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Title: A Reasonable Price
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Brian // Jimmy
Rating: NC17
Summary: PWP. `You never know what happens at a bar...with the Rev...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
This is kind of a better version of Plastic Cups and Cigarette Butts, with a different pairing of course.
A Reasonable Price
((Jimmy's POV))
I leaned forward against the bar keeping the award winning smile on my face. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes.
"What can I do you for?" I asked.
His eyes traveled down my body and I tried to keep my smirk neutral -- not too triumphant.
"A reasonable price." he said in a low tone, eyes coming back to mine.
I grinned, unable to help myself. But then the boss' voice reached my ears -- he was agitated that night -- roaring something about letting someone do their job. I realized that my shift was over. He grinned at me as I climbed over the counter, sliding down to stand between two barstools, one of which he occupied. We were so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I'm sure he could feel my hard-on straining at its denim confines against his thigh.
"Done for the night?" he questioned, his voice had turned husky, and I had to fight the urge to start manically humping his leg or something -- it'd been a while since I'd gotten laid.
I nodded shortly, putting one of my hands on one of his shoulders. "I need a ride home, though." I said in my best innocent voice. "Willing to help a guy out?"
He cocked a perfect eyebrow and I offered a smile, rubbing his muscle through the thin material of his vintage shirt.
"I don't know." he said cheekily. "I hadn't been planning on leaving too early."
I put on a pout, most guys loved when I did that -- it made my lips look fuller.
"Please." I moaned softly. "Who knows what would happen if I were to walk home...alone?" As I spoke, I pressed my body against his. "Some mean ugly guy could pull me into a dark alley.
He grinned again, and once more, his eyes moved over my body.
"And how do I benefit from this?" he asked.
I smirked -- he was falling for it.
"What do you want?" I asked.
He licked his lips, still grinning, and looked down. "I want you to put those pretty lips of yours to work." he said.
My face broke from a small smirk to a wide smile, and I leaned into him again.
"Doing what?" I asked in a soft tone. "Sucking your pretty cock?"
"You're a smart one." he said.
I grinned almost triumphantly, and slid both of my arms around his thick neck, keeping my groin against his thigh.
"What's your name, stud?" I asked.
"Names aren't important." he said. "But you can call me Syn."
I made a 'hmm' noise, raising my eyebrows thoughtfully.
"Mysterious." I said, "I like it."
He grinned again. "And you are?"
"Names aren't important," I threw back at him, only I didn't have some 'mysterious' name to offer.
He pouted slightly, and my hips involuntarily rolled forward. He gave a small chuckle, sliding a muscular arm around my thin waist.
"Well, what should I call you?" he asked.
"Slut, whore, bitch." I said, removing an arm from him to count on my fingers. "Anything you want really?"
"You want to be my slut?" he asked, and his dangerously low tone sent a thrill to my cock.
I smirked. "Only if you're lucky."
He grinned and stood up, squishing us between the barstools, and he glanced at the old fashioned Jack Daniel's clock that hung on the wall above the bar.
"I guess it's not too early." he said, before gesturing at the door. "Your chariot?"
He took me out to his car, and opened the passenger side door for me. As his arm slid from my waist, and I started to climb into his car, he just had to give my ass a squeeze. In no time we were on our way to my apartment. I kept one hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles as we spoke the bare minimum. I felt like we were in one of those sleazy music videos, one for a cheesy band like the Strokes or something. (AN: Nothing against the Strokes -- just fit the part.). It was pretty humorous -- I'd never gone home with a random stranger before -- but I'd never met a guy like Syn before either.
We reached the complex and I led him up to my place. As I unlocked the door, he stood behind me, hands on my hips, and lips attached to my neck. The door opened with a creak, and trying to keep our position, we stumbled into the apartment. He kicked the door shut and spun me around to roughly kiss my lips. I let a tiny groan escape as I pressed my body against his.
"Something to drink?" I asked when we broke for air.
"Mmm." he said shaking his head and kissing me again. "Your room, now."
I nodded, grabbing his hand and quickly leading him down the hallway. We got to my room and his mouth ended up on mine again as we made our way to the bed. We broke apart and he took his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I marveled at his chest -- big but not hulking like some people I knew.
"Like what you see?" he asked in a seductive tone.
I nodded. "Very much so." I replied.
"Want to see more?" he asked, keeping his eyes on me as he unbuckled both of his belts.
I nodded quickly -- I wanted this guy so bad my mouth was practically watering. He grinned and lowered his hands.
"Strip." he ordered.
I was more than willing to comply, and I grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, yanking it off, and dropping it next to his. I undid my two belts quickly -- something we had in common. He sat down on my bed watching intensely as they came undone, followed by my fly. As my jeans dropped from my hips, gathering at my ankles, I kicked them off along with my shoes until I was completely naked -- I never wore underwear.
"Satisfied?" I asked, smirking at the way he'd seemed to go into a trance at the sight of my body. I trailed my hand down my abdomen, tracing my fingers down my throbbing erection -- it was torture to myself, but I got the reaction I'd wanted.
He shifted uncomfortably, taking a deep breath and nodding.
"Getting there." he said huskily.
He unzipped his jeans quickly, popping the button with ease, and I watched almost greedily as his cock pretty much came out by itself. I grinned and he raised his eyebrows.
"So?" he asked.
"Mm.." I made a noise in the back of my throat. "Very impressive."
With a smug smirk, he sat back a little, staring at me lustfully.
"Yeah?" he asked. "Is it a pretty cock?"
I kept my steely gaze locked with his and didn't miss a beat.
"Beautiful."
"You want this cock inside you?" he asked.
I nodded, wanting more than anything to jerk myself off.
"Come here." he said, "Show me how much you want it."
I quickly got to my knees, and slid between his legs. Keeping one hand behind him on the mattress, his other found its way into my hair, guiding me to his large dick. I placed my hands on either side of him on the bed, and wasted no time in wrapping my lips around the helmet, getting a big taste of his precum immediately. I could never say that anyone's precum tasted good, but I could say that I didn't mind Syn's.
I slid my mouth halfway down his cock, and as I came back up, I stopped to suck on the head. A small moan answered me, and I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and lips slightly parted. I smiled to myself, bobbing my head down again, this time swallowing his full length almost expertly.
Syn was a guy that was pretty easy to read, and if I was correct, he was the type who thrived on power, he liked to dominate. And that would mean that he wanted me to be a pussy little bitch for him.
I made a slight noise like I was being gagged, and he let out a moan, making me smile inwardly. I stopped briefly.
"It's too big." I said softly, grabbing it lightly and moving my hand slowly over it. "I don't know if I can handle it."
He grinned, loving the way I stroked his ego.
"Well," he said. "We're gonna have to change that, now won't we?"
His comment slightly surprised me; and at that point, I knew I was in for it. He gave a laugh, and pulled lightly on my hair, before moving around me to stand up. He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up, before turning me around to face him, and pushing me down on the bed. I smirked up at him, and he crawled between my legs, coming to lay on top of me, crushing me beneath him as his lips roughly attacked mine. I was so horny at that moment that the mere feeling of the denim that still hugged his hips somewhat against my bare skin was driving me crazy.
"Mmm Syn." I purred when his mouth moved to my neck.
He made a noise against my skin, and bit harshly, getting a sharp intake of air from me. I breathed deeply as one of his hands wrapped around my erection, squeezing it with gentle force, and I pushed my hips upwards off the mattress. He made another noise into my throat, and pulled away so he could look down at me. We stared at each other for a long moment as he stroked me, but I had to break eye contact when I moaned lightly, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back.
"Slut." he said in a rough whisper. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
I nodded, though my eyes stayed close and I writhed beneath him. His hands movements were one thing, but when he spoke in such a vulgar way it completely changed things -- in a good way.
"How hard do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, squeezing my cock again.
I let out another groan, rolling my hips up. "Real hard." I said lamely. "So hard it hurts you."
He stopped pumping my dick suddenly, and I opened my eyes. He was grinning down at me -- he'd been pleased by my answer.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you." he said, before sitting back on his knees, but keeping between my legs.
My chest rose and fell quickly in anticipation, I'd never wanted anyone so bad before. I watched as he grabbed his thick cock in one hand, and spit into the other. Throwing a seductive look up at me, he quickly spread a layer of saliva onto his erection, before he positioned himself, grabbing my hips sharply, and lining himself up. I held my breath, and he seemed to take forever as pushed into me.
The head of his cock popped inside of me without difficulty, but as he started to slide all of his dick in, I winced, and bit my bottom lip, turning my head. He kept one hand on my hip, and reached the other up to tangle in my hair, turning my head to face his, and meet his eyes.
"This what you want?" he asked almost mockingly as he still slid inside of me -- it was like a neverending pole of flesh.
"Yeah," I stuttered out breathlessly, giving a quick nod. "Oh God yeah."
He grinned, keeping a hold on my hair and leaning down to violently kiss me. The next thing I know, he's impaling my ass with that thing he called a cock, and I was screaming for more. My fingers clawed at his back as his dick slid harshly into me, cutting into my prostate with each thrust. I was, no doubt, bleeding, and it sped the process up a little. And the firey pain that resulted from said blood was masked by the overwhelming pleasure of his cock hitting my sweet spot.
"Whore." he grunted out, thrusting powerfully into me again. "You love the cock."
I couldn't say anything so I only nodded as sweat poured from my brow and down my face, mixing with the involuntary tears I'd shed -- pain for pleasure. He groaned, digging his fingernails into my waist, and I bucked my hips up -- he'd started to slow.
"Say my name," he groaned out. "Tell me you love it."
I obliged quickly, moaning his nickname loudly, and scratching at his back some more. After I took a breath I told him how much I loved it. He could've got me to say anything, hell, if he'd said: "Tell me you're a pretty little Poptart princess", I would've told him.
"You're my slut right?" he asked. "I got lucky tonight?"
I'd almost forgotten the conversation we'd had earlier, but as he said this I groaned.
"Of course." I said with a nod. "Your slut."
He groaned, thrusting into me again. His body had already stiffened up, and I knew he was close. It'd happened quickly, but I wasn't complaining -- I was trying to keep my own body from orgasming as my hand moved quickly over my dick (seeing as he only cared about his pleasure at the moment). As if sensing my difficulty, he grinned down at me, grabbing my chin roughly so as to get me to make eye contact again.
"Don't cum until I say, you slut." he said.
I moaned, him saying that only made things worse. He chuckled breathlessly, removing his hand from my chin to grab my hips again, steadying my body as he thrust mercilessly into me. As his fingernails dug into my skin, in previous places they'd been before, I felt my head start to feel light, it happened with a lot of the guys I'd been with -- it was nothing bad, it was just me trying to hold off my orgasm.
"Syn." I whined, bucking my hips upward as I continued pumping my cock.
He groaned in response, throwing his hips into mine again, and sharply hitting my prostate. I whimpered, pushing my hips up once more. If it were up to me I'd have cum a long time ago. But if it were up to me, he'd be the one moaning my name as I drove my cock into him. Imagining this, of course, did nothing but make my body start to shake with the effort of trying not to cum.
"Syn." I said again, this time more of a plea, and he gave another moan.
In one breath he told me I was allowed to cum, and cum I did. My load covered not only my abdomen, but his chest, and I fell to a heap beneath him, writhing to ride out my orgasm. He grunted, and as my muscles tightened around him, he himself came. We moaned at each other like we were some kind of animal, and as he collapsed on top of me breathing deeply, I couldn't stop myself.
"God, Brian -- I love you."
He started laughing, the throaty laugh that I loved. "You ruined it!" he said breathlessly.
I grinned and shook my head. "I don't even care."
Still smiling he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I never said I was a real bartender.
Me and these role-playing fics.
I see a trend developing. =]
Comments, please?
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Brian // Jimmy
Rating: NC17
Summary: PWP. `You never know what happens at a bar...with the Rev...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
This is kind of a better version of Plastic Cups and Cigarette Butts, with a different pairing of course.
A Reasonable Price
((Jimmy's POV))
I leaned forward against the bar keeping the award winning smile on my face. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes.
"What can I do you for?" I asked.
His eyes traveled down my body and I tried to keep my smirk neutral -- not too triumphant.
"A reasonable price." he said in a low tone, eyes coming back to mine.
I grinned, unable to help myself. But then the boss' voice reached my ears -- he was agitated that night -- roaring something about letting someone do their job. I realized that my shift was over. He grinned at me as I climbed over the counter, sliding down to stand between two barstools, one of which he occupied. We were so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I'm sure he could feel my hard-on straining at its denim confines against his thigh.
"Done for the night?" he questioned, his voice had turned husky, and I had to fight the urge to start manically humping his leg or something -- it'd been a while since I'd gotten laid.
I nodded shortly, putting one of my hands on one of his shoulders. "I need a ride home, though." I said in my best innocent voice. "Willing to help a guy out?"
He cocked a perfect eyebrow and I offered a smile, rubbing his muscle through the thin material of his vintage shirt.
"I don't know." he said cheekily. "I hadn't been planning on leaving too early."
I put on a pout, most guys loved when I did that -- it made my lips look fuller.
"Please." I moaned softly. "Who knows what would happen if I were to walk home...alone?" As I spoke, I pressed my body against his. "Some mean ugly guy could pull me into a dark alley.
He grinned again, and once more, his eyes moved over my body.
"And how do I benefit from this?" he asked.
I smirked -- he was falling for it.
"What do you want?" I asked.
He licked his lips, still grinning, and looked down. "I want you to put those pretty lips of yours to work." he said.
My face broke from a small smirk to a wide smile, and I leaned into him again.
"Doing what?" I asked in a soft tone. "Sucking your pretty cock?"
"You're a smart one." he said.
I grinned almost triumphantly, and slid both of my arms around his thick neck, keeping my groin against his thigh.
"What's your name, stud?" I asked.
"Names aren't important." he said. "But you can call me Syn."
I made a 'hmm' noise, raising my eyebrows thoughtfully.
"Mysterious." I said, "I like it."
He grinned again. "And you are?"
"Names aren't important," I threw back at him, only I didn't have some 'mysterious' name to offer.
He pouted slightly, and my hips involuntarily rolled forward. He gave a small chuckle, sliding a muscular arm around my thin waist.
"Well, what should I call you?" he asked.
"Slut, whore, bitch." I said, removing an arm from him to count on my fingers. "Anything you want really?"
"You want to be my slut?" he asked, and his dangerously low tone sent a thrill to my cock.
I smirked. "Only if you're lucky."
He grinned and stood up, squishing us between the barstools, and he glanced at the old fashioned Jack Daniel's clock that hung on the wall above the bar.
"I guess it's not too early." he said, before gesturing at the door. "Your chariot?"
He took me out to his car, and opened the passenger side door for me. As his arm slid from my waist, and I started to climb into his car, he just had to give my ass a squeeze. In no time we were on our way to my apartment. I kept one hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles as we spoke the bare minimum. I felt like we were in one of those sleazy music videos, one for a cheesy band like the Strokes or something. (AN: Nothing against the Strokes -- just fit the part.). It was pretty humorous -- I'd never gone home with a random stranger before -- but I'd never met a guy like Syn before either.
We reached the complex and I led him up to my place. As I unlocked the door, he stood behind me, hands on my hips, and lips attached to my neck. The door opened with a creak, and trying to keep our position, we stumbled into the apartment. He kicked the door shut and spun me around to roughly kiss my lips. I let a tiny groan escape as I pressed my body against his.
"Something to drink?" I asked when we broke for air.
"Mmm." he said shaking his head and kissing me again. "Your room, now."
I nodded, grabbing his hand and quickly leading him down the hallway. We got to my room and his mouth ended up on mine again as we made our way to the bed. We broke apart and he took his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I marveled at his chest -- big but not hulking like some people I knew.
"Like what you see?" he asked in a seductive tone.
I nodded. "Very much so." I replied.
"Want to see more?" he asked, keeping his eyes on me as he unbuckled both of his belts.
I nodded quickly -- I wanted this guy so bad my mouth was practically watering. He grinned and lowered his hands.
"Strip." he ordered.
I was more than willing to comply, and I grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, yanking it off, and dropping it next to his. I undid my two belts quickly -- something we had in common. He sat down on my bed watching intensely as they came undone, followed by my fly. As my jeans dropped from my hips, gathering at my ankles, I kicked them off along with my shoes until I was completely naked -- I never wore underwear.
"Satisfied?" I asked, smirking at the way he'd seemed to go into a trance at the sight of my body. I trailed my hand down my abdomen, tracing my fingers down my throbbing erection -- it was torture to myself, but I got the reaction I'd wanted.
He shifted uncomfortably, taking a deep breath and nodding.
"Getting there." he said huskily.
He unzipped his jeans quickly, popping the button with ease, and I watched almost greedily as his cock pretty much came out by itself. I grinned and he raised his eyebrows.
"So?" he asked.
"Mm.." I made a noise in the back of my throat. "Very impressive."
With a smug smirk, he sat back a little, staring at me lustfully.
"Yeah?" he asked. "Is it a pretty cock?"
I kept my steely gaze locked with his and didn't miss a beat.
"Beautiful."
"You want this cock inside you?" he asked.
I nodded, wanting more than anything to jerk myself off.
"Come here." he said, "Show me how much you want it."
I quickly got to my knees, and slid between his legs. Keeping one hand behind him on the mattress, his other found its way into my hair, guiding me to his large dick. I placed my hands on either side of him on the bed, and wasted no time in wrapping my lips around the helmet, getting a big taste of his precum immediately. I could never say that anyone's precum tasted good, but I could say that I didn't mind Syn's.
I slid my mouth halfway down his cock, and as I came back up, I stopped to suck on the head. A small moan answered me, and I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and lips slightly parted. I smiled to myself, bobbing my head down again, this time swallowing his full length almost expertly.
Syn was a guy that was pretty easy to read, and if I was correct, he was the type who thrived on power, he liked to dominate. And that would mean that he wanted me to be a pussy little bitch for him.
I made a slight noise like I was being gagged, and he let out a moan, making me smile inwardly. I stopped briefly.
"It's too big." I said softly, grabbing it lightly and moving my hand slowly over it. "I don't know if I can handle it."
He grinned, loving the way I stroked his ego.
"Well," he said. "We're gonna have to change that, now won't we?"
His comment slightly surprised me; and at that point, I knew I was in for it. He gave a laugh, and pulled lightly on my hair, before moving around me to stand up. He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up, before turning me around to face him, and pushing me down on the bed. I smirked up at him, and he crawled between my legs, coming to lay on top of me, crushing me beneath him as his lips roughly attacked mine. I was so horny at that moment that the mere feeling of the denim that still hugged his hips somewhat against my bare skin was driving me crazy.
"Mmm Syn." I purred when his mouth moved to my neck.
He made a noise against my skin, and bit harshly, getting a sharp intake of air from me. I breathed deeply as one of his hands wrapped around my erection, squeezing it with gentle force, and I pushed my hips upwards off the mattress. He made another noise into my throat, and pulled away so he could look down at me. We stared at each other for a long moment as he stroked me, but I had to break eye contact when I moaned lightly, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back.
"Slut." he said in a rough whisper. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
I nodded, though my eyes stayed close and I writhed beneath him. His hands movements were one thing, but when he spoke in such a vulgar way it completely changed things -- in a good way.
"How hard do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, squeezing my cock again.
I let out another groan, rolling my hips up. "Real hard." I said lamely. "So hard it hurts you."
He stopped pumping my dick suddenly, and I opened my eyes. He was grinning down at me -- he'd been pleased by my answer.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you." he said, before sitting back on his knees, but keeping between my legs.
My chest rose and fell quickly in anticipation, I'd never wanted anyone so bad before. I watched as he grabbed his thick cock in one hand, and spit into the other. Throwing a seductive look up at me, he quickly spread a layer of saliva onto his erection, before he positioned himself, grabbing my hips sharply, and lining himself up. I held my breath, and he seemed to take forever as pushed into me.
The head of his cock popped inside of me without difficulty, but as he started to slide all of his dick in, I winced, and bit my bottom lip, turning my head. He kept one hand on my hip, and reached the other up to tangle in my hair, turning my head to face his, and meet his eyes.
"This what you want?" he asked almost mockingly as he still slid inside of me -- it was like a neverending pole of flesh.
"Yeah," I stuttered out breathlessly, giving a quick nod. "Oh God yeah."
He grinned, keeping a hold on my hair and leaning down to violently kiss me. The next thing I know, he's impaling my ass with that thing he called a cock, and I was screaming for more. My fingers clawed at his back as his dick slid harshly into me, cutting into my prostate with each thrust. I was, no doubt, bleeding, and it sped the process up a little. And the firey pain that resulted from said blood was masked by the overwhelming pleasure of his cock hitting my sweet spot.
"Whore." he grunted out, thrusting powerfully into me again. "You love the cock."
I couldn't say anything so I only nodded as sweat poured from my brow and down my face, mixing with the involuntary tears I'd shed -- pain for pleasure. He groaned, digging his fingernails into my waist, and I bucked my hips up -- he'd started to slow.
"Say my name," he groaned out. "Tell me you love it."
I obliged quickly, moaning his nickname loudly, and scratching at his back some more. After I took a breath I told him how much I loved it. He could've got me to say anything, hell, if he'd said: "Tell me you're a pretty little Poptart princess", I would've told him.
"You're my slut right?" he asked. "I got lucky tonight?"
I'd almost forgotten the conversation we'd had earlier, but as he said this I groaned.
"Of course." I said with a nod. "Your slut."
He groaned, thrusting into me again. His body had already stiffened up, and I knew he was close. It'd happened quickly, but I wasn't complaining -- I was trying to keep my own body from orgasming as my hand moved quickly over my dick (seeing as he only cared about his pleasure at the moment). As if sensing my difficulty, he grinned down at me, grabbing my chin roughly so as to get me to make eye contact again.
"Don't cum until I say, you slut." he said.
I moaned, him saying that only made things worse. He chuckled breathlessly, removing his hand from my chin to grab my hips again, steadying my body as he thrust mercilessly into me. As his fingernails dug into my skin, in previous places they'd been before, I felt my head start to feel light, it happened with a lot of the guys I'd been with -- it was nothing bad, it was just me trying to hold off my orgasm.
"Syn." I whined, bucking my hips upward as I continued pumping my cock.
He groaned in response, throwing his hips into mine again, and sharply hitting my prostate. I whimpered, pushing my hips up once more. If it were up to me I'd have cum a long time ago. But if it were up to me, he'd be the one moaning my name as I drove my cock into him. Imagining this, of course, did nothing but make my body start to shake with the effort of trying not to cum.
"Syn." I said again, this time more of a plea, and he gave another moan.
In one breath he told me I was allowed to cum, and cum I did. My load covered not only my abdomen, but his chest, and I fell to a heap beneath him, writhing to ride out my orgasm. He grunted, and as my muscles tightened around him, he himself came. We moaned at each other like we were some kind of animal, and as he collapsed on top of me breathing deeply, I couldn't stop myself.
"God, Brian -- I love you."
He started laughing, the throaty laugh that I loved. "You ruined it!" he said breathlessly.
I grinned and shook my head. "I don't even care."
Still smiling he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I never said I was a real bartender.
Me and these role-playing fics.
I see a trend developing. =]
Comments, please?