous," Quinn muttered as he sat down on the bed, watching as Taylor lead Zac out of the room. After they had gone Quinn laid back on his bed and turned to face the wall. He tried to go to sleep but he couldn't, not with the images of Zac having sex with Taylor now ingrained into his head.
It also didn't help that he could now hear yelling coming from Zac's room and not the typical sex yelling. Instead it was an argument that lasted for what seemed like forever before Quinn heard the front door slam shut.
Closing his eyes after that Quinn was faintly aware of the door to his room opening. But when he felt someone slide into bed beside him he opened his eyes again and turned around, making out Zac's shadow in the dark.
"Taylor left," Zac spoke as if he could read Quinn's thoughts. "I..I don't want to sleep alone," he whispered before moving into Quinn and laying his head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for earlier," he sighed sounding so sad.
Going silent Quinn just watched Zac as he closed his eyes. He still smelt like alcohol and he could tell from the bulge touching his leg that Taylor left him before they could finish having sex. Biting his lip Quinn tried to ignore the fact that Zac's boner was turning him on. That along with the instant replay of him getting fucked that was still playing in his head.
"I'm sorry," Quinn whispered before inching his face close to Zac's, close enough for him to kiss him briefly on the lips. If Taylor wouldn't take care of Zac then god damn it he would. He would take care of him though he is unsure what this will mean for his not gay status.
Quinn was just about to take a sip from the coffee when someone walked in who caught his eye. He had never talked to the man but he knew who he was and when he came to sit down at Quinn's table it was apparent he knew who Quinn was as well.
"You're Zac's roommate," the blue eyed man spoke as he sat down across from Quinn. Quinn just nodded finally taking a sip of the hot liquid in his cup. "I'm Taylor," he finally introduced himself but Quinn already knew his name. He already knew all of that because of Zac.
"Quinn," Quinn told him though it came out harsher than he had expected. All he could do was watch as Taylor cringed slightly before blushing.
Taylor didn't say anything for awhile. He even refused to order a drink when the waitress came by to check on Quinn. "I...I've been watching Zac off and on since our break. I've also been watching you because I wanted to make sure he was in good hands."
Laughing at Taylor's revelation, Quinn took a long drink of his coffee, "I'm sure Zac would love to know he's been spied on by the man who broke his heart," he replied sarcastically though he knew deep down Zac would love this information. It would give him hope that Taylor wanted him back and that they can work on things. Quinn really hoped he never found this out.
"He probably would," Taylor smiled obviously not having caught Quinn's sarcasm filled words. "I never meant to hurt him you know," he defended as if Quinn cared and maybe deep down he did because he was finding himself so pissed off at Taylor. How does one start cheating with no intention of hurting the other person?
When the waitress came by again Quinn asked for a refill before speaking to Taylor. "Yeah well you did," he nodded remembering how broke Zac had been. "But he's better now. He has a few weak moments but he is better now," he smiled hopeful that Taylor couldn't see that even he was not sure just how better Zac was doing.
Taylor shrugged as if he didn't buy Quinn's words, "He'll never be better unless he has me back," he stated sounding so cocky. "I know about the visits he makes to the apartment I share with Alex," he smiled now almost like a kid in some fucking candy store. "That's why I came to you. That's why I need to talk to you Quinn."
Rolling his eyes Quinn took a deep breath but nodded, giving him permission to continue with his words. He wasn't sure what he was going to say but he was expecting something stupid. Maybe being a dipshit ran in the Hanson family.
"I want you to tell Zac that I am leaving Alex soon," Taylor finally continued with his words. "That's why I am stripping. I am saving enough money to leave him. I'm ready to come back to Zac."
Picking up his coffee Quinn took another long drink, ignoring the burning sensation on his tongue and in the back of his throat. He's stuck on how to reply to Taylor now. Did he lie or did he go with honesty? He figured either way it may not help him in the end. If he lied and said he would, Zac would hate him when Taylor did come crawling back to him but if Quinn said he would do it and actually did it then Zac was going to be pushing away him and Everly until Taylor finally showed up.
Quinn was not sure why but the thought of losing Zac made his heartbreak.
"I'll tell him," Quinn lied with a smile on his face. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to get home," he nodded leaving a tip for the waitress before going to the register to pay. After he paid he didn't even look back to see if Taylor was still there. Instead he started the short commute back to his house, glad that he had decided to walk with Everly to Clara's house. He could use this time alone to think about his conversation with Taylor.
The first thing he thought about was how cocky the bastard was. How he thought Zac would never be better unless he had Taylor back. Zac could be better without Taylor. Quinn knew that and he thought deep down Taylor knew it too. He also thought Zac knew it as well but he wasn't sure if Zac would admit it when asked.
Swallowing hard Quinn then thought of him saying he was going to come back to Zac. It was that thought that made him dizzy and want to hurl up the nasty ass coffee from that coffee shop. Taylor coming back to Zac would ruin the family that Zac had grown into. It would ruin everything. Taylor would take him from them and whisk him off to god knew where before breaking his heart again.
"I can't let that happen," Quinn muttered under his breath as he took the stairs up to the apartment he shared with Zac. "I won't let that happen," he muttered again as he opened the door and went inside. He wasn't surprised to find Zac sitting on the couch playing some video game.
"I wasn't expecting you for another hour," Zac called out as he turned his head, giving Quinn a crooked smile. "You usually stay gone til noon on Sunday's. If I had known you were coming home at eleven I would have made you pancakes like I made myself," he said before pausing his game and standing up.
Quinn couldn't help but swallow hard when Zac stood up. Of course the dipshit was in just his boxers. He always thought that was acceptable house wear on mornings when Everly wasn't here.
Letting his eyes roam over Zac's body they quickly went to the bulge showing and that probably wasn't helping to teach Zac that it wasn't appropriate to wear just boxers in the morning on days when Everly wasn't here.
"You cook?" Quinn asked finally as he looked at Zac's face. In all of his years here he didn't ever remember him cooking before or even saying that he could cook.
Zac shook his head no at that question, "Well no," he shrugged before walking past Quinn and over to the freezer where he pulled out a box of frozen pancakes. "They were frozen pancakes but I'm sure I could learn to cook," he laughed as he put the box away. "Though I can't learn tonight. I have plans with Natalie."
When Zac informed him that he had plans with Natalie, Quinn walked over to the couch and plopped down where Zac had been sitting. He knew his sister-in-law was Zac's best friend but he didn't want him going out, not after his run in with Taylor. Quinn was afraid Taylor would be stalking them all day. He was afraid he'd deliberately run into Zac.
"What kind of plans?" Quinn asked almost wary to hear them.
Zac came over to the couch and sat down beside Quinn, "Just plans to go to a club," he spoke as he picked up the controller and unpaused his game. "I think I am ready to get back into the dating scene."
Gulping when Zac mentioned being ready to get back into the dating scene, Quinn just watched him play his game. Zac may have been ready to date but Quinn wasn't sure if he was ready for Zac to date. Though he couldn't pinpoint what his actual problem with it was. He wasn't sure if it was him dating and bringing men into his house, the thought that Taylor could come back during this time, or...no that wasn't a possibility. Zac dating didn't make him jealous
"I think I need to go to the studio today," Quinn lied as he stood up from the couch. "I....I'm not sure if I will be back when you leave or not."
Quinn didn't even have to look at Zac to know he nodded before yelling okay back to him. He didn't say anything back to Zac though, instead he slipped out the door making his way down the stairs and soon heading off to the art studio he had not far from his apartment. It's mainly for his photography but today he was going to take up Zac's favorite sport. Painting.
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Quinn wasn't sure how long he stayed at the studio but it was dark by the time he left. He was not afraid of the dark though so he made the trek back home in no time. Letting himself in to find the place unlit. Zac must have still been out or he would have at least left the light on for Quinn.
Turning on the light Quinn toed his shoes off before taking his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. He could come pick it up tomorrow and take it to the hamper. Right now he just wanted to get in bed and forget everything he had learned today. Forget that the possibility of Zac dating may have made him jealous.
Going down the hall to his room, Quinn stopped in his tracks when he heard the faint moans coming from his room. His fucking room. He was apprehensive on what he would find but he finally got his feet to move towards the door which he opened.
"Fucking hell dipshit!" he yelled as he turned on the light to reveal Zac on Quinn's bed getting fucked by a man whose face he couldn't see just yet, but when the man lifted his head as well, Quinn swallowed hard when he saw it was Taylor who was fucking Zac.
Zac looked up at Quinn like a deer caught in the headlights. A very scared deer caught in the headlights. "I....I thought this was my room," he slurred out as he pulled away from Taylor, pushing him back when Taylor tried to lean in and kiss him. "It was dark and I thought this was my room."
Glaring Quinn walked towards the bed, "Yeah well it ain't," he informed him before grabbing him up by the bun he had in his hair. "Now go continue fucking this main in your bed," he spit out not letting on that he knew the man was Taylor.
Zac looked down as he grabbed Taylor's hand, "He isn't just some man Quinn," he told him with a hint of happiness in his voice, a fact that Quinn hated. "This is Taylor. H...he told me he is coming back to me soon," he slurred more probably not even really getting the meaning of his own words. "He can't right now for good but he will soon."
"Joyous," Quinn muttered as he sat down on the bed, watching as Taylor lead Zac out of the room. After they had gone Quinn laid back on his bed and turned to face the wall. He tried to go to sleep but he couldn't, not with the images of Zac having sex with Taylor now ingrained into his head.
It also didn't help that he could now hear yelling coming from Zac's room and not the typical sex yelling. Instead it was an argument that lasted for what seemed like forever before Quinn heard the front door slam shut.
Closing his eyes after that Quinn was faintly aware of the door to his room opening. But when he felt someone slide into bed beside him he opened his eyes again and turned around, making out Zac's shadow in the dark.
"Taylor left," Zac spoke as if he could read Quinn's thoughts. "I..I don't want to sleep alone," he whispered before moving into Quinn and laying his head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for earlier," he sighed sounding so sad.
Going silent Quinn just watched Zac as he closed his eyes. He still smelt like alcohol and he could tell from the bulge touching his leg that Taylor left him before they could finish having sex. Biting his lip Quinn tried to ignore the fact that Zac's boner was turning him on. That along with the instant replay of him getting fucked that was still playing in his head.
"I'm sorry," Quinn whispered before inching his face close to Zac's, close enough for him to kiss him briefly on the lips. If Taylor wouldn't take care of Zac then god damn it he would. He would take care of him though he is unsure what this will mean for his not gay status.
