Isn't This Supposed To Be Fun!?
Title: Isn't This Supposed To Be Fun!?
Author: darkbluerain (I has returned!)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zalex
Summary: Zack has a brilliant idea for stage costumes, but Alex is a little reluctant when he sees what Zack has picked out for him.
Disclaimer: Fake as my hair color. Title belongs to Farewell
Author Notes: RETURNATION!!! It may not be This Is Who We Are, but I figured I needed to give you guys something to read while I'm working on the next few chapters! This was originally posted as Ryan T/Danny Stevens on auditionslash, but I re-wrote a few parts and switched up the names to make it more ATLish. Please point out any mistakes or names I forgot to fix!
Dedications: Every single one of you.
"You have got to be kidding me."
But there is no humor in Zack Merrick's eyes when he holds up a true blue, straight from the Ren. fair, female courtier's dress.
Okay, maybe just a little bit.
"I figured the rest of us could dress up as knights or something and you could be the sexy maiden. The Maid Marian to our Robin of Locksley. For giggles. C'mon Alex."
There is no better description for the look on Alex's face than completely and utterly speechless.
"Have you been hitting the hard liquor?"
"You've worn women's clothes before, for fucks sake. It's the same thing, only without leg holes. Everyone else has already agreed to this."
"Are they in a fucking dress?"
Shocking him, Alex sees a bit of hurt flash in Zack's eyes, but it disappears quickly and is replaced by something Alex can't quite identify. Happiness? Scheming? Come to think of it, he really didn't want to know. Zack holds the dress out to Alex once more, pouting.
"You're the only one that hasn't said yes. Please Alex? After the show I'll pay you back for this somehow, I swear."
Knowing Zack, there's got to be some hidden meaning behind what he's saying. But Alex is a smart boy. No matter what it was their bassist had planned, it was bound to be interesting.
"Alright Zack. But just this once!"
Zack's face lights up and he grabs Alex by the wrist, pulling him into the nearest bathroom. "Sweet! First, we're going to have to make you more feminine. Those hairy legs have got to go. Maybe full manscaping."
Alex pales. He'd never really planned on going completely bare. What the hell had gotten into Zack? It's not like the crowd was going to see that much of him.
As soon as they enter the nearest bathroom Zack shoves a razor into Alex's hand and is shooing him into a stall.
"Go on! We've got to play in twenty minutes, and you have a lot of shaving to do."
Alex sighs and begins unzipping his pants.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
"I can't believe you went through with it."
"You're my hero now, Alex, you truly are."
"Are you wearing anything under that?"
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"
A grimace adorns Alex's face as Rian plants a kiss on his cheek. He wipes furiously at the spot and narrows his chocolate eyes. "Seriously, I hate you all right now. Especially a certain bass whore. Where is he?"
Quickly, Zack pops up behind Alex, snaking an arm around his shoulders. "Yeah, I've put you through enough torture tonight. Follow me, I owe you."
Picking at the gauzy sleeves of the dress he's still wearing proves to be an excellent distraction to Alex as he tries not to think of how Zack is going to 'pay him back'. The last time Zack 'paid' Jack back the guitarist had woken up with a half empty bottle of booze in his hand and smelling like Zack's cologne. Hence Alex's uneasiness.
"Zack, where exactly are we going?"
"Relax Alex. Ah, perfect."
Alex looks around in confusion. They're standing in one of the most remote area of the entire venue. Nobody but the occasional roadie or groupie offering sex came back here. Something clicks in Alex's brain and he looks Zack in the eyes.
"What exactly do you plan on doing, Zack?"
One arm pins Alex against the wall while the other pushes the dress up to his hips, revealing the boxers underneath. Zack smirks and palms Alex roughly through the thin material.
"Repaying you."
Zack's fingers sneak beneath the elastic of Alex's boxers, cupping Alex in his cool hands. The dark eyed boy groans deep in his throat and tosses his head back. "Fuck, man."
An even wider smile adorns Zack's face. His skilled fingers run up and down Alex's length. He strokes slowly, gropes lustfully, aiming to give Alex as much pleasure as he himself is receiving from this whole situation. Alex's expression redefines gorgeous, a thin bead of sweat already steadily making its way down his face. His eyelids droop shut and his hand strays to Zack's hair, tangling his finger's in the thick strands and pulling Zack's face to his, attaching them at the lips.
"Is this...how you repay...everyone?" Alex asks between fervent kisses. If this is how he'll get repaid, Alex just might start listening to Zack's crazy ideas more often.
Nipping Alex's lower lip playfully, Zack runs his thumb over the tip of Alex's cock, already wet with pre-cum. He actually takes a few seconds to think, and realizes that the only people he's repaid in such a way are Jack, Martin Johnson, and Seth Johnson. "Only when I really like them."
Not even a second later and Zack is on his knees, taking the frontman's hardened member between his lips. Alex moans as Zack's teeth scrape gently along it, his tongue soon following. Alex has never been the receiver of a blowjob before, and now he wonders why he didn't take Jack up on the offer when they were drunk five weeks prior. The bassist laughs, creating honey sweet vibrations, and takes more of Alex into his mouth. Inch by inch until Alex is practically hitting the back of his throat.
Alex was almost howling at the feeling of Zack's warm mouth around him. Never did he imagine he'd be in this position, in the back of a darkened venue, no less! His long finger's move to Zack's hair again, twisting up in it until he is almost certain he's ripped a bit of it out. Who knew Zack had such a talented mouth? Well, possibly quite a few people, but all that was on Alex's mind was that right now it was him, him and Zack, and nothing could possibly ruin such an amazing, mind blowing moment.
"Fuck Zack!"
Alex finally releases down Zack's greedy throat, leaving the man on his knees to swallow it all down.
Alex's chest is now heaving, the neckline of the dress soaked with sweat. Zack stands up, leaning against the wall beside Alex and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Where did you learn to use your mouth like that?"
"Tourzilla."
A few moments of silence pass between the two, and then...
"Hey Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have anything against dressing up as a pirate?"
...
"Not even gonna fucking ask."
Author: darkbluerain (I has returned!)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zalex
Summary: Zack has a brilliant idea for stage costumes, but Alex is a little reluctant when he sees what Zack has picked out for him.
Disclaimer: Fake as my hair color. Title belongs to Farewell
Author Notes: RETURNATION!!! It may not be This Is Who We Are, but I figured I needed to give you guys something to read while I'm working on the next few chapters! This was originally posted as Ryan T/Danny Stevens on auditionslash, but I re-wrote a few parts and switched up the names to make it more ATLish. Please point out any mistakes or names I forgot to fix!
Dedications: Every single one of you.
"You have got to be kidding me."
But there is no humor in Zack Merrick's eyes when he holds up a true blue, straight from the Ren. fair, female courtier's dress.
Okay, maybe just a little bit.
"I figured the rest of us could dress up as knights or something and you could be the sexy maiden. The Maid Marian to our Robin of Locksley. For giggles. C'mon Alex."
There is no better description for the look on Alex's face than completely and utterly speechless.
"Have you been hitting the hard liquor?"
"You've worn women's clothes before, for fucks sake. It's the same thing, only without leg holes. Everyone else has already agreed to this."
"Are they in a fucking dress?"
Shocking him, Alex sees a bit of hurt flash in Zack's eyes, but it disappears quickly and is replaced by something Alex can't quite identify. Happiness? Scheming? Come to think of it, he really didn't want to know. Zack holds the dress out to Alex once more, pouting.
"You're the only one that hasn't said yes. Please Alex? After the show I'll pay you back for this somehow, I swear."
Knowing Zack, there's got to be some hidden meaning behind what he's saying. But Alex is a smart boy. No matter what it was their bassist had planned, it was bound to be interesting.
"Alright Zack. But just this once!"
Zack's face lights up and he grabs Alex by the wrist, pulling him into the nearest bathroom. "Sweet! First, we're going to have to make you more feminine. Those hairy legs have got to go. Maybe full manscaping."
Alex pales. He'd never really planned on going completely bare. What the hell had gotten into Zack? It's not like the crowd was going to see that much of him.
As soon as they enter the nearest bathroom Zack shoves a razor into Alex's hand and is shooing him into a stall.
"Go on! We've got to play in twenty minutes, and you have a lot of shaving to do."
Alex sighs and begins unzipping his pants.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
"I can't believe you went through with it."
"You're my hero now, Alex, you truly are."
"Are you wearing anything under that?"
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"
A grimace adorns Alex's face as Rian plants a kiss on his cheek. He wipes furiously at the spot and narrows his chocolate eyes. "Seriously, I hate you all right now. Especially a certain bass whore. Where is he?"
Quickly, Zack pops up behind Alex, snaking an arm around his shoulders. "Yeah, I've put you through enough torture tonight. Follow me, I owe you."
Picking at the gauzy sleeves of the dress he's still wearing proves to be an excellent distraction to Alex as he tries not to think of how Zack is going to 'pay him back'. The last time Zack 'paid' Jack back the guitarist had woken up with a half empty bottle of booze in his hand and smelling like Zack's cologne. Hence Alex's uneasiness.
"Zack, where exactly are we going?"
"Relax Alex. Ah, perfect."
Alex looks around in confusion. They're standing in one of the most remote area of the entire venue. Nobody but the occasional roadie or groupie offering sex came back here. Something clicks in Alex's brain and he looks Zack in the eyes.
"What exactly do you plan on doing, Zack?"
One arm pins Alex against the wall while the other pushes the dress up to his hips, revealing the boxers underneath. Zack smirks and palms Alex roughly through the thin material.
"Repaying you."
Zack's fingers sneak beneath the elastic of Alex's boxers, cupping Alex in his cool hands. The dark eyed boy groans deep in his throat and tosses his head back. "Fuck, man."
An even wider smile adorns Zack's face. His skilled fingers run up and down Alex's length. He strokes slowly, gropes lustfully, aiming to give Alex as much pleasure as he himself is receiving from this whole situation. Alex's expression redefines gorgeous, a thin bead of sweat already steadily making its way down his face. His eyelids droop shut and his hand strays to Zack's hair, tangling his finger's in the thick strands and pulling Zack's face to his, attaching them at the lips.
"Is this...how you repay...everyone?" Alex asks between fervent kisses. If this is how he'll get repaid, Alex just might start listening to Zack's crazy ideas more often.
Nipping Alex's lower lip playfully, Zack runs his thumb over the tip of Alex's cock, already wet with pre-cum. He actually takes a few seconds to think, and realizes that the only people he's repaid in such a way are Jack, Martin Johnson, and Seth Johnson. "Only when I really like them."
Not even a second later and Zack is on his knees, taking the frontman's hardened member between his lips. Alex moans as Zack's teeth scrape gently along it, his tongue soon following. Alex has never been the receiver of a blowjob before, and now he wonders why he didn't take Jack up on the offer when they were drunk five weeks prior. The bassist laughs, creating honey sweet vibrations, and takes more of Alex into his mouth. Inch by inch until Alex is practically hitting the back of his throat.
Alex was almost howling at the feeling of Zack's warm mouth around him. Never did he imagine he'd be in this position, in the back of a darkened venue, no less! His long finger's move to Zack's hair again, twisting up in it until he is almost certain he's ripped a bit of it out. Who knew Zack had such a talented mouth? Well, possibly quite a few people, but all that was on Alex's mind was that right now it was him, him and Zack, and nothing could possibly ruin such an amazing, mind blowing moment.
"Fuck Zack!"
Alex finally releases down Zack's greedy throat, leaving the man on his knees to swallow it all down.
Alex's chest is now heaving, the neckline of the dress soaked with sweat. Zack stands up, leaning against the wall beside Alex and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Where did you learn to use your mouth like that?"
"Tourzilla."
A few moments of silence pass between the two, and then...
"Hey Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have anything against dressing up as a pirate?"
...
"Not even gonna fucking ask."