Chapter 17: Tattoos
"What are you doing?" Zack laughed as I rolled back over with a black pen in hand. For the past couple hours we're been messing around, taking pictures; joking around and doing just random crap that if normal people were to walk in they would probably call the mental hospital closest to us.
"Giving you a tattoo." I replied casually taking the lid off of the pen and putting it on the end.
I bit my lip as I started drawing the large K on his bicep, swirling the tips and then making it bolder by coloring round it so it looks solid. It looked pretty fancy after a while and then I did a fancy S next to it as well, again making it bolder by coloring round it. Underneath I wrote 3rd Feb 2001 and then looked up at Zack to see him grinning down at me.
"What?" I smiled making him shake his head and take the pen from me.
"I like it that's all." He replied. "Give me your wrist then, my turn."
He sat up and all of a sudden I'm on his lap, my legs round his waist and my eyes on him as he draws his initials on my wrist. His handwriting is sharp and pointy usually but he's furrowed his eyebrows as he draws the ZC neatly. By the time he finishes writing 22nd Oct 2000 it looks like a proper tattoo and he seems pretty pleased with himself. He looked up at me this time, his blue eyes seemed brighter somehow and his hair's been messed up making it scatter across his forehead.
"Are we one of those matching couples now?" I joked raising an eyebrow as his lips spread out into a giant smile.
"Yep." He smiled and threw himself forward making me grip onto his shoulders and let out a sound of surprise as my back hit the mattress again. He grinned and started typing on my phone before pointing it at me. "Let's see the tattoo."
I covered my eyes with the wrist he had drawn over and then grinned widely as he laughed and took a picture. When I moved my wrist he still had the phone pointed at me and suddenly he's tickling my waist making me squirm underneath him and burst out laughing. He laughed too and then he stopped leaving me breathing heavily and holding tightly onto his wrist as he typed something with his other hand.
"Gorgeous" He winked down at me and smiled when I blushed. He gave my phone back and I saw he had logged in and then out of twitter. I logged back in and smiled when I saw the latest tweet from him. He's put the picture of me covering my eyes up with the tattooed wrist and then another one of me laughing, not facing the camera but facing the side trying to get out of grip of Zack. You can see his knees in the corner of the pictures and he's captioned it: My awesome tattoo skills @KendallStylesOfficial
I looked up at him and he grinned widely. I clicked the 'tweet' button and pointed the phone at him, rolling my eyes when he turned his body to the side and flexed his muscles. For a fourteen year old boy they're impressive let me tell you that. I snapped a picture and captioned it: This is what happens when I have a flight in three hours but @OfficialZackCowell comes along...
I locked my phone after tweeting it and after giving up in trying to wiggle out from under Zack I reached over and plugged my phone into the charger.
"You're tiny." Zack pointed out when I started tapping my hands against his knees to a random tune of a song I can't remember the name of.
"It's called fun sized." I corrected him with my eyebrows raised in a cocky way. He lent forward, holding himself up with his elbows either side of my head and his hands pushing my hair back.
"It's called tiny." He smirked. I hate when he smirks 'cause it's not like normal smirks. Normal smirks are cocky and arrogant making you want to punch the wall nearest you. Zack's smirks have always been just casual and weird. They don't make you want to resort to violence because he tends to smile or giggle afterwards making it cute. If he doesn't make it cute he makes too damn hot to ignore by flicking his head and running a hand through his hair while biting his lip. It's like he knows that it kills me and does it for the hell of it.
"Fun sized." I muttered.
"Tiny." His hands slid down the tip of my head down so my head's balancing on his hands. "But since you're leaving soon we'll just go with fun sized."
Before I could respond his mouth was on mine and I was kissing him back without hesitation. He smiled, pulling his lips apart; away from mine as he shook his head and let out a throaty chuckle.
"What?" I whined noticing his dog tag dangling down in the space between us.
"Nothing it's just that..." He stopped and looked up to meet my eyes. The color of his eyes softened a bit and he pecked my lips quickly. "Three weeks ago I wouldn't have thought we'd be here right now."
"What?" I asked. "In a hotel? I thought that was pretty obvious since we pretty much live in them now." I shrugged and he gave me a look suggesting I'm absolutely out of my mind.
"What?" I repeated for some reason smiling.
A huge smile was printed on Zack's face as he shook his head, his hazel colored hair falling onto his forehead but I pushed it back up again so I could see his eyes.
"You're cute." He grinned.
"We've already established that now come here." I smiled as I curled my fingers on the chain of his dog tags and pulled onto it making him duck his head down. I tilted my head as his lips came into contact with mine again, no space between his bare chest and the hoodie covering mine.
"For the record." I whispered before kissing Zack again. He opened his eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down. He smiled as I whispered; "I wished we'd end up like this."
His mouth came down hard on mine after, rough but still gentle as he moved his hands from my hair down to my hips leaving tingles shooting everywhere. They weren't competition to the fireworks exploding in my stomach and mind though, but still caused me to pull him down a bit further and moan a bit.
He groaned and my hips started to sting as he dug his fingers into them but as he pushed his mouth harder to mine and I started running my hands through his hair again the pain stopped. He whimpered and dug his fingers further into my hips when I tugged on a bit of hair and I grinned suddenly, tugging again making him groan. I slid my hands down to his cheeks to find them hot and as I pulled away from the kiss I saw the redness of them. He's sweating, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy like mine, beads of sweat on my face and no doubt a blush on me too.
"Fuck." He muttered. "I'm not going to survive the next three weeks, not after that I'm not."