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Title: So I Thought
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Brian // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: PWP. Zack's feeling a bit unloved.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Dedications: My buddy Jenn, because she wanted a Brian/Zack fic.
Note: I wrote this in like a half hour, and I was being rushed. This is definitely, my worst fic.
So I Thought
((Brian's POV))
I ran my fingers absentmindedly over the neck of my guitar, sitting on the couch with one leg propped up on the coffee table. I wasn't playing anything, and I hadn't made a noise since I'd picked up the Schecter -- Zack was watching TV, and I was a considerate kind of guy. But something was wrong with Zack, I noticed from the corner of my eye, he had his arms folded over his chest, and his green eyes were narrowed at whatever stupid show he was watching, some random Judge Judy thing or something. Everytime it got quiet, I could hear the faint clicking noise of metal as he tapped one of his lip rings against his teeth. I should've asked earlier, but I hated confrontations. Though, now, I could just take it no longer.
"Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you, or not?" I asked, ceasing my hand movements, and glancing over at him directly.
He shook his head shortly, locks of his dark hair swinging back and forth over his forehead. "Nothing's wrong." he said.
It was that tone, the 'everything's fine' tone. The tone that meant that he was pissed off. The tone I hated to hear. I gave a sigh, and sat up, moving my Schecter to the floor, and propping it against the side of the couch.
"Zack," I said. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head again, and his lips pouted out slightly in the angry way. I just stared at him. After what felt like an eternity, he turned his head slowly towards me, and I wasn't surprised to see irritation.
"What?" he asked, dropping his hands to his lap.
"Zack." I said again. "Do you think I'm a god damned idiot?"
"Brian." he said my name in the tone I'd said his. "Stop staring at me, I'm not in a good mood."
"That's obvious." I snorted. "You'd think you'd want me to make things better, I am only your boyfriend."
He rolled his eyes and went back to the television. I gave another snort, trying not to remind myself of how much like a horse I sounded. Sometimes he really pissed me off.
"Sometimes, you really piss me off." I said after a silence -- smooth move Slick.
"Ditto." he said under his breath.
Another huffy snort-like noise from me, I needed to stop. I turned to the TV myself, and glared at it, in a foul mood already. None of us would get up, thus giving the satisfaction to the other about who won our little spat, and at least an hour passed. Finally, I saw him turn to me.
"Brian." he said, and his voice had changed drastically, it now sounded sad..and...pathetic, need I say the least.
I glanced at him cocking an eyebrow. The look he was giving me was insane, he looked like a little lost puppy when just a few seconds ago he'd been glaring. Could it possibly be the male version of PMS?
"Do you love me?"
My first reaction was to laugh, but then I saw how dead serious he was and my face contorted into a confused expression.
"Zacky, what the Hell kind of question is that?" I asked. "Of course I love you."
He gave a sigh, and looked down at his legs. "You never tell me anymore." he said. "And we never make love like we used to, it's always wam, bam, thank you man."
I liked the way he said 'man' instead of 'ma'am', but I had no time to dwell on this, and I sat up a little, feeling annoyance boiling inside of me.
"I do so tell you I love you." I said, unable to stop the childish anger from reaching my tone. "It's not my fault you pass out after you cum, you aren't awake enough to hear me say it."
His jaw dropped slightly, and he glared at me. We were like a married couple.
"Well maybe if you said it before I came it wouldn't matter." he snapped.
I rolled my eyes, and he gave a huff, before throwing himself from the couch. I sighed, and he went stomping down the hallway. I heard the bedroom door shut loudly, and I stood up myself. I turned the TV off, and made my way slowly to the bedroom. I opened the door and he'd been standing by the window for some unknown reason just staring blankly out. He turned to me and glared some more.
"Go away." he said.
I rolled my eyes, shutting the door behind me, and I leaned against it.
"Zack." I said. "Why would you ever think I didn't love you?"
"Because I see the way you flirt with those skanks at the bars." he said. "And the way you only show me anything but love until you have me beneath you."
I rolled my eyes and neared him. "Zack," I replied. "I don't flirt with skanks -- I keep them from flirting with you."
He made a noise like 'pafuh', and crossed his arms again, looking away. I reached him, but didn't touch him or anything.
"You think I'm lying?" I asked. "For some reason, girls are in love with you -- you're always everyone's favorite, and I don't want some STD-ridden bitch to get her hands on you."
"So you're saying you don't trust me?!" Zack exclaimed, voice cracking angrily.
I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. "Not at all babe." I said. "All I'm saying --"
"Fuck you." he said, "Nice try Brian, really, but come on, I'm not that --"
I grabbed his shoulders and leaned in, quickly pressing my lips to his. He froze, body tensing up as though I were Poison Ivy from Batman Forever, but after a moment or two, I got the reaction I wanted, and he melted slightly into me, arms uncrossing and falling limp at his sides.
"I'm sorry." I said, still holding his shoulders, "I love you."
He rolled his eyes, but his tone was playful. "Now you're only saying that."
I shook my head. "Cross my heart, hope to die." I said.
He grinned, and bit his lip, biting back what I knew he wanted to say. I smirked.
"Say it." I said.
"No, man." he said, shaking his head. "It's so lame."
I kissed him again, a brief kiss, and I grinned some more. "Say it." I repeated.
He looked down sheepishly, then he gave me a mocking face, and said in a phony voice, "Stick my cock in your eye."
I kissed him once more. "Exactly." I said. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick your cock in my eye."
He giggled, seemingly delighted that I'd said it, and he slid his arms around my neck. "I love you, too." he said.
Without another word, we leaned in slowly, like one of those corny romance movies, and our lips met. His parted for my tongue almost instantly, and I wasted no time in deepening the kiss. We shuffled our way to the bed, mouths never parting, and when we finally needed to break for air, he stepped back slightly, yanking his shirt up over his head.
"In a rush?" I asked.
He nodded exaggeratedly, and undid his belt quickly. I laughed to myself, and pulled off my own shirt, and as I dropped it to the floor next to his, he was already kicking his jeans off -- wearing nothing underneath. As I undid my belts, his arms wrapped around me again, and he kissed me passionately. Within moments, we'd gotten my pants and boxers off, and were now laying on the bed.
"You should let me make love to you." he said.
I gave a snort -- less horse-like this time. "You should get over yourself." I replied jokingly.
He giggled again, and leaned up to kiss me. We broke apart again, and I reached for the bedside table. Behind the clock we had our own little supply of lube. It was running empty, we'd need some more. I'd make him buy it, I hated buying those or condoms..it was so awkward.
He relaxed back slightly, spreading his legs for me to slide between them as I undid the cap of the lubricant. He watched me with an amused expression as I squeezed some out onto the tips of two of my fingers. I smeared it around, thickly coating them, and then I wasted no time in pressing them against Zack's ass. His breath caught in his throat in anticipation, and he pushed his hips towards me eagerly.
"Relax." I said, teasingly pulling my fingers away.
He gave a small growl-like noise. "Brian." he said. His PMS was acting up again.
I shushed him quickly, leaning down to kiss him, and as my tongue slid into his mouth, I pushed one finger into him. His chest rose and fell sharply, and he pushed against my tongue with his own in a forcing way. I pushed my finger into him completely, before I added another one. There was no point in wasting time, he was already used to it, and he already liked it.
He sucked my tongue gently, pulling at my back with one of his hands as the other lay motionless next to his head, he was such a girl. I thrust my fingers into him again, this time with a harder and quicker pace, and as I started working up a rhythm, I aimed for his prostate. I jabbed it a few times, in which his hips rolled upwards, and he gave a small groan into my mouth.
I didn't keep at this, my cock was throbbing, and I was in no mood to dick around and waste time. I mentally laughed, dick around.
I pulled my fingers from him, and he looked like he wanted to whine, but he noticed I was squeezing more lube into my hand, and he shut up immediately. I threw a grin at him as I layered my cock in KY, and he stretched his arms back above his head, before resting them underneath his head like pillows. He sure had changed moods a lot within the last fifteen minutes.
I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to me, and then I lined myself up quickly. He lifted his waist up off the mattress slightly, and I leaned down to kiss him -- he was the perfect boyfriend.
I thrust deeply into him without a pause, and he groaned immediately, pushing his hips up more. I moved my mouth to his neck where I nipped at his flesh gently, giving him ample room to moan my name as he pleased. I pulled my dick out of him, but no sooner than it left his body did I push it roughly into him again. I hit his sweet spot without even trying, and he gave a whimper-like noise, throwing his hips upward.
We weren't going to last long, that was a given, but we'd have to try and savor what little time it threatened to take. I gave another deep thrust, the tip of my cock just scraping his prostate, and he groaned my name, his nails clawing at my back, begging for more.
I moved my lips back up to his, and bit down roughly on his bottom one, pulling one of his lip rings into my mouth. I drove my dick harshly into him, just wanting to hear the whimper in the back of his throat, and his hips bucked again, meeting my thrust halfway.
He reached down and started stroking himself, small noises escaping his lips as he broke our kiss to breathe. I moaned, glancing down at his quickly moving hand before I bit at his earlobe, sucking on it softly. He groaned again, and I noticed that the bucking of his hips had become quite shaky and uncoordinated. I knew it was gonna be quick, but damn.
"Brian." he said again, his tone a breathy whisper.
I concurred with a groan, and I gave a powerful thrust into him, hitting his prostate harshly. He whimpered, his hips moving upwards again, and he dropped his head back, closing his eyes. I loved looking at him from that angle, his cheeks slightly red from the heat of the moment, sweat matting his hair, and his lips parted just slightly. It was such a beautiful sight, or maybe it was just me.
I bit his neck again, grazing my teeth along his collarbone, and getting him to shiver slightly. He moaned once more, and I laughed to myself. He was a noisy one, one of the many things I liked about him.
I thrust into him roughly again, and I felt his muscles starting to tighten around me, causing me to moan. My own orgasm had already started to build up, the familiar warm sensation in my gut a goal I was now desperate to reach. And the fact that he was already there was enough to bring me over the edge.
He let out an almost surprised sounding gasp, and he came, his load spilling onto his and my gut. I grinned down at him kissing him again, and getting ready to will myself to cum. I knew it could get pretty boring when you were already done and someone kept thrusting into you or something. Real boring, a moodkiller of course.
My climax seemed to sneak up on me, and I gave a grunt, giving a few final thrusts into him, before I reached the end of the road. I came into him, and collapsed on top of him, not even bothering to try and ride out my orgasm gently.
I leaned up just slightly, grabbing Zacky's cheeks lightly. He opened his eyes lazily and I smirked.
"You're still awake right?" I asked, and he nodded slowly. "I love you, you little bitch, you hear me?"
He grinned, and nodded. "Love you too Bri."
I laid down next to him, throwing an arm around him, and he sighed contently. I kissed his neck lightly, my own way of agreeing. We laid there for a while, and I lifted my head, going to say something to him, but he was already asleep. Sometimes, he really pissed me off.
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Brian // Zacky
Rating: NC17
Summary: PWP. Zack's feeling a bit unloved.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
Dedications: My buddy Jenn, because she wanted a Brian/Zack fic.
Note: I wrote this in like a half hour, and I was being rushed. This is definitely, my worst fic.
So I Thought
((Brian's POV))
I ran my fingers absentmindedly over the neck of my guitar, sitting on the couch with one leg propped up on the coffee table. I wasn't playing anything, and I hadn't made a noise since I'd picked up the Schecter -- Zack was watching TV, and I was a considerate kind of guy. But something was wrong with Zack, I noticed from the corner of my eye, he had his arms folded over his chest, and his green eyes were narrowed at whatever stupid show he was watching, some random Judge Judy thing or something. Everytime it got quiet, I could hear the faint clicking noise of metal as he tapped one of his lip rings against his teeth. I should've asked earlier, but I hated confrontations. Though, now, I could just take it no longer.
"Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you, or not?" I asked, ceasing my hand movements, and glancing over at him directly.
He shook his head shortly, locks of his dark hair swinging back and forth over his forehead. "Nothing's wrong." he said.
It was that tone, the 'everything's fine' tone. The tone that meant that he was pissed off. The tone I hated to hear. I gave a sigh, and sat up, moving my Schecter to the floor, and propping it against the side of the couch.
"Zack," I said. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head again, and his lips pouted out slightly in the angry way. I just stared at him. After what felt like an eternity, he turned his head slowly towards me, and I wasn't surprised to see irritation.
"What?" he asked, dropping his hands to his lap.
"Zack." I said again. "Do you think I'm a god damned idiot?"
"Brian." he said my name in the tone I'd said his. "Stop staring at me, I'm not in a good mood."
"That's obvious." I snorted. "You'd think you'd want me to make things better, I am only your boyfriend."
He rolled his eyes and went back to the television. I gave another snort, trying not to remind myself of how much like a horse I sounded. Sometimes he really pissed me off.
"Sometimes, you really piss me off." I said after a silence -- smooth move Slick.
"Ditto." he said under his breath.
Another huffy snort-like noise from me, I needed to stop. I turned to the TV myself, and glared at it, in a foul mood already. None of us would get up, thus giving the satisfaction to the other about who won our little spat, and at least an hour passed. Finally, I saw him turn to me.
"Brian." he said, and his voice had changed drastically, it now sounded sad..and...pathetic, need I say the least.
I glanced at him cocking an eyebrow. The look he was giving me was insane, he looked like a little lost puppy when just a few seconds ago he'd been glaring. Could it possibly be the male version of PMS?
"Do you love me?"
My first reaction was to laugh, but then I saw how dead serious he was and my face contorted into a confused expression.
"Zacky, what the Hell kind of question is that?" I asked. "Of course I love you."
He gave a sigh, and looked down at his legs. "You never tell me anymore." he said. "And we never make love like we used to, it's always wam, bam, thank you man."
I liked the way he said 'man' instead of 'ma'am', but I had no time to dwell on this, and I sat up a little, feeling annoyance boiling inside of me.
"I do so tell you I love you." I said, unable to stop the childish anger from reaching my tone. "It's not my fault you pass out after you cum, you aren't awake enough to hear me say it."
His jaw dropped slightly, and he glared at me. We were like a married couple.
"Well maybe if you said it before I came it wouldn't matter." he snapped.
I rolled my eyes, and he gave a huff, before throwing himself from the couch. I sighed, and he went stomping down the hallway. I heard the bedroom door shut loudly, and I stood up myself. I turned the TV off, and made my way slowly to the bedroom. I opened the door and he'd been standing by the window for some unknown reason just staring blankly out. He turned to me and glared some more.
"Go away." he said.
I rolled my eyes, shutting the door behind me, and I leaned against it.
"Zack." I said. "Why would you ever think I didn't love you?"
"Because I see the way you flirt with those skanks at the bars." he said. "And the way you only show me anything but love until you have me beneath you."
I rolled my eyes and neared him. "Zack," I replied. "I don't flirt with skanks -- I keep them from flirting with you."
He made a noise like 'pafuh', and crossed his arms again, looking away. I reached him, but didn't touch him or anything.
"You think I'm lying?" I asked. "For some reason, girls are in love with you -- you're always everyone's favorite, and I don't want some STD-ridden bitch to get her hands on you."
"So you're saying you don't trust me?!" Zack exclaimed, voice cracking angrily.
I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. "Not at all babe." I said. "All I'm saying --"
"Fuck you." he said, "Nice try Brian, really, but come on, I'm not that --"
I grabbed his shoulders and leaned in, quickly pressing my lips to his. He froze, body tensing up as though I were Poison Ivy from Batman Forever, but after a moment or two, I got the reaction I wanted, and he melted slightly into me, arms uncrossing and falling limp at his sides.
"I'm sorry." I said, still holding his shoulders, "I love you."
He rolled his eyes, but his tone was playful. "Now you're only saying that."
I shook my head. "Cross my heart, hope to die." I said.
He grinned, and bit his lip, biting back what I knew he wanted to say. I smirked.
"Say it." I said.
"No, man." he said, shaking his head. "It's so lame."
I kissed him again, a brief kiss, and I grinned some more. "Say it." I repeated.
He looked down sheepishly, then he gave me a mocking face, and said in a phony voice, "Stick my cock in your eye."
I kissed him once more. "Exactly." I said. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick your cock in my eye."
He giggled, seemingly delighted that I'd said it, and he slid his arms around my neck. "I love you, too." he said.
Without another word, we leaned in slowly, like one of those corny romance movies, and our lips met. His parted for my tongue almost instantly, and I wasted no time in deepening the kiss. We shuffled our way to the bed, mouths never parting, and when we finally needed to break for air, he stepped back slightly, yanking his shirt up over his head.
"In a rush?" I asked.
He nodded exaggeratedly, and undid his belt quickly. I laughed to myself, and pulled off my own shirt, and as I dropped it to the floor next to his, he was already kicking his jeans off -- wearing nothing underneath. As I undid my belts, his arms wrapped around me again, and he kissed me passionately. Within moments, we'd gotten my pants and boxers off, and were now laying on the bed.
"You should let me make love to you." he said.
I gave a snort -- less horse-like this time. "You should get over yourself." I replied jokingly.
He giggled again, and leaned up to kiss me. We broke apart again, and I reached for the bedside table. Behind the clock we had our own little supply of lube. It was running empty, we'd need some more. I'd make him buy it, I hated buying those or condoms..it was so awkward.
He relaxed back slightly, spreading his legs for me to slide between them as I undid the cap of the lubricant. He watched me with an amused expression as I squeezed some out onto the tips of two of my fingers. I smeared it around, thickly coating them, and then I wasted no time in pressing them against Zack's ass. His breath caught in his throat in anticipation, and he pushed his hips towards me eagerly.
"Relax." I said, teasingly pulling my fingers away.
He gave a small growl-like noise. "Brian." he said. His PMS was acting up again.
I shushed him quickly, leaning down to kiss him, and as my tongue slid into his mouth, I pushed one finger into him. His chest rose and fell sharply, and he pushed against my tongue with his own in a forcing way. I pushed my finger into him completely, before I added another one. There was no point in wasting time, he was already used to it, and he already liked it.
He sucked my tongue gently, pulling at my back with one of his hands as the other lay motionless next to his head, he was such a girl. I thrust my fingers into him again, this time with a harder and quicker pace, and as I started working up a rhythm, I aimed for his prostate. I jabbed it a few times, in which his hips rolled upwards, and he gave a small groan into my mouth.
I didn't keep at this, my cock was throbbing, and I was in no mood to dick around and waste time. I mentally laughed, dick around.
I pulled my fingers from him, and he looked like he wanted to whine, but he noticed I was squeezing more lube into my hand, and he shut up immediately. I threw a grin at him as I layered my cock in KY, and he stretched his arms back above his head, before resting them underneath his head like pillows. He sure had changed moods a lot within the last fifteen minutes.
I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to me, and then I lined myself up quickly. He lifted his waist up off the mattress slightly, and I leaned down to kiss him -- he was the perfect boyfriend.
I thrust deeply into him without a pause, and he groaned immediately, pushing his hips up more. I moved my mouth to his neck where I nipped at his flesh gently, giving him ample room to moan my name as he pleased. I pulled my dick out of him, but no sooner than it left his body did I push it roughly into him again. I hit his sweet spot without even trying, and he gave a whimper-like noise, throwing his hips upward.
We weren't going to last long, that was a given, but we'd have to try and savor what little time it threatened to take. I gave another deep thrust, the tip of my cock just scraping his prostate, and he groaned my name, his nails clawing at my back, begging for more.
I moved my lips back up to his, and bit down roughly on his bottom one, pulling one of his lip rings into my mouth. I drove my dick harshly into him, just wanting to hear the whimper in the back of his throat, and his hips bucked again, meeting my thrust halfway.
He reached down and started stroking himself, small noises escaping his lips as he broke our kiss to breathe. I moaned, glancing down at his quickly moving hand before I bit at his earlobe, sucking on it softly. He groaned again, and I noticed that the bucking of his hips had become quite shaky and uncoordinated. I knew it was gonna be quick, but damn.
"Brian." he said again, his tone a breathy whisper.
I concurred with a groan, and I gave a powerful thrust into him, hitting his prostate harshly. He whimpered, his hips moving upwards again, and he dropped his head back, closing his eyes. I loved looking at him from that angle, his cheeks slightly red from the heat of the moment, sweat matting his hair, and his lips parted just slightly. It was such a beautiful sight, or maybe it was just me.
I bit his neck again, grazing my teeth along his collarbone, and getting him to shiver slightly. He moaned once more, and I laughed to myself. He was a noisy one, one of the many things I liked about him.
I thrust into him roughly again, and I felt his muscles starting to tighten around me, causing me to moan. My own orgasm had already started to build up, the familiar warm sensation in my gut a goal I was now desperate to reach. And the fact that he was already there was enough to bring me over the edge.
He let out an almost surprised sounding gasp, and he came, his load spilling onto his and my gut. I grinned down at him kissing him again, and getting ready to will myself to cum. I knew it could get pretty boring when you were already done and someone kept thrusting into you or something. Real boring, a moodkiller of course.
My climax seemed to sneak up on me, and I gave a grunt, giving a few final thrusts into him, before I reached the end of the road. I came into him, and collapsed on top of him, not even bothering to try and ride out my orgasm gently.
I leaned up just slightly, grabbing Zacky's cheeks lightly. He opened his eyes lazily and I smirked.
"You're still awake right?" I asked, and he nodded slowly. "I love you, you little bitch, you hear me?"
He grinned, and nodded. "Love you too Bri."
I laid down next to him, throwing an arm around him, and he sighed contently. I kissed his neck lightly, my own way of agreeing. We laid there for a while, and I lifted my head, going to say something to him, but he was already asleep. Sometimes, he really pissed me off.