Talk Dirty To Me
Title: Talk Dirty to Me
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Zian
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zack has the filthiest mouth Rian has ever heard.
No, seriously.
Disclaimer: I own everything, everyone etc. etc. etc. Title and belong to Poison.
A/N: Hi this was interesting to write because there isn't actually sex but there kind of is. i think i started this like a month ago and then forgot about it but then i found it and finished it. there isn't enough zian in this world, okay. uh yeah enjoy~~~
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Zack has the filthiest mouth Rian has ever heard.
No, seriously.
All that about speech without thought isn't really speech at all or whatever is probably a lot of fangirls buying a lot of crap from the worlds biggest manure salesman.
That, or Zack just puts a lot of thought into what he says in bed.
He knows how to put Rian on edge just by talking. They had phone sex once (and only once, let it be known) and Rian came practically without touching himself at all, just listened to Zack's filthy voice run away with him. It was simultaneously really hot and really embarrassing.
At first, the fact that Zack could actually string sentences together the way he did while they were having sex really freaked him out (because Rian's logic had told him that if Zack was capable of sentences like that then obviously he was doing something wrong) but then he figured out that that was just Zack being Zack, ridiculously quiet everywhere but the bedroom.
They're seated in a row (Zack and then Rian and then Jack and then Alex) at a table, sharpie markers at the ready to sign and smile and hug and take pictures. Rian watches Alex flirt incessantly with Matt, but Matt is so oblivious to Alex's attempts at seduction it's unbelievable.
Zack curls a hand loosely around Rian's knee, leans forward and whispers in his ear, "A blowjob says that Matt will never figure it out." Rian twists around to face him and grins, nodding.
"You're on. Alex is gonna snap soon and just tell him that he loves with him,"
Zack's hand tightens a little around his knee, sliding up marginally. "What, the way I love you?" he asks quietly, and there's this lilt to his tone of voice that Rian is a little bit too familiar with.
"How do you love me?" he responds with, a sideways glance going over to Jack on his other side, but if he's noticed anything he isn't letting on because now he's waving his hands as he tells Alex something about white chocolate sauce and strawberries.
He kind of doesn't want to know what Jack is talking about.
"You know when you were showering, right before we had to go?" Zack asks instead, not quite looking at Rian, but right past his shoulder as he speaks, not waiting for him to answer. "I stretched myself and then put in that butt plug that's in your suitcase."
Rian's jaw drops; he stares at Zack long enough that Alex and Jack notices and Jack snaps his fingers in front of Rian's face going, "Hellllo, earth to Rian."
He shakes his head and Zack grins smugly, glancing at Jack. "I told him that I burned his last candle," and Jack snorts, running into some story about this one chick who bought a blue, penis shaped candle for him to give to Alex because she thought it was like a wax casting of his penis or something.
No one listens to him.
Zack's hand shifts up again when the attention is diverted, leaning over so that he can whisper to him, "I thought about you the whole time. Your fingers are thicker, they fill me more," he breathes, and the next thing Rian knows is a couple girls coming to the table with posters and CDs for them to sign. Rian signs them and gives them a couple forced smiles, willing himself not to look at Zack because he's half hard, starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. Zack signs their things one handed, his other hand still curled around Rian's thigh, moving slowly upwards.
Their knees are touching under the table. Matt has made rules for no sex on the bus, no sex in the venues, but he's never said anything about events like this, and it's not even sex, they're barely touching save for their knees and Zack's hand on his thigh.
Zack is leaning towards him, speaking in a voice low enough that only Rian can hear him. "I want you to fuck me, I've been thinking about it all day. But we won't have time, there's never enough time because we don't have a hotel night again and right after this we have that radio thing and then soundcheck. But I've been thinking about you fucking me all day, filling me and taking me and using me like no one else does."
More girls make their way from Jack and Alex to them, laughing nervously and making What's a Ryan? joke. They sign their things, Zack still doing it one handed. He talks to the brunette girl for a couple minutes, and he has a straight face on, it's like he totally wasn't just telling Rian how much he wanted him to fuck him.
If his hand wasn't a heavy weight on his thigh, he'd think he imagined it.
"You could do it while we wait for someone else to go on. Yellowcard, or Hey Monday," Zack purrs in his ear as soon as the girls are gone. "It couldn't be in the dressing room because people, but in a bathroom maybe, or a closet." He goes quiet for a few moments, thinking about it. "Or maybe we'd be too desperate to even find a room with a door. Maybe we'd just find some shadowy corner. You could bend me over an amp and fuck me like that, side stage."
Rian makes a strangled sound; Zack shifts his hand further up his thigh. There are more girls, but they're crowded around Alex and Jack, giving them teddy bears and letters and papers to sign. Rian doesn't actually mind that they're pretty much being ignored, save for a couple people who come over to them.
(He kind of wishes they'd go away, actually.)
"How would you feel if you did that?" Zack's voice is in his ear again, still not quite close enough that it looks suspicious but only Rian can hear him. "We'd be so close to the crowd. If it went quiet people would hear me. We might even be seen too, think about it. What if someone catches us on camera?"
He won't moan, he won't, dammit.
"What if we don't get to fuck before the show?" Zack asks, his voice raising just a little bit, just enough that Jack catches if and he turns his head, giving them a sharp look, like, um, what. No. Zack smirks at him, signs whatever it is that a girl hands him and passes it to Rian.
Rian doesn't even bother signing it, just scrawls something random.
"Do you think you could focus on playing, knowing that I'm less than twenty feet away, stretched and open and wearing a butt plug for you?"
He pauses, and Rian is actually a little short for breath.
"We'd have to do it in the bunks; I don't think Matt would be very happy with us. Or in the shower, after the show. Jack and Alex would have to shower before us. I don't think you'd bother with lube. There'd be water, maybe a little lube left from the plug, but otherwise I think you'd just take me like that, fuck me into the wall. You wouldn't bother prepping me either, I wouldn't need it."
It's true, Rian would just take him, turn him around so he's facing the shower wall and fuck him till he's practically singing, till Jack and Alex and Danny and Matt and Evan can all hear him.
Zack's hand inches a little higher up; he's practically palming him through his pants except, he isn't. Rian shifts his hips up, tries to get the message across to Zack but he shakes his head, giving Rian a teasing grin.
"Imagine if we don't even have time for that, though." Zack whispers. "We'd have to go out and talk to people and sign things and then go back to the bus and I wouldn't be able to get fucked. Do you know what I'd do?" Zack stops talking, looks and Rian expectantly.
"Uh..." Rian shakes his head, an almost apologetic smile on his face.
"Matt would throw a fit if he caught us fucking, so we can't do that. So when we go to bed, I'd get into my bunk and you'd get into yours, and I'd wait til everyone is asleep." Zack gives him a sideways look to make sure that he's still listening.
Rian couldn't stop listening for all the candles in the world.
"You wouldn't be asleep though," Zack murmurs, and he's smirking; Rian can hear it in his voice even if he isn't looking at him. "So you'd be able to hear it while I jerk off. I'd be extra loud, just for you, just so you could hear because I know you get off sound."
It's mostly silent between them for a few minutes while hey both sign things and talk to some fans. Rian gets a pair of drum sticks and Zack gets a drawing of him.
"You'd jerk off too, wouldn't you?" The bassist asks. It's a rhetorical question, of course he would. "And you'd know when I'm about to come," Rian nods, because he would, he'd hear him in the bunk above his, the catch in his breath and the moans that he'd purposely not quieten.
"But what if it was a hotel night?" Zack continues, his hand heavy on Rian's thigh, close enough that he just needs to move it a little to the left and Rian could get some friction. "We'd have a whole night and you could just bend me over and fuck me into the mattress."
Alex is looking at then, he looks a little confused but Rian doesn't care, he just wants for Zack to never stop talking to him.
"Maybe before you fuck me I'll blow you. Or you could rim me," Rian recognized the way Zack is slipping into this velvety tone of voice; it's the same one that he had when he pushed Rian over the edge just by talking to him. "God, you have no idea how much your mouth drives me crazy," he breathes in his ear, and shivers shoot down Rian's spine. His hips rock forward a little in his seat, unable to help himself and he is so, so glad that the front of the table is covered by posters so no one can see what's going on under it.
There's a break where Matt needs to talk to the group of people waiting to come meet the band be because the girls were getting too loud and squeal-y.
Rian drops his head onto the table, a low groan escaping his lips. "Tired?" Jack asks, and Rian makes a noncommittal sound. The guitarist laughs, turning to talk to Alex again.
"Neither of us would last very long," Zack says in his ear. "Not if we were in the hotel and we'd been on edge all day. The sex would be so good though. You'd fuck me fast and hard, until I can't remember my name. I wouldn't be quiet either, so you'd have to hope that we get a room at the end of the hall, or that the walls aren't paper thin.
"And you know what else?" Zack asks, not pausing to wait for an answer. "You would come first. I'd hold out on you, and only after you come (and you would come, hard) and I can feel it, can feel you inside, feel everything, then I'd come. It might be your hand, or mine, but either way, I'd get someone’s hand and you'd still be in me, and I'd come, hot and white. And if it was your hand, I'd suck your fingers clean," he purrs.
Then Zack's hand is gone, and Rian opens his eyes and sits up, he's hard and they're scheduled for this meet and greet thing for at least another forty five minutes. Zack won't meet his eye, but he looks smug as fuck and Rian could almost hit him.
As soon as they're done with this, he's going to fuck Zack into tomorrow.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Zian
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zack has the filthiest mouth Rian has ever heard.
No, seriously.
Disclaimer: I own everything, everyone etc. etc. etc. Title and belong to Poison.
A/N: Hi this was interesting to write because there isn't actually sex but there kind of is. i think i started this like a month ago and then forgot about it but then i found it and finished it. there isn't enough zian in this world, okay. uh yeah enjoy~~~
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Zack has the filthiest mouth Rian has ever heard.
No, seriously.
All that about speech without thought isn't really speech at all or whatever is probably a lot of fangirls buying a lot of crap from the worlds biggest manure salesman.
That, or Zack just puts a lot of thought into what he says in bed.
He knows how to put Rian on edge just by talking. They had phone sex once (and only once, let it be known) and Rian came practically without touching himself at all, just listened to Zack's filthy voice run away with him. It was simultaneously really hot and really embarrassing.
At first, the fact that Zack could actually string sentences together the way he did while they were having sex really freaked him out (because Rian's logic had told him that if Zack was capable of sentences like that then obviously he was doing something wrong) but then he figured out that that was just Zack being Zack, ridiculously quiet everywhere but the bedroom.
They're seated in a row (Zack and then Rian and then Jack and then Alex) at a table, sharpie markers at the ready to sign and smile and hug and take pictures. Rian watches Alex flirt incessantly with Matt, but Matt is so oblivious to Alex's attempts at seduction it's unbelievable.
Zack curls a hand loosely around Rian's knee, leans forward and whispers in his ear, "A blowjob says that Matt will never figure it out." Rian twists around to face him and grins, nodding.
"You're on. Alex is gonna snap soon and just tell him that he loves with him,"
Zack's hand tightens a little around his knee, sliding up marginally. "What, the way I love you?" he asks quietly, and there's this lilt to his tone of voice that Rian is a little bit too familiar with.
"How do you love me?" he responds with, a sideways glance going over to Jack on his other side, but if he's noticed anything he isn't letting on because now he's waving his hands as he tells Alex something about white chocolate sauce and strawberries.
He kind of doesn't want to know what Jack is talking about.
"You know when you were showering, right before we had to go?" Zack asks instead, not quite looking at Rian, but right past his shoulder as he speaks, not waiting for him to answer. "I stretched myself and then put in that butt plug that's in your suitcase."
Rian's jaw drops; he stares at Zack long enough that Alex and Jack notices and Jack snaps his fingers in front of Rian's face going, "Hellllo, earth to Rian."
He shakes his head and Zack grins smugly, glancing at Jack. "I told him that I burned his last candle," and Jack snorts, running into some story about this one chick who bought a blue, penis shaped candle for him to give to Alex because she thought it was like a wax casting of his penis or something.
No one listens to him.
Zack's hand shifts up again when the attention is diverted, leaning over so that he can whisper to him, "I thought about you the whole time. Your fingers are thicker, they fill me more," he breathes, and the next thing Rian knows is a couple girls coming to the table with posters and CDs for them to sign. Rian signs them and gives them a couple forced smiles, willing himself not to look at Zack because he's half hard, starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. Zack signs their things one handed, his other hand still curled around Rian's thigh, moving slowly upwards.
Their knees are touching under the table. Matt has made rules for no sex on the bus, no sex in the venues, but he's never said anything about events like this, and it's not even sex, they're barely touching save for their knees and Zack's hand on his thigh.
Zack is leaning towards him, speaking in a voice low enough that only Rian can hear him. "I want you to fuck me, I've been thinking about it all day. But we won't have time, there's never enough time because we don't have a hotel night again and right after this we have that radio thing and then soundcheck. But I've been thinking about you fucking me all day, filling me and taking me and using me like no one else does."
More girls make their way from Jack and Alex to them, laughing nervously and making What's a Ryan? joke. They sign their things, Zack still doing it one handed. He talks to the brunette girl for a couple minutes, and he has a straight face on, it's like he totally wasn't just telling Rian how much he wanted him to fuck him.
If his hand wasn't a heavy weight on his thigh, he'd think he imagined it.
"You could do it while we wait for someone else to go on. Yellowcard, or Hey Monday," Zack purrs in his ear as soon as the girls are gone. "It couldn't be in the dressing room because people, but in a bathroom maybe, or a closet." He goes quiet for a few moments, thinking about it. "Or maybe we'd be too desperate to even find a room with a door. Maybe we'd just find some shadowy corner. You could bend me over an amp and fuck me like that, side stage."
Rian makes a strangled sound; Zack shifts his hand further up his thigh. There are more girls, but they're crowded around Alex and Jack, giving them teddy bears and letters and papers to sign. Rian doesn't actually mind that they're pretty much being ignored, save for a couple people who come over to them.
(He kind of wishes they'd go away, actually.)
"How would you feel if you did that?" Zack's voice is in his ear again, still not quite close enough that it looks suspicious but only Rian can hear him. "We'd be so close to the crowd. If it went quiet people would hear me. We might even be seen too, think about it. What if someone catches us on camera?"
He won't moan, he won't, dammit.
"What if we don't get to fuck before the show?" Zack asks, his voice raising just a little bit, just enough that Jack catches if and he turns his head, giving them a sharp look, like, um, what. No. Zack smirks at him, signs whatever it is that a girl hands him and passes it to Rian.
Rian doesn't even bother signing it, just scrawls something random.
"Do you think you could focus on playing, knowing that I'm less than twenty feet away, stretched and open and wearing a butt plug for you?"
He pauses, and Rian is actually a little short for breath.
"We'd have to do it in the bunks; I don't think Matt would be very happy with us. Or in the shower, after the show. Jack and Alex would have to shower before us. I don't think you'd bother with lube. There'd be water, maybe a little lube left from the plug, but otherwise I think you'd just take me like that, fuck me into the wall. You wouldn't bother prepping me either, I wouldn't need it."
It's true, Rian would just take him, turn him around so he's facing the shower wall and fuck him till he's practically singing, till Jack and Alex and Danny and Matt and Evan can all hear him.
Zack's hand inches a little higher up; he's practically palming him through his pants except, he isn't. Rian shifts his hips up, tries to get the message across to Zack but he shakes his head, giving Rian a teasing grin.
"Imagine if we don't even have time for that, though." Zack whispers. "We'd have to go out and talk to people and sign things and then go back to the bus and I wouldn't be able to get fucked. Do you know what I'd do?" Zack stops talking, looks and Rian expectantly.
"Uh..." Rian shakes his head, an almost apologetic smile on his face.
"Matt would throw a fit if he caught us fucking, so we can't do that. So when we go to bed, I'd get into my bunk and you'd get into yours, and I'd wait til everyone is asleep." Zack gives him a sideways look to make sure that he's still listening.
Rian couldn't stop listening for all the candles in the world.
"You wouldn't be asleep though," Zack murmurs, and he's smirking; Rian can hear it in his voice even if he isn't looking at him. "So you'd be able to hear it while I jerk off. I'd be extra loud, just for you, just so you could hear because I know you get off sound."
It's mostly silent between them for a few minutes while hey both sign things and talk to some fans. Rian gets a pair of drum sticks and Zack gets a drawing of him.
"You'd jerk off too, wouldn't you?" The bassist asks. It's a rhetorical question, of course he would. "And you'd know when I'm about to come," Rian nods, because he would, he'd hear him in the bunk above his, the catch in his breath and the moans that he'd purposely not quieten.
"But what if it was a hotel night?" Zack continues, his hand heavy on Rian's thigh, close enough that he just needs to move it a little to the left and Rian could get some friction. "We'd have a whole night and you could just bend me over and fuck me into the mattress."
Alex is looking at then, he looks a little confused but Rian doesn't care, he just wants for Zack to never stop talking to him.
"Maybe before you fuck me I'll blow you. Or you could rim me," Rian recognized the way Zack is slipping into this velvety tone of voice; it's the same one that he had when he pushed Rian over the edge just by talking to him. "God, you have no idea how much your mouth drives me crazy," he breathes in his ear, and shivers shoot down Rian's spine. His hips rock forward a little in his seat, unable to help himself and he is so, so glad that the front of the table is covered by posters so no one can see what's going on under it.
There's a break where Matt needs to talk to the group of people waiting to come meet the band be because the girls were getting too loud and squeal-y.
Rian drops his head onto the table, a low groan escaping his lips. "Tired?" Jack asks, and Rian makes a noncommittal sound. The guitarist laughs, turning to talk to Alex again.
"Neither of us would last very long," Zack says in his ear. "Not if we were in the hotel and we'd been on edge all day. The sex would be so good though. You'd fuck me fast and hard, until I can't remember my name. I wouldn't be quiet either, so you'd have to hope that we get a room at the end of the hall, or that the walls aren't paper thin.
"And you know what else?" Zack asks, not pausing to wait for an answer. "You would come first. I'd hold out on you, and only after you come (and you would come, hard) and I can feel it, can feel you inside, feel everything, then I'd come. It might be your hand, or mine, but either way, I'd get someone’s hand and you'd still be in me, and I'd come, hot and white. And if it was your hand, I'd suck your fingers clean," he purrs.
Then Zack's hand is gone, and Rian opens his eyes and sits up, he's hard and they're scheduled for this meet and greet thing for at least another forty five minutes. Zack won't meet his eye, but he looks smug as fuck and Rian could almost hit him.
As soon as they're done with this, he's going to fuck Zack into tomorrow.