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title: no sex please, we're rockstars.
pairing: Zack/Brian
rating: 15
disclaimer: never happened, not even remotely real
description: Zack and Brian take out an act of celibacy, but who will cave first?
A.N: hey all, my first post here. this is already on A7Xslashness, thought i'd put it here too. enjoy!
Chapter one
It was a simple little bet, that some how grew to become a battle almost. The 2 men involved were on the edge, and something was bound to give.
It began on a Friday night, after a day spent with the band at their singer’s house. There had been the usual joking and drinking, as well as some discussion over the one couple in the band; their guitaring duo, Brian and Zack, better known to the world as Synyster Gates and Zacky Vengeance.
“I think I’ll be going” spoke the short bassist, getting up out of his chair.
“yeh, we shall follow.” added Jimmy. The four of them said their goodbyes to Matt and all left to walk home. Zack and Brian had one arm around each others waists, but to anyone who didn‘t know better they would have thought they were just drunk friends.
“so, how long has it been between you two now?” Jimmy asked casually as they all walked towards their houses.
“emm, six months now Jim” replied Brian.
“Jesus, you’ve been going at it like rabbits for that long?” Johnny came out with, earning a large laugh from the drummer and a punch in the arm Zack.
“we aren’t that bad!” the couple replied in unison.
“yes you are!” Johnny and Jimmy spoke in unison as well.
The couple, annoyed at their friends, just lent into each other more.
“you know it isn’t just the sex with us.” Zack huffed.
“yeh, but it’s still true.” quipped Johnny, moving out the way before receiving another punch in the arm.
“Here’s my stop.” called Jimmy as he walked up his porch. “see ya guys when I see ya”
“hey, think I can stay at yours? I don’t want to walk alone with Zack” asked Johnny.
“okay, but your on the couch” he replied, making it to his door. The bassist walks up the porch, the couple wave goodbye and continued walking, but not before hearing the rest of the conversation between the two J’s.
“but don’t you have a spare bedroom?”
“do you want to sleep in my house?”
“but why the couch!?”
“because I said so!”
“I fucking hate you!”
“Hey! Don’t make me lock the door on you gnome!”
The guitarists could only laugh at their friends as they continued on. They got home, managed to get undressed and ready for bed. Zack was sat up in their bed, thinking over what Johnny had said. Brian came from the bathroom, slipped in bed next to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Zack’s waste.
“hey, what’s wrong? You’ve been deep in thought for a while now.” he asked after seeing the far away look the rhythm still had.
“we do fuck a lot, when you think about it” was his reply, his gaze not moving from the random spot on the wall.
“who cares. I think we haven’t had sex in….about twenty four hours” this made Zack laugh which made him grin. “let’s change that” Brian whispered before moving to pin Zack to the bed.
“your terrible. I could last months longer that you could without sex.” he sent back, causing his lead to stop midway from kissing him.
“oh? You think so, do you?” was his disbelieving reply.
“I do. I’d put a bet on it, I can last longer than you.” Zack spoke with a cheeky grin. Brian moved up off of him and stood up.
“is that a bet, Baker?”
“it most certainly is.”
The couple where at the table in the kitchen, having written a contract for ‘the celibacy bet’ as they had put it. The rules were as follows,
‘You are not to perform any sexual act what so ever. This includes fingering, dry fucking and wanking . You are not to try and become aroused ether. In the event that you do get a hard on, you are not to ‘deal’ with it in any way, shape or form. You are not allowed to have an orgasm. The bet will last as long as the people involved last. The loser is the first to ether perform any kind of sexual act, jump your partner or to call it quits. The loser has the forfeit of…’
“do you have any ideas on the forfeit?” asked Brian. Zack only nodded, took the pen and wrote down what would be the forfeit.
“shit! That’s quite a forfeit.”
“what? Are you pulling out now?” the rhythm quipped with a smirk.
“no sir. I just can‘t imagine you..”
“who say’s I’m gonna lose?”
“I do.”
“no chance. you’ll cave first!” and with that, they both signed their names at the bottom of the contract, gave each other a glare and went to bed, both thinking the exact same thing.
This is gonna be easy.