Cold Winter Nights
Title: Cold Winter Nights
Author: Synful_Chaos
Pairing: Matt/Zacky
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own.
The lead singer cracked open an eye to find green eyes staring back at him. He raised an eyebrow in confusion of why his rhythm guitarist was watching him sleep. The green eyes became smaller as a smile appeared on the rhythm’s face. The singer still confused watched as the smaller man rested his head on his chest.
“Z, what’re you doing?” came the question that was nagging at the tip of his brain.
“I was cold in my room and I got lonely.” The lead singer couldn’t help but smile at the younger man’s antics as he drew lazy circles on the larger man’s stomach. He closed his eyes, still heavy from just waking up.
“Matty?” The rhythm asked in a shy voice.
“Hmm?” The singer replied lazily.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” The hazel eyed singer looked up at his friend and automatically knew what was going on in his head. He was scared no doubt about it. Matt lifted up the blankets and watched as the rhythm crawled underneath, and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was the only one that saw this side of his best friend.
Zacky shivered from the cold air that blew in through the cracks in the walls. They were a struggling band and came from broken down families. They decided it would be best if they got out so they could concentrate on more important things. Matt and Zacky owned an apartment together in New York, it was currently the middle of winter and there was no trace of heat in the house.
The singer pulled his friend closer to him, holding him, trying to shield him from the cold, succeeding very little. Zacky didn’t mind though. He liked when Matt held him, it made him feel wanted and cared for, something no one ever thought of doing for him.
Matt loved him though and Zacky knew it, not once taking advantage of that special love that was given to him. A sweet kiss was placed on the rhythm’s forehead that made him feel warm inside. Butterflies attacked Zacky’s stomach, which made him smile in an odd way.
“Matty?” The lead singer smiled at his nickname and looked down at the peaceful rhythm lying on his chest.
“Yes Z?” He asked but it sounded more like an annoyed sigh. It made Zacky feel uncomfortable and he shied away, turning over, his back facing Matt as a few tears threatened to fall. Zacky closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to overcome him and just as he was starting to fall into a peaceful slumber, he felt two strong arms wrap around his middle.
Zacky couldn’t help but smile and want to squeal like a schoolgirl when he felt a pair of warm lips on is neck. He held it in not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Matt, he idolized the lead singer and would do anything to impress him.
“I love you Z.” Matt mumbled into Zacky’s hair. Those were the words that Zacky longed to hear from his friend. Another kiss was placed on the nape of his neck.
“I love you too Matty.” The singer pulled Zacky closer to his chest, loving how wonderful it felt. Nothing could change this moment, only a simple kiss could make it that much better but Matt didn’t want to go too far. Soon Zacky fell into the peaceful sleep that has been calling his name. Matt felt Zacky’s chest rise and fall with each breath that he took. Thankfully, he was no longer shivering. Matt buried his face in the crook of Zacky’s neck, the smell that came from it was hypnotizing and soon put Matt to sleep.
The next morning Matt woke up to fluffy black hair in his face from the small head on his chest, and an arm was thrown lazily across his stomach. Matt laced his fingers with the smaller ones, and brought them up to his face, kissing them one by one. Zacky was a heavy sleeper and nothing could really wake him up. Matt was grateful for this cause he used this time to tell Zacky things that he would never tell him while he was awake.
Matt sighed, he didn’t want to get up but nature was calling. He reluctantly moved away from his sleeping beauty and ran across the cold tiles to the bathroom. After relieving himself he ran back across the floor and almost threw himself in his bed. He attempted to tangle his cold body with Zacky’s much warmer one but Zacky whined and pushed Matt away.
Matt curled up in a ball which was complicated, considering the size of his body. He shivered as the bitter winter air blew through the room and over his body. He hated summers and winters sucked even more. Nothing could make this better but really he couldn’t be happier.
“Matty?” the smaller man called from the other side of the bed.
“Yes?” Matt asked between chattering teeth. Zacky pulled Matt out of his ball and cuddled up against the large singer, warming him instantly.
“Do you feel better?” Matt nodded and his shiver had subsided until it was gone. Matt pulled Zacky close to him, liking the feel of the younger boy pressed up against him in a non-perverted way. It just felt right in Matt’s head, hoping that was the same thing running through his friend’s brain. Just as the two boys were drifting off into a nice slumber, Zacky’s phone rang, MCR’s “To the end” making them jump.
“Hello?” Zacky answered groggily.
“Is this Zachary Baker?” Zacky gave Matt a confused look but turned his attention back to the phone.
“Yes, may I ask who’s speaking.”
“This is Doctor Wise and I am very sorry to inform you that your parents have been in a fatal accident, leaving them both dead. If you could come here immediately it would be highly appreciated. We have your brother I am assuming, his name is Matt Baker.” Zacky was speechless; nothing could have prepared him for this.
“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Zacky mumbled into the phone quickly hanging up. He pulled on clothes that didn’t belong to him as Matt did the same. The singer was confused but he knew something was wrong. Nothing made the rhythm act like this. Matt quickly pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed and extra one in case Zacky got cold.
Matt grabbed his keys off of the hook that held them, so he didn’t have to struggle to find them in important cases such as this. Zacky was the first one out the door followed closely by Matt. Tears streamed down the rhythm’s face as he thought about his baby brother hurt. They ran down stairs as fast as they could without tripping. They quickly ran out the door, and Zacky waited on Matt to unlock the door.
Matt started the car and pressed the gas pedal hard, well aware that he was speeding. They arrived to the hospital in ten minutes from an original twenty minute trip. Zacky rushed in through the doors and spotted his brother in a chair with tears streaming down his face.
“Mattie!” The little boy looked up and ran into his brother’s arms.
“Zacky, I wanna go home.” The little boy sobbed as Zacky held him close.
“We’re gonna go home baby, and you’re going to be safe ok. Where’re mom and dad?” Mattie pointed to a room that held his parents dead bodies. Zacky handed his little brother to Matt; the little boy clung to the singer. The guitarist walked into the room and gasped as he saw that they were both covered with white sheets.
“Mr. Baker?” Zacky spun around and came face to face with the doctor.
“Yeah that’s me. What happened to my parents?”
“Well as far as we know they were driving to or from somewhere and a truck slammed into the passenger’s side, killing your mother on impact, and your father was left with brain damage that was irreversible, he died upon arrival.” The doctor gave Zacky a sad smile and continued.
“Your little brother was luckily in the back seat and somehow ended up without a scratch. We did scans, x-rays, blood work, and nothing was damaged. He’s a strong little guy and he loves you a lot. He was sitting there talking about you and how you were the best big brother in the world. You must love him as much as he loves you.” Zacky nodded and excused himself.
“Oh yes, forgive me, you must me tired, well it was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Baker.” The doctor extended his hand and Zacky shook it respectfully. He grabbed his father’s wallet and keys and left as quickly as he came in. He rolled his eyes as soon as he left the room.
“Mattie, we’re gonna go home to get your clothes and everything ok and then you’re gonna move in with me, how’s that sound?” The little boy smiled at his brother and nodded his head. Zacky buckled Mattie into the back seat and climbed in the front with his friend.
“Is he gonna be okay, Z?” The guitarist nodded his head and laced his fingers with his friends to try and calm his nerves. The singer rubbed the pad of his thumb over Zacky’s knuckles and smiled at his friend. Matt drove to Zacky’s parent’s house to pick up Mattie’s stuff that he would need. He tuned off the engine and unlaced their fingers reluctantly. Once outside the car he entwined their hands together again.
Zacky looked over at Matt with hopeful eyes, the singer smiled and nodded. The guitarist could feel his heart beat faster and his stomach was flipping around like crazy. It was the unspoken love they have been holding in for years. Zacky unlocked the door and turned on some of the lights. Zacky picked up his brother and held him while they climbed the stairs. He opened the door with his free hand and set Mattie down on the floor.
The two older boys threw his neatly folded clothes into suitcases that sat in his closet. Matt brought them out to his car and piled them into the trunk. Zacky took Mattie’s bed apart and set the frame up against the wall. The guitarist sighed and looked around the room for rope of some sort, not finding any he set out on a search taking Mattie with him.
“Mattie, do you know where Mom kept the rope?” The little boy shook his head at his brother. Zacky let out another sigh; he carefully opened to the door to his parent’s bedroom and looked around. The bed was made and the room seemed to sparkle with cleanliness. His parents were neat freaks, the same couldn’t be said about him. Zacky led his brother out of the room.
“Mattie, I think we should leave your bed here, and you can sleep in mine. How’s that sound?” Mattie looked up at his brother and grinned.
“Do I still get to keep my toys?” Zacky looked down at his brother and couldn’t help but smile at the sad face he put on.
“Yes you still get to keep your toys. Matt is putting them in the car right now ok.” Mattie looked up at his brother and smiled.
Author: Synful_Chaos
Pairing: Matt/Zacky
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own.
The lead singer cracked open an eye to find green eyes staring back at him. He raised an eyebrow in confusion of why his rhythm guitarist was watching him sleep. The green eyes became smaller as a smile appeared on the rhythm’s face. The singer still confused watched as the smaller man rested his head on his chest.
“Z, what’re you doing?” came the question that was nagging at the tip of his brain.
“I was cold in my room and I got lonely.” The lead singer couldn’t help but smile at the younger man’s antics as he drew lazy circles on the larger man’s stomach. He closed his eyes, still heavy from just waking up.
“Matty?” The rhythm asked in a shy voice.
“Hmm?” The singer replied lazily.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” The hazel eyed singer looked up at his friend and automatically knew what was going on in his head. He was scared no doubt about it. Matt lifted up the blankets and watched as the rhythm crawled underneath, and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was the only one that saw this side of his best friend.
Zacky shivered from the cold air that blew in through the cracks in the walls. They were a struggling band and came from broken down families. They decided it would be best if they got out so they could concentrate on more important things. Matt and Zacky owned an apartment together in New York, it was currently the middle of winter and there was no trace of heat in the house.
The singer pulled his friend closer to him, holding him, trying to shield him from the cold, succeeding very little. Zacky didn’t mind though. He liked when Matt held him, it made him feel wanted and cared for, something no one ever thought of doing for him.
Matt loved him though and Zacky knew it, not once taking advantage of that special love that was given to him. A sweet kiss was placed on the rhythm’s forehead that made him feel warm inside. Butterflies attacked Zacky’s stomach, which made him smile in an odd way.
“Matty?” The lead singer smiled at his nickname and looked down at the peaceful rhythm lying on his chest.
“Yes Z?” He asked but it sounded more like an annoyed sigh. It made Zacky feel uncomfortable and he shied away, turning over, his back facing Matt as a few tears threatened to fall. Zacky closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to overcome him and just as he was starting to fall into a peaceful slumber, he felt two strong arms wrap around his middle.
Zacky couldn’t help but smile and want to squeal like a schoolgirl when he felt a pair of warm lips on is neck. He held it in not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Matt, he idolized the lead singer and would do anything to impress him.
“I love you Z.” Matt mumbled into Zacky’s hair. Those were the words that Zacky longed to hear from his friend. Another kiss was placed on the nape of his neck.
“I love you too Matty.” The singer pulled Zacky closer to his chest, loving how wonderful it felt. Nothing could change this moment, only a simple kiss could make it that much better but Matt didn’t want to go too far. Soon Zacky fell into the peaceful sleep that has been calling his name. Matt felt Zacky’s chest rise and fall with each breath that he took. Thankfully, he was no longer shivering. Matt buried his face in the crook of Zacky’s neck, the smell that came from it was hypnotizing and soon put Matt to sleep.
The next morning Matt woke up to fluffy black hair in his face from the small head on his chest, and an arm was thrown lazily across his stomach. Matt laced his fingers with the smaller ones, and brought them up to his face, kissing them one by one. Zacky was a heavy sleeper and nothing could really wake him up. Matt was grateful for this cause he used this time to tell Zacky things that he would never tell him while he was awake.
Matt sighed, he didn’t want to get up but nature was calling. He reluctantly moved away from his sleeping beauty and ran across the cold tiles to the bathroom. After relieving himself he ran back across the floor and almost threw himself in his bed. He attempted to tangle his cold body with Zacky’s much warmer one but Zacky whined and pushed Matt away.
Matt curled up in a ball which was complicated, considering the size of his body. He shivered as the bitter winter air blew through the room and over his body. He hated summers and winters sucked even more. Nothing could make this better but really he couldn’t be happier.
“Matty?” the smaller man called from the other side of the bed.
“Yes?” Matt asked between chattering teeth. Zacky pulled Matt out of his ball and cuddled up against the large singer, warming him instantly.
“Do you feel better?” Matt nodded and his shiver had subsided until it was gone. Matt pulled Zacky close to him, liking the feel of the younger boy pressed up against him in a non-perverted way. It just felt right in Matt’s head, hoping that was the same thing running through his friend’s brain. Just as the two boys were drifting off into a nice slumber, Zacky’s phone rang, MCR’s “To the end” making them jump.
“Hello?” Zacky answered groggily.
“Is this Zachary Baker?” Zacky gave Matt a confused look but turned his attention back to the phone.
“Yes, may I ask who’s speaking.”
“This is Doctor Wise and I am very sorry to inform you that your parents have been in a fatal accident, leaving them both dead. If you could come here immediately it would be highly appreciated. We have your brother I am assuming, his name is Matt Baker.” Zacky was speechless; nothing could have prepared him for this.
“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Zacky mumbled into the phone quickly hanging up. He pulled on clothes that didn’t belong to him as Matt did the same. The singer was confused but he knew something was wrong. Nothing made the rhythm act like this. Matt quickly pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed and extra one in case Zacky got cold.
Matt grabbed his keys off of the hook that held them, so he didn’t have to struggle to find them in important cases such as this. Zacky was the first one out the door followed closely by Matt. Tears streamed down the rhythm’s face as he thought about his baby brother hurt. They ran down stairs as fast as they could without tripping. They quickly ran out the door, and Zacky waited on Matt to unlock the door.
Matt started the car and pressed the gas pedal hard, well aware that he was speeding. They arrived to the hospital in ten minutes from an original twenty minute trip. Zacky rushed in through the doors and spotted his brother in a chair with tears streaming down his face.
“Mattie!” The little boy looked up and ran into his brother’s arms.
“Zacky, I wanna go home.” The little boy sobbed as Zacky held him close.
“We’re gonna go home baby, and you’re going to be safe ok. Where’re mom and dad?” Mattie pointed to a room that held his parents dead bodies. Zacky handed his little brother to Matt; the little boy clung to the singer. The guitarist walked into the room and gasped as he saw that they were both covered with white sheets.
“Mr. Baker?” Zacky spun around and came face to face with the doctor.
“Yeah that’s me. What happened to my parents?”
“Well as far as we know they were driving to or from somewhere and a truck slammed into the passenger’s side, killing your mother on impact, and your father was left with brain damage that was irreversible, he died upon arrival.” The doctor gave Zacky a sad smile and continued.
“Your little brother was luckily in the back seat and somehow ended up without a scratch. We did scans, x-rays, blood work, and nothing was damaged. He’s a strong little guy and he loves you a lot. He was sitting there talking about you and how you were the best big brother in the world. You must love him as much as he loves you.” Zacky nodded and excused himself.
“Oh yes, forgive me, you must me tired, well it was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Baker.” The doctor extended his hand and Zacky shook it respectfully. He grabbed his father’s wallet and keys and left as quickly as he came in. He rolled his eyes as soon as he left the room.
“Mattie, we’re gonna go home to get your clothes and everything ok and then you’re gonna move in with me, how’s that sound?” The little boy smiled at his brother and nodded his head. Zacky buckled Mattie into the back seat and climbed in the front with his friend.
“Is he gonna be okay, Z?” The guitarist nodded his head and laced his fingers with his friends to try and calm his nerves. The singer rubbed the pad of his thumb over Zacky’s knuckles and smiled at his friend. Matt drove to Zacky’s parent’s house to pick up Mattie’s stuff that he would need. He tuned off the engine and unlaced their fingers reluctantly. Once outside the car he entwined their hands together again.
Zacky looked over at Matt with hopeful eyes, the singer smiled and nodded. The guitarist could feel his heart beat faster and his stomach was flipping around like crazy. It was the unspoken love they have been holding in for years. Zacky unlocked the door and turned on some of the lights. Zacky picked up his brother and held him while they climbed the stairs. He opened the door with his free hand and set Mattie down on the floor.
The two older boys threw his neatly folded clothes into suitcases that sat in his closet. Matt brought them out to his car and piled them into the trunk. Zacky took Mattie’s bed apart and set the frame up against the wall. The guitarist sighed and looked around the room for rope of some sort, not finding any he set out on a search taking Mattie with him.
“Mattie, do you know where Mom kept the rope?” The little boy shook his head at his brother. Zacky let out another sigh; he carefully opened to the door to his parent’s bedroom and looked around. The bed was made and the room seemed to sparkle with cleanliness. His parents were neat freaks, the same couldn’t be said about him. Zacky led his brother out of the room.
“Mattie, I think we should leave your bed here, and you can sleep in mine. How’s that sound?” Mattie looked up at his brother and grinned.
“Do I still get to keep my toys?” Zacky looked down at his brother and couldn’t help but smile at the sad face he put on.
“Yes you still get to keep your toys. Matt is putting them in the car right now ok.” Mattie looked up at his brother and smiled.