Drabble for Heather
Title: Having a Hunch
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zacky/Johnny [Avenged Sevenfold]
Summary: Sometimes Johnny just let himself get a little carried away.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it. The title is lyrics to "Having a Hunch" from Seussical.
Zacky's house had always been a little spooky to Johnny. It had been built by his great-grandparents in the late eighteen hundreds, complete with a spiraling wooden staircase, large French doors leading out onto the porch, and wooden floors that creaked ominously. Johnny was convinced their ghosts haunted the house, but Zacky refused to believe it, telling Johnny he was just being paranoid. Johnny wouldn't hear it, however; he was convinced and there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind.
At the moment, the two boys lay entwined on the couch, the room darkened save for the frequent streaks of lightning that lit the room and the TV before them as it projected one of the numerous horror flicks Zacky had picked out. Of course, Johnny didn't know it, but part of the reason Zacky loved to pick horror films for their movie nights was because he knew that no matter where they watched them, Johnny would let himself get carried away and Zacky would have an excuse to hug him and kiss him more times than usual.
This was the current situation, as Zacky lay stretched out on the couch with Johnny resting his head on the older boy's chest. Zacky had let one arm snake around Johnny's waist, the other playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck. Both sets of eyes were glued to the screen for the most part, though Johnny would hide his face in Zacky's chest during the scarier parts, Zacky soothing him until he could look again.
Coincidentally, the movie currently playing contained an old, haunted house complete with wooden floors and a raging thunderstorm. This only frightened Johnny more, and he spent much of the night clinging to Zacky's t-shirt, occasionally whimpering quietly. Zacky almost wanted to laugh at his boyfriend's paranoid tendencies and active imagination, but he refrained, calming him with light, fluttering kisses to his cheeks and neck. The actions, though small, seemed to help, though it seemed as though soon they wouldn't be enough.
Finally, as Zacky knew it would, the TV flickered one last time and the lights in the other room went out, Johnny squeaking quietly. Zacky shook his head, moving the younger teen toward the couch and telling him to stay put. Johnny grabbed for Zacky's shirt, not wanting to be alone, but the older boy reassured him that he would be fine and disappeared from the room, returning a few minutes later with several candles. He scattered them throughout the room, Johnny calming when he heard the telltale clink of Zacky's zippo lighter.
Moments later, a soft, glowing light filled the room as the flames sputtered to life and Johnny was able to see again. Zacky smiled softly, easing himself back down onto the couch and pulling Johnny into his arms once more. He gave him a soft, gentle kiss to the lips, one hand sliding under the younger boy's shirt and stroking the baby-soft skin of his lower back. This time, Zacky let his quiet laughter be heard as Johnny started to purr.
"My little kitten," he said softly, watching Johnny closely. That was one advantage to the weekends; he couldn't exactly call Johnny his kitten at school. The two of them, along with their friends, weren't exactly popular, and Zacky didn't want Johnny to become an outcast when he finally made it to high school. It was bad enough that Zacky and Johnny's relationship was ridiculed due to the fact that with Zacky having just turned seventeen, Johnny had just barely turned fourteen in November, leaving him back in middle school yet as an eighth grader.
"Yours," Johnny said quietly, a soft smile creeping across his face. It quickly vanished, however, as the wind whistled in through a drafty window and several of their candles flickered out. As they were plunged into near-darkness, the stairs began creaking and Johnny began clinging to Zacky. "Wh-What was that?" he stuttered quietly, looking up at Zacky with his big, brown doe-eyes.
"It's fine, Kitten, there's nobody here. It's just us, I promise, and for the last time, my house isn't haunted," Zacky reassured him. Johnny sighed quietly, nodding a little and feeling stupid, but he still couldn't get the thought from his head. Zacky shook his head a little, beginning to pet his hair and kiss at his neck to distract him.
The distraction proved useful and ghosts were soon far from Johnny's mind until the floor creaked again. Zacky sighed softly, shaking his head a little. He knew he was in for a long night, but that was ok. Any night spent holding his Kitten was a good night.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zacky/Johnny [Avenged Sevenfold]
Summary: Sometimes Johnny just let himself get a little carried away.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it. The title is lyrics to "Having a Hunch" from Seussical.
Zacky's house had always been a little spooky to Johnny. It had been built by his great-grandparents in the late eighteen hundreds, complete with a spiraling wooden staircase, large French doors leading out onto the porch, and wooden floors that creaked ominously. Johnny was convinced their ghosts haunted the house, but Zacky refused to believe it, telling Johnny he was just being paranoid. Johnny wouldn't hear it, however; he was convinced and there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind.
At the moment, the two boys lay entwined on the couch, the room darkened save for the frequent streaks of lightning that lit the room and the TV before them as it projected one of the numerous horror flicks Zacky had picked out. Of course, Johnny didn't know it, but part of the reason Zacky loved to pick horror films for their movie nights was because he knew that no matter where they watched them, Johnny would let himself get carried away and Zacky would have an excuse to hug him and kiss him more times than usual.
This was the current situation, as Zacky lay stretched out on the couch with Johnny resting his head on the older boy's chest. Zacky had let one arm snake around Johnny's waist, the other playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck. Both sets of eyes were glued to the screen for the most part, though Johnny would hide his face in Zacky's chest during the scarier parts, Zacky soothing him until he could look again.
Coincidentally, the movie currently playing contained an old, haunted house complete with wooden floors and a raging thunderstorm. This only frightened Johnny more, and he spent much of the night clinging to Zacky's t-shirt, occasionally whimpering quietly. Zacky almost wanted to laugh at his boyfriend's paranoid tendencies and active imagination, but he refrained, calming him with light, fluttering kisses to his cheeks and neck. The actions, though small, seemed to help, though it seemed as though soon they wouldn't be enough.
Finally, as Zacky knew it would, the TV flickered one last time and the lights in the other room went out, Johnny squeaking quietly. Zacky shook his head, moving the younger teen toward the couch and telling him to stay put. Johnny grabbed for Zacky's shirt, not wanting to be alone, but the older boy reassured him that he would be fine and disappeared from the room, returning a few minutes later with several candles. He scattered them throughout the room, Johnny calming when he heard the telltale clink of Zacky's zippo lighter.
Moments later, a soft, glowing light filled the room as the flames sputtered to life and Johnny was able to see again. Zacky smiled softly, easing himself back down onto the couch and pulling Johnny into his arms once more. He gave him a soft, gentle kiss to the lips, one hand sliding under the younger boy's shirt and stroking the baby-soft skin of his lower back. This time, Zacky let his quiet laughter be heard as Johnny started to purr.
"My little kitten," he said softly, watching Johnny closely. That was one advantage to the weekends; he couldn't exactly call Johnny his kitten at school. The two of them, along with their friends, weren't exactly popular, and Zacky didn't want Johnny to become an outcast when he finally made it to high school. It was bad enough that Zacky and Johnny's relationship was ridiculed due to the fact that with Zacky having just turned seventeen, Johnny had just barely turned fourteen in November, leaving him back in middle school yet as an eighth grader.
"Yours," Johnny said quietly, a soft smile creeping across his face. It quickly vanished, however, as the wind whistled in through a drafty window and several of their candles flickered out. As they were plunged into near-darkness, the stairs began creaking and Johnny began clinging to Zacky. "Wh-What was that?" he stuttered quietly, looking up at Zacky with his big, brown doe-eyes.
"It's fine, Kitten, there's nobody here. It's just us, I promise, and for the last time, my house isn't haunted," Zacky reassured him. Johnny sighed quietly, nodding a little and feeling stupid, but he still couldn't get the thought from his head. Zacky shook his head a little, beginning to pet his hair and kiss at his neck to distract him.
The distraction proved useful and ghosts were soon far from Johnny's mind until the floor creaked again. Zacky sighed softly, shaking his head a little. He knew he was in for a long night, but that was ok. Any night spent holding his Kitten was a good night.