Attention Whore
Title: Attention Whore
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Zayleb (Zack/Alex/Kyle/Caleb)
Rating: NC-17. this would be in the top corner of the adult section at the video store i'm not even lying.
Summary: He's never been fucked by all of them in one go, never told anyone that he wants it, but he thinks about, thinks about how used he would feel and how good and sore he would feel and he wants it.
He wants to be the center of their attention, and he's the singer, he's the frontman of a band. He's an attention whore and a cockslut and really can't help it.
Disclaimer: These four men belong to and enjoy being fucked by each other, amen.
A/N: um, this is a little different to things that i've written before, it's also a lot longer and a lot kinkier and there's more sex than i usual write in one go. i wasn't actually planning on posting it til tomorrow but Jamie is drawing Kirkenbunny so i promised her this. um, if the end is a little strange (or any of it at all) it's because i actually had a semi-difficult time writing this, it was hard to keep track of all of them and stuff. i'll stop rambling now maybe.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
It's Kyle that brings him the belt, a knowing smirk on his face. "Wear it for a week and we'll reward you at the end," he says, and his face is earnest, open. Alex takes the chastity belt, looks it over. Bites his lip.
"No taking it off?" he asks, and he's a little worried because a week is equal to seven days is equal to a hundred and sixty eight hours is equal to a lot of time without getting off.
"We have a three day break at the Holiday Inn in a week," Kyle says instead of answering him, his lips curved up in a smirk. Alex can't say no.
"Okay."
-
They aren't quite a foursome, or in a polyamourous relationship, not really. When they aren't on tour together, or when they aren't in the same city, they're Zalex and they're Kyleb, two different couples doing their own thing. But when they are on tour together, they're Zayleb - ZackandAlexandKyleandCaleb.
Nobody really questions it, or talks about it, it's just, there. Much like the elephant in the room: people know about it, they see it, but it isn't really acknowledged. The people who need to know about them (the rest of their bands, the crew. Other bands, because nothing can stay secret inside of the band family) know. The fans guess, they ship Zalex and they ship Kyleb and that's how they got their names, because one is rarely seen without the other and it's just easier to say, 'Where's Zalex? Where's Kyleb? Where's Zayleb?' then ask for each of then specifically.
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Alex gets a little bit of "Alex time" after Kyle leaves, because Zack is with his other significant other, the Gym, and the rest of the crew and other bands are playing football or paintball or something.
So Alex gets into his bunk with his laptop, tweets something about video games or a romantic evening with his right hand and then watches his feed, watches fangirls and fanboys retweeting him and snorts, wondering how many of them thought he was serious.
He is.
He opens up his email, deletes a bunch asking if he isn't satisfied with the size of his penis (he is very satisfied with his penis size, thank you very much) answers Lisa's asking about what she should do for Kara for Valentine’s Day (besides him and Zack they're the cutest couple he knows, okay) and then opens up one from Pete titled YOU'LL LOVE THIS!!!!!!, and Pete's excessive use in capslock and exclamation points is intriguing.
He's expecting like, something about dancing dogs, or some dick joke Pete is convinced he hasn't heard yet.
It's porn.
And, sure, it's not like Pete hasn't ever sent him porn before, and some of it has actually been good, and yeah, Alex used the good stuff because, hey, free porn. But Pete sends him something that Alex already has, that Alex has already used, over and over and over again. It's that one thing that he has that's been renamed to something else, in that file that's under a different name but is actually his porn folder, and yeah, it's what he wants, fucking wants more then he even knows what.
He puts his headphones into the laptop, wonders vaguely how Pete knew that he would like this (has been dreaming about it since he was like fifteen or something) and eases his pants down, pressing play and letting the laptop rest on the space next to him.
He watches the movie, watches the brunette guy get fucked by one guy well-built guy, a skinny blonde, and a redhead, his hand on his own dick as he watches, imagines, and that chastity belt is on the back of his mind, what if they know, what if they know. He comes to images of Kyle and Caleb and Zack, all fucking him one after another and then cleans up, sending an email back to Pete (awe, how did you know? ;) ) before he picks up the chastity belt and goes to the bathroom.
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Sure, they've had foursomes, Zack has fucked Kyle and Caleb and Alex and Kyle has fucked Alex and Zac and he bottoms for Caleb the same way Alex bottoms for Zack. And Caleb has fucked Alex and Kyle and Alex has bottomed for everybody else because he likes taking it, fucking loves it.
Alex is a cockslut, cool.
He's never been fucked by all of them in one go, never told anyone that he wants it, but he thinks about, thinks about how used he would feel and how good and sore he would feel and he wants it.
He wants to be the center of their attention, and he's the singer, he's the frontman of a band. He's an attention whore and a cockslut and really can't help it.
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(It turns out that he might have mentioned it to Zack who mentioned it to Kyleb when he was drunk. Drunk would be understatement of the century, that night Alex was wasted off his face, rode Zack in the back lounge and then told him how hot it would be if he got fucked by all three of them.
He passed out right after and apparently forgot that he even said anything, but Zack didn't. He's been planning this since.)
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Kyle and Caleb think it's a fucking great idea.
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When Zack gets back from his date with the Gym, Alex is watching Shaun of the Dead in the back lounge. He looks up when Zack comes in and then cuddles up to him, head on his shoulder.
"Don't lose it, okay?" Alex presses The Key into his hand, bites his lip and looks up at Zac, and then gets off the couch, going into the kitchen to get a snack and a beer before he can change his mind because that Key he just gave Zack is The Key to his Freedom.
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He gave The Key to Zack because he's least likely to lose it. Kyle would probably give it to someone else and Caleb is so absent minded it's amazing that he manages to stay with the right band and bus most of the time.
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Zack's allergy to shirts gets stronger over the next week. He doesn't wear one for two days on end and Alex is so sexually frustrated because he has to watch Zack play on stage with no shirt and he's just sweaty and shirtless and biting his lip as he concentrates on his bass and Alex is so close to trying to break out of the belt with a rock and getting Zack to fuck him until he can't remember his own name.
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Alex wants his reward at the end of this. There's only five more days, how hard can it be?
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By Wednesday, even their little Jalex routine has Alex hot under the collar. Jack is playing behind him, pressed up along his back and breathing against his neck, and Alex is used to it, he's never had any issues with Jalex before, but he hasn't gotten off in five days and even Jack is sexy to him right now (which is really weird because Jack is Jack, and he has no idea what Holly sees in him because really, if he wasn't his best friend he's probably be a total dick.)
After the show (which was completely electric, apparently when Alex is sexually frustrated out of his mind he plays better. Huh.) Alex fights not to push Zack into the nearest room with a door that locks. He gets into his bunk and pulls the curtain closed, ignoring Jack's remark about someone's in a pissy mood and maybe you’re PMSing in favor of slowly dying of sexual frustration.
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The thing is, Alex is used to getting off at least once a day. Even before him and Zack became Zalex, he'd jerk off in the shower or in his bunk, or fuck one of the fans or something.
When Zalex was born, the orgasms got better because it was someone elses hand on his dick, someone else doing it. There are more of them too, in between sound checks and interviews and Hustler meet and greets.
Alex isn't exactly addicted to sex, but him going a week without orgasms is like taking alcohol away from an addict. He hasn't gone this long without since he was like, thirteen or something.
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The last show they play before they get Saturday, Sunday and Monday off is in Vegas. It would figure that Hey Monday are in Vegas at the same time too, which means that Rian gets Cassadee and Jack gets Holly and Kyle has Caleb. So when they all go out to a bar later, Alex gets to sit with Zack and watch Jack grope Holly and Rian and Cassadee make out and Kyle and Caleb grind while he just grits his teeth and pretends to enjoy whatever it is he's drinking.
"You get it off tomorrow." Zack's voice is low in Alex's ear, breath fanning out over his cheek. Kyle and Caleb make their way over, Kyle taking the drink out of Alex's hands and chugging the rest of it down.
"The idea is that Zack will fuck you first, and then Caleb, and then me, and Zack will probably have gotten it up again by then so he can fuck you again," Kyle says with a smug grin, platinum blonde hair flopping in his eyes.
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Zalex share a hotel room with a king sized bed, and Alex sleeps until well past noon on Saturday. When Alex opens his eyes, Zack is sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed, watching Alex sleep silently.
" 'times it?" he asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"One thirty-ish," Zack answers, holding up a shiny silver key. "You can get out now, but if you come before any of us touch you tonight we're not gonna fuck you," he says bluntly, and Alex is automatically more awake, more alert. "We'll know."
Alex nods, shifts up the bed and kneels in front of Zack, letting him out of his prison.
-
He's half hard all day, but he can't (won't) do anything about it. He chills with Evan, plays football with Matt and kicks Jack's ass at Mario Kart, but it's on his mind, constantly there, tonighttonighttonight.
Zack goes to find Kyle and Caleb, and Alex takes the opportunity to shower. He strips down, blatantly ignoring his half-hard cock (as best as possible, in any case) as he shampoos and conditions his hair.
He hesitates for a second, and then slicks his fingers up with soap, bracing one hand against the wall as he pushes two inside himself. He's not trying to get off, just wants to stretch himself so that they don't need to waste time on it later. He adds a third finger, keeping his touch as clinical as possible and steering away from his prostate because he knows damn well where it is and if he hits it there will be no stopping him.
When Alex gets out of the shower, he's more than the less-than-half-hard he'd been when he got in. He towels himself dry and blow dries his hair until it's a little fluffy and purple and sticking up everywhere.
Apparently Zyleb are MIA because they still aren't back yet, and Alex sits cross legged on the bed, kneels and he can't sit still, fidgeting with his finger and the sheets. He finally lies down and closes his eyes, drifting into a restless sleep because there is this itch under his skin that will not go away.
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Kyle and Zack and Caleb come back, spot Alex sleeping on the bed and then jump into action. Alex isn’t a light sleeper, doesn't wake up when they cuff his wrists together up above his head using the slats in the headboard, doesn't wake up when they all strip and get on the bed with him.
He wakes up to Caleb's mouth on his dick, tries to move his hands down into the ginger hair so he can push him down further, make him take more. He makes a noise in distress when his hands can't move, pushes his head back to look up at the silver cuffs and moans, thrusting his hips up into Caleb's mouth.
Kyle appears by his side, his lips shiny with spit and Alex is one hundred and twenty percent sure that him and Zack were just making out. "And so Sleeping Beauty wakes up," he says, and he sounds a little smug.
Zack is on his other side, his hands on Alex's body, tracing patterns up his sides and across his chest, pausing to tease at his nipples.
Alex arches his chest up and chokes on a moan, hips working up into Caleb's mouth. Caleb pulls off his dick, a string of saliva stuck between his mouth and the head of his cock, and that would be kind of gross if it wasn't ridiculously hot.
Hands touch Alex everywhere, lips connecting with lips, skin, teeth. Alex could probably come from this alone, he's been on edge all day and all their focus is on him, he's the center of this show. He tastes Zack, and he can tell that Kyle and Caleb have disappeared to do something because it's Zack's hands that are on him, thumbing over nipples and jerking his cock. He's confused for a second when he feels something that isn't Zack's hand on the base of his cock, and then it tightens and Alex's hips arch up, makes a pleading noise, please no not this.
"Well, y'see, you haven't come in a week, which means this could all be over really fast, baby," Zack murmurs in his ear; Alex can hear the smirk in his voice, and it infuriates him and turns him on at the exact same time. "So you can't come until we've all fucked you."
"Please, please, someone -" Alex begs. He's pulling against the handcuffs and he wants something in him, it doesn't even matter if it's fingers or a dick or some sort of silicone toy. Something.
Anything.
There's the sound of a cap popping and the low hum of voices talking, and then Zack's fingers pressing against his entrance and then through, into him, three at once and it's a good thing Zack isn't being patient.
"You -" he says when he finds that his boyfriend is already loose enough to be fucked, arches his eyebrows at him. "Slut." he says, and leans down, biting his hipbone.
He pushes Alex's legs until they're bent at the knee, feet planted flat on the mattress. Kyle and Caleb are on the other side of Alex, kissing filthydirty, hands wandering and hair being pulled, and if Zack hadn't just pushed in Alex would be annoyed because this is his award, this is about him getting what he wants, hello. Instead, he wraps his arms around Zack's neck, pulls him down until their lips slide together, messy as Zack doesn't quite fuck him, just rotates his hips in circles.
"Zack, come the fuck on," Alex says in this really frustrated voice, nails digging into the skin on his shoulders and Zack snorts, because even when he's buried balls deep in his ass he's still being a whiny bitch.
He pulls out and snaps his hips forward and Alex keens, head rolling back into the pillows. Zack's hands hold Alex's hips, firm and heavy, holding them down so Alex can't move, can only lie there and take it.
"You'll still be so tight, even after Caleb and Zack," Kyle murmurs in his ear, hand wrapped around Alex's cock and tugging idly. Alex hadn't even realized he was there, that Caleb is behind Kyle, ginger hair falling into his eyes as he mouths at his neck.
Alex moans, gasping out Kyle's name, Caleb's, Zack's. He wants to tell Kyle to stop, he can't come, it's too much too soon. He can't.
Zack's hips snap forward again, his rhythm stuttering as says in this rough voice, "Can't - gonna-" and Alex's legs tighten around Zack's waist, tilts his hips up a little bit. Alex can feel him come, leans up to catch his lips with his own and swallows his moans, wrists straining against the hand cuffs.
Zack bites at his bottom lip as he pulls out and Alex clenches around nothing, wants to be full. He flops down next to Kyle and Alex watches them kiss lazily for a few moments, doesn't realize that Caleb is talking to him until he slaps the back of his thigh, eyebrows raised.
"What?" Alex blinks at him, eyes slightly out of focus.
Caleb shakes his head, mutters something that sounds suspiciously like cockslut and then manhandles Alex until the handcuffs are twisted around with Alex on his knees, forearms against the pillows and ass up in the air. He moans into his arms, feels hands trace down his spine and over the curve of his ass, squeezing light, teasingly.
There isn't any warning when Caleb pushes into him, Alex doesn't hear the pop of the lube uncapping (doesn't notice), just feels the blunt press of the head of his cock and then the smoothhotgood as he slides in until his hips are pressed against his ass.
Caleb is a little smaller than Zack is, but it's still good, he's still full. "Please," Alex chokes out, purple strands of hair sticking to his face. Caleb nods, hands curving over his hips in the same way Zack's had, molding darker bruises onto the ones already formed. Alex moans wantonly, grinding back into Caleb's thrusts, the sounds of skin-on-skin and the wet kissing between Zack and Kyle filling the room. Caleb folds himself over Alex's back, sweat sticking their skin together and the angle shifts Caleb's cock, presses it right against Alex's prostate and Alex shakes, clenches down around Caleb and moans, because the pleasure coursing through him is too much, he can't come, isn't allowed to not yet not yet.
Caleb purrs something in his ear but Alex doesn't know what it is, can't think beyond this yes more please yes. It feels so good Alex is dizzy with it, feels high and drunk and good. He bites at the back of his neck, pulling light on Alex’s hair. Next to them, Kyle is straddling Zack’s waist, their mouths sliding wet together, Kyle’s hands in Zack’s hair. Alex’s nails bite into the palms of his hands, wanting to grab onto something - the headboard, Caleb’s hair, anything to anchor him down because he can’t.
He can feel Zack and Kyle’s eyes on him, arches his back and pushes his hips back against Caleb’s thrusts, fingers curling and uncurling into fists.
Caleb comes with a shaky moan, lips pressed to Alex’s neck and nose in his hair. His hips keep working in short little shocks, Alex clenching around him. He pulls out and Alex half whines, half moans into his arms, his shoulders starting to lock together because the position is fucking uncomfortable. He ruts against the bed, gasps tearing from his throat because it hurts because he can’t come, but it hurts so good.
“Kyle, Kyle please, please,” Alex begs, his voice so needy, he needs to be fucked, needs it. Kyle folds himself over Alex’s back, hands sliding down his arms to his wrists. He hears the click of metal, and then Kyle pulls the handcuffs off, his hands closing around Alex’s wrist where bruises are already starting to form from him pulling at them so hard. “Please.”
Kyle laughs, low and rough, shaking his head. Alex wants to sob, because he still can’t come and he’s already been fucked twice and there are still two more before he can. “Ride me, slut.” Kyle says, shifting back against the pillows, pushing and pulling at Alex until he’s positioned above his cock, and all he needs is for gravity to do its thing until it’s just tighttight heat surrounding him.
Alex’s hands splay out across Kyle’s chest, nails digging into the skin. He can already feel the ache of being fucked really fucking good settling in, by the way his muscles are sore and his thighs are starting to ache in the best possible way.
“Fuck, I knew you’d still be tight, fuck.” Kyle grits out, hands holding Alex’s hips, helping to lift him up and pull him down as he fucks back onto him. “Jesus, it’s so slick,” he marvels, and Alex feels hands (Zack’s hands) travel down his back, resting on top of Kyle’s and squeezing light. It’s slick because there’s the lube that Caleb and Zack both used, and then there’s their cum too, because they’ve all been tested and all trust each other enough to know they don’t need condoms, and there is cum sliding down the back of his thighs, Alex can feel it, it feels so fucking dirty.
Zack’s hands slide further down, Caleb watching from the other side of Alex, his eyes dark as he watches his full time boyfriend being ridden by one of his part time boyfriends. “God, Alex, you are such a slut, taking all of us, you fucking want it,” Kyle says, his voice getting that rough, low quality it always does during and after sex. Zack’s hands dip low, index finger tracing where Alex is stretched around Kyle and Alex moans in response, shaking as Kyle tips his hips up and pushes himself in deeper.
“Please,” Alex moans, at Kyle, at Zack, any of them. A second stretches on for forever when Zack’s finger, slick with lube, slides slowly inside of Alex next to Kyle’s cock, stretching him further, more open, fuck.
Kyle struggles to keep his hips still, feeling Alex’s fingers tighten on his shoulders, clenching around both of them, strangled gasps filling the room because this is so much more than he’s used to. “I can’t - I can’t,” Alex gasps, back arching like a bow when Zack curls his finger, fingertips rubbing over his prostate.
“I bet you could,” Kyle says, hips rocking up into Alex in slow jolts, his voice low and deliciously dirty. “I bet you could take both of us, fill you up so well, hmm?” His breath fans out across Alex’s shoulder, moaning pornographically at the idea of it, letting both Kyle and Zack take him at the same time. “You could suck Caleb off at the same time,” Kyle breathes, his eyes flicking between Alex and Zack and Caleb, and he’s always had the dirtiest mouth, always lets it just run away during sex (when he’s not having sex too) and Alex can tell he must be close because his thrusts up are getting erratic.
“Y-yeah,” Alex moans, back arching again as Zack crooks his finger again, and that’s all it takes for Kyle to come, fingers printing more bruises onto Alex’s hips and they’ll all be there for weeks. Zack leans forward, pressing Alex down against Kyle’s chest and that changes the angle completely, presses Kyle’s cock right up against that spot inside of Alex, making him see white, and it hurts, it fucking hurts so much because he can’t come.
Zack and Kyle are making out over Alex’s shoulder, and if he wasn’t about to get fucked for the fourth time in a row, that would be one of the hottest things ever. Caleb sits up a little, works his hand in between Alex and Kyle’s bodies and jerking Alex a few times.
Alex moans, and his voice is so close to being wrecked. It’s almost too much; his head is spinning he just needs to come. ”Please,” Alex begs for the millionth time that night, and at any other time, he’d be all for letting Zack and Kyle make out over his shoulder, but he’s been fucked three times and he’d really like to come, thank you very much.
There’s a wet sound, and Zack pulls away from the platinum blonde drummer, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “At least he knows the magic word,” he laughs, and Caleb and Kyle laugh too, lips pressing and teeth biting at Alex’s skin. Zack turns Alex around so he’s leaning back against Kyle’s chest, and now it’s Kyle and Caleb who are making out over Alex’s shoulder.
He’s distracted by them until he feels Zack’s tongue. If there wasn’t a cockring stopping him, Alex would have just come. He can’t come, so he slowly dies from the torture Zack is putting him through, his tongue inside of Alex’s ass, and then it occurs to him that he can taste all of them, he can taste Kyle and Caleb and himself and fuckshitdamn Alex might die soon. Kyle mouths at his neck, hands trailing lazily down his sides to his hips and Caleb leans over, connecting their lips and kisses him deep and dirty, swallowing all of his moans. Alex sucks on Caleb’s tongue, falling apart as Zack’s tongue works its way inside of him, curling and twisting, moving out to trace around the rim. Zack moves back, presses fingers inside of Alex instead, finding his prostate after basically no time and the pleasure courses through him, straight down to his cock and he’s fucking throbbing, he might pass out from all the blood rushing down to his dick.
“Please, please, please,” he pants against Caleb’s lips, eyes crazed and he looks so wrecked.
“I think you should fuck him again before he dies or something,” Kyle says mildly from behind Alex, and he just looks really pleased now, like this worked out well when can we do this again? Alex moans in agreement.
Zack laughs, leans forward to kiss Kyle again and then roots around, finding the bottle of lube at the bottle of the bed in between the sheets. He lubes himself up (refuses to ever fuck Alex without it because while he has nothing against good pain, he doesn’t want to hurt Alex, ok) and then pushes into Alex, one smooth hot wet good slide, Alex’s legs raising to wrap around his hips from the beginning.
His head tips back onto Kyle’s shoulder, exposing the column of his neck as he moans, deep and low and desperate, hips working desperately against Zack’s. The bassist takes his own pace, deep and slow and long, and he fucks Alex like no one else does and the term bassists do it deeper is just about the truest thing Alex has ever heard in his life. “Zack, please, please, I, please,” he gasps, and Zack growls, snaps his hips forward.
“What do you need?” Zack purrs, keeps going at the pace he sets, until Alex is a writhing mess in between him and Kyle, his fingers pulling at Zack’s short strands (he misses the ‘fro, there was more to pull) until Zack catches Kyle’s eye and gives a short nod because he can’t hold out much longer.
“Need to come, please, Ky, need you to let me, please,” Alex gasps as Caleb presses open mouthed kisses to his neck.
Kyle’s fingers move down the v in between Alex’s hips, wrapping around his cock, and fuck damn, Alex has a thing for Kyle’s hands because he has different callouses to Zack because he’s a drummer and it feels good. His hand touches the base of his cock lightly, and then he feels the cock ring fucking tighten, and he makes a desperate, animalistic noise in protest, hips rocking up desperately into Zack’s, trying for friction, anything. But then, then it loosens and it’s just another touch and Zack’s lips are by his ear, murmuring, “Ok, come for us.”
Finally, finally, a week and a lot of hours later Alex is coming, shocks going through every single fucking cell of his body and he’s coming harder than he’s ever come in his life.
Afterwards, he’s distantly aware of people moving around, people talking (I’m all for doing this again), people wiping him down. He’s aware of people shifting around, arms and legs tangling together underneath off-white hotel sheets, low voices and slow kisses.
“Hey, you okay?” he hears Zack murmur, and it’s Zack that’s behind him, spooned up against him, and Alex manages a nod. He’s sore all over now, he can really feel it, he’ll be feeling this for a while, but he’s okay with that, he feels sore and used and loved. Zack laughs when Alex tries to voice that, most of it coming out like felsngsusendved.
“I think he’s going to die in a minute,” Kyle says sleepily, and it’s him that’s on Alex’s other side, so that means Caleb is on the other side of Kyle. “Just let him die in peace, Zee,”
Zack nods, presses a light, chaste kiss to Alex’s lips and lets him pass out.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Zayleb (Zack/Alex/Kyle/Caleb)
Rating: NC-17. this would be in the top corner of the adult section at the video store i'm not even lying.
Summary: He's never been fucked by all of them in one go, never told anyone that he wants it, but he thinks about, thinks about how used he would feel and how good and sore he would feel and he wants it.
He wants to be the center of their attention, and he's the singer, he's the frontman of a band. He's an attention whore and a cockslut and really can't help it.
Disclaimer: These four men belong to and enjoy being fucked by each other, amen.
A/N: um, this is a little different to things that i've written before, it's also a lot longer and a lot kinkier and there's more sex than i usual write in one go. i wasn't actually planning on posting it til tomorrow but Jamie is drawing Kirkenbunny so i promised her this. um, if the end is a little strange (or any of it at all) it's because i actually had a semi-difficult time writing this, it was hard to keep track of all of them and stuff. i'll stop rambling now maybe.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
It's Kyle that brings him the belt, a knowing smirk on his face. "Wear it for a week and we'll reward you at the end," he says, and his face is earnest, open. Alex takes the chastity belt, looks it over. Bites his lip.
"No taking it off?" he asks, and he's a little worried because a week is equal to seven days is equal to a hundred and sixty eight hours is equal to a lot of time without getting off.
"We have a three day break at the Holiday Inn in a week," Kyle says instead of answering him, his lips curved up in a smirk. Alex can't say no.
"Okay."
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They aren't quite a foursome, or in a polyamourous relationship, not really. When they aren't on tour together, or when they aren't in the same city, they're Zalex and they're Kyleb, two different couples doing their own thing. But when they are on tour together, they're Zayleb - ZackandAlexandKyleandCaleb.
Nobody really questions it, or talks about it, it's just, there. Much like the elephant in the room: people know about it, they see it, but it isn't really acknowledged. The people who need to know about them (the rest of their bands, the crew. Other bands, because nothing can stay secret inside of the band family) know. The fans guess, they ship Zalex and they ship Kyleb and that's how they got their names, because one is rarely seen without the other and it's just easier to say, 'Where's Zalex? Where's Kyleb? Where's Zayleb?' then ask for each of then specifically.
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Alex gets a little bit of "Alex time" after Kyle leaves, because Zack is with his other significant other, the Gym, and the rest of the crew and other bands are playing football or paintball or something.
So Alex gets into his bunk with his laptop, tweets something about video games or a romantic evening with his right hand and then watches his feed, watches fangirls and fanboys retweeting him and snorts, wondering how many of them thought he was serious.
He is.
He opens up his email, deletes a bunch asking if he isn't satisfied with the size of his penis (he is very satisfied with his penis size, thank you very much) answers Lisa's asking about what she should do for Kara for Valentine’s Day (besides him and Zack they're the cutest couple he knows, okay) and then opens up one from Pete titled YOU'LL LOVE THIS!!!!!!, and Pete's excessive use in capslock and exclamation points is intriguing.
He's expecting like, something about dancing dogs, or some dick joke Pete is convinced he hasn't heard yet.
It's porn.
And, sure, it's not like Pete hasn't ever sent him porn before, and some of it has actually been good, and yeah, Alex used the good stuff because, hey, free porn. But Pete sends him something that Alex already has, that Alex has already used, over and over and over again. It's that one thing that he has that's been renamed to something else, in that file that's under a different name but is actually his porn folder, and yeah, it's what he wants, fucking wants more then he even knows what.
He puts his headphones into the laptop, wonders vaguely how Pete knew that he would like this (has been dreaming about it since he was like fifteen or something) and eases his pants down, pressing play and letting the laptop rest on the space next to him.
He watches the movie, watches the brunette guy get fucked by one guy well-built guy, a skinny blonde, and a redhead, his hand on his own dick as he watches, imagines, and that chastity belt is on the back of his mind, what if they know, what if they know. He comes to images of Kyle and Caleb and Zack, all fucking him one after another and then cleans up, sending an email back to Pete (awe, how did you know? ;) ) before he picks up the chastity belt and goes to the bathroom.
-
Sure, they've had foursomes, Zack has fucked Kyle and Caleb and Alex and Kyle has fucked Alex and Zac and he bottoms for Caleb the same way Alex bottoms for Zack. And Caleb has fucked Alex and Kyle and Alex has bottomed for everybody else because he likes taking it, fucking loves it.
Alex is a cockslut, cool.
He's never been fucked by all of them in one go, never told anyone that he wants it, but he thinks about, thinks about how used he would feel and how good and sore he would feel and he wants it.
He wants to be the center of their attention, and he's the singer, he's the frontman of a band. He's an attention whore and a cockslut and really can't help it.
-
(It turns out that he might have mentioned it to Zack who mentioned it to Kyleb when he was drunk. Drunk would be understatement of the century, that night Alex was wasted off his face, rode Zack in the back lounge and then told him how hot it would be if he got fucked by all three of them.
He passed out right after and apparently forgot that he even said anything, but Zack didn't. He's been planning this since.)
-
Kyle and Caleb think it's a fucking great idea.
-
When Zack gets back from his date with the Gym, Alex is watching Shaun of the Dead in the back lounge. He looks up when Zack comes in and then cuddles up to him, head on his shoulder.
"Don't lose it, okay?" Alex presses The Key into his hand, bites his lip and looks up at Zac, and then gets off the couch, going into the kitchen to get a snack and a beer before he can change his mind because that Key he just gave Zack is The Key to his Freedom.
-
He gave The Key to Zack because he's least likely to lose it. Kyle would probably give it to someone else and Caleb is so absent minded it's amazing that he manages to stay with the right band and bus most of the time.
-
Zack's allergy to shirts gets stronger over the next week. He doesn't wear one for two days on end and Alex is so sexually frustrated because he has to watch Zack play on stage with no shirt and he's just sweaty and shirtless and biting his lip as he concentrates on his bass and Alex is so close to trying to break out of the belt with a rock and getting Zack to fuck him until he can't remember his own name.
-
Alex wants his reward at the end of this. There's only five more days, how hard can it be?
-
By Wednesday, even their little Jalex routine has Alex hot under the collar. Jack is playing behind him, pressed up along his back and breathing against his neck, and Alex is used to it, he's never had any issues with Jalex before, but he hasn't gotten off in five days and even Jack is sexy to him right now (which is really weird because Jack is Jack, and he has no idea what Holly sees in him because really, if he wasn't his best friend he's probably be a total dick.)
After the show (which was completely electric, apparently when Alex is sexually frustrated out of his mind he plays better. Huh.) Alex fights not to push Zack into the nearest room with a door that locks. He gets into his bunk and pulls the curtain closed, ignoring Jack's remark about someone's in a pissy mood and maybe you’re PMSing in favor of slowly dying of sexual frustration.
-
The thing is, Alex is used to getting off at least once a day. Even before him and Zack became Zalex, he'd jerk off in the shower or in his bunk, or fuck one of the fans or something.
When Zalex was born, the orgasms got better because it was someone elses hand on his dick, someone else doing it. There are more of them too, in between sound checks and interviews and Hustler meet and greets.
Alex isn't exactly addicted to sex, but him going a week without orgasms is like taking alcohol away from an addict. He hasn't gone this long without since he was like, thirteen or something.
-
The last show they play before they get Saturday, Sunday and Monday off is in Vegas. It would figure that Hey Monday are in Vegas at the same time too, which means that Rian gets Cassadee and Jack gets Holly and Kyle has Caleb. So when they all go out to a bar later, Alex gets to sit with Zack and watch Jack grope Holly and Rian and Cassadee make out and Kyle and Caleb grind while he just grits his teeth and pretends to enjoy whatever it is he's drinking.
"You get it off tomorrow." Zack's voice is low in Alex's ear, breath fanning out over his cheek. Kyle and Caleb make their way over, Kyle taking the drink out of Alex's hands and chugging the rest of it down.
"The idea is that Zack will fuck you first, and then Caleb, and then me, and Zack will probably have gotten it up again by then so he can fuck you again," Kyle says with a smug grin, platinum blonde hair flopping in his eyes.
-
Zalex share a hotel room with a king sized bed, and Alex sleeps until well past noon on Saturday. When Alex opens his eyes, Zack is sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed, watching Alex sleep silently.
" 'times it?" he asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"One thirty-ish," Zack answers, holding up a shiny silver key. "You can get out now, but if you come before any of us touch you tonight we're not gonna fuck you," he says bluntly, and Alex is automatically more awake, more alert. "We'll know."
Alex nods, shifts up the bed and kneels in front of Zack, letting him out of his prison.
-
He's half hard all day, but he can't (won't) do anything about it. He chills with Evan, plays football with Matt and kicks Jack's ass at Mario Kart, but it's on his mind, constantly there, tonighttonighttonight.
Zack goes to find Kyle and Caleb, and Alex takes the opportunity to shower. He strips down, blatantly ignoring his half-hard cock (as best as possible, in any case) as he shampoos and conditions his hair.
He hesitates for a second, and then slicks his fingers up with soap, bracing one hand against the wall as he pushes two inside himself. He's not trying to get off, just wants to stretch himself so that they don't need to waste time on it later. He adds a third finger, keeping his touch as clinical as possible and steering away from his prostate because he knows damn well where it is and if he hits it there will be no stopping him.
When Alex gets out of the shower, he's more than the less-than-half-hard he'd been when he got in. He towels himself dry and blow dries his hair until it's a little fluffy and purple and sticking up everywhere.
Apparently Zyleb are MIA because they still aren't back yet, and Alex sits cross legged on the bed, kneels and he can't sit still, fidgeting with his finger and the sheets. He finally lies down and closes his eyes, drifting into a restless sleep because there is this itch under his skin that will not go away.
-
Kyle and Zack and Caleb come back, spot Alex sleeping on the bed and then jump into action. Alex isn’t a light sleeper, doesn't wake up when they cuff his wrists together up above his head using the slats in the headboard, doesn't wake up when they all strip and get on the bed with him.
He wakes up to Caleb's mouth on his dick, tries to move his hands down into the ginger hair so he can push him down further, make him take more. He makes a noise in distress when his hands can't move, pushes his head back to look up at the silver cuffs and moans, thrusting his hips up into Caleb's mouth.
Kyle appears by his side, his lips shiny with spit and Alex is one hundred and twenty percent sure that him and Zack were just making out. "And so Sleeping Beauty wakes up," he says, and he sounds a little smug.
Zack is on his other side, his hands on Alex's body, tracing patterns up his sides and across his chest, pausing to tease at his nipples.
Alex arches his chest up and chokes on a moan, hips working up into Caleb's mouth. Caleb pulls off his dick, a string of saliva stuck between his mouth and the head of his cock, and that would be kind of gross if it wasn't ridiculously hot.
Hands touch Alex everywhere, lips connecting with lips, skin, teeth. Alex could probably come from this alone, he's been on edge all day and all their focus is on him, he's the center of this show. He tastes Zack, and he can tell that Kyle and Caleb have disappeared to do something because it's Zack's hands that are on him, thumbing over nipples and jerking his cock. He's confused for a second when he feels something that isn't Zack's hand on the base of his cock, and then it tightens and Alex's hips arch up, makes a pleading noise, please no not this.
"Well, y'see, you haven't come in a week, which means this could all be over really fast, baby," Zack murmurs in his ear; Alex can hear the smirk in his voice, and it infuriates him and turns him on at the exact same time. "So you can't come until we've all fucked you."
"Please, please, someone -" Alex begs. He's pulling against the handcuffs and he wants something in him, it doesn't even matter if it's fingers or a dick or some sort of silicone toy. Something.
Anything.
There's the sound of a cap popping and the low hum of voices talking, and then Zack's fingers pressing against his entrance and then through, into him, three at once and it's a good thing Zack isn't being patient.
"You -" he says when he finds that his boyfriend is already loose enough to be fucked, arches his eyebrows at him. "Slut." he says, and leans down, biting his hipbone.
He pushes Alex's legs until they're bent at the knee, feet planted flat on the mattress. Kyle and Caleb are on the other side of Alex, kissing filthydirty, hands wandering and hair being pulled, and if Zack hadn't just pushed in Alex would be annoyed because this is his award, this is about him getting what he wants, hello. Instead, he wraps his arms around Zack's neck, pulls him down until their lips slide together, messy as Zack doesn't quite fuck him, just rotates his hips in circles.
"Zack, come the fuck on," Alex says in this really frustrated voice, nails digging into the skin on his shoulders and Zack snorts, because even when he's buried balls deep in his ass he's still being a whiny bitch.
He pulls out and snaps his hips forward and Alex keens, head rolling back into the pillows. Zack's hands hold Alex's hips, firm and heavy, holding them down so Alex can't move, can only lie there and take it.
"You'll still be so tight, even after Caleb and Zack," Kyle murmurs in his ear, hand wrapped around Alex's cock and tugging idly. Alex hadn't even realized he was there, that Caleb is behind Kyle, ginger hair falling into his eyes as he mouths at his neck.
Alex moans, gasping out Kyle's name, Caleb's, Zack's. He wants to tell Kyle to stop, he can't come, it's too much too soon. He can't.
Zack's hips snap forward again, his rhythm stuttering as says in this rough voice, "Can't - gonna-" and Alex's legs tighten around Zack's waist, tilts his hips up a little bit. Alex can feel him come, leans up to catch his lips with his own and swallows his moans, wrists straining against the hand cuffs.
Zack bites at his bottom lip as he pulls out and Alex clenches around nothing, wants to be full. He flops down next to Kyle and Alex watches them kiss lazily for a few moments, doesn't realize that Caleb is talking to him until he slaps the back of his thigh, eyebrows raised.
"What?" Alex blinks at him, eyes slightly out of focus.
Caleb shakes his head, mutters something that sounds suspiciously like cockslut and then manhandles Alex until the handcuffs are twisted around with Alex on his knees, forearms against the pillows and ass up in the air. He moans into his arms, feels hands trace down his spine and over the curve of his ass, squeezing light, teasingly.
There isn't any warning when Caleb pushes into him, Alex doesn't hear the pop of the lube uncapping (doesn't notice), just feels the blunt press of the head of his cock and then the smoothhotgood as he slides in until his hips are pressed against his ass.
Caleb is a little smaller than Zack is, but it's still good, he's still full. "Please," Alex chokes out, purple strands of hair sticking to his face. Caleb nods, hands curving over his hips in the same way Zack's had, molding darker bruises onto the ones already formed. Alex moans wantonly, grinding back into Caleb's thrusts, the sounds of skin-on-skin and the wet kissing between Zack and Kyle filling the room. Caleb folds himself over Alex's back, sweat sticking their skin together and the angle shifts Caleb's cock, presses it right against Alex's prostate and Alex shakes, clenches down around Caleb and moans, because the pleasure coursing through him is too much, he can't come, isn't allowed to not yet not yet.
Caleb purrs something in his ear but Alex doesn't know what it is, can't think beyond this yes more please yes. It feels so good Alex is dizzy with it, feels high and drunk and good. He bites at the back of his neck, pulling light on Alex’s hair. Next to them, Kyle is straddling Zack’s waist, their mouths sliding wet together, Kyle’s hands in Zack’s hair. Alex’s nails bite into the palms of his hands, wanting to grab onto something - the headboard, Caleb’s hair, anything to anchor him down because he can’t.
He can feel Zack and Kyle’s eyes on him, arches his back and pushes his hips back against Caleb’s thrusts, fingers curling and uncurling into fists.
Caleb comes with a shaky moan, lips pressed to Alex’s neck and nose in his hair. His hips keep working in short little shocks, Alex clenching around him. He pulls out and Alex half whines, half moans into his arms, his shoulders starting to lock together because the position is fucking uncomfortable. He ruts against the bed, gasps tearing from his throat because it hurts because he can’t come, but it hurts so good.
“Kyle, Kyle please, please,” Alex begs, his voice so needy, he needs to be fucked, needs it. Kyle folds himself over Alex’s back, hands sliding down his arms to his wrists. He hears the click of metal, and then Kyle pulls the handcuffs off, his hands closing around Alex’s wrist where bruises are already starting to form from him pulling at them so hard. “Please.”
Kyle laughs, low and rough, shaking his head. Alex wants to sob, because he still can’t come and he’s already been fucked twice and there are still two more before he can. “Ride me, slut.” Kyle says, shifting back against the pillows, pushing and pulling at Alex until he’s positioned above his cock, and all he needs is for gravity to do its thing until it’s just tighttight heat surrounding him.
Alex’s hands splay out across Kyle’s chest, nails digging into the skin. He can already feel the ache of being fucked really fucking good settling in, by the way his muscles are sore and his thighs are starting to ache in the best possible way.
“Fuck, I knew you’d still be tight, fuck.” Kyle grits out, hands holding Alex’s hips, helping to lift him up and pull him down as he fucks back onto him. “Jesus, it’s so slick,” he marvels, and Alex feels hands (Zack’s hands) travel down his back, resting on top of Kyle’s and squeezing light. It’s slick because there’s the lube that Caleb and Zack both used, and then there’s their cum too, because they’ve all been tested and all trust each other enough to know they don’t need condoms, and there is cum sliding down the back of his thighs, Alex can feel it, it feels so fucking dirty.
Zack’s hands slide further down, Caleb watching from the other side of Alex, his eyes dark as he watches his full time boyfriend being ridden by one of his part time boyfriends. “God, Alex, you are such a slut, taking all of us, you fucking want it,” Kyle says, his voice getting that rough, low quality it always does during and after sex. Zack’s hands dip low, index finger tracing where Alex is stretched around Kyle and Alex moans in response, shaking as Kyle tips his hips up and pushes himself in deeper.
“Please,” Alex moans, at Kyle, at Zack, any of them. A second stretches on for forever when Zack’s finger, slick with lube, slides slowly inside of Alex next to Kyle’s cock, stretching him further, more open, fuck.
Kyle struggles to keep his hips still, feeling Alex’s fingers tighten on his shoulders, clenching around both of them, strangled gasps filling the room because this is so much more than he’s used to. “I can’t - I can’t,” Alex gasps, back arching like a bow when Zack curls his finger, fingertips rubbing over his prostate.
“I bet you could,” Kyle says, hips rocking up into Alex in slow jolts, his voice low and deliciously dirty. “I bet you could take both of us, fill you up so well, hmm?” His breath fans out across Alex’s shoulder, moaning pornographically at the idea of it, letting both Kyle and Zack take him at the same time. “You could suck Caleb off at the same time,” Kyle breathes, his eyes flicking between Alex and Zack and Caleb, and he’s always had the dirtiest mouth, always lets it just run away during sex (when he’s not having sex too) and Alex can tell he must be close because his thrusts up are getting erratic.
“Y-yeah,” Alex moans, back arching again as Zack crooks his finger again, and that’s all it takes for Kyle to come, fingers printing more bruises onto Alex’s hips and they’ll all be there for weeks. Zack leans forward, pressing Alex down against Kyle’s chest and that changes the angle completely, presses Kyle’s cock right up against that spot inside of Alex, making him see white, and it hurts, it fucking hurts so much because he can’t come.
Zack and Kyle are making out over Alex’s shoulder, and if he wasn’t about to get fucked for the fourth time in a row, that would be one of the hottest things ever. Caleb sits up a little, works his hand in between Alex and Kyle’s bodies and jerking Alex a few times.
Alex moans, and his voice is so close to being wrecked. It’s almost too much; his head is spinning he just needs to come. ”Please,” Alex begs for the millionth time that night, and at any other time, he’d be all for letting Zack and Kyle make out over his shoulder, but he’s been fucked three times and he’d really like to come, thank you very much.
There’s a wet sound, and Zack pulls away from the platinum blonde drummer, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “At least he knows the magic word,” he laughs, and Caleb and Kyle laugh too, lips pressing and teeth biting at Alex’s skin. Zack turns Alex around so he’s leaning back against Kyle’s chest, and now it’s Kyle and Caleb who are making out over Alex’s shoulder.
He’s distracted by them until he feels Zack’s tongue. If there wasn’t a cockring stopping him, Alex would have just come. He can’t come, so he slowly dies from the torture Zack is putting him through, his tongue inside of Alex’s ass, and then it occurs to him that he can taste all of them, he can taste Kyle and Caleb and himself and fuckshitdamn Alex might die soon. Kyle mouths at his neck, hands trailing lazily down his sides to his hips and Caleb leans over, connecting their lips and kisses him deep and dirty, swallowing all of his moans. Alex sucks on Caleb’s tongue, falling apart as Zack’s tongue works its way inside of him, curling and twisting, moving out to trace around the rim. Zack moves back, presses fingers inside of Alex instead, finding his prostate after basically no time and the pleasure courses through him, straight down to his cock and he’s fucking throbbing, he might pass out from all the blood rushing down to his dick.
“Please, please, please,” he pants against Caleb’s lips, eyes crazed and he looks so wrecked.
“I think you should fuck him again before he dies or something,” Kyle says mildly from behind Alex, and he just looks really pleased now, like this worked out well when can we do this again? Alex moans in agreement.
Zack laughs, leans forward to kiss Kyle again and then roots around, finding the bottle of lube at the bottle of the bed in between the sheets. He lubes himself up (refuses to ever fuck Alex without it because while he has nothing against good pain, he doesn’t want to hurt Alex, ok) and then pushes into Alex, one smooth hot wet good slide, Alex’s legs raising to wrap around his hips from the beginning.
His head tips back onto Kyle’s shoulder, exposing the column of his neck as he moans, deep and low and desperate, hips working desperately against Zack’s. The bassist takes his own pace, deep and slow and long, and he fucks Alex like no one else does and the term bassists do it deeper is just about the truest thing Alex has ever heard in his life. “Zack, please, please, I, please,” he gasps, and Zack growls, snaps his hips forward.
“What do you need?” Zack purrs, keeps going at the pace he sets, until Alex is a writhing mess in between him and Kyle, his fingers pulling at Zack’s short strands (he misses the ‘fro, there was more to pull) until Zack catches Kyle’s eye and gives a short nod because he can’t hold out much longer.
“Need to come, please, Ky, need you to let me, please,” Alex gasps as Caleb presses open mouthed kisses to his neck.
Kyle’s fingers move down the v in between Alex’s hips, wrapping around his cock, and fuck damn, Alex has a thing for Kyle’s hands because he has different callouses to Zack because he’s a drummer and it feels good. His hand touches the base of his cock lightly, and then he feels the cock ring fucking tighten, and he makes a desperate, animalistic noise in protest, hips rocking up desperately into Zack’s, trying for friction, anything. But then, then it loosens and it’s just another touch and Zack’s lips are by his ear, murmuring, “Ok, come for us.”
Finally, finally, a week and a lot of hours later Alex is coming, shocks going through every single fucking cell of his body and he’s coming harder than he’s ever come in his life.
Afterwards, he’s distantly aware of people moving around, people talking (I’m all for doing this again), people wiping him down. He’s aware of people shifting around, arms and legs tangling together underneath off-white hotel sheets, low voices and slow kisses.
“Hey, you okay?” he hears Zack murmur, and it’s Zack that’s behind him, spooned up against him, and Alex manages a nod. He’s sore all over now, he can really feel it, he’ll be feeling this for a while, but he’s okay with that, he feels sore and used and loved. Zack laughs when Alex tries to voice that, most of it coming out like felsngsusendved.
“I think he’s going to die in a minute,” Kyle says sleepily, and it’s him that’s on Alex’s other side, so that means Caleb is on the other side of Kyle. “Just let him die in peace, Zee,”
Zack nods, presses a light, chaste kiss to Alex’s lips and lets him pass out.