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Title: Plastic Cups and Cigarette Butts
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brian//Zacky
Summary: PWP. Hot bathroom sex.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Plastic Cups and Cigarette Butts
((Zacky's POV))
"Meet me in the bathroom."
He and I'd been making eye contact all night from across the bar, and as he whispered these words huskily into my ear as he passed, I felt my stomach knot up excitedly. Granted, we were both only looking for a one night stand, but he was perhaps one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen. He was built nicely, and wearing a tight-fitting Queen shirt to show off said build, not to mention the crazy ink on his big arms. It drove me insane. His hair was practically perfect, feathered amateurly -- though Farrah Fawcett couldn't have pulled it off any better, and it flared out from underneath a fedora. If he hadn't been so gorgeous I may have made a comment like: "Psh, he thinks he's something, don't he?" But truth be told, he was something.
I turned in the barstool and watched as he made his way to the men's bathroom, slipping swiftly through masses of people. I could already feel blood starting to seep between my legs, I wanted him -- bad. I turned back to the counter and downed the rest of my drink, before sliding from the stool and walking stiff-legged through the drunken people on the dancefloor.
I pushed open the heavy door, and stepped into the empty, smoke-smelling bathroom. The tiles on the walls were stained with graffiti -- you know, the typical: 'Call this bitch for a good time' followed by a phone number or 'Darlene gives good head' or something like that.
Other than plastic cups and cigarette butts, the bathroom seemed empty as anything. I stopped in the center, throwing a glance around again, and one of the stall doors opened to reveal him leaning against the thin wall that separated it from the other stall, a smile on his flawless face. I felt my own lips curl into a smirk, and I slowly neared him. Without waiting for me to reach him, one of his hands shot out, grabbing the front of my tee shirt, and yanking me into him.
As I was crushed against his strong chest, our lips collided powerfully. He slid one of his arms around my waist, holding our lower bodies together, as his other hand found a spot on the back of my head to hold me in place as he roughly pushed his tongue between my lips. In a swift movement, he turned me and slammed me up against the stall wall, kicking his leg out to shut the door with a bang.
He started grinding his hips into mine violently, and I tried to ignore the fact that the metal toilet paper dispenser was cutting into the back of my leg. He bit my bottom lip sharply, and pulled at one of my lip rings, getting a small noise from me, and I felt butterflies as he chuckled. He had a rich laugh, what the fuck was he doing here alone? I was suddenly so overwhelmed with gratefulness that I was the lucky one in that stall with him.
He broke our kiss, his breath coming out ragged and heavy as he moved his lips to the spot of skin underneath my ear, where he nipped and grazed his teeth. I cocked my head to the side, allowing more access, and I slipped my hands underneath his shirt, running them up over his shapely back, and feeling him shudder slightly.
Leaning back a little, he started working on one of the belts he was wearing. I hastily unbuckled the second one to help him along. He didn't have to say anything, I knew what he wanted, and without waiting for him to try and explain it, I dropped to my knees in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans, and quickly pulling the zipper down. I felt my heartbeat quicken in excitement at his size -- I'd be the first to admit that I was a slut -- I loved big cocks.
Throwing a seductive smile up at him, I grabbed his large erection, and slowly started stroking him, as he relaxed back against the other stall wall. He had a smirk on his face that told me that once it was my turn there'd be no mercy, and it couldn't have turned me on any more. Putting my attention back to his cock, I watched as precum started to ooze from the head, and I leaned forward, teasing the tip with my tongue, lightly swirling the slightly transparent liquid around. He let out a throaty noise, a noise that pleaded for me to go on, and I grinned at him again, before wrapping my lips around the helmet, and sliding his dick into my mouth.
He let out a drawn out sigh, tangling the fingers of one hand in my hair, and leaving his other hanging at his side as he pushed his hips forward instinctively. I didn't move or fight it, and I loosened my throat muscles, deciding to let him do whatever he wanted. And that's what he did, thrusting his hips forward quickly, and basically fucking my mouth. I didn't mind because whenever he hit the back of my throat he let out a raspy moan, making my cock throb harder.
As he rolled his hips, and pulled my head down onto his dick, I reached down and undid my own jeans, to pull out my pulsing cock. On contact, I couldn't help but groan -- it'd been a while. He groaned himself, bucking his hips forward slightly, and moving his free hand to the back of my neck. Normally I would've been slightly agitated that he insisted on holding me there with both hands, but I was willing to let this guy do anything he wanted. And I didn't even care.
I groaned again as my hand moved swiftly over my cock, pumping it roughly and sharply to try and make up for lost time. And suddenly, he pulled my head back, stopping me.
"Get up." he told me gruffly.
He didn't need to say it twice. Stopping my hand movements, I quickly stood, and he pushed me against the wall again, attacking my lips with his. As he passionately bit at my lip rings, he grabbed my cock with an air of almost violence, making me buck against him, pleading for more. He chuckled into the kiss like earlier, and I groaned.
Then he pulled away, and grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt, yanking it off of my body quickly, and dropping it to the floor. He gave me another kiss before turning me around to face the wall, and pulling my pants down a little to expose my ass. The air was cool in the bathroom, but already sweat was starting to slide down my back from such a heated moment.
He kissed the back of my neck, and grabbed my hips lightly, guiding his to mine. He wasn't going to add any more saliva to the make-shift lube coating his dick, but that was seriously no problem. He bent my back slightly, pulling my hips towards him, and using one of his legs to spread mine apart. And then I felt him lining himself up.
The head of his cock pressed against my waiting hole, and I tried to move back onto him, but he was holding me steady. He gave a slightly breathless laugh, before biting my earlobe gently, and pushing his dick slowly, yet deeply into me. I let out a groan, the noise coming from my chest, and he kissed my shoulder lightly as he stopped, his cock completely inside of me.
He wasted no time in pulling out again, and just as his dick almost left my ass, he thrust deeply into me again -- this time hitting my prostate without difficulty; now do you know why I loved big cocks?
I let out another groan resting my forehead on the stall wall, and trying to push myself back onto his cock again as it started to leave my body. He didn't let me of course, but then thrust into me harshly the third time, slamming me into the wall, and getting a small noise of approval from me. I knew right then and there that I wasn't going to last long.
After that third time, he sped things up, driving his dick into me quickly, and relentlessly. He reached up with one hand to grab my hair, and he yanked my head back sharply, getting a whimper from me, and making himself laugh. He started sucking and biting my neck, continuing his powerful thrusts. As he pushed into me once more, he violently rubbed his cock against my spot, and left it there, holding me still as he pressed into it harshly. I writhed between him and the wall, unable to take such a sensation. I wanted to say his name, but I didn't even know it.
"Ah fuck." I groaned, "Please -- God."
I didn't know what I was begging for, and he laughed again, but started to pull out of me. My legs had started shaking and I almost fell, but he had a tight hold of my waist, and he kept me up. He kept up his violent thrusts, each time pushing me up against the wall, and then he reached around to gingerly grab my cock, which could've made me cum on the spot.
"You're such a pretty little slut." he said huskily into my ear as I mewled, and bucked my hips back again. "How are you single?"
I moaned, unable to say anything. I wanted him to call me a slut again, I wanted him to call me more mean things like that. But I did want to answer him.
"Who said I was single?" I asked as his strokes became quick, and I let out a gasp.
"I did." he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Sitting at a bar, all by your lonesome. If you're not single -- where's your boyfriend?"
I groaned again. "Maybe he's at work." I breathed out.
He made a 'mmm' noise in the back of his throat, and he bit my shoulder. "I don't think any man in his right mind would let you come to a bar by yourself." he said. "Why, look at what happened tonight."
He thrust sharply into me again, and I cried out, feeling my orgasm building. I tried to say something else, but it was just an incoherent string of curse words, and he laughed again, tightening his grip on my cock.
"Fuckin' whore." he said. "I may have to take you home with me -- have something to wake up to."
Him calling me a whore was the straw that broke the camel's back, and I orgasmed uncontrollably, cumming into his hand. He made another 'mm' noise, and let go of my now soft cock. As he kept his other hand on my hip to hold me steady as he drove into me mercilessly, he put his covered hand up in front of my face. You'd have to be an idiot not to know what he wanted.
"That's right," he said softly, as I started lapping my own juices from his hand. "Good boy."
As I cleaned his hand, his thrusts were slow and rhythmic, but when I finished licking, he pulled out of me, and turned me around, telling me he wanted me to suck him off. I dropped to my knees again, like the slut that I was, and I grabbed his cock carelessly with one hand, guiding my lips to it again. He groaned as I swallowed his length, and I quickly started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, making short throaty noises every now and then.
After a few moments, he pulled me away from him again, and his grin was suggesting.
"Hold still now." he said.
I smirked up at him as he started pumping his own cock. Knowing what was coming, I pushed my chest out a little, preparing myself for the assault. He grinned at me again, before letting out a small moan, and I knew he was there. He aimed for my chest, something that made me like him a little more; as degrading as his words had been, he wasn't the type of guy to want to cover my face in cum -- something which I thought was very unattractive for anyone.
After he came, he collapsed back against the wall, as his load slid down my chest slowly. He was smirking down at me, trying to catch his breath, and I put on a grin, running one of my hands down my chest, and smearing his cum over my body.
"Was it good for you?" I asked in a low tone.
"You've no idea." he replied lazily.
I grinned again, pulling my hand up to my mouth and tracing my tongue over my palm, collecting some of his juices. He gave a drawn out groan.
"What say we head over to my place?" he asked, voice dripping with lust. "We could use a shower."
I smirked. "I'd be thrilled, Brian."
So yeah, one of those role-playing fics.
Reviews are highly appreciated. =]
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brian//Zacky
Summary: PWP. Hot bathroom sex.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Plastic Cups and Cigarette Butts
((Zacky's POV))
"Meet me in the bathroom."
He and I'd been making eye contact all night from across the bar, and as he whispered these words huskily into my ear as he passed, I felt my stomach knot up excitedly. Granted, we were both only looking for a one night stand, but he was perhaps one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen. He was built nicely, and wearing a tight-fitting Queen shirt to show off said build, not to mention the crazy ink on his big arms. It drove me insane. His hair was practically perfect, feathered amateurly -- though Farrah Fawcett couldn't have pulled it off any better, and it flared out from underneath a fedora. If he hadn't been so gorgeous I may have made a comment like: "Psh, he thinks he's something, don't he?" But truth be told, he was something.
I turned in the barstool and watched as he made his way to the men's bathroom, slipping swiftly through masses of people. I could already feel blood starting to seep between my legs, I wanted him -- bad. I turned back to the counter and downed the rest of my drink, before sliding from the stool and walking stiff-legged through the drunken people on the dancefloor.
I pushed open the heavy door, and stepped into the empty, smoke-smelling bathroom. The tiles on the walls were stained with graffiti -- you know, the typical: 'Call this bitch for a good time' followed by a phone number or 'Darlene gives good head' or something like that.
Other than plastic cups and cigarette butts, the bathroom seemed empty as anything. I stopped in the center, throwing a glance around again, and one of the stall doors opened to reveal him leaning against the thin wall that separated it from the other stall, a smile on his flawless face. I felt my own lips curl into a smirk, and I slowly neared him. Without waiting for me to reach him, one of his hands shot out, grabbing the front of my tee shirt, and yanking me into him.
As I was crushed against his strong chest, our lips collided powerfully. He slid one of his arms around my waist, holding our lower bodies together, as his other hand found a spot on the back of my head to hold me in place as he roughly pushed his tongue between my lips. In a swift movement, he turned me and slammed me up against the stall wall, kicking his leg out to shut the door with a bang.
He started grinding his hips into mine violently, and I tried to ignore the fact that the metal toilet paper dispenser was cutting into the back of my leg. He bit my bottom lip sharply, and pulled at one of my lip rings, getting a small noise from me, and I felt butterflies as he chuckled. He had a rich laugh, what the fuck was he doing here alone? I was suddenly so overwhelmed with gratefulness that I was the lucky one in that stall with him.
He broke our kiss, his breath coming out ragged and heavy as he moved his lips to the spot of skin underneath my ear, where he nipped and grazed his teeth. I cocked my head to the side, allowing more access, and I slipped my hands underneath his shirt, running them up over his shapely back, and feeling him shudder slightly.
Leaning back a little, he started working on one of the belts he was wearing. I hastily unbuckled the second one to help him along. He didn't have to say anything, I knew what he wanted, and without waiting for him to try and explain it, I dropped to my knees in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans, and quickly pulling the zipper down. I felt my heartbeat quicken in excitement at his size -- I'd be the first to admit that I was a slut -- I loved big cocks.
Throwing a seductive smile up at him, I grabbed his large erection, and slowly started stroking him, as he relaxed back against the other stall wall. He had a smirk on his face that told me that once it was my turn there'd be no mercy, and it couldn't have turned me on any more. Putting my attention back to his cock, I watched as precum started to ooze from the head, and I leaned forward, teasing the tip with my tongue, lightly swirling the slightly transparent liquid around. He let out a throaty noise, a noise that pleaded for me to go on, and I grinned at him again, before wrapping my lips around the helmet, and sliding his dick into my mouth.
He let out a drawn out sigh, tangling the fingers of one hand in my hair, and leaving his other hanging at his side as he pushed his hips forward instinctively. I didn't move or fight it, and I loosened my throat muscles, deciding to let him do whatever he wanted. And that's what he did, thrusting his hips forward quickly, and basically fucking my mouth. I didn't mind because whenever he hit the back of my throat he let out a raspy moan, making my cock throb harder.
As he rolled his hips, and pulled my head down onto his dick, I reached down and undid my own jeans, to pull out my pulsing cock. On contact, I couldn't help but groan -- it'd been a while. He groaned himself, bucking his hips forward slightly, and moving his free hand to the back of my neck. Normally I would've been slightly agitated that he insisted on holding me there with both hands, but I was willing to let this guy do anything he wanted. And I didn't even care.
I groaned again as my hand moved swiftly over my cock, pumping it roughly and sharply to try and make up for lost time. And suddenly, he pulled my head back, stopping me.
"Get up." he told me gruffly.
He didn't need to say it twice. Stopping my hand movements, I quickly stood, and he pushed me against the wall again, attacking my lips with his. As he passionately bit at my lip rings, he grabbed my cock with an air of almost violence, making me buck against him, pleading for more. He chuckled into the kiss like earlier, and I groaned.
Then he pulled away, and grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt, yanking it off of my body quickly, and dropping it to the floor. He gave me another kiss before turning me around to face the wall, and pulling my pants down a little to expose my ass. The air was cool in the bathroom, but already sweat was starting to slide down my back from such a heated moment.
He kissed the back of my neck, and grabbed my hips lightly, guiding his to mine. He wasn't going to add any more saliva to the make-shift lube coating his dick, but that was seriously no problem. He bent my back slightly, pulling my hips towards him, and using one of his legs to spread mine apart. And then I felt him lining himself up.
The head of his cock pressed against my waiting hole, and I tried to move back onto him, but he was holding me steady. He gave a slightly breathless laugh, before biting my earlobe gently, and pushing his dick slowly, yet deeply into me. I let out a groan, the noise coming from my chest, and he kissed my shoulder lightly as he stopped, his cock completely inside of me.
He wasted no time in pulling out again, and just as his dick almost left my ass, he thrust deeply into me again -- this time hitting my prostate without difficulty; now do you know why I loved big cocks?
I let out another groan resting my forehead on the stall wall, and trying to push myself back onto his cock again as it started to leave my body. He didn't let me of course, but then thrust into me harshly the third time, slamming me into the wall, and getting a small noise of approval from me. I knew right then and there that I wasn't going to last long.
After that third time, he sped things up, driving his dick into me quickly, and relentlessly. He reached up with one hand to grab my hair, and he yanked my head back sharply, getting a whimper from me, and making himself laugh. He started sucking and biting my neck, continuing his powerful thrusts. As he pushed into me once more, he violently rubbed his cock against my spot, and left it there, holding me still as he pressed into it harshly. I writhed between him and the wall, unable to take such a sensation. I wanted to say his name, but I didn't even know it.
"Ah fuck." I groaned, "Please -- God."
I didn't know what I was begging for, and he laughed again, but started to pull out of me. My legs had started shaking and I almost fell, but he had a tight hold of my waist, and he kept me up. He kept up his violent thrusts, each time pushing me up against the wall, and then he reached around to gingerly grab my cock, which could've made me cum on the spot.
"You're such a pretty little slut." he said huskily into my ear as I mewled, and bucked my hips back again. "How are you single?"
I moaned, unable to say anything. I wanted him to call me a slut again, I wanted him to call me more mean things like that. But I did want to answer him.
"Who said I was single?" I asked as his strokes became quick, and I let out a gasp.
"I did." he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Sitting at a bar, all by your lonesome. If you're not single -- where's your boyfriend?"
I groaned again. "Maybe he's at work." I breathed out.
He made a 'mmm' noise in the back of his throat, and he bit my shoulder. "I don't think any man in his right mind would let you come to a bar by yourself." he said. "Why, look at what happened tonight."
He thrust sharply into me again, and I cried out, feeling my orgasm building. I tried to say something else, but it was just an incoherent string of curse words, and he laughed again, tightening his grip on my cock.
"Fuckin' whore." he said. "I may have to take you home with me -- have something to wake up to."
Him calling me a whore was the straw that broke the camel's back, and I orgasmed uncontrollably, cumming into his hand. He made another 'mm' noise, and let go of my now soft cock. As he kept his other hand on my hip to hold me steady as he drove into me mercilessly, he put his covered hand up in front of my face. You'd have to be an idiot not to know what he wanted.
"That's right," he said softly, as I started lapping my own juices from his hand. "Good boy."
As I cleaned his hand, his thrusts were slow and rhythmic, but when I finished licking, he pulled out of me, and turned me around, telling me he wanted me to suck him off. I dropped to my knees again, like the slut that I was, and I grabbed his cock carelessly with one hand, guiding my lips to it again. He groaned as I swallowed his length, and I quickly started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, making short throaty noises every now and then.
After a few moments, he pulled me away from him again, and his grin was suggesting.
"Hold still now." he said.
I smirked up at him as he started pumping his own cock. Knowing what was coming, I pushed my chest out a little, preparing myself for the assault. He grinned at me again, before letting out a small moan, and I knew he was there. He aimed for my chest, something that made me like him a little more; as degrading as his words had been, he wasn't the type of guy to want to cover my face in cum -- something which I thought was very unattractive for anyone.
After he came, he collapsed back against the wall, as his load slid down my chest slowly. He was smirking down at me, trying to catch his breath, and I put on a grin, running one of my hands down my chest, and smearing his cum over my body.
"Was it good for you?" I asked in a low tone.
"You've no idea." he replied lazily.
I grinned again, pulling my hand up to my mouth and tracing my tongue over my palm, collecting some of his juices. He gave a drawn out groan.
"What say we head over to my place?" he asked, voice dripping with lust. "We could use a shower."
I smirked. "I'd be thrilled, Brian."
So yeah, one of those role-playing fics.
Reviews are highly appreciated. =]