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Title: Last House on the Left
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold // Bleeding Through
Pairing: Multiple
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
00-06 || 07-09 || 10 || 11 | 12
Last House on the Left
Chapter 13
Matt and Johnny returned, and Matt was the perfect gentleman of course, carrying the things that Johnny'd brought with them. The house was quiet, and seemingly empty, but as they made it upstairs and were going down the hallway, Brandan came out of his room, pulling his pants up -- and like earlier, he refused to button or zip them.
"Do you ever stop?" Matt asked jokingly, immediately noticing the thin layer of sweat that still covered the other man's body.
Brandan grinned. "Never." he said. "You're lucky you don't have to pay me."
"Tell me about it." Matt said with a smirk, as he and Johnny passed him.
Matt took the kid to his room, where he dropped the bags on his bed.
"Now." he said. "I have to take a shower -- by myself." he added, making Johnny smirk. "But I hope you know you can do whatever you want here. If you need anything, just ask Brandan or someone."
Johnny nodded, feeling like he was ten years old. Matt grinned at him, leaning over to kiss him lightly. Then the older man turned and went into the master bathroom.
With a light sigh, Johnny glanced around the room. Deciding that staying in the room would be boring, he left. He made his way downstairs, and went into the kitchen. It was weird to be in such a large house that was as quiet as it was.
As he was standing just inside the kitchen, the basement door opened, and he jumped slightly as Brandan came from the stairs, followed by Ryan.
"Johnny boy." Brandan said with a grin. "How's it goin'?"
Johnny shrugged shyly, looking down as Ryan shut and locked the door behind them.
"Okay." he said quietly, then he glanced back up. "I quit my job."
Brandan threw an arm around him. "That's great." he said. "Really great -- I'm glad you've decided to stay. On your own will at that."
Johnny smirked, but didn't really know what to say.
"Bran." Ryan said suddenly. "Sometimes, I swear to God..."
The taller man's brow furrowed. "What?" he asked.
Ryan reached over and grabbed the front of Brandan's pants, which had started to slide down, and he pulled them up, buttoning and zipping them. Brandan rolled his eyes.
"They're coming off later anyways." he said, sounding like a child who was whining at his mom -- something along the lines of 'Why make the bed if I'm gonna sleep in it later?'
"No excuse for your cock and balls to be hanging out." Ryan replied.
"Stop nagging -- not like you haven't seen it."
"Well I'm sure Johnny here doesn't want to see it." Ryan said, throwing a wink at the kid. "Cause I mean, after last night, your size is probably really disappointing."
The faintest of tinges came to Brandan's face, but he grinned.
"Well, Matt may be the biggest." he said. "But we all know the second biggest. And his name sure as hell doesn't start with an 'R'."
"It starts with a 'B-R-I." Brian appeared from another room. "Not a 'B-R-A'."
Brandan snorted. "You wish."
Brian pointed at himself. "I know so, bedroom eyes."
Ryan's arm shot out and he backhanded Brian's chest.
"What?" Brian asked, looking offended. "I wasn't coming onto him or anything."
Brandan smirked. "Only cause you know you'd love it too much." he said. "You'd go crazy for it."
Brian rolled his eyes, flipping both Brandan and Ryan off, before throwing a small, over exaggerated wave of Johnny. Then he pointed at Brandan.
"Don't listen to this man." he said. "He's an idiot."
He turned and started towards the main staircase.
"I'm going to your room." Ryan said, he smirked at Johnny. "Glad you're staying."
The two watched him walk towards the stairs like Brian had done, and Brandan shook his head.
"Horny bastard." he said, before turning back to Johnny. "Anyway." he said, "Make yourself at home --" he gestured to the cabinets in the kitchen. "If you get hungry or anything, have whatever you want. Though Brian loves his food -- just tell him it was me if he says anything."
Johnny gave a nod. "Uh, thanks." he said.
Brandan gave a short nod, before leaning over and kissing Johnny's temple wetly, smirking, and starting to walk away. As his arm slid from the kid's shoulders, his hand just so happened to brush across Johnny's ass, sending a violent blush to the boy's cheeks. Grinning to himself, Brandan neared the stairs.
~x~
Brian slipped quickly into his room, shutting the door. Zack was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard as he flipped casually through a magazine. He was wearing his pants only, and looked quite comfortable on Brian's bed. Brian had to smirk to himself; nobody seemed to notice that he'd been keeping Zacky in his room. The smaller man looked up as Brian pulled off his shirt.
"I have two questions." he said, and Brian climbed into the bed with him.
"Ask away." his captor said sitting next to him against the headboard.
"Tiger Beat?" Zack asked, holding up the magazine he'd been flipping through.
Brian grinned sheepishly, grabbing the magazine from his hands. A small picture of Drake Bell on the cover of it had persuaded him to buy it. So what if he had a thing for young, girlish looking guys?
"I can explain." he said, tossing it off the bed.
Zack grinned and shook his head. "No need to." he said. "I understand."
Brian relaxed slightly. "What's your other question?"
Zack glanced up at him quickly, and then looked down at his legs. "Why do you like me?" he asked. "What made you like me in the first place?"
Brian side-glanced him. "Honestly." he said slowly. "I have no idea."
Zack smirked, but didn't lift his head. Brian gave a sigh, leaning over to nuzzle the smaller man's shoulder.
"But all that matters is that I like you, right?" he asked.
Zack quickly nodded, and Brian grinned, lifting his head to kiss Zack firmly. As he pushed his tongue forcefully into the other man's mouth, he reached down with one hand to rub at Zacky's crotch. Zack grinned into the kiss, and followed suit, putting his hand on Brian's quickly hardening cock. It was just better when they both enjoyed it.
~x~
Matt came out of the bathroom, running a comb through his wet hair. He wasn't surprised to find Johnny in his bed, laying on his back with one hand under his head, and the other resting on his stomach where a remote control sat. The small TV that sat in its small entertainment center against the wall in front of the bed was on, and Tom was devising another plan to get Jerry -- though the mouse was making a deal with the dog from next door. Same shit, different episode. Matt's gaze returned to Johnny's sleeping form, and he watched the kid's chest rise and fall slowly as he neared the bed.
Wearing only PJ pants and a wifebeater, Matt climbed into bed. He grabbed the remote, and set it on the mattress on the other side of the kid, before slipping an arm around Johnny's waist. He wasn't exactly tired, he just enjoyed the closeness they shared.
Around an hour later, Matt, who'd dozed off, woke up as 'Tom and Jerry' was ending, to find his bed empty. He quickly rolled over, and found Johnny sitting on the floor, back against the bed, and nose buried in a book that he'd brought with him. When he heard Matt stir, he glanced up over his shoulder, smiling.
"Hey." he said, before returning to Stephen King.
Matt grinned, reaching over to run his hand through the boy's hair.
"How long've you been up?" he asked.
Johnny shrugged. "Twenty minutes or so." he answered.
Matt nodded to himself, but didn't say anything. He glanced at the clock, and sat up, stretching. He glanced back at Johnny who'd turned again to watch the stretch.
"Liking what you're seeing?" Matt asked jokingly with a smirk.
Johnny grinned, turning pink before he closed his book and set it on the floor. He got to his feet before perching on the edge of the mattress, and looking back at Matt.
"I've liked it since the first day I saw you." he said. "Even when you kind of spaced out, and Brandan had to take over."
Matt grinned, moving so that he sat next to Johnny. "Want to know what I was thinking about when I spaced out?" he asked.
Johnny paused thoughtfully before nodding. Matt grinned, swiftly grabbing Johnny and pushing him down on the mattress, ending up on top of the boy., and pinning the kid's hands above his head. Johnny flushed, but he was still smirking -- he didn't mind, and that was all that mattered.
"This." Matt said softly, brushing his lips across Johnny's jawbone. "You beneath me."
Johnny took in a deep breath and tried to say something, but the only thing that came out was a small mewl as he felt his cock slowly start to harden against Matt's thigh. The older man chuckled lightly, kissing Johnny's neck, and bringing his head up to look at him.
"I...really like you Johnny." he said.
"I really like you more." the kid said slowly, finding his speech again.
Matt grinned, and leaned down to press his lips against Johnny's. There was a sudden knock at the door, it was one of the soft ones he always associated with Marta. He glanced up.
"Yeah?"
The door opened and she poked her head in, mouth open as she went to say something. At the sight of Matt and Johnny she stopped, and her face broke out into one of her classy smiles.
"You guys would make the hottest porno ever." she said -- end of the whole classy thing she had going for her.
Matt laughed, and Johnny's cheeks pinkened more as he grinned and looked away shyly. Marta looked them over for another moment, before leaning against the doorframe, and gesturing behind her with her thumb.
"Brandan ordered pizza." she said. "In case you boys are interested -- but it's okay if you aren't. I think they'll understand."
She winked at Johnny, and Matt grinned down at his lover, before glancing back up at Marta.
"We'll be down shortly." he said.
Still grinning, she nodded, and quickly left, shutting the door. Matt then turned back to Johnny, leaning down to kiss him again. Already sick of this position, he rolled them over, so that he was now on his back, and Johnny was sitting up straddling his hips. Johnny put his hands on Matt's strong chest for balance, and the older man continued to smirk at him.
"Johnny," he said. "It's pretty obvious what the both of us are wanting to do right now." He pulled on the kid's hips, creating a friction between their throbbing groins. "But I think we should wait."
"Why?" Johnny asked quickly, before he flushed, and hoped he hadn't sounded so desperate.
Matt grinned again. "Well...you'd be too sore, and it'll definitely be better if we wait." he said. "Plus, I'm kind of hungry -- haven't really eaten today."
Johnny grinned, and leaned down, resting his head on Matt's chest.
"Okay." he said. "You're right."
"Of course." Matt replied smoothly.
Downstairs, Brandan, Ryan and Marta had already claimed stools at the island counter, and Brian had taken his spot on the other counter next to the fridge. They had a table in the dining room, but they didn't like to be so formal -- they may've lived in a mansion, but they weren't the type for that kind of thing.
"So did you have fun shopping today?" Matt asked Marta, pulling a stool up to the end of the island next to Brandan, and then another one next to it for Johnny.
"Oh boy, you bet." Marta said.
"What did you buy?" Matt asked.
"Eh, girly things." she answered shrugging.
"A dildo." Brian threw in.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, a fat red one." she said.
"Oh but surely it's not for you." Ryan said. "It has to be Bri's."
Marta threw a grin at Brian, who snorted.
"Kind of walked into that one." Brandan said to him.
Brian rolled his eyes, mumbling a sour 'whatever', and Marta started talking to them about the new store and such that was being placed in the mall. Matt didn't really listen until he heard that she'd felt someone was following her.
"What?" he asked, immediately thinking about the Sedan.
"Well, I was probably being paranoid." she said. "But I kept seeing this guy everywhere I went."
"Even the dildo shop?" Brian asked.
"Even the d--" Marta began, catching herself as Brian laughed triumphantly -- such the little kid.
Matt smirked, it wasn't a hatred, more of a sibling rivalry. He glanced back at Marta.
"I was being followed too." he said shortly.
"Are you serious?" Brandan asked quietly, and Matt nodded. The other man threw a look around them before asking. "Do you think they got people spying on us...suspecting us?"
"That's what it feels like." Matt answered.
"How are you being so calm?" Ryan asked.
Matt grinned. "Do you think I wasn't prepared for something like this?" he asked. He threw a grin at Brandan. "Remember that trip to South America?"
Brandan smirked. "How could I forget?" he asked.
"What happened in South America?" Brian asked.
"I bought a 'vacation' house." Matt answered.
"And when were you planning on telling us this?" Marta asked.
"Wait --" Ryan said, cutting her question off. "What? We move to South America?"
Matt nodded.
"How do we...you know, take them?" Ryan asked, nodding to the basement door.
"We don't." Matt said simply.
A choking noise came from Brian, and everyone turned to look at him. He waved his hand, a short gesture to let them know he was fine.
Matt waited a moment before continuing. "We leave them here for the cops to find." he said.
Marta opened her mouth, looking a bit unsure, but from the front door there came the sound of heavy knocking. Everyone fell silent, and just stared at each other.
"Maybe they'll go away." Johnny whispered hopefully.
Nobody said anything to that, and they all waited. Unfortunately, there was another knock. Matt gave a sigh, sliding from his stool, and as if he were a mother duck, everyone followed him as he walked to the door. He stopped when he reached it, turning to glance them over. Then he took a breath as he pulled open the door.
This is where the fic will start to get less realistic -- but it's my fic, so stfu...noob.
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold // Bleeding Through
Pairing: Multiple
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
00-06 || 07-09 || 10 || 11 | 12
Last House on the Left
Chapter 13
Matt and Johnny returned, and Matt was the perfect gentleman of course, carrying the things that Johnny'd brought with them. The house was quiet, and seemingly empty, but as they made it upstairs and were going down the hallway, Brandan came out of his room, pulling his pants up -- and like earlier, he refused to button or zip them.
"Do you ever stop?" Matt asked jokingly, immediately noticing the thin layer of sweat that still covered the other man's body.
Brandan grinned. "Never." he said. "You're lucky you don't have to pay me."
"Tell me about it." Matt said with a smirk, as he and Johnny passed him.
Matt took the kid to his room, where he dropped the bags on his bed.
"Now." he said. "I have to take a shower -- by myself." he added, making Johnny smirk. "But I hope you know you can do whatever you want here. If you need anything, just ask Brandan or someone."
Johnny nodded, feeling like he was ten years old. Matt grinned at him, leaning over to kiss him lightly. Then the older man turned and went into the master bathroom.
With a light sigh, Johnny glanced around the room. Deciding that staying in the room would be boring, he left. He made his way downstairs, and went into the kitchen. It was weird to be in such a large house that was as quiet as it was.
As he was standing just inside the kitchen, the basement door opened, and he jumped slightly as Brandan came from the stairs, followed by Ryan.
"Johnny boy." Brandan said with a grin. "How's it goin'?"
Johnny shrugged shyly, looking down as Ryan shut and locked the door behind them.
"Okay." he said quietly, then he glanced back up. "I quit my job."
Brandan threw an arm around him. "That's great." he said. "Really great -- I'm glad you've decided to stay. On your own will at that."
Johnny smirked, but didn't really know what to say.
"Bran." Ryan said suddenly. "Sometimes, I swear to God..."
The taller man's brow furrowed. "What?" he asked.
Ryan reached over and grabbed the front of Brandan's pants, which had started to slide down, and he pulled them up, buttoning and zipping them. Brandan rolled his eyes.
"They're coming off later anyways." he said, sounding like a child who was whining at his mom -- something along the lines of 'Why make the bed if I'm gonna sleep in it later?'
"No excuse for your cock and balls to be hanging out." Ryan replied.
"Stop nagging -- not like you haven't seen it."
"Well I'm sure Johnny here doesn't want to see it." Ryan said, throwing a wink at the kid. "Cause I mean, after last night, your size is probably really disappointing."
The faintest of tinges came to Brandan's face, but he grinned.
"Well, Matt may be the biggest." he said. "But we all know the second biggest. And his name sure as hell doesn't start with an 'R'."
"It starts with a 'B-R-I." Brian appeared from another room. "Not a 'B-R-A'."
Brandan snorted. "You wish."
Brian pointed at himself. "I know so, bedroom eyes."
Ryan's arm shot out and he backhanded Brian's chest.
"What?" Brian asked, looking offended. "I wasn't coming onto him or anything."
Brandan smirked. "Only cause you know you'd love it too much." he said. "You'd go crazy for it."
Brian rolled his eyes, flipping both Brandan and Ryan off, before throwing a small, over exaggerated wave of Johnny. Then he pointed at Brandan.
"Don't listen to this man." he said. "He's an idiot."
He turned and started towards the main staircase.
"I'm going to your room." Ryan said, he smirked at Johnny. "Glad you're staying."
The two watched him walk towards the stairs like Brian had done, and Brandan shook his head.
"Horny bastard." he said, before turning back to Johnny. "Anyway." he said, "Make yourself at home --" he gestured to the cabinets in the kitchen. "If you get hungry or anything, have whatever you want. Though Brian loves his food -- just tell him it was me if he says anything."
Johnny gave a nod. "Uh, thanks." he said.
Brandan gave a short nod, before leaning over and kissing Johnny's temple wetly, smirking, and starting to walk away. As his arm slid from the kid's shoulders, his hand just so happened to brush across Johnny's ass, sending a violent blush to the boy's cheeks. Grinning to himself, Brandan neared the stairs.
~x~
Brian slipped quickly into his room, shutting the door. Zack was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard as he flipped casually through a magazine. He was wearing his pants only, and looked quite comfortable on Brian's bed. Brian had to smirk to himself; nobody seemed to notice that he'd been keeping Zacky in his room. The smaller man looked up as Brian pulled off his shirt.
"I have two questions." he said, and Brian climbed into the bed with him.
"Ask away." his captor said sitting next to him against the headboard.
"Tiger Beat?" Zack asked, holding up the magazine he'd been flipping through.
Brian grinned sheepishly, grabbing the magazine from his hands. A small picture of Drake Bell on the cover of it had persuaded him to buy it. So what if he had a thing for young, girlish looking guys?
"I can explain." he said, tossing it off the bed.
Zack grinned and shook his head. "No need to." he said. "I understand."
Brian relaxed slightly. "What's your other question?"
Zack glanced up at him quickly, and then looked down at his legs. "Why do you like me?" he asked. "What made you like me in the first place?"
Brian side-glanced him. "Honestly." he said slowly. "I have no idea."
Zack smirked, but didn't lift his head. Brian gave a sigh, leaning over to nuzzle the smaller man's shoulder.
"But all that matters is that I like you, right?" he asked.
Zack quickly nodded, and Brian grinned, lifting his head to kiss Zack firmly. As he pushed his tongue forcefully into the other man's mouth, he reached down with one hand to rub at Zacky's crotch. Zack grinned into the kiss, and followed suit, putting his hand on Brian's quickly hardening cock. It was just better when they both enjoyed it.
~x~
Matt came out of the bathroom, running a comb through his wet hair. He wasn't surprised to find Johnny in his bed, laying on his back with one hand under his head, and the other resting on his stomach where a remote control sat. The small TV that sat in its small entertainment center against the wall in front of the bed was on, and Tom was devising another plan to get Jerry -- though the mouse was making a deal with the dog from next door. Same shit, different episode. Matt's gaze returned to Johnny's sleeping form, and he watched the kid's chest rise and fall slowly as he neared the bed.
Wearing only PJ pants and a wifebeater, Matt climbed into bed. He grabbed the remote, and set it on the mattress on the other side of the kid, before slipping an arm around Johnny's waist. He wasn't exactly tired, he just enjoyed the closeness they shared.
Around an hour later, Matt, who'd dozed off, woke up as 'Tom and Jerry' was ending, to find his bed empty. He quickly rolled over, and found Johnny sitting on the floor, back against the bed, and nose buried in a book that he'd brought with him. When he heard Matt stir, he glanced up over his shoulder, smiling.
"Hey." he said, before returning to Stephen King.
Matt grinned, reaching over to run his hand through the boy's hair.
"How long've you been up?" he asked.
Johnny shrugged. "Twenty minutes or so." he answered.
Matt nodded to himself, but didn't say anything. He glanced at the clock, and sat up, stretching. He glanced back at Johnny who'd turned again to watch the stretch.
"Liking what you're seeing?" Matt asked jokingly with a smirk.
Johnny grinned, turning pink before he closed his book and set it on the floor. He got to his feet before perching on the edge of the mattress, and looking back at Matt.
"I've liked it since the first day I saw you." he said. "Even when you kind of spaced out, and Brandan had to take over."
Matt grinned, moving so that he sat next to Johnny. "Want to know what I was thinking about when I spaced out?" he asked.
Johnny paused thoughtfully before nodding. Matt grinned, swiftly grabbing Johnny and pushing him down on the mattress, ending up on top of the boy., and pinning the kid's hands above his head. Johnny flushed, but he was still smirking -- he didn't mind, and that was all that mattered.
"This." Matt said softly, brushing his lips across Johnny's jawbone. "You beneath me."
Johnny took in a deep breath and tried to say something, but the only thing that came out was a small mewl as he felt his cock slowly start to harden against Matt's thigh. The older man chuckled lightly, kissing Johnny's neck, and bringing his head up to look at him.
"I...really like you Johnny." he said.
"I really like you more." the kid said slowly, finding his speech again.
Matt grinned, and leaned down to press his lips against Johnny's. There was a sudden knock at the door, it was one of the soft ones he always associated with Marta. He glanced up.
"Yeah?"
The door opened and she poked her head in, mouth open as she went to say something. At the sight of Matt and Johnny she stopped, and her face broke out into one of her classy smiles.
"You guys would make the hottest porno ever." she said -- end of the whole classy thing she had going for her.
Matt laughed, and Johnny's cheeks pinkened more as he grinned and looked away shyly. Marta looked them over for another moment, before leaning against the doorframe, and gesturing behind her with her thumb.
"Brandan ordered pizza." she said. "In case you boys are interested -- but it's okay if you aren't. I think they'll understand."
She winked at Johnny, and Matt grinned down at his lover, before glancing back up at Marta.
"We'll be down shortly." he said.
Still grinning, she nodded, and quickly left, shutting the door. Matt then turned back to Johnny, leaning down to kiss him again. Already sick of this position, he rolled them over, so that he was now on his back, and Johnny was sitting up straddling his hips. Johnny put his hands on Matt's strong chest for balance, and the older man continued to smirk at him.
"Johnny," he said. "It's pretty obvious what the both of us are wanting to do right now." He pulled on the kid's hips, creating a friction between their throbbing groins. "But I think we should wait."
"Why?" Johnny asked quickly, before he flushed, and hoped he hadn't sounded so desperate.
Matt grinned again. "Well...you'd be too sore, and it'll definitely be better if we wait." he said. "Plus, I'm kind of hungry -- haven't really eaten today."
Johnny grinned, and leaned down, resting his head on Matt's chest.
"Okay." he said. "You're right."
"Of course." Matt replied smoothly.
Downstairs, Brandan, Ryan and Marta had already claimed stools at the island counter, and Brian had taken his spot on the other counter next to the fridge. They had a table in the dining room, but they didn't like to be so formal -- they may've lived in a mansion, but they weren't the type for that kind of thing.
"So did you have fun shopping today?" Matt asked Marta, pulling a stool up to the end of the island next to Brandan, and then another one next to it for Johnny.
"Oh boy, you bet." Marta said.
"What did you buy?" Matt asked.
"Eh, girly things." she answered shrugging.
"A dildo." Brian threw in.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, a fat red one." she said.
"Oh but surely it's not for you." Ryan said. "It has to be Bri's."
Marta threw a grin at Brian, who snorted.
"Kind of walked into that one." Brandan said to him.
Brian rolled his eyes, mumbling a sour 'whatever', and Marta started talking to them about the new store and such that was being placed in the mall. Matt didn't really listen until he heard that she'd felt someone was following her.
"What?" he asked, immediately thinking about the Sedan.
"Well, I was probably being paranoid." she said. "But I kept seeing this guy everywhere I went."
"Even the dildo shop?" Brian asked.
"Even the d--" Marta began, catching herself as Brian laughed triumphantly -- such the little kid.
Matt smirked, it wasn't a hatred, more of a sibling rivalry. He glanced back at Marta.
"I was being followed too." he said shortly.
"Are you serious?" Brandan asked quietly, and Matt nodded. The other man threw a look around them before asking. "Do you think they got people spying on us...suspecting us?"
"That's what it feels like." Matt answered.
"How are you being so calm?" Ryan asked.
Matt grinned. "Do you think I wasn't prepared for something like this?" he asked. He threw a grin at Brandan. "Remember that trip to South America?"
Brandan smirked. "How could I forget?" he asked.
"What happened in South America?" Brian asked.
"I bought a 'vacation' house." Matt answered.
"And when were you planning on telling us this?" Marta asked.
"Wait --" Ryan said, cutting her question off. "What? We move to South America?"
Matt nodded.
"How do we...you know, take them?" Ryan asked, nodding to the basement door.
"We don't." Matt said simply.
A choking noise came from Brian, and everyone turned to look at him. He waved his hand, a short gesture to let them know he was fine.
Matt waited a moment before continuing. "We leave them here for the cops to find." he said.
Marta opened her mouth, looking a bit unsure, but from the front door there came the sound of heavy knocking. Everyone fell silent, and just stared at each other.
"Maybe they'll go away." Johnny whispered hopefully.
Nobody said anything to that, and they all waited. Unfortunately, there was another knock. Matt gave a sigh, sliding from his stool, and as if he were a mother duck, everyone followed him as he walked to the door. He stopped when he reached it, turning to glance them over. Then he took a breath as he pulled open the door.
This is where the fic will start to get less realistic -- but it's my fic, so stfu...noob.