Don't try and label me hypocrite; cause I will do what I want to

aprilatrocity @ 2011-06-11T04:47:00

2006-06-11T08:47:41Z

MOVED.
causticx -> Personal Journal
smutbucket -> Fanfiction Journal

Take this one off your lists, people.
Sorry for the mix-up.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-06-10T10:11:00

2006-06-10T14:15:12Z

Title;; Calmer Than You Are
Pairing;; Adam // Jade
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; PWP. It's gym class, and the two are hanging out in the locker room.
Disclaimer;; Haha, right.
Dedication;; a7x_murderscene, cause um..duh.

My first AFI fic in history, so please excuse it if it's bad. I've been stuck in the Avenged Sevenfold fandom for so long, I don't know what it's like writing about a different band.

Calmer Than You Are

Adam Carson slipped into the locker room undetected -- his fatso gym teacher had unlocked it for some fairy boy to go to the bathroom, and hadn't remembered to lock it up again, and Adam really wasn't up for a game of basketball that day. With a barely audible sigh, he neared his locker, grabbing the bottom hem of the ugly gray tee shirt that bore his school's logo. As he ripped it up over his head, he heard a noise from the bathroom -- the fairy boy was still in there. He glanced over his shoulder as he balled up the thin shirt in front of him, and his classmate Jade Puget came from the bathroom.

Adam wasn't the only one who referred to him as a fairy boy -- that'd been his official nickname from everyone since the seventh grade. But the funny thing was, he didn't mind. He openly pranced around, admitting to everyone that he was, in fact, gay, and though most people had been grossed out when they'd heard, they'd all just gotten used to him. He came out of the bathroom, meeting Adam's gaze for just a moment, before Adam turned back around.

"Don't tell him I'm in here." He said, turning the dial of his lock.

There was a brief silence as Jade's sneakers scuffed over the tile floor, and he appeared beside Adam, working on his own lock. "I'm not going back out there either." he said simply.

Adam side-glanced him as he opened his locker, but said nothing. He pulled out the clothes he'd been wearing before gym, and dropped them on the bench behind them as Jade slowly pulled off his own shirt. Adam tried to keep his observation inconspicuous, and he ran his eyes over the smaller boy's now bare torso.

He was skinny, and completely hairless -- not that Adam had any hair either, but that was because he shaved it -- it looked like Jade couldn't even grow hair. His skin was pale, almost abnormally, but there was something about the milky glow that Adam found himself almost entranced by.

"I know what you're thinking."

Adam's gaze lifted to Jade's lips which were curled into a smirk.

"What?"

It was Jade's turn to side-glance him, lifting a brow. "You're thinking -- man, I bet he has a tight ass." he said.

Adam's own brow furrowed, he hadn't really been thinking that -- but now that he mentioned it...

"You're crazy." Adam said, turning back to his locker, and throwing the balled up shirt inside of it.

Jade's smirk evolved into a grin, and he folded his shirt neatly, following suit and setting it into the locker. He reached down, slipping fingers beneath the waistband of the too small shorts he wore, but instead of pulling them off, he merely tugged them a little so that more of his lower abdomen was showing -- the muscle that led to his groin was prominent, despite the fact that Jade didn't have too nice of a build, and it was clear that he wore nothing underneath the shorts. Adam's light eyes lingered on it for a moment before flickering up to Jade's again; there was amusement in the smaller boy's eyes, and something else that Adam couldn't put a finger on.

"I'm right, aren't I?" his tone was low, taunting, and as he said it, he traced a finger absently down that groin muscle.

Adam mindlessly followed that finger with his eyes, and when he looked back up at Jade he almost was able to name the expression in them.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

Adam snorted -- that was it, the fairy boy was joking around. He couldn't believe he'd gotten almost -- almost -- excited at the thought of having sex with Jade. But when he looked back at Jade, who still watched him, full lips parted in a suggestive pout, it struck him that maybe Jade was serious -- that look in his eyes was finally able to be placed -- lust?

"So what if I do?" he asked, giving a shrug as the wall of defense came up. "Don't make me a fag."

Jade pushed his lips out, bringing a mocking expression to his face. "Ohh, of course not." he said, his tone like that of someone talking to a baby.

Adam rolled his eyes. "It doesn't." he insisted irritably -- but he didn't know who he was trying to convince, Jade or himself.

"Mm hmm," Jade replied, reaching into his locker as if he hadn't even heard what the other boy had said.

Adam shook his head, turning back to his locker and looking very much like a highly annoyed cat. He found himself side-glancing Jade once more though, who was pulling out seemingly everything he had in his locker and rearranging it. His gaze shifted downwards to the skinnier boy's shapely ass. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big either -- in the words of Goldilocks; it was just right. And the more Adam thought about it, the more he figured that it must be pretty tight.

Jade turned to him, lifting an arm and placing it against the lockers as he leaned against the cool metal. He was grinning again, and Adam could feel his ears starting to redden from being caught staring.

"Well," the other boy said, blinking lazily. "We have about twenty minutes till the rest of the guys come in here -- you gonna fuck me or what?"

Adam opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him, and he did the only thing he could think to do. He pushed Jade roughly against the red lockers, finding the other boy's lips with his own. He'd never kissed another guy before, but Jade's lips were almost softer than a girl's, so he was pleased to find that it was no different.

One of Jade's arms slid limply around Adam's neck, and the blonde parted his lips quickly, shaping them around Adam's tongue as it entered his mouth. He playfully pushed his own tongue against Adam's, while his other hand lightly held onto the waistband of Adam's shorts.

Adam's cock had already begun to stiffen, and he rolled his hips forward into Jade's, their erections coming into slight contact with each other, and making Adam's lust for the other boy greater. Jade gave a short laugh though, breaking the kiss.

"Easy there, cowboy." he teased, coolly. "I ain't going nowhere."

Adam ignored this remark, knowing he'd have been embarrassed if he dwelled on it. With the hand that'd been on Adam's shorts, Jade reached behind him, thin arm snaking into his open locker. Seconds later, he produced a small bottle of lotion that'd been in there God knows how long. Adam opened his mouth to say something about being prepared, but the only thing that left him was a strangled noise, before he caught Jade's lips in another firm kiss.

His mind seemed to go into cruise control, and his next actions happened without him even thinking about them. He pulled away only slightly, grabbing the bottle of lotion with one hand, and using the other to spin Jade around. The smaller boy grinned to himself, reaching down to pull his shorts down over his ass slowly, making himself ready.

Adam quickly pulled his own shorts down slightly, enough to yank out his dick. He had no idea what he was doing, but it couldn't be that much different -- he tried to let his instincts take over, popping the cap of the lotion bottle. It was your average, "unscented" lotion -- the kind for dry skin -- but at that moment, Adam could've cared less. He squeezed some of the white liquid into one of his hands, the other one closing the bottle again and tossing it haphazardly back into Jade's open locker.

He quickly spread a layer of the lotion onto his cock, the other hand finding the small of Jade's back and resting there, as if he were afraid the smaller boy would leave before he could get off. The lotion was cold at first, and he took in a quick breath, but as his hand moved over his length, the temperature of the lotion seemed like the very least important thing at the moment.

Getting an even layer over his dick, he grabbed Jade's hips tightly, which were pushed out slightly in patience as though Jade seduced boys in the locker room every day.The little lotion that was still left on Adam's hand caused his fingers to slip slightly on the smaller boy's waist, but it didn't seem to effect anything, as he lined himself up slowly -- trying not to think so much about this.

Jade's palms were flat against the lockers, and he had his head down slightly in an almost bored way, and even as the head of Adam's cock pressed against his waiting hole, he kept his unamused manner. Adam pushed into him slowly, holding his breath as the smaller boy only barely winced.

The taller boy tried not to groan so quickly into it as he entered Jade's surprising warmth -- he really was tight, and it was much better than Adam's ex-girlfriend -- much better than she could have wished to be. He buried his complete length inside of Jade, who's head had finally lifted and was thrown back slightly as he gnawed on his bottom lip, breathing quickly. Adam started to pull out, not really paying attention to how slow he was still going until Jade gave a short laugh-like noise.

"Clock's ticking."

Adam vaguely wondered what would happen if the teacher came in and found him, buried to the hilt inside of Jade Puget. Some of his classmates might've cheered him on, but despite this, Adam really didn't want it to happen. Without much thought, he started to quicken his pace. Jade didn't move his hips at all, but he also didn't keep them still -- he kept himself relaxed, just letting the taller boy pull him into the speedy thrusts.

Moments passed, and the only sounds that could be heard were the raspy breaths each boy let out, the occasional grunt from Adam, and the small wet noise that issued from Adam's cock sliding in and out of Jade's tight ass. And every now and then, the slap of skin on skin would echo off the tiled walls.

One of Jade's hands moved down between his body and the lockers, and he wrapped his warm fingers around his cock, which had softened slightly from the initial pain. It seemed that Jade would have to rely completely on himself this time, being that Adam hadn't hit his prostate once -- just barely brushing against it a few times. That was why Jade hated straight guys.

Adam groaned deep in his chest, leaning his head forward to lightly bite at the back of Jade's neck. He'd never been one to last long, something he hoped would change when he got out of high school, and he could feel his climax already starting to build in his gut.

Jade's own throat emitted a primal-like noise, his hand was gliding swiftly over his cock, which now gleamed with the precum he'd smeared over it. He let out a moan as Adam actually hit his sweet spot dead on -- it only happened once that whole time, but he didn't care because it'd sent a wave of pleasure through his body that made his back arch.

Adam's back stiffened slightly, movements becoming sporadic and jerky, and his orgasm threatened to sneak up on him. He chewed on his bottom lip, willing himself to hold off as long as he could, and as if reading his mind, Jade's hand motions sped up. The smaller boy gave another throaty noise, now thrusting forward into his moving fist, and he let out a slight sigh as the familiar warm sensation of his climax resounded in his abdomen.

Much to Adam's pleasure, Jade came first, spilling his juices into his hand. As his muscles clenched around Adam's dick; the taller boy was sent over the edge, and he came powerfully, letting out a deep, guttural noise, as his slender fingers tightened into slight vices on Jade's hip bones.

Adam rocked his hips forward slowly, rolling them against Jade's ass as he rode out his orgasm, and emptied himself completely. And as suddenly as it'd started, it was over.

He pulled his spent cock from Jade's ass, pulling up his shorts quickly as though he didn't want Jade to see him. The smaller boy turned around, smirking still as his own shorts were tugged up lazily, and he stretched his arms above his head, brown eyes flickering towards the clock on the wall. He grinned.

"And I still have time for a shower." he said, voice a purr.

With a raised eyebrow, Jade turned and started for the large room where the shower 'stalls' were located, wiggling his hips as he walked in a suggestive manner. Adam turned, glancing at the clock as well. At least twelve more minutes were left till the class would be allowed back into the locker room. He gave a sigh, and walked towards the showers -- he wasn't gay, but bisexual was always an option.

I'm not sure if I like this too much.
You be the judge.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-06-07T23:29:00

2006-06-08T03:32:35Z

Title;; Solitary
Pairing;; Brian // Zacky
Rating;; Unsure
Summary;; A bunch of one-liners -- I took the prompts from 1sentence. Kind of complicated, just read duh.
Disclaimer;; Nothing. At. All.
Other Parts;; Alpha

First and foremost, thanks to every single reviewer; I didn't expect quite so many. You don't know how happy it made me. So yeah, here's my Beta set, I don't think they're as good as the first, but this stuff gets hard.

Solitary

Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Synyster Gates/Zacky Vengeance

Set II
Beta

01. Walking //
Brian loved walking behind Zacky as they climbed stairs -- he'd always swat at the younger man's ass playfully, earning him a suggestive and cheeky grin.

02. Waltz //
Zacky was entranced by the way Brian moved on stage, though you'd never guess it by the way he secretly watched the older man's dance -- romantic waltz -- with his guitar; you could tell it was his passion.

03. Wishes //
Brian finished the rest of his drink, wanting to pass out right there at the bar -- he'd go home with any broad who hit on him that night, he just wished he could get Zacky out of his mind.

04. Wonder //
Was it really any wonder what happened when Brian stated that he'd just been shaving as Zacky took that shower?

05. Worry //
As Zacky listened to the tenth ring of the fourth call in three hours, the worry washed over him slowly from head to toe -- where on Earth was Brian?

06. Whimsy //
Perhaps it was a silly little whim, but Brian would've given anything at that moment to be the petite blonde seated in Zacky's lap.

07. Waste/Wasteland //
Zacky looked around the barren wasteland that had become their bedroom; Brian hadn't slept with him in what felt like ages, what was the point of a shared bedroom?

08. Whiskey and Rum //
Zacky's favorite holiday was Halloween, because Brian had dressed and impressed with a (drunken) impersonation of Captain Jack Sparrow, however, he did overdo the line, "Why's the rum gone?"

09. War //
It was a never-ending war with them, what movie to get from Blockbuster -- Brian could never decide if he wanted a horror or a comedy, though he knew Zacky would end up all over him either way.

10. Weddings //
Matt and Valary had no clue that as they were cutting their wedding cake, the guitarists were hiding in the bathroom, Zack bent over a sink with his pants around his ankles.

11. Birthday //
Brian always got uppity close to Zacky's birthday because he wanted nothing more than to give the younger man the best present ever, even though Zacky told him that the nights they spent together were well the best kind of gift.

12. Blessing //
It always took Brian a moment to bless Zacky after the sneeze, cause it was just too cute the way the younger man tried to hold it back.

13. Bias //
Zacky couldn't let Brian meet his parents, they were too biased when it came to homosexuality -- he feared their reaction more than a child fears the boogey man.

14. Burning //
Zacky held up his oven-mitted hands in defense with an innocent smirk, as Brian's eyes found the black turkey, smoking in the pan on top of the stove; there went dinner.

15. Breathing //
Brian rested his cheek on the sleeping Zacky's chest, his head lifting up and down with each shallow and soft breath.

16. Breaking //
"Cheat on me, will you," Brian pulled Zacky's arm so tightly behind him that he could hear the crack of bones breaking, among Zacky's yelp.

17. Belief //
Zacky gaped at the older man, unable to believe his ears -- Brian Haner Junior wanted to buy him a drink?

18. Balloon //
Zacky was sick, and bloated like a balloon, and though he pretended to hate it, he secretly loved and couldn't help but laugh when Brian poked his stomach teasingly.

19. Balcony //
Brian looked over the railing, wondering how bad it would hurt if he jumped, and questioning whether or not Zacky would notice him then.

20. Bane //
The bane of their relationship had been when Zacky let slip to Brian that he thought Matt was good looking.

21. Quiet //
The quiet nod was all Brian needed, and he leaned over, shyly pressing his lips to Zacky's.

22. Quirks //
One of Brian's favorite quirks about Zacky was the way the younger man would talk to Ichabod like a baby -- Brian had been made to promise to keep this a secret, however.

23. Question //
There was question in those chocolate eyes, and Zacky answered in the only way he could think to, leaning up and pecking the older man on the chin.

24. Quarrel //
Brian and Zacky had the silliest of quarrels -- like the time they'd argued about Professor Snape's motives in the Half-Blood Prince; Brian'd ended up on the couch for that one.

25. Quitting //
Zacky swiped the cancer stick from between Brian's lips, reminding him that they were both trying to quit -- Brian responded with a pout, which earned him a soft and apologetic kiss.

26. Jump //
Brian grinned to himself, sneaking up behind Zacky who stood at his locker -- with a swift movement, he sharply smacked Zacky's ass, causing the younger man to gasp and jump.

27. Jester //
Zacky set his beer down, climbing up onto the coffee table, and he slurred out his love for "Synyster fucking Gates", which everyone laughed at -- he was now the party's personal jester -- sorry Johnny.

28. Jousting //
Zacky usually shared all of his dreams with Brian, but he drew the line when it came to the one where he was riding Brian like a horse jousting with some knight -- he'd never hear the end of that one.

29. Jewel //
Brian picked up the Jewel CD, turning to Zacky with a cocked brow, and the younger man blushed a ferocious shade of magenta, snatching the case from his hands, and stammering incoherently.

30. Just //
As any arrogant fool, Brian felt he was completely just when it came to his reasoning for why he'd kissed that girl at the bar.

31. Smirk //
The pouty lips curled upwards as the jade eyes glittered playfully -- it was this suggestive smirk that caused blood to seep between Brian's legs.

32. Sorrow //
Brian had known his grandfather was dying, but nothing prepared him for how sad he would feel afterwards, and he gave a sorrowful sigh as he buried his face between Zacky's neck and shoulder, happy to have the younger man to console him.

33. Stupidity //
Brian blinked stupidly at Zacky's confession -- he had to be dreaming.

34. Serenade //
Zacky would never admit it, but whenever Brian serenaded him with the familiar KISS tune, he secretly wished that his own name was Beth.

35. Sarcasm //
"No, Zack -- I think you're butt-ass ugly," sarcasm dripped from every word to the point of making Zacky laugh.

36. Sordid //
It was romantically sordid in a way to Zacky, losing his virginity in a confessional booth.

37. Soliloquy //
Whenever Brian took a shower he would talk to himself, dramatically too -- and Zacky would secretly listen to this soliloquy, which was filled with nothing but the most random thoughts ever -- like what Brian wanted for dinner.

38. Sojourn //
Zacky had gotten kicked out of his house for using drugs, and he'd visited Brian who'd been more than happy to let him stay there for a while

39. Share //
Brian and Zacky had first met in their ninth grade art class, when the two had been asked to share paint -- Brian's fingers collided with Zacky's every time they reached for their paintbrushes, and they'd send small smiles in each other's direction.

40. Solitary // (what a coinkydink)
Zacky sat down in the solitary chair in the small room; everything else had already been moved into the U-Haul, but something kept Zacky sitting by the window, he didn't want to leave the house which he and Brian had spent so long in, despite the fact that Brian was gone now.

41. Nowhere //
"Nowhere," the whisper was soft, frightened, and Zacky didn't meet Brian's gaze, too afraid to see the anger in those brown orbs, glazed with his state of sobriety.

42. Neutral //
Something that always bothered Zacky was the way Brian would remain neutral in any given argument, whether or not Johnny and Zacky were fighting about what color the sky was, Brian would always be inactive.

43. Nuance //
Brian rolled his eyes, he hated when Zacky tried to contradict him with his nuance-y opinions and answers; the only way to get the younger man to shut up would be to slip his hand down his pants.

44. Near //
Zacky paused in the doorway, meeting Brian's harsh gaze as the older man sat in the chair in silence -- he wasn't that late, was he?

45. Natural //
Brian loved the way Zacky's lips were always naturally puffy; although it did make it harder for him to resist the younger man when they were in public places -- but they felt so good when wrapped around a particular body part.

46. Horizon //
To some people, beauty could have been the sun setting over the horizon, casting shades of orange over the waters of the ocean, but as Brian and Zacky sat together in the sand, hips touching from their closeness, Brian new that true beauty was Zacky Jonathan Baker.

47. Valiant //
Brian folded his arms over his chest, and set his jaw after he made the remark to the bully, who was by far, much more bigger and stronger, while behind him, Zacky covered his one quickly bruising eye, the other wide and watching as some complete stranger valiantly stood up for him -- something that didn't happen in real life.

48. Virtuous //
Brian hated the fact that Zacky was such a virtuous boy; this meant it would only be harder to get him to finally admit to his feelings for another man -- but then again, Brian liked a challenge now and then.

49. Victory //
Zacky grinned to himself as Brian quickly scribbled his phone number down, another boy to add to the growing list of guys he might call back.

50. Defeat //
Zacky let his shoulders sag lightly in defeat -- he just couldn't get the song right, but Brian grinned, taking the younger man's guitar and setting it down before pulling Zacky towards him, and into a light embrace, complete with a kiss -- the left-handed guitarist was always so sensitive.

Yeahh...Beta wasn't as good as Alpha.
But maybe Gamma will be if you want more?

aprilatrocity @ 2006-06-06T16:14:00

2006-06-06T20:15:08Z

Title;; Solitary
Pairing;; Brian // Zacky
Rating;; Unsure
Summary;; A bunch of one-liners -- I took the prompts from 1sentence. Kind of complicated, just read duh.
Disclaimer;; Nothing. At. All.

This isn't an actual story. These sentences are unrelated, basically just a bit of plot bunnies. It may be useless of me to post, but I wanted to so suck it. This is called 'Solitary' because duh, it means one -- one sentence. Also, I was unsure of what the rating should be, soooo yeah.

Solitary

Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Synyster Gates/Zacky Vengeance

Set I
Alpha

01. Comfort //
Zacky loved the way that whenever a children's movie saddened him, Brian would comfort and console without poking fun.

02. Kiss //
Brian always let a girly giggle rise from his throat when he awoke to Zacky's tickling kiss on his stomach.

03. Soft //
Zacky could comb his fingers through Brian's soft hair for hours, enjoying the silk-like feeling of it sliding though his fingers.

04. Pain //
Booze and drugs would never mask the pain of being left by Zack Baker.

05. Potatoes //
Zacky learned quickly that Brian hated lumps in his potatoes; he'd wanted to cry when the older man's stormed off without eating.

06. Rain //
The two had once gotten locked out of their car in a light rain -- Zacky didn't mind the way his clothes got soaked, especially when he was bent over the hood of the Trans Am.

07. Chocolate //
Zacky could not eat ice cream without getting it everywhere, but Brian would always clean it from the other man's chin happily -- he loved the taste of chocolate.

08. Happiness //
For Brian Haner Junior happiness could mean two things: getting to perform for a bunch of screaming fans, or getting to hear the whimper of 'I love you', as he moved inside of Zacky.

09. Telephone //
Zacky watched the cops lead Brian away, reaching up to his bruised neck where he could still feel the indentation of the telephone cord.

10. Ears //
Seventeen-year-old Zacky blushed like a schoolgirl as they sat behind the bleachers, Brian's lips brushing his ear teasingly as the older boy whispered sweet nothings.

11. Name //
Brian could get off alone on the feeling of Zacky's fingernails tearing into his shoulder blades, as the smaller man panted his name as though he were a type of god.

12 Sensual //
Brian felt a shudder pass through his body as Zacky's tongue moved over his cheek and to his ear, an act of sensuality that caused goosebumps to rise on his inked arms.

13. Death //
Brian's death had been an accident, but Zacky felt much better when he could point fingers.

14. Sex //
Zacky got embarrassed whenever he remembered the first time he and Brian had had sex; he'd been stuttering like crazy, and probably blushing about as red as a tomato.

15. Touch //
Zacky knew he could always get what he wanted, just by touching Brian's lower back lightly.

16. Weakness //
Brian's only weak spot when it came to Zacky was the pleading look in the younger man's eyes -- he hated the way that those jade eyes could make him do anything, even if he didn't want to.

17. Tears //
Tears had involuntarily leaked from those teal eyes as Brian entered him for the first time.

18. Speed //
The older man's speedy thrusts not only knocked the headboard of the motel bed against the thin and cheaply papered wall, but caused Zacky to writhe and buck beneath him on the mattress.

19. Wind //
Brian's tongue moved gently over Zacky's bottom lip which was dry and cracked from the harsh winter winds, and Zacky melted -- much better than chapstick.

20. Freedom //
Zacky dropped to his knees in the boys' bathroom, quickly reaching up to free Brian's cock from its confines -- this had to be fast, a teacher could come walking in any moment.

21. Life //
They said that when Brian Haner Junior left Zacky, the last bit of life had disappeared from his brown eyes, but there was no one to blame but himself.

22. Jealousy //
Zacky's eyes flashed and he felt something like a pang in his side; jealousy was giving him a swift kick in the ass as he watched their drunk bassist slide a hand down Brian's pants.

23. Hands //
As they made love, Zacky linked his fingers with Brian's -- it made him feel closer to the older man, as well as reassured him that Brian was going nowhere, even if just for the moment.

24. Taste //
Zacky playfully bit Brian's neck, able to taste the perspiration that still hung on the older man's skin from the show they'd finished earlier.

25. Devotion //
It was his love and devotion to Zacky that made Brian redial the younger man's number, despite the fact that he'd just been hung up on.

26. Forever //
The whisper drifted from the younger man's pouty lips as the two tried to catch their breath, 'Forever'.

27. Blood //
Zacky's body started to shake in slight hysterics as the taste of his own blood brought tears to his eyes -- Brian hadn't meant to hit him, it'd been an accident, that's all.

28. Sickness //
It was like a sickness, Brian's obsession with Zacky; it was borderline scary with the way he followed the smaller man around like a second shadow.

29. Melody //
"A melody, a memory" -- Zacky loved when Brian sang to him before they fell asleep.

30. Star //
The sun was setting as Brian and Zacky lay beside each other on the grassy hill, and they watched, fingers linked, as the first star appeared in the sky.

31. Home //
Zacky collapsed against the older man's chest, allowing himself to break down into sobs -- he was home at last.

32. Confusion //
Fourteen-year-old Zacky wrinkled his forehead in confusion and he asked Brian what the kiss had been for.

33. Fear //
The fear boiled up in Brian's gut as Zacky stumbled in drunkenly, slurring out curses and threats.

34. Lightning/Thunder //
Thunder rolled in the distance and lightning flashed, illuminating the two men as they moved together beneath the bed sheet.

35. Bonds //
Maybe it was the strong bond between them, but Zacky could tell that Brian wouldn't be returning home that night.

36. Market //
Brian slid his arms around Zacky's midsection, pressing his half-hardened cock into the younger man's hip, and not caring that they were in the middle of the market.

37. Technology //
Zacky hated technology, but he loved when he could coax Brian into coming over to fix it -- it meant that Zacky would have to repay him.

38. Gift //
Contrary to popular belief, Brian's favorite birthday present hadn't been the brand new Mustang from his father on his seventeenth birthday -- it'd been Zacky giving him his virginity in the backseat that very same night.

39. Smile //
From across the room, Brian met Zacky's eyes and the younger man's lips turned up into a taunting and inviting smile.

40. Innocence //
Zacky Baker's innocence was destroyed the moment he shook hands with playboy Brian Haner Junior -- modern day Cassanova.

41. Completion //
Brian grinned to himself as he set the pen down -- the best love song ever had just been finished, and he couldn't wait to sing it to Zack.

42. Clouds //
Zacky adored the way the clouds reflected in Brian's dark eyes, giving them a sort of sparkle that made the older man all the more beautiful.

43. Sky //
The sky slowly darkened, but Brian didn't move from his spot on the curb outside; Zacky was gone, and there was no point in returning to somewhere that would only remind him of the younger man.

44. Heaven //
Zacky didn't believe in Heaven, but he believed in the familiar feeling of being wrapped up in Brian's arms.

45. Hell //
Brian hated the fact that his and Zacky's relationship was a love-hate one; he loved Zacky so much it hurt, and Zacky hated him so much it tickled -- it was pure Hell.

46. Sun //
Brian loved the way that Zack's face would scrunch up, and his eyes would squint as the sunlight poured through the window, over their naked bodies.

47. Moon //
The pale moonlight bathed Brian's soft features in a blue glow, and Zacky sighed happily -- he loved watching the older man sleep.

48. Waves //
Brian stretched out on the towel, looking down the beach at Zacky, who splashed in the waves childishly, turning once to meet his gaze, and causing Brian's heart to give the smallest of flutters.

49. Hair //
Brian tangled his fingers into Zack's hair, yanking his head up sharply, as he rocked his hips powerfully into the younger man's.

50. Supernova //
Zacky hated when Brian got jealous, the older man would explode like a fucking supernova, doing nothing but worrying the neighbors and reducing Zacky to tears.

There's my alpha set, beta set is next. Maybe you guys could comment?
I was planning on taking a few of these and turning them into actual stories.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-06-05T06:14:00

2006-06-05T10:16:02Z

Title;; Project Mayhem
Pairing;; Multiple (Eventual ~~Jimmy//Matt~~ Matt//Jimmy)
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; Futuristic story about a vampire hunter -- very cliche, but you can give me a chance, right?
Disclaimer;; Finch own the title, everyone else who appears in this fic own themselves.
Dedication;; Trisha cause she told me to keep writing it.

00

Thanks to all the reviewers! I got way more than I'd expected (which was zero, yo). Someone pointed out that in all reality, the book Fight Club owns 'Project Mayhem', but oh well. I like Finch more. =P Anyway, yeah. I know I've said the pairing was Jimmy/Matt, but it's actually gonna be Matt/Jimmy...

Project Mayhem

Chapter 01

Though I was set on ridding the city of the vampiric race, I wasn't just some trigger-happy jack-off who killed every vampire I ran into. I'd learned over the years that some of them could be negotiated with; and most of them were more than willing to tell me anything I needed to hear to spare their lives. I hated sounded cocky and egotistical, but they feared me, and I liked it that way.

The rain had worsened, falling in thick sheets and drenching Johnny and I to the bone as he led me to the purist club which was called the Blood Pit. A cliché name, yeah -- but it did fit. The Blood Pit was located in the basement of an empty warehouse. It'd been locked up about ten years back, and now the only way in was a side door in the alley. It was more of an iron slab set against the brick instead of a door though; there were no knobs or handles.

"You're lucky you're such a good friend of mine." Johnny said after I'd knocked on the door. "I hate these places."

"You're with me." I said shortly, "Be thankful." So maybe it was in my nature to be cocky -- you'd get that way too.

He said nothing because at that moment, we both heard the door being unlocked from the inside. I stepped back as it was pushed towards us, and the burly vampire who'd opened it ran his eyes over me briefly, the recognition evident in his expression.

"I'm not supposed to let you in." he said in a low tone; his hate for me was as clear as the fact that he could definitely use a shave.

I placed my hands on my hips, and raised a brow in thoughtfulness before he sighed. He side-stepped, making room, and I gave Johnny an almost triumphant look before entering the dark corridor which he'd, no doubt, been given the job of watching. It was long, cold, and at the end of it was another door, a swinging and flickering light hung above it, casting shadows on the dank walls.

"You owe me." said the vampire.

I smirked. "We'll see."

I assumed he'd rolled his eyes, and I started down the hall briskly as if I'd been there before. Johnny all but held onto my hand, following so close he kicked at my ankles numerous times. I ignored it and didn't bring it up; I'd grown used to his childish ways -- I guess I'd act like that too if I'd been a punching bag to so many. There weren't many half-breeds; most were killed for 'fun' because they were considered a disgrace. It was enough to make a person sick.

As we reached the door, I raked my fingers through my sopping hair, ignoring the drops of water that fell from the dark locks to my coat, from my coat to the floor. Johnny'd pulled off his hood, and I noticed he looked different; his skin looked gaunt and stretched, bags under his eyes. Again, I didn't bring it up.

"So you know what she looks like?" I asked, reaching for the door knob.

"Yeah." he answered, "I've talked to her before."

I nodded, pulling open the thick door. Heavy, but muffled music hit our ears, and I went first, starting to descend the staircase that had greeted us. The stairs were pretty much invisible in the immense darkness, but thankfully there were railings on either side of us. Johnny lightly shut the door behind us, and I heard him say something under his breath, probably directed at me, but I pretended not to notice -- it was easier that way.

After a while -- the stairs seemed to go on forever -- we reached yet another door. The music had grown louder, and I could hear the buzz of a lot of people talking; hello Blood Pit.

"Stick close." I said, though I knew he needn't be told twice.

I pushed open the door to be met with a brightly lit room -- kind of contradicting considering they were creatures of the night. My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult was playing, and there were many people on the dancefloor -- not dancing. It was a touch fest: guy on girl, girl on girl, guy on guy, girl on girl on guy. Shit you saw at most nightclubs. I sweeped my gaze around, making the amusement clear on my face.

"God, I hate the way they look at me when I'm with you." Johnny grumbled as we slipped through people, all of whom threw sneers in my direction.

I shrugged, not really knowing what to say, and I flashed a mocking grin at a girl who'd made a snide remark. She quickly averted her gaze, though -- at least they knew I was serious.

"Where is she?" I asked, glancing towards the bar; there were at least four girls working.

Johnny paused, before gesturing to the one farthest away from us.

"All the way on the end." he said, "Blondie."

I nodded and we moved towards the bar slowly, him still kicking at my ankles and mirroring the glares we received, as I ignored them. As we reached the girl he'd claimed was Valary, she threw a short glance at us, pretty features hardening as she recognized me -- sometimes I wondered if they had posters of me or something: "Warning: This Man's a Hunter."

"I'm not supposed to talk to you." she said softly, tearing her gaze from mine to finish wiping the counter where something had spilled.

"I don't really care." I said, getting comfortable in a stool. "You're technically not supposed to kill people either, but you do it anyway."

Her eyes flashed, but she said nothing. I watched her as she finished cleaning up, catching Johnny out of the corner of my eye as he sat down next to me. After a moment, she looked up at me again.

"What do you want" she asked quietly, wearily.

"Matt." I said. "Sanders, Shadows -- whatever the fuck he's going by now."

She snorted, "You won't find him."

"Well of course not," I said, "Nobody will tell me where he is."

She seemed to pretend I wasn't there for a short while. Then she lounged across the bar, bringing herself close to me so that our conversation would be kept somewhat private.

"Why should I tell you where he is?" she asked.

I searched her eyes with mine. "If you do, you will never see me again." I said. "I promise."

She averted her gaze, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought. Then she looked at me again. "Seems kind of dodgy." she said.

"I can guarantee you, I'll never even return to the Blood Pit." I said.

Her gaze moved over me slowly as though that would help her see if I was lying or not. "You won't tell him it was me who told you." she said, "Will you?"

I grinned; these things were so open it was disgusting. They'd betray one another in a second if it meant saving themselves.

"Of course not." I said.

She threw a short glance around, and her tone lowered even more. "Well you obviously know he's running blood shops; that's why you're looking for him, right?" she asked, and I nodded lazily. "His last one was located above the liquor store on Baxter; another one of you found it and trashed the place."

I ignored the emphasis she'd put on 'you', I talked to them like that, it was only fair for me to let them. I nodded shortly, letting her know I was following her.

"He's now running his 'business' out of a friend's basement." She continued. "Fulton Street; his friend owns a small jewelry store and agreed to give him the basement because he only used it for storage."

"What's the jewelry store called?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "But if I did, I would tell you."

She wasn't all that bad; if I was straight I probably would've tried something -- it wasn't like I'd never had sex with a vampire before. Sometimes when Brian just wasn't doing it for me, and Johnny wasn't around, I'd coax one of them to come to a hotel with me, just like getting one to talk; I'd promise they'd never see me again. You could've called it rape, but I didn't care. They were monsters; they deserved no less.

"How do you know all this?" I asked her, amused.

She gave a small shrug. "Matt and I used to be a thing up until recently." she answered, "He used to tell me everything." She threw a short look at Johnny, features hardening again when her gaze met mine. "Now if you'll excuse me."

She turned and slipped away. I gave a sigh, and stood up, Johnny following suit. Without saying anything, we both started back the way we came. I think he might have even grabbed my hand at one point as we had to push our way through a small group of guys who were both drunk and stoned -- just cause they were vampires didn't mean they didn't appreciate what humans had such a bad habit of.

We reached the dark stairs again, and when I shut the door behind us and we started up, I heard Johnny let out a great sigh. I started up the stairs first, apologizing under my breath as I accidentally brushed against him.

"So are we going?" he asked.

I made a face; what did it look like we were doing? "Going where?" I asked.

"Fulton Street, you idiot." Johnny clarified, and I grinned; I might've taken offense if I hadn't been acting like one.

"No," I answered, "I don't quite feel like it tonight."

I could tell he'd rolled his eyes; I knew him that well that even when I didn't see him I knew when he was doing it.

"It's too early to turn in for the night," he said with a whine. "What do you feel like doing?"

"Ow, Jim -- doorknob!"

Keeping my rough grip on his waist, I yanked him away from the door. We were in a cheap, hotel room that had a stale smell about it -- a change of scenery; I'd had sex at my place too many times. I pushed him up against the wall next to the door, the bed was just too far away, and I caught his lips with mine.

I ground my hips forward into his; despite me having already been satisfied by Brian's sweet ass; sex with Johnny was too nice to pass up. He sucked lightly on my tongue as my fingers worked on the fly of his jeans. I ripped the zipper down quickly, the button already popped because of my hastiness in the hallway.

He broke the kiss, a harsh breath escaping his mouth as he pushed his hips out away from the wall enough for me to slide down his pants. I moved my mouth to the base of his throat where I sucked at his pale skin hungrily. He pushed my coat off, and more panting breaths left his lips.

I placed my forearms against the wall on either side of his shoulders, biting at his neck sharply as I rolled my hips against his again. There was barely any space between our bodies, and I could already feel sweat starting to slide down the back of my neck. That was the problem with hotel rooms, they were so small and stuffy.

He undid my pants, and one of his hands slid beneath the denim. I let out a short noise against his skin as his fingers closed around my erection. He trailed his lips along my jaw bone as I rolled my hips forward again, into his slowly moving hand. I groaned again, and his teeth closed around my earlobe -- I ignored the sharpness of his fangs. They weren't like a normal vampire's; they were smaller, but it was in his genes -- his mother was a vampire, his father a human. Not that he needed to drink blood or anything, just had the teeth.

I quickly reached down with one hand grabbing the wrist that was sticking out of my pants, and I pulled his hand away, stepping back only slightly to turn him around to face the wall. This was one of those moments where the both of us wanted nothing more than the pleasure we strove for -- it wouldn't last long, we wouldn't savor anything.

He pushed his hips out towards me, and I quickly shoved his pants down enough to bare his ass. Then I pulled out my cock and wasted no time in spitting into my hand. I quickly covered my dick in my saliva, giving a few pants as my hand moved over my cock, glazing it in spit.

As I grabbed his hips, he placed his palms against the wall, keeping his head down in patience as I quickly lined myself up. As the head of my cock pressed teasingly against his hole, I leaned forward and kissed at the back of his neck, sucking the skin lightly. I thrust quickly into him, and he took a sharp breath, trying to move his hips instinctively away from me, as my dick slid slowly into him.

I grunted slightly after I'd gotten my cock completely into his ass, and he winced as I started to pull out. Normal procedures, but within minutes he'd be panting my name like a little bitch. I thrust into him a second time, keeping my movements slow and agonizing. As I pulled out again, I reached up with one hand, grabbing his chin, and I turned his face to the side, leaning forward and giving his jaw a wet kiss. It was pure animal magnetism that made me like Johnny; not to mention he had the tightest ass I'd ever had.

I buried my dick slowly into him again, and he let out a short noise, hips moving back towards mine -- I'd barely brushed his prostate, and I grinned. I taunted him so much. I bit his cheek, starting to pull out again, but instead of reclaiming my cock, when I'd pulled halfway out, I thrust sharply into him again, this time angling my dick in the right way.

He groaned, hips spasming as my cock pushed against that special gland of his that caused his body to shudder involuntarily. I grinned almost triumphantly, dropping my head to nip at his neck affectionately. I may have used him as a sex toy most of the time, but I cared about him -- I'd do anything for Johnny, and he knew that; that was probably why he stayed with me.

I quickened my pace after this, rocking my hips into his, and driving my cock as deeply as it would go each time, if not deeper. Small noises had begun to leave his throat, almost whimpers as his spot was sharply prodded with my cock, and I groaned myself, reaching up and snaking my fingers into his hair, tightening my grip just enough to get him to gasp out my name. I loved that sound; didn't matter who was making it.

I normally didn't care how my partner got off during sex, if they wanted to touch themselves, they could touch themselves; I usually only pretended to care about myself. But Johnny was different -- maybe it was the fact that I felt bad for him. Or maybe it was just the school boy crush I secretly had on him. Whatever it was, it compelled me to slide an arm around his lower abdomen, and I wrapped my fingers around his dick.

He whimpered again as I quickly started pumping him, and he was soon thrusting forward into my hand, while also trying to push his ass back to meet my hips. I groaned against the back of his neck, already feeling my orgasm building. You'd think with the amount of sex I had, I'd have been able to go on for hours. Not the case; but Johnny didn't seem to mind, as it seemed like his only problem was not being able to get enough air into his lungs.

A guttural noise rose from the back of his throat though, the kind of noise I loved to hear escape a man's throat; it meant he was on the edge. No sooner than he'd let out this warning, he gave a jerky motion of his waist, and he came, unloading whatever he had in him onto my hand.

His ass clenched with his climax, and I groaned loudly as it tightened around my dick. I let go of his now limp dick, and grabbed his hip with it, holding him steady, as it looked like he was ready to faint. Then I quickly finished thrusting into his ass as it tightened and untightened, pulling at the skin of my cock. I groaned again, feeling a sudden wave of pleasure course through my nerves, and my back stiffened.

I gave a final thrust into him, a powerful thrust that forced him against the wall, and I said his name as I started cumming. He tried to catch his breath as I spilled myself into him, and as I finished riding out my orgasm, I quickly pulled my dick from him. We dressed in silence, and he turned to me when we'd finished. I gave a sigh, raising my eyebrow at him, and he smirked before nearing the bed.

I wanted to stop him, tell him he could stay at my place, but even I didn't feel like going back to my place. I followed him to the bed, and waited for him to climb into it and get comfortable; then I climbed over top of him, laying down next to him.

He mumbled something incoherently, and I returned it; I didn't even know what I said, but it didn't matter; he understood. He put an arm over me, and I closed my eyes, feeling like I hadn't slept in ages. Before I knew it, I started to doze off -- I'd just have to go to Fulton street the next day.

I hope you like how cocky I made Jimmy -- I know I do.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-06-04T22:27:00

2006-06-05T02:27:13Z

Title;; That's The Way I Like It
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Jimmy // Johnny
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; The boys are back from tour; they both need showers.
Disclaimer;; This could happen, you never know.
Dedication;; a7x_murderscene cause she's my Terror Twin and she asked for some sex in water. Yay us.

Inspired by this picture (don't mind me; I looked like crap that day).

That's The Way I Like It

"I'm so glad we're home."

Jimmy agreed with the shorter man as they entered the apartment. He loved being a part of Avenged, but sometimes the touring just got so overwhelming. They both instinctively went to their bedroom to drop off the bags they carried with them. The taller man let out a deep sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off his shoes.

"I'm so tired." he said to his boyfriend.

Johnny nodded quickly, agreeing, and he pulled off his tee shirt. "I need a shower." he said.

"Not before me." Jimmy said with a raised eyebrow.

"I said it first, bitch." Johnny said, tossing his shirt at the taller man.

Jimmy let out a short noise, ripping the shirt from his head where it landed, and throwing it to the floor as he stood up.

"I'm bigger than you." he said.

"So what?" Johnny asked, putting his arms out at his sides in one of those: 'I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass-into-next-week' looks.

Jimmy grinned, steely eyes traveling over the younger man's bare torso. "You think you have a chance?" he asked.

Johnny opened his mouth to speak, but then he paused. "Not really," he said. "But we can take a shower together then? That'll settle everything."

Jimmy smirked again, leaning down and bringing his mouth within an inch of the other man's. His warm breath on Johnny's face caused the younger man to lean up almost expectantly. "I'd like that." he said in a low tone, but then he straightened. "But only if you shave." He reached up and lightly slapped a hand to his boyfriend's face, before walking away.

Johnny gave a strangled noise as Jimmy left the room, and he quickly followed.

"Shave?" he echoed, "Why do I need to shave?" he asked.

Jimmy turned to him, skeptical look with a raised brow again. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?" he asked.

Johnny gave a shrug. "It can't be that bad." he said.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, and walked into the bathroom, flipping the light switch. Johnny followed again, almost like a dog, and he glanced at his reflection. It wasn't like he had a full-on beard or anything; it was just a shadow.

"Come on Jim," he said as the older man pulled off his own shirt, dropping it into the corner. "It's not that bad...at all."

Jimmy started on his belt, glancing up and giving a shake of his head to get his hair out of his eyes. "Sorry if I don't want to feel like I'm kissing a pack of razors." he said.

Johnny snorted. "Razors." he repeated. "Whatever."

Jimmy shrugged, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. He kicked them to the corner, and turned to the bathtub, not caring that he was now stark naked and his boyfriend stood, pouting behind him.

"Jimmy." Johnny said with a whine. "I just want to take a shower."

The taller man turned to the bassist, who stuck his bottom lip out even further. Then he shrugged. "No shave, no shower -- with me at least."

He turned on the water, and Johnny watched as he adjusted it to just the right temperature, before climbing in. Jimmy grinned sweetly at him, grabbing the shower curtain.

"I don't feel like shaving." Johnny said pathetically.

Jimmy let out a mock-disappointed noise in the back of his throat, and pulled the shower curtain shut. Johnny gave a short growl of annoyance, turning back to the mirror. He made a face, and turned on the faucet, snatching a razor from the cup on the sink. He ran it under the cool water a few times, before quickly lifting it and sweeping it over his jaw. Stupid shadow.

The razor pulled at his skin, and he felt it tear his flesh from him not using any shaving cream, but he ignored it -- he really needed that shower. One side of his face was finished, and he quickly moved onto the other, leaning forward to get a better look at himself in the mirror. In no time, he'd finished -- a haphazard job, but he'd finished, no doubt.

He turned off the faucet, and dropped the razor into the sink, before quickly starting on his pants. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, but he finally managed to get them undone, and he kicked out of the dirty, wrinkled jeans. He quickly grabbed a hold of the shower curtain, pulling it back just slightly, and slid into the pouring, steamy water. Jimmy was massaging some shampoo into his hair, he laughed.

"Yeah, I hope the fact that my face is bleeding makes you happy, you prick." Johnny said angrily with a nod.

"Aw, I'm sorry." Jimmy said, "Now move outta my way so I can get this shit out of my hair."

Johnny obliged, pushing himself against the wall so Jimmy could step under the spray. He watched his boyfriend quickly rinse the shampoo out, and no sooner than it was gone, the smaller man reached up, grabbing the sides of the drummer's face, and standing on tip-toe to kiss him.

Jimmy's skinny arms slid around the younger man's waist, pulling Johnny's smaller body against his chest, and he grinned into the kiss. The smaller man's lips parted almost immediately, and Jimmy slipped his tongue in without hesitation. Johnny tangled his fingers into Jimmy's wet locks, and he pulled slightly, getting the older man to chuckle slightly.

"Mm," the older man said, breaking the kiss, and looking down at the younger man as he ran his hand over the now smooth cheek of his bandmate. "That's the way I like it; no fuckin' pine needles growing out of your face."

"Fuck you." Johnny said.

Jimmy grinned again, leaning down and roughly pressing his lips against the younger man's. He pushed the smaller man against the wet tile wall, placing his hands on Johnny's hips. He rolled his hips forward, and their bare erections rubbed together. Johnny let out a short noise, reaching down and wrapping his pudgy fingers around Jimmy's large cock. The older man bit almost hungrily at Johnny's bottom lip, and he pushed his hips forward as Johnny's hand moved slowly over his dick.

A small noise left Jimmy's mouth, and Johnny grinned at him, before reclaiming his hand. Before Jimmy could protest though, the younger man turned around to face the wall. Jimmy grinned to himself, leaning forward, and nipping lightly at the back of Johnny's neck. He reached over to the shower rack and grabbed the small bottle of their Axe body wash that they had. He wasted no time in opening the bottle and squeezing a small amount of the strongly scented soap into his hand.

As he quickly lathered up his cock, he bit roughly at Johnny's damp shoulder blades. As he finished coating his cock, he grabbed the younger man's hip bones, pulling the bassist's ass out towards him. He lined himself up hastily, before thrusting forward without a second thought.

Johnny winced, moving his hips forward slightly, but Jimmy pretended not to notice, starting to pull out. His second thrust was deeper, and he groaned at the tightness of his boyfriend. He was so glad Johnny had decided to shave. Johnny whimpered -- it was as if Jimmy's knew exactly where his prostate was. The older man brushed against it, before pulling out again, movements aided by not only the body wash, but the water that still rained over them, sliding down their bodies.

Johnny placed his palms against the wall, resting his cheek on the cool tile as Jimmy thrust into him again, once more rubbing lightly against his sweet spot. He groaned loudly, voice echoing off the walls. Jimmy moaned as well, grip tightening on Johnny's waist.

He thrust harshly into the younger man, his rough movement pushing Johnny against the wall, and he gave a grunt, pulling out once more. He quickened his pace, thrusting deeply again, their skin making a slapping sound as it collided with the next thrust. Johnny gasped out his boyfriend's name, throwing his head back.

Jimmy leaned forward, pressing his lips to Johnny's cleanly shaven cheek. He grinned against his boyfriend's face, before biting at the soft skin, and once more, thrusting violently into the smaller man. Johnny gave a short, animalistic whimper, getting pushed against the wall again; the pain of Jimmy's thick cock sliding into him harshly was masked by the massive amount of pleasure that surged through his body at the feeling of his boyfriend's dick against his prostate.

He reached one of his hands down to envelop his own cock in one of his hands. He gave a few pants, and started tugging quickly at his dick, moaning as his prostate was jabbed roughly again. Jimmy groaned, giving a short spasm of his hips, and he buried his cock inside of the younger man once more.

Johnny moaned once more, hand swiftly sliding along his cock, and he applied slight pressure, making a fist that he was soon thrusting into. He bit his lip, stopping a strangled noise from escaping him as Jimmy thrust into his spot yet again. These assaults on the younger boy's prostate was too much for his body to handle, and his back arched, and head fell back to rest on Jimmy's shoulder. His orgasm was uncoiling in his gut and causing his stomach muscles to burn.

After a moment, he gave a primal, throaty noise, bucking his hips forward into his moving hand, and he came with a groan of his boyfriend's name. Jimmy was almost relieved that the bassist had cum first, and he steadied his thrusts slightly, pushing his hips forward in a quick pace, his dick sliding harshly into Johnny's ass.

The younger boy's muscles clenched as Johnny rode out his orgasm, rolling his hips forward into his hand as he emptied himself of his juices. Jimmy groaned at the sudden tightness, and he jerked his hips forward, groaning in the back of his throat. His body stiffened, and his climax racked his body, causing him to cum powerfully into his boyfriend.

Jimmy cursed as Johnny's still clenching body milked every last drop the older man had in him, and he let out an exhausted sigh, resting his forehead against the back of Johnny's head -- which rested against the shower wall again.

"I love you." the taller man said.

"When I don't have facial hair." Johnny added.

Jimmy snorted a small laugh, running his hands up the younger man's sides. "Nahh, I love you all the time," he said. "It's just a perk when you don't have face hair."

I don't really like this.
But I needed to post something to get over my writer's block.
Comments would make me feel better about having a visit from my little red friend. =]
Oh and obviously -- that pic's not mine, I do not take credit for it.
And don't mind typos, it's really late.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-06-01T20:48:00

2006-06-02T00:50:08Z

Title;; Project Mayhem
Pairing;; Multiple (Eventual Jimmy//Matt)
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; Futuristic story about a vampire hunter -- very cliche, but you can give me a chance, right?
Disclaimer;; Finch own the title, everyone else who appears in this fic own themselves.
Dedication;; Trisha cause she told me to keep writing it.

Project Mayhem

Chapter 00

This city is filthy.

It rains every night; fat drops that shatter on the pavement like glass tears -- cleansing, but not cleaning this polluted earth. And the city remained filthy -- disgusting. The sins weren't simply washed away as everyone hoped, the crime would never evaporate as they liked to believe it did. You couldn't just start each day on a clean slate, as if you hadn't seen the small group of them pulling a young girl into an alley way the night before.

Some stains couldn't be washed away.

That's where I came in, so to speak. Modern day comic book hero -- I'm hired to do what rain cannot; bring down the bad guys -- clean the city.

I'm like the city's own personal vampire exterminator.

I was both praised and criticized for the way I worked, sometimes bringing down five to six vampires a night, and sometimes getting none. People claimed that the way in which I worked was unnatural -- some people believed that I was a vampire myself. Conspiracy freaks believed I was a government android built to rid the city.

But nope, I was just Jimmy Isaac Sullivan, single white male, trying to make a living, trying to keep more than the bread on my table. I was trying to get the parasites out of my city, trying to give myself a name...

"Ugh, Jimmy."

His breathing was harsh, and he said my name in a pant. I grunted in response, my slender fingers tightening on his shapely waist. He hadn't said two words to me since I'd entered the basement, why start now?

Brian was a nerdy little thing, with wavy dark hair and a pair of the thickest glasses I'd ever seen. But he had a great body, which was the only thing I could come up with that drew me to him. I visited him at least once every week because not only would we relieve each other's sexual tensions, but he was my weapons expert; the one who helped me with completing my job to the fullest extent.

But this would happen every time I visited him. I'd knock on the door, he'd open it, and our lips would meet hungrily, before I'd bend him over his cluttered desk, and our only form of communication would be raspy breaths and primal groans. We normally didn't speak until afterwards, when the air escaped our lungs in regulated patterns.

He groaned loudly, back arching slightly as I buried my cock deeply into his ass once more, rubbing powerfully against his prostate. One of his hands was already closed around his own dick, and his motions were swift. I moved one of my hands down, squeezing one of his ass cheeks firmly, my hand leaving a red mark on the pale skin.

I gave a shake of my head, getting a sweaty lock of dark hair out of my eyes. As I thrust violently into him again, my back stiffened as a wave of pleasure rode through my body, expanding from my abdomen -- my orgasm was building. I moaned in the back of my throat, throwing my hips forward. A short noise left his lips, and his body jerked. I angled my next thrust perfectly, and the head of my dick all but stabbed his spot. He groaned again, and his muscles clenched around me as he came. I gripped his ass tightly again, dropping my head back as my climax rode through my body.

I too came, spilling myself inside of him, and I let out another throaty noise. When I'd completely emptied myself into him, I quickly pulled out, replacing my cock into my tight black pants. I took deep breaths as I buttoned and zipped my jeans, then I dropped into the swivel chair in front of his desk where he spent most of his time.

Brian straightened, pulling his loose-fitting jeans up over his ass, turning to face me. His cheeks were rosy and eyes still darkened and clouded with lust. He sat on the desk, not meeting my eye, and he combed his fingers through his hair, which had matted against his forehead and neck.

"Got anything new for me?" I asked, stretching my long arms above my head lazily, bending my elbows to grab the back of the chair.

He sat down on the desk with a sigh. "Not tonight." he said. "Still working on bullets for the .50-caliber."

I nodded, and looked down at the tight black shirt I wore; it was more of a tank top that was way too small for me; it showed off a great deal of my stomach. I sort of modeled my outfit after Ashe in The Crow: City of Angels. Even had a leather trench coat to complete the look; it was draped over Brian's chair.

"I need to be getting out of here soon." I said.

He smirked, pulling those large glasses off to wipe them on the bottom of his tee shirt. I watched as though it was something so interesting I couldn't tear my gaze away.

"Ever think of wearing contacts?" I asked.

"Ever think of wearing clothes that fit?" he countered.

I rolled my eyes, standing up. He slid from the desk, and I found myself smirking at the way I towered over him. I pulled my coat from the back of the chair, and slung it over my shoulder -- it was much to hot in his apartment to put it on yet.

"When do you think the rounds will be finished?" I asked.

"Two days, three max." he answered.

"I'll come by Friday, then." I said as we neared the front door -- it was Wednesday.

He nodded, and I pulled open the door. I threw him a raised eyebrow before stepping out into the dimly lit hall. He lived in one of the cheapest apartment complexes ever, but it worked for him because most of his money was spent on his computer equipment; or the "lab" he worked at developing my weaponry.

I sauntered down the hall, subconsciously counting the floorboards that creaked as I neared the stairs. As I briskly descended, I pulled my coat on, shoving my hands into the pockets.

"Look who it is."

I glanced up to see a familiar hooded figure leaning against the wall near the door. His plain black hoodie was tight over his boyish frame, and a cigarette poked out from his pink lips, despite the fact that you probably weren't supposed to smoke in the foyer of the complex -- but who would stop him anyway.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" I asked, slipping past him and pulling open the heavy door.

"Looking for you, what the fuck do you think?" he asked, following as I stepped outside.

It was raining -- what a surprise. Johnny threw a look of detest at the sky as started down the sidewalk. He was a half-vampire, stuck with the irrational fear of crosses, and the pain of sunlight; but not granted the privilege of immortality. I'd saved him from a gang of purists who were trying to kill him -- for no reason, just the sport. We'd been 'friends' ever since; he gave me the information I needed for reeling in the pure breeds.

"Get anything new on that one guy?" he asked, trotting to keep up with my long strides.

"Nothing." I said. "He's like a fucking gypsy, never stays in one place too long."

Johnny grinned at me, "I learned something about one of his friends." he said. "I know where you can find her; and if you find her; you can get her to tell you where he is."

"Who is she?" I asked, throwing a glance at him.

"Valary DiBenedetto." he answered, "She works at one of them purist, underground clubs -- the ones that run all day."

I sighed. "You know where this club is?" I asked.

"Of course; you know I always get as many facts as I can." he said.

I nodded. "Then let's go."

Boring, but my writer's block is overtaking me, sadly.
Reviews mean more of the story.
I can guarantee it'll definitely get better.

Summer Stars [The End]

2006-05-30T20:32:47Z

Title;; Summer Stars
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Matt // Original Male Character
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; [AU]. Matt Sanders is having a very uneventful summer, but he meets someone who can change that.
Disclaimer;; As many times as Matt has written me about making this possible, I still don't own him.
Dedication;; This is for my Life Partner, a7x_murderscene cause we both love OMC fics. And I love her, duh. We rock this joint.

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Kay, so I love you reviewers pretty much, and I really apologizing for bringing you all down with the way I'm wrapping this fic up. Despite it being an obviously unhappy ending, I hope you still enjoy it. Don't cry too much, or I'll feel really bad. I didn't know you guys could get so attached. (And yeah, I sped up the process, no questions please).

Summer Stars

Chapter 11

Kieran's T cells dropped within three days, though the doctors said that as long as they kept him in treatment, there was a chance they could keep him healthy. When Kieran had developed AIDS, everyone pretended that he was fine -- didn't acknowledge his illness. They treated him like a child.

"I'm dying, Matt."

It was silent in the hospital room as Matt sat beside the bed in a small chair.

"You're just sick." the older man said after a long pause.

Kieran closed his eyes, giving a deep sigh. "No, Matt." he said slowly. "Why can't you just understand?"

"Maybe I don't want to." Matt asked, anger unintentionally rising. "What if I don't want to believe it?"

"You have to." Kieran said. "It's not like the chicken pox; it won't go away."

"There's a chance --"

Kieran snorted, interrupting him, and the two fell silent. Matt felt bad for raising his voice, he'd been in a bad mood from a conversation he'd heard between Kieran's mom and one of the doctors. Throughout the treatment, they'd been giving Kieran's family false hope that they could take him home; Kieran would've had to have an I.V. pole with him. But now the doctors were saying his condition wasn't stable enough for him to leave.

"You probably wish you'd never met me." Kieran said randomly.

Matt sighed; he'd never sighed so much in his life. He reached up and covered his face with his hands, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. "No." he said softly. "I just wish I'd met you sooner."

Kieran looked down at his lap. "I'm sorry."

He'd been apologizing nonstop; and every time he did Matt would tell him it was unnecessary.

"I know." the older man said after a pause. "I need no apology."

Kieran nodded, biting at his lip. An awkward silence fell over them, and the younger man suddenly moved, sliding over in the bed.

"Lay with me." he said; it was an innocent plea.

Without hesitation, Matt got up and climbed over the guardrail, settling uncomfortably next to Kieran, and sliding one of his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders.

"AIDS doesn't kill, you know?" the older man said, "It just lowers your immune system...or something."

Kieran smirked. "I know." he said. "But that doesn't mean I'm safe."

"It doesn't mean you're dying."

Another silence, and Kieran gave a dry laugh. "Will we ever stop our petty arguments?" he asked.

Matt grinned; something he had almost forgotten how to do. "Probably not, Robin." he said.

Kieran lightly nudged him in the ribs with one of his elbows. "I'm Batman, remember?"

Matt gave an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, just this once." he said.

He shifted on the small mattress, not wanting to lay the wrong way and end up hurting Kieran. The poor kid was starting to look more like Skeletor than before, his skin was paler, he was skinnier. He was frail and sickly, it was unnatural.

"Sing to me?"

The request was so quiet that Matt almost didn't hear it. "Sing?" he asked. "Sing what?"

"Anything." Kieran answered turning his head to look at his boyfriend. "I just love your voice."

Matt vaguely remember when he'd been singing Elvis in the shower -- it'd been the only time he sang around Kieran.

"Is Elvis fine?" he asked.

"Fuckin' Barney would be fine." Kieran said, grinning. It looked like such a struggle, and Matt tried to ignore the tightness in his heart.

He returned the grin (though it was hard), and nodded, glancing at the door as he tried to pick the right song. Kieran looked away again, leaning against the larger man, and after a moment, the only song that popped into Matt's head was one that his mother used to play all the time -- she'd claimed it was her and his father's song.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you.."

It was the wrong song to sing on the account of the sudden tightness of Matt's throat, but he'd never heard more perfect lyrics to describe his feelings for the younger man. Kieran's fingers linked with his weakly, and he ignored the tears threatening to fall, continuing with the song.

"Shall I stay -- would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?"

The ringing silence after each verse seemed to last an eternity before Matt could get in enough air to go on. He was feeling the urge to start sobbing hysterically because it was finally hitting him that he was losing the one person in the world who meant the most to him. But he held it in for Kieran; he didn't want to let go in front of him.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes -- some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you..."

~x~

((Days Later))

"He's developed pneumonia; and he refuses to take any medicine for it."

Matt sighed, trying to keep a tight grip on the phone. He didn't want to drop it and end up breaking the only line he had for Kieran's health.

"Why?" he asked shortly.

"I don't know." the doctor answered, "But it is the patient's choice --" there was a pause. "-- I don't want to sound like I'm giving you a time restriction, but I don't know how much longer he can last if he isn't on medication."

Matt nodded, running his fingers through his hair. "Thank you doctor." he said.

He hung up and quickly pulled his car keys from his pocket. Kieran's mom and Alan had taken Gage out -- they had two sons to take care of, so Matt quickly scribbled a note and left it on the dining room table, starting for the door.

Kieran was in a different room, one with a respirator, though he wasn't hooked up to it; apparently he'd refused to be put on the breathing machine too. As Matt entered the room breathlessly, the younger man glanced at him.

There were shadows under his eyes, the emerald orbs that had seemed to have lost every ounce of light in them. He attempted to smile, and Matt wanted to cry again. He pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and sat down, quickly grabbing one of Kieran's cold hands in his .

"Why won't you take the medicine?"

The younger man took a deep breath, grimacing at the wave of pain that rode his body. Matt'd learned about pneumonia in school; the infection created a fluid that blocked the alveoli -- the air sacs that helped oxygen pass through the lungs.

"It's nasty." his boyfriend answered slowly.

Matt felt himself snort, and he looked away, tears coming to his eyes. "Kier, this medicine is good for you." he said. "That's why they're trying to give it to you."

"I don't want to be attached to no fuckin' machine..." Kieran trailed off, taking a deep breath again. "And the medicine only makes the pain worse."

"It's supposed to help." Matt said softly.

"It does...for a short while..." A soft sigh, if Kieran hadn't blinked Matt might've thought that that sigh was the last breath of life the kid had. "But it's dragging out my sickness...not taking it away..."

Matt sighed, but didn't respond for a moment or two. "But you're killing yourself." he said finally.

"What else is there for me to do?"

The older man reached up with his other hand, quickly swatting away his tears. He heard the smallest of chuckles, and he glanced up.

"You're always trying to act so tough." the smaller man said, "He-Man."

Matt smirked. "Hulk." he said.

"Robin." Kieran said.

"Just this once."

The two smiled again, despite the fact that it was actually the second time he'd said that. Kieran winced again, another surge of pain.

"I didn't know pneumonia hurt." Matt thought aloud.

"Neither did I." Kieran said with a smirk, "They don't teach you as much as they should...in school."

Matt nodded. "Besides that, how do you feel?" he asked.

"Cold, really tired." Kieran answered, and he raised his gaze to Matt's. "But I'm glad you're here."

Matt smiled, this time ignoring the warm tears that blurred his vision, as he lightly traced the pad of his thumb in small circles over the top of Kieran's hand. The skin felt so dry; Matt still couldn't believe he'd been going through this.

"I love you so much, Kier." he said in one breath, dropping his head and letting his shoulders sag.

There was a raspy, apathetic breath that sent Matt into the shakes. It was the sound Yogi had made before he'd slipped into his wakeless sleep.

"I love you."

Summer Stars

Chapter XX: Epilogue

((Four Years Later))

Matt sighed as he pulled the Camaro to a stop outside the small house, and he gave a sigh, stretching his arms above his head. He glanced at the empty passenger seat where there was a hardback book occupying the leather. It was a plain, boring cover that read:

Endless Summer
Based on a True Story
by: Matt Sanders

He found himself smirk at the small circle in the bottom corner that read, "New York Times Best Seller". He wasn't proud that he'd made it onto the Best Seller list, he was happy to have written something about homosexuals that actually went understood in the world. Everyone always assumed the wrong things about gays, and with his novel; he'd accomplished what'd he'd hoped to -- spreading knowledge.

He started to open his door but stopped when the front door of the house slammed open, and a blonde came storming out, her hair flying behind her. She spun, and yelled something angrily at the door where a moment later, the lanky frame of James Sullivan appeared, bottle in hand as he yelled something back to her.

Matt watched as she stomped to the small silver Neon sitting in front of him, and she flipped Jimmy off before sliding into the driver's seat. Jimmy looked like he was scoffing and he swatted at the air with an expression of 'I don't need you'. Without catching sight of Matt, the other man shut the door again. Matt waited until the Neon was half way down the street before he climbed out of the car.

He briskly made his way up to the door, and knocked slowly when he'd reached it. Moments passed before the door was thrown open again, and Matt smiled at the expression on Jimmy's face -- the taller man had obviously assumed that the blonde girl had returned.

"Matt." he said after a moment.

The larger man waited, but that was all his friend said. "Hey Jim." he said softly.

"What are you doing here?" Jimmy asked.

Matt'd moved to Florida after Kieran'd died -- his father had written him explaining that he'd been in the hospital at the time of Matt's mother's death, and that was why he hadn't been able to make it to the funeral. So Matt had lived with his father for a few years, giving him the time to write his novel.

"Got sick of my dad's wife." he answered. "Wanted to see you."

Jimmy nodded, and he seemed to brighten. "I read your book." he said. "It was amazing." He grinned. "Now you know why I always tried to cheat off of you in English."

The larger man grinned, and nodded subtly. "Thanks." he said.

There was a pause. "Did you really feel about me the way the character felt about his best friend?" he asked.

Matt smirked, putting one of his hands on the doorframe. "Still do." he said.

Jimmy grinned again, and gestured for Matt to enter. "Get your fuckin' bulky ass in here, have a beer with me."

End.

Short ending.
Meant to be that way.
Picture Matt and Jim sorta like...all grown up.
Yeah.
You probably hated this ending, but I liked it.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-29T22:29:00

2006-05-30T02:30:11Z

Title;; Summer Stars
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Matt // Original Male Character
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; [AU]. Matt Sanders is having a very uneventful summer, but he meets someone who can change that.
Disclaimer;; As many times as Matt has written me about making this possible, I still don't own him.
Dedication;; This is for my Life Partner, a7x_murderscene cause we both love OMC fics. And I love her, duh. We rock this joint.

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09

Aw, you guys. You kill me, yo. But yeah, you're all gonna end up hating me by the end of this fic. And yeah; I've already admitted to not knowing much about AIDS/HIV, but just go along with it, even if you see something that isn't realistic, kay? My story. Thanks. And come on, did you honestly think Kieran was that perfect, jees. Sike. =P

Summer Stars

Chapter 10

Matt paced the waiting room -- Kieran's mom sat patiently in one of the hard plastic chairs; though her expression showed anything but patience. Alan had stayed at home to make sure Gage didn't wake up unexpectedly and find the house empty. It'd only been around twenty to thirty minutes, yet Matt felt like he'd been in the stuffy waiting room. He stopped in front of Kieran's mom.

"So does he have AIDS?" he asked.

"Not yet." she said softly, "Not unless his T cells and CD4 cells drop below two hundred."

"What are they at now?" Matt asked.

"I don't know, Matt." she answered shortly.

He quickly apologized, sitting down in the chair beside her. He needed to stop thinking about himself so much. Kieran's mom placed a hand on his knee in a comforting manner.

"Everything will be fine." she said slowly.

Her tone gave away that she didn't believe her own words, but he didn't point that out. Instead, he put one of his hands over top of her, saying nothing. After a moment, he gave a sigh. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach -- this wasn't happening, it couldn't be.

"I have to make a phone call." he said.

She removed her hand quickly, and he stood up again, digging in his pocket for his cell phone as he neared the door. As he finally reached the main, double doors of the hospital, he dialed a number with one hand, pulling out his pack of cigarettes with the other. As he put the phone against his ear, lifting his shoulder to hold it there, he pulled out and lit a cigarette.

"'Lo?" came a groggy voice after a few rings.

"Jimmy?" Matt said unsurely -- he'd once talked to one of Jimmy's boyfriends for at least ten minutes before he realized.

"Matt?"

"I need to talk to you." Matt said, "It's important."

"Okay." Jimmy said slowly. "What's up?"

"No, I need to see you." Matt said.

There was a pause. "Alright -- where"

"The hospital."

"What?" Jimmy asked, sounding fully awake now. "Why?"

"Jim -- just...please." Matt said, "I'll tell you when you get here."

"Alright, alright." Jimmy said quickly. "Give me like two minutes; five max."

Matt nodded, though his friend couldn't see him. "Thanks, Jim."

"Don't mention it."

As Matt was starting on his second cigarette, now sitting on the ground, back to the wall and knees to his chest, Jimmy arrived. He jogged across the parking lot, and as he reached Matt, he crouched next to him .

"What's wrong?" he asked, slightly out of breath.

Matt sighed, exhaling smoke. "Kieran might develop AIDS."

Jimmy's expression was one of shock, and for a moment he didn't say anything. Then he managed, "What?"

"He never told me he was HIV positive." Matt replied.

More shock, then Jimmy looked away, blowing out all his breath heavily. "I'm sorry Matt." he said lightly, dropping to a sitting position next to his friend.

The larger man began bouncing his leg, and he took a long drag of his cigarette.

"Want to know something?" he asked, "I could care less whether or not he gave it to me." He offered the cigarette to Jimmy who shook his head. He quickly snubbed it out on the pavement, and shook his head. "I could give two shits if I get AIDS -- I just want him to be okay. I've lost pretty much everyone I've ever cared for in one summer."

Jimmy paused, looking as though he was searching for the right thing to say.

"I'm not going anywhere." he finally said.

Matt studied his best friend for a moment, giving another sigh of many. "And you don't know how much that means to me."

They re-entered the hospital, and Matt led the way to the waiting room, where Kieran's mom was now talking to a doctor.

"...undergoing treatment right now." the man in white was doing.

Matt took it as a good sign when Kieran's mom gave a short sigh of relief.

"Can we see him?" she asked.

"We as in?" he asked.

"Her and him." Jimmy said, pointing to Matt. "I'm only here for support."

The doctor nodded, glancing around as though he weren't supposed to be doing this. Then he nodded, gesturing for them to follow him, and he started towards a pair of doors. Kieran's mom grabbed Matt's hand, beginning to follow, and Matt turned to Jimmy.

"Thanks." he said.

The taller man nodded. "I'll wait out here."

~x~

Matt entered the small room after Kieran's mom had left; telling him she'd give them a little privacy. Kieran was in the hospital bed, hooked up to God knows what, and he'd definitely seen better days.

He was pale, the bags under his eyes were massive. He looked like he'd been in the hospital for weeks, not under an hour. But he was awake, and that was all that mattered.

When he caught sight of Matt, he looked away, chest moving as he took a deep breath. The older man walked towards the bed slowly, stopping directly beside it, and staring at the thin mattress Kieran lay on.

A ringing silence filled the room, and it seemed to last an eternity before Matt stiffly crossed his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

The younger man bit at his cracked lips, and Matt felt his insides twist when he saw the tears forming in those green eyes.

"I didn't want you to hate me." he said, before completely breaking down into sobs.

Matt gave a sigh, dropping his arms. He would've sat down on the edge of the bed if there hadn't those stupid guardrails in case Kieran rolled out.

"Why would I've hated you?" he asked softly.

Kieran didn't answer for a moment, shoulders shaking as he cried to himself. Matt shifted awkwardly, pained by the sight. Had it been this bad when Kieran saw him cry?

"Whenever Dorian told some guy about his problem, they wouldn't even give him a chance." Kieran said, "Every single guy he told straight off the bat would either nicely tell him they didn't want to be with him, or cause some big fucking scene -- I didn't want you to leave me."

"I wouldn't have left you for that." Matt said shortly.

"Oh really?" Kieran asked, looking up. "You can look me in the eyes and tell me that you wouldn't have freaked out and tried to pretend you never knew me?"

Matt studied him for a moment, then he gave a brief nod. "Yes." he said simply.

Kieran shook his head, reaching up to brush at his eyes. A silence passed between them, and Matt shifted his weight.

"I thought it would go away." Kieran said under his breath and Matt almost hadn't heard him. He gave another sob. "I know it was stupid of me; but I really thought it would. And I wanted to tell you...but I chickened out whenever I got ready to." He covered his face and short, whimper-like noises began to leave him as he weeped some more. "I'm so stupid."

Matt sighed, deciding against hospital rules and climbed over the small rail on the side of the bed, laying down next to Kieran's small frame. He slid one of his arms around the younger man, who turned away from him, still covering his face.

"And I probably passed it to you." came the shaky response, "And I'm so sorry, Matt."

"Kier," Matt said, "I don't even care if you passed it to me." He shrugged. "Besides, it's not like you ever came into me...and I don't like...drink your spit or anything."

Kieran snorted, a strangled laugh leaving him, and Matt felt himself smirk. It was true; there was still a chance that nothing at all was passed between them.

"How can you not care?" Kieran asked.

Matt paused, not answering for a while. He finally gave another shrug. "I don't know." he answered, "I just don't."

The younger man turned to him, and Matt felt his heart break just a little bit. It seemed that Kieran's looks were only getting worse with each passing minute.

"I'm sorry Matt." he said again.

"Do you love me?" the older man asked.

"More than anything." Kieran whispered.

Matt smiled. "That's all I care about." he said. "You're gonna be fine; we'll keep you on this treatment, we'll prevent AIDS, and we'll finally get a place of our own, you hear?"

Kieran nodded, a small smile breaking onto his face as well. Matt pulled him into a tight embrace, but started to climb out of the bed. It was way too small for the both of them, and he was worried about being around all the equipment.

"You really think I'll be fine?" Kieran asked randomly.

Matt nodded. "Don't you?"

There was a soft sigh, and he shrugged. "I don't know." he said, he brushed at his eyes with the back of his hand again. "I don't think so."

"Why not?" Matt asked.

"I just have that feeling." he said. "That I'm done. That it's over...I can't explain it."

"Then don't try." Matt said, "You're fine, your mom said the doctor told her your T cells are still in the four hundred range."

"Two hundred's not the far away from four hundred." Kieran said gravely.

Matt sighed. "Listen to me Kier," he said. "You'll. Be. Fine. I promise."

And yet, as these words escaped his mouth, he knew it was a promise that might be broken.

So you wonder why Matt's forgiven him so easily...
Don't; like I said, my story.
And if this ruins it for you, then sod off and don't read it.
But yeahh, next chapter will be based like, a few weeks after this.
So everyone's prepared for a fast forward.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-29T11:32:00

2006-05-29T15:33:46Z

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-28T18:17:00

2006-05-28T22:20:19Z

Title;; Voodoo
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Jimmy // Johnny
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; I'm not the one who's so far away, when I feel the snakebite enter my veins.
Disclaimer;; Godsmack own the song 'Voodoo'. This isn't real.
Dedication;; a7x_murderscene, she's the only reason I posted this.

The song lyrics don't really fit with the story at all, but I'm in love with the song.

Voodoo

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snakebite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don't remember why I came...

Their tongues mingled, a sensual and teasing dance, and Jimmy finished tying Johnny's wrists to the bed posts. The taller boy straightened after a moment, grinning down at Johnny at the obvious discontentment the younger boy had from the kiss being broken.

"Are you sure your parents won't come down here?" Johnny asked.

Jimmy reached down and combed his fingers through Johnny's hair, tugging lightly as the locks of hair seemed to wrap themselves around his long fingers.

"Just got to make sure I keep you quiet." he said in a low tone. "Besides, they're afraid they'll find dead chickens with severed heads or something."

Johnny returned the grin, and Jimmy let go of him, before walking towards the large desk against the wall. Johnny threw a look around the basement; Jimmy's room. His room had been upstairs next to his sister's but he'd moved, even when his parents asked him not to. They feared him, as any parent feared their 'dark, freaky, Goth' kid -- there must be something wrong with black hair dye, black fingernail polish, black painted walls, black make-up. It was a known fact that Jimmy couldn't remember the last time he'd talked to his parents -- the Sullivans would rather spend money at a laundromat to wash clothes then dare venture into the basement.

The many different candles sitting around offered the only light next to a small lamp on the desk Jimmy now stood at. They were black of course, as were the bed sheets of the queen-sized bed that Johnny lay shirtless and tied up on. He loved Jimmy's room, it was, for lack of a better word, vampiric.

Jimmy returned to Johnny, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, and setting the shoebox he'd brought from his desk on the bedside table. He rummaged through it, giving Johnny a cat-like smirk, before he pulled out a simple knife. It was a small blade, something he'd picked up at one of those expensive shops -- he was still saving up for the sword with a dragon on the hilt.

He maneuvered himself so that he was straddling the younger boy, whose breathing had quickened, his boyish chest rising and falling quickly in excitement, as his light eyes flickered in amusement.

Candles raise my desire
Why I'm so far away
No more meaning in my life
No more reason to stay...

"God what would your parents think?" Johnny asked.

"They'd think I was sacrificing you to the devil." Jimmy answered, ghosting his fingers up the center of Johnny ribcage.

Johnny grinned, and shifted underneath of Jimmy. The older boy's cock had already hardened, and it was doing nothing but stirring Johnny's, making the smaller boy more anxious.

"Don't move so much." Jimmy said, leaning forward.

He placed his left hand on Johnny's chest, pulling the skin around the younger boy's nipple taut. He kept his steely eyes on what he was doing, as his right hand lowered the knife. Johnny's breathing stopped momentarily as he watched, and Jimmy pressed the cool metal against the younger boy's skin. It sank into his flesh, and he dragged it around Johnny's nipple slowly, almost artistically.

As he lifted the blade, Johnny let out his breath, almost hypnotized as blood leaked from the messy circle around his nipple. Jimmy leaned down, pressing his lips to the wound. He flicked his tongue over Johnny's nipple tauntingly, before he followed the circle he'd carved into the younger boy's skin.

Johnny's breathing caught in his throat, and he almost let out a small noise at the feeling of Jimmy's snake-like tongue on his open wound. The older boy lifted his gaze till it met Johnny's, and he grinned, sitting up. He ran his index finger over the wound, collecting blood, and making the younger boy wince and take in a sharp breath.

He moved his hand up to Johnny's face, holding his finger just above the smaller boy's lips. Johnny smirked at him, opening his mouth slowly, and Jimmy slipped his finger past Johnny's lips. Their gazes remained locked as the younger boy almost obediently sucked on Jimmy's finger, ignoring the rusty taste of his own blood.

Jimmy leaned down, pressing his lips to Johnny's chin. He pulled his finger from the smaller boy's mouth, replacing it with his tongue, once more engaging in a passionate and sensual kiss. He bit Johnny's bottom lip sharply, not enough to break the skin, but definitely enough to bruise, and the younger boy let out a small noise.

He grinned and sat up again, sliding slowly down Johnny's body. He dragged the blade across Johnny's skin again, this time pushing it deeper into the younger boy's pale flesh, and this time tracing it around Johnny's belly button. The younger man took in a quick breath again, before looking down at the wound.

"Jim," he said with a laugh. "It's not fuckin' art class."

Jimmy grinned proudly at the heart he'd carved, but he said nothing, lifting the knife to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out, and slid the side of the knife down it. Johnny shifted again, wanting one of his hands free because his throbbing cock was craving attention.

Jimmy laughed, dropping the knife on the bed next to them, and he roughly grabbed Johnny's erection through his jeans, causing the younger boy's hips to jerk slightly.

"You know I'll get there soon enough." he said, before leaning down and pressing his lips to Johnny's again.

He sat up and reached to the shoebox again, sticking his hand inside and pulling out a long, thin plastic package. He tore the corner of it with his teeth quickly, and gave Johnny a raised eyebrow. It was mocking of course; he wasn't really asking if Johnny was sure about this. His friend could've been begging him not to go any farther, and he would've anyway -- though he had promised he'd do nothing below the belt. He felt himself smirk as he pulled the long needle from the package.

Freezing feeling
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again...

He tossed the empty package to the floor, wasting no time in reaching forward and placing his hand firmly on Johnny's chest again, pulling the skin around Johnny's other nipple tight. The younger boy's chest rose and fell quickly, and he had his head turned so he wasn't watching. He had his nose and ears pierced, but that was definitely different -- also taking into consideration that Jimmy had never pierced anything before.

"Relax." the older boy said, amusement clear in his husky tone. "It'll be a good hurt."

He waited till Johnny's body was remotely still, before he leaned forward to see what he was doing -- he needed contacts because he'd lost his glasses, but what Johnny didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He pressed the tip of the needle against the side of the younger boy's nipple, and he glanced up at his friend.

"Hold your breath." he said, not knowing how else to prepare Johnny for it. He had his labaret pierced, but he'd gotten it when he was drunk and passed out; one of his obnoxious friends had been kind enough to surprise him with it.

Johnny obliged, taking a deep breath, and holding it. Jimmy paused, mentally counting to three before he applied pressure, pushing the needle forward. Johnny's body twitched just slightly as he winced, that breath he'd been holding coming out harshly.

Jimmy sat up again, grinning almost triumphantly. Johnny glanced down and felt his stomach turn just slightly at the sight of the needle just sitting there in his nipple. He raised his gaze to Jimmy's, and the older boy was still grinning.

"It's so sexy." Jimmy said, "We'll have to do it again when I actually have some body jewelry for it."

Johnny let out a noise, opening his mouth to exclaim something in slight anger, but Jimmy leaned down and firmly pressed his lips against the younger boy's. It'd only hurt for a split second, and the soreness was minor -- this and the fact that Jimmy was undoing his pants was enough to make the younger boy's anger fade away.

In no time, Jimmy was pulling off Johnny's pants, before starting on his own. As he slid between the smaller boy's legs, lifting Johnny's hips slightly, he reached forward to lightly tap at the needle resting in Johnny's nipple. The younger boy gave a short, throaty noise, breaking the kiss to take in a deep breath. Jimmy grinned again, leaning down to press his lips to Johnny's other nipple again; the bleeding had pretty much stopped, leaving two thin lines of crimson running down one side of Johnny's torso. The heart on the smaller boy's stomach still bled freely.

"Do you have any lube?" Johnny asked, as Jimmy went to spit into his hand.

"Oh come on," the taller boy said, "You know I don't believe in that stuff."

Johnny smirked. "Well use more than last time then." he said.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, and spit into his hand. He didn't check to see if it was more than last time, in fact, he had a sneaking suspicion that it was less. As he quickly coated his pulsing dick in a thin layer of saliva, he lined himself up.

The two fell silent, and Jimmy pushed his hips forward quickly. His cock slid somewhat dryly into the younger boy, causing Johnny to give a short yelp-like noise, and pull his hips away. Jimmy buried his dick completely into Johnny, and waited for nothing, pulling out only to quickly thrust back into the smaller boy.

Johnny winced, moving his hips slightly, trying to make it easier on himself, and give Jimmy better access. The older boy didn't acknowledge this movement, keeping one hand on Johnny's hip to hold him in place, as he continued to thrust sharply into him.

With his other hand, he pressed his thumb into Johnny's belly button, getting another wince from the younger boy as this pressure caused more blood to seep from the lines of the sloppy heart. He grinned at the smaller boy, thrusting into him deeply, and moving his hand from Johnny's belly button.

The head of his cock pressed sharply against Johnny's prostate, and just as this happened, and the younger boy's body arched slightly, Jimmy grabbed the needle harshly, pulling at it slightly. Johnny groaned at the mix of pleasure and pain, breath catching in his throat again, and Jimmy leaned down to kiss him.

Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thoughts fill my ears
Find my shade by the moonlight
Why my thoughts aren't so clear...

The older boy bit at Johnny's lips hungrily, causing them to redden and swell slightly, before he pushed his tongue into Johnny's mouth. He deeply thrust into the smaller boy again, giving his hips a rolling motion, and making sure his cock brushed against Johnny's prostate once more.

The younger boy moaned again, pulling at the ropes that tethered him to the bed. Jimmy grinned against Johnny's mouth, moving his lips to Johnny's throat where he nipped at the soft skin lightly, leaving a trail of hot kisses that led further. Soon, his lips were dancing softly over the smaller boy's chest.

He pressed his tongue to the nipple with the needle, and a mewl left Johnny as his back arched slightly. Jimmy rocked his hips forward again, dick sliding easily into the smaller boy now that Johnny'd started bleeding, and he groaned, kissing that nipple roughly.

Johnny winced; 'sore' couldn't begin to describe the throbbing pain that coursed his nerves; extending from his nipple like a spiderweb. He groaned Jimmy's name, turning his head so he couldn't see the needle anymore. A small amount of blood had trickled out on one of the sides, but that was it -- though he'd thought there'd have been more.

Jimmy cursed as he pushed his cock into the smaller boy again, and as the head of his dick pressed into Johnny's spot, he held himself there, causing Johnny's hips to buck. The older boy reached down and wrapped his fingers around Johnny's neck, tightening his grip as he gently ghosted his lips over the smaller boy's.

Johnny groaned, a small sound that didn't sound like himself as Jimmy's fingers closed around his throat tighter, making it harder for him to breathe. It was nothing new, and his excitement built up quickly.

Jimmy reached down with his other hand, enveloping Johnny's cock in his warm hand, and he started to pump the younger boy's cock quickly, keeping that firm grasp on Johnny's throat. After a second or two, Johnny groaned again, but a small, ragged noise had started leaving him as he suffocated.

Demons dreaming
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again...

Jimmy released the smaller boy's throat, letting out a small noise in the back of his throat, as he bit at Johnny's cheek. He thrust powerfully again, hand still moving swiftly over Johnny's cock, his grip solid and strong, causing Johnny's lower torso to writhe beneath him.

Johnny panted harshly as the incense smelling air filled his lungs, and he groaned as Jimmy's teeth closed around his earlobe, tugging at it gently. His hips jerked off of the mattress as Jimmy hit his prostate again. He was almost there -- and the older boy sensed this, closing his fingers around Johnny's throat again.

Johnny groaned, saying Jimmy's name in a slight purr as his windpipe was blocked a second time. His chest moved up and down harshly, and small noises escaped him as all of the air left his body. Jimmy gave a violent thrust, and the smaller boy winced, but let out a short, strained groan as the older boy brushed against his spot yet again.

Jimmy released Johnny's neck again, running that hand down the smaller boy's body, and he grabbed Johnny's outlined nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it lightly, and Johnny's back arched again as a raspy breath left his body.

The younger boy gave a short whimper as his orgasm built in his stomach, and he moaned Jimmy's name once more, hips rolling upwards slightly. Jimmy closed his fingers around Johnny's cock tighter, applying pressure to the younger boy's dick, and a small, animalistic noise left his throat again as his hips bucked upwards.

As Jimmy's cock jabbed into Johnny's prostate again, it was enough to bring the younger boy over the edge. Johnny's hips jerked up again, and he started to cum, a deep throaty noise leaving him.

Jimmy reached up with his free hand, lightly grabbing a hold of the needle, and as Johnny groaned, the older boy pulled the thin needle from Johnny's nipple.

Johnny cursed, spasming slightly as his seed spilled onto his lower stomach, and the needle came out scratchily, catching on the skin. Jimmy groaned at the way Johnny let out a small, pain-filled noise, and he leaned down and caught the younger boy's lips in a passionate kiss.

As the needle was pulled roughly from Johnny's nipple, Jimmy sat up. The younger boy panted deeply, trying to gather a normal breathing pattern, and Jimmy continued thrusting into him. He raised the needle, slightly covered in blood, and he threw a grin at Johnny, as he placed his other hand on his own chest, pulling the skin around his left nipple tight.

"You're fuckin' crazy." Johnny said in a breath, though he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Jimmy smirked, rolling his hips forward as he lowered the needle, lining it up beside his own nipple. "You love it." he said.

Johnny said nothing; no point in denying what was true, and Jimmy pushed the needle forward. He winced slightly, taking in a quick breath, and he groaned as he slid the metal through his skin. When it was sitting there as it had been in Johnny's, he grabbed the younger boy's hips again, steadying his thrusts.

Johnny didn't bring up that people weren't supposed to share needles; they shared everything else; not to mention they'd been blood brothers since they were in elementary school.

Jimmy moaned, back stiffening, and he harshly threw his hips forward, burying his dick deeply into the younger boy once more. He came into the smaller boy, emptying everything he had into him, and he leaned down, biting at Johnny's neck again, bruising the skin that was already covered in love bites; territorial markings.

He pulled his spent cock from the younger boy, and laid down next to him on his back. He let out a deep sigh, and turned his head to glance at Johnny, who followed suit.

"You gonna take that out?" the younger boy asked, nodding to Jimmy's chest.

The older boy looked at his nipple, and shrugged. "I'm kinda liking it." he said. "I think I'll wait."

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Untie me." he said.

Jimmy smirked, eyes moving over Johnny's body quickly. "Don't you want round two?"

I'm not the one who's so far away...

I'm not really liking this.
But I told Trisha I'd post it.
Ah me, I was just going for something different.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-27T10:25:00

2006-05-27T14:26:00Z

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-25T21:21:00

2006-05-26T01:23:51Z

Title;; More Than Useless
Pairing;; Jimohnny, yo
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; "You're always late; you do a half-assed job, you got shitty social skills, and you're the most unprofessional guy I've met."
Disclaimer;; Not in a thousand years, Relient K own the title.
Dedications;; sweet_blood13 on Fandomination requested this.

More Than Useless

((Jimmy's POV))

"Hey pool boy."

I crossed my thin arms over my bare chest as he glanced up at me -- after having just gotten the net from the pool house. He sure as Hell didn't look like a pool boy; short hair that was bleached white (not blond, white), and he had his nose and ears pierced. He wore the tee shirt with the logo of the company he worked for, but then he wore a pair of loose-fitting jeans -- was unprofessional even the word for him? He raised a brow in question and I tried to keep a straight face.

"Make yourself useful and go get me a towel." I said.

"That's not part of my job." he said snottily.

I raised my eyebrows. "Well then what the fuck am I paying you for?" I asked, "Anyone can run a net through some water."

He studied me for a moment, before he threw the net to the ground, and stalked off towards the pool house again.

"Don't get all pissy with me." I called after him. "I'll fire your ass."

A few moments later, he came back with one of the towels, and he tossed it to me. I quickly unfolded it and laid it out on the lawn chair I was standing next to. I sat down, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose and watched as he bent to get the long-handled pool net.

"Pool boy." I said, and I saw his whole body move with the sigh he took, but he looked up at me. "I'm thirsty -- go get me something to drink."

He stared at me angrily for a moment, before dropping the net once more and starting for the sliding glass door of the house.

"And get me a magazine or something." I said to his retreating back.

He paused, but only for a moment before shaking his head and continuing into the house. I gave a sigh and started picking at my nails, and it wasn't too long before he was slamming a can of Diet Coke on the table next to me, and dropping a magazine in my lap. It was a Playgirl, special edition thing, and by the look on his face I knew he'd thought it would annoy me. I shrugged and turned it the right way so I could read it.

"That's alright," I said, "I can still jerk off to this."

He rolled his eyes. "You're disgusting." he said.

I smiled sweetly at him, and he made a face, before going to retrieve the net. He all but ran to the other side of the pool so I wouldn't stop him again, and I sighed once more, opening my soda, and flipping lazily through the magazine.

About a half-hour later, I'd grown bored after having looked at the magazine twice (I didn't actually read the shit). My Coke was getting warm, and I'd gotten horny. I took a deep breath and stretched my arms above my head, grabbing the back of the chair.

"Pool boy," I said -- he'd reached my side of the pool now. "I'm bored."

He turned to me, annoyance evident in his body language. "And how would you like me to fix that?" he asked.

I paused thoughtfully. "Make yourself useful -- get your gay ass over here and suck my dick."

He sighed, those eyes of his rolling again. He mouthed the word 'disgusting' before he turned and started towards the pool house with the net. I stood up, dropping the magazine onto the chair and followed. When I reached the small shack, I leaned against the doorframe -- he was searching around on a shelf against the wall. He turned to me and his arms fell to his sides.

"You know, I pay you way more than you deserve." I said, crossing my arms again. "You're always late; you do a half-assed job, you got shitty social skills, and you're the most unprofessional guy I've met."

He put his hands on his hips, but looked unamused. I sauntered into the pool house, and he watched me wearily, as if I were a lion advancing on him. I backed him into an old, wooden table, and he put his hands behind him on it, holding on as though it would protect him or something. I pulled my sunglasses off, and dropped them on the table, before I reached down and placed one of my hands on his hip firmly, causing him to flinch. He kept his head turned though, and gaze averted. My other hand found its way to his chin, and I turned his face up slightly, leaning down.

My lips met his roughly, and he tensed. I got no reaction at first, but as I started to move my lips against his, his body relaxed just slightly. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, and without waiting for approval, I pushed it into his mouth.

As if this was pushing some magic button, he snapped to life, shaping his lips around my tongue. I grinned, not breaking the kiss, and moved my hand that was on his chin to his waist, holding him against the table. I started to pull away, but he followed me like some kind of thirst in him was quenched by my lips on his.

When I managed to pull my mouth away from his, I playfully bit at his lower lip. I grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, and smirked down at him. Lust had darkened his eyes, and this only made me feel more excited -- I'd known all along that he'd wanted me.

I pulled his shirt off, dropping it carelessly to the floor, and my eyes traveled over his body slowly. He watched me with that lusty look in his eyes, and I leaned in to kiss him again. As our tongues began a slow and sensual dance in his mouth, I pushed my hips into his, rubbing my all too prominent erection against his groin.

His breathing hitched, and his own cock started to harden, but I didn't stop devouring his lips. It was pure animal attraction, a primal feeling in both of us that caused our hunger for each other. As I rolled my hips forward again, he followed suit, his lower body meeting mine.

I broke the kiss finally to take in a quick breath as our cocks brushed against one another's a third time, and I moved my lips to his neck, where I began to kiss and suck at his skin, my hands finding the fly of his jeans. I popped the button simply, followed by the zipper descending, and he untied the drawstring of my swim trunks.

I broke away from him once more, and sharply spun him to face the table. He gripped the edges of it tightly, and pushed his ass out towards me -- I couldn't help but grin at his eagerness.

I pulled his pants down just as much as I needed to, before pulling my dick out. I spit into my hand, not really caring if it was enough, and I quickly layered it evenly onto my cock, before grabbing his hips once more to line myself up.

I pushed into him quickly, and he grunted, pushing himself up against the table as he winced. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his shoulder, burying my dick deeply inside of him. I pulled out quickly and completely, before I thrust harshly into him again.

He cursed this time, knuckles turning white as he grasped the table edges, and I nipped lightly at his collarbone, slamming my hips into his once more. With each hip movement I gave, the table would hit the wall loudly, the only sound that covered his noises.

Deciding I was done messing around with him, I turned on the serious side, and angled my next thrust into him, holding his hips so he couldn't move, though he tried, letting out a small mewl (I wouldn't deny my size). I knew I'd hit his prostate when his back straightened, he gave a deep groan, and the back of his head almost came into contact with my jaw. I almost laughed to myself, but bit it back, kissing his neck, and starting to pull out again.

I thrust into roughly, my short fingernails lacerating his flesh, and he whimpered as my dick brushed up against his sweet spot a second time. I paused, holding my cock against it for a moment, and his body spasmed against mine as he groaned again.

He pushed his hips back away from the table enough to slide one of his hands down to his crotch. He grabbed his own dick and started stroking himself, movements quick and sharp. I moaned into his ear, before grazing my teeth over his jaw, thrusting deeply into him once more.

I let go of his hips, placing my hands on the table, trapping him in my arms as I tried to quicken my movements. We worked up our own rhythm, I'd push my hips forward, and he'd push his back to meet mine, as his hand moved in sync with his backward pushes.

In no time, I could feel my orgasm building. I bit his earlobe, my own little warning of: 'if I cum, I'm sorry but I couldn't help it.'

He cursed in a huffy breath, hips jerking slightly as his hand movements became slightly jerky. I was grateful, I wouldn't lie, and when he dropped his head back, it coming to rest on my shoulder, I gave his cheek a sloppy kiss, reaching one of my hands down to his groin.

I ignored his cock, and cupped his balls in my hand. He gave a short guttural noise, bucking his hips forward, and I smirked to myself, maybe triumphantly, biting at his cheek as I tightened my grip slightly, applying force. He whimpered and I released the pressure, before repeating my process.

Within minutes, from his quick strokes, my deep thrusts, and me massaging his scrotum, he was moaning like an alley cat in heat, hips rolling forward slowly, and head lolling on my shoulder.

I hit his sweet spot once more, and he came almost unexpectedly into his hand, small animalistic noises leaving his throat every now and then. I released his balls, grabbing his hip again, and I quickened my thrusts.

As he panted, dropping, and leaning forward on the table, my final thrusts became jerky and stiff. My orgasm uncoiled in my stomach, and I orgasmed powerfully, throwing my hips forward, and cumming inside of him.

Momentarily, after I'd ridden out my climax, I pulled my now soft cock out of his ass. I put my dick away, and tied the drawstrings of my swim trunks. He took a few deep breaths, and pulled his jeans up.

He left his shirt on the floor, and we both left the pool house in silence, both wearing matching grins. We reached the patio chair I'd been sitting in, and he grabbed the black tee shirt that was laying on the ground next to it where he'd dropped it.

"I want a Coke before we leave." he said, pulling the thin, Megadeth tee on.

I rolled my eyes. "Drink some of that one." I said, pointing to the one on the table.

He gave me a raised brow, but started for the sliding glass door. I grabbed my own shirt from the ground, and as I was pulling it on, he came back outside, looking inside like someone was chasing him.

"We gotta get out of here Jimbo." he said.

"She's home?" I asked, quickly pulling my shirt on.

He nodded, and we both started for the fence.

"Shit, wait," I said stopping. "The magazine."

Johnny shook his head, starting to climb over into the next yard. "Fuck it." he said. "Maybe she'll think a woman broke into her house to go swimming."

Yeahhh...
Role-playing....
They were just using some random woman's items and shit...
I hate this fic, but a friend requested it..so yeah...

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-24T21:19:00

2006-05-25T01:21:16Z

Title;; Summer Stars
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Matt // Original Male Character
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. Matt Sanders is having a very uneventful summer, but he meets someone who can change that.
Disclaimer;; As many times as Matt has written me about making this possible, I still don't own him.
Dedication;; This is for my Life Partner, a7x_murderscene cause we both love OMC fics. And I love her, duh. We rock this joint.

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

Aw, you guys kill me. I feel bad for putting the whole dog-needing-to-be-put-down thing in here, but it's life. And it works in the story. And I express my deepest apologies to anyone who's had to go through it in their life.

Summer Stars

Chapter 07

Kieran gave a sigh as he finished washing the dishes, and he glanced at the clock on the microwave. Matt had called earlier, he'd been in the car taking his dog to the pet hospital. He said he'd call again, but it'd been at least three hours, and it was only normal for Kieran to be worried. He wiped his hands on the thighs of his jeans and left the kitchen, glancing into the den where Gage was playing some no name game he'd found for five dollars at the flea market. Their mom and Alan were out, and if Kieran hadn't been watching his brother, he'd have been out looking for Matt -- he had a good idea that the older man was in the woods behind Sunny's.

He started for the stairs, but as he lifted his leg to step onto the first one, there was a slow knock at his door as if on cue. Kieran quickly went to it and pulled it open. Matt was standing there stonily, hands shoved into his jean pockets, shoulders hunched. His sunglasses were on, voiding his face from any expression of emotion, and his head was lowered as if he were embarrassed. Kieran sighed, not liking seeing Matt this way, and he opened his arms slowly.

"Come here." he said softly.

Matt's thick arms slid around the smaller man's waist, and he buried his face in Kieran's neck. The younger man wrapped his arms around Matt's broad neck, pressing his lips to the older man's neck softly. They were silent, and if Kieran's mom was home, she might've gotten upset with the whole: 'are you air conditioning the neighborhood?' and 'stop letting the bugs in.' But the open door went ignored.

After a long moment, Kieran pulled back slightly, grabbing the sides of Matt's face to turn the older man's head towards his. He brushed his lips across Matt's, kneading his fingers lightly and soothingly into the back of Matt's neck. He led the older man into the house, and without needing to say anything, the two instantly started for the stairs.

Moments later, the two were in Kieran's bedroom. The smaller man laid down in his bed, and Matt sat down next to him, his back to him. He pulled his sunglasses off, and Kieran knew not to acknowledge the puffiness of the older man's eyes and blotches from crying, though it was strange to imagine Matt crying at all. Kieran reached up and lightly rubbed Matt's toned back through the thin Pantera shirt, gnawing on his bottom lip.

After a moment, Matt gave a sigh, and laid down next to Kieran, curling up next to the younger man, strong arm draped over Kieran's thin torso. Kieran tangled his fingers in Matt's hair, shifting slightly to make it more comfortable for the both of them.

"You're not going to work tonight, are you?" he asked.

Matt shook his head. "Called out." he answered.

Kieran nodded, and gave a sigh. They were silent for a while, the room started to grow dark as outside, the sun set.

"What kind of dog was he?" Kieran asked, lightly twisting his fingers into Matt's hair.

"Labrador." Matt answered. "Chocolate."

"Tell me about him." Kieran said softly.

"He was really doofy when he was younger." Matt said, "That's why I named him Yogi. My dad got him for me when I was like..eleven..or something."

"I'm allergic to dogs." Kieran said randomly. "I've never had one."

Matt smirked. "Well maybe it's a good thing Yogi went; we couldn't move in together if you were allergic to my dog." he said.

Kieran gave a short, unsure laugh. "You want to move in with me?" he asked.

Matt lifted his head to meet the younger man's gaze. "Of course." he said. "I figure that with all the working I've been doing this summer, I can probably afford a nice-sized apartment or some shit."

Kieran grinned, unable to help himself, and he felt himself blush. He couldn't even imagine living with Matt; that would've made his life complete as corny and Kodak as that sounded.

"Would you want to live with me?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Kieran said quickly, then he flushed again. "I mean...it would be cool."

Matt grinned, and he leaned up, pressing his lips to Kieran's. "Thank you." he said softly.

"For what?" Kieran asked.

"Just being with you makes me feel better." Matt said, he looked away. "I guess it's because I know you went through something similar...you're the only one who can understand me right now."

Kieran lightly caressed Matt's cheek, turning the older man's head to face him again.

"I love you." he said.

The older man smiled sheepishly. "I love you too."

~x~

"Dude, I tried calling you all weekend."

Matt glanced down from the step-ladder he was standing on -- he'd been changing the display of hunting jackets (male's and female's). Jimmy had his thin arms crossed over his chest, and was leaning against the shelf below the display.

"Oh, sorry." Matt said. "I left my cell in my car -- I was with Kieran."

Jimmy nervously pulled at his tee shirt, looking awkward all of a sudden. "Look, man." he said. "I drank...a lot on Friday. I started at like noon, and didn't stop. Plus I'd been doing..." he paused, and his brow furrowed. "I don't even remember the shit I was doing, weed, E, fuckin' crack -- I don't remember. But I'm really sorry."

Matt grinned, fixing the male's jacket; there was a hole in it, he folded a flap of the camouflage material over so the hole was hidden. He was highly amused by Jimmy's bumbling apology.

"Don't worry about it man." he said, and he side-glanced the taller man with a smirk. "Don't know why it took you so long to act on my naturally good looks."

The other man seemed to relax slightly, and he grinned. "Hey." he said. "That's the stuff I'm supposed to say."

"Don't get all upset 'cause I'm better looking than you." Matt replied, shrugging casually and descending from the step-ladder.

"Bitch, I've gotten way more pussy than you." Jimmy said, he made a face, and gave a jerky shrug. "And dick."

"Yeah, don't you mean more fuckin' STDs or something?" Matt asked, bending and grabbing the step-ladder to take it to the backroom.

"Who told you I have STDs?" Jimmy asked following. "Cause I most certainly do not; I had herpes one time from this dirty ass chick, but that was it, man."

They both stopped; a burly looking guy who'd been looking at boots had heard, and was now giving Jimmy a raised brow. Jimmy smirked shyly, and Matt snorted, before they both continued towards the backroom. As Matt dropped the step-ladder on the floor in the corner, he turned to leave, but Jimmy grabbed his arm.

"Did someone seriously tell you I have STDs?" the taller man asked.

Matt made a face, snatching his arm back. "Dude, take a joke." he said. "If you keep getting all defensive like this, it'll lead me to think you have a severe case of gonorrhea."

Jimmy stared blankly for a moment. "Did anyone say anything?" he asked.

Matt laughed and left the backroom, with Jimmy following. Matt took his spot behind the register, and wiped a layer of dust from it with his hand, making a face. He needed to make it a daily thing to dust the damned place.

He glanced up when the door opened, and none other than Kieran entered, smiling his all but perfect smile. He neared the counter, and Matt grinned, lounging on it, charm immediately coming on despite the fact that they were already a couple. Jimmy shifted.

"I have to go to the bathroom." he said, rather robotically, not looking at Kieran, and he quickly turned and walked away.

"I think he thinks you want to kick his ass." Matt said, watching as Jimmy slipped into the backroom again.

Kieran grinned. "I couldn't kick anyone's ass." he said.

Matt shushed him. "Don't say that." he said. "Maybe one day you'll want Jimmy to think you want to kick his ass."

Kieran smirked, but changed the subject. "What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Well." Matt said slowly. "I work till six. But then...I was going..to..I don't know..see if you were home?"

Kieran laughed. "Well, Gage's birthday is tomorrow," he said. "But Alan's leaving for a business trip tomorrow, and he wanted to take Gage to Chuck E. Cheese -- so I wanted to know if you'd like to come with us."

"Chuck E. Cheese?" Matt echoed; he'd had to work there the summer he was seventeen -- never again.

"Come on." Kieran pleaded. "You'll be with me."

Matt paused thoughtfully and the younger man pouted slightly. "Alright, alright." he said.

Kieran grinned. "Alright." he said. "Just come over my place after work, and you can ride with us."

Matt nodded, and Kieran glanced at the door as if expecting someone.

"I have to go," he said. "Mom and I are driving to some new toy store to pick up a present for the little bastard. I hope it's a new video game, cause I fuckin' hate playing Super Smash Brothers."

Matt laughed. "Get him something that's hard for him, but easy for you -- then you can feel better about losing to him on some cheap, gay ass game." he said.

Kieran laughed. "Right, you lost to him too, you prickhead." he said.

"One time out of four." Matt said.

Kieran grinned, but straightened -- his body language telling Matt that he had to leave. "I'll see you later." he said.

Matt reached across the counter, grabbing a fistful of Kieran tee shirt, and pulled the younger man in for a kiss. Kieran grinned when they broke apart, but they said nothing, and the younger man left.

Matt glanced at his watch -- only three hours to go.

~x~

"I think I'm gonna go for a walk." Matt said, stretching.

He and Kieran's family; with the exception of Gage, who was currently at the Jurassic Park game, were sitting at a table, just talking and such after having finished most of the pizza off.

"Why?" Kieran asked, seemingly fine with the kids who were running around and screaming.

Matt smirked. "I feel...uh, out of place." he said. "Not to mention the memories that the rat suit brings."

"Did you have to wear it?" Alan asked -- Matt'd told them about the horrible summer he'd had two years before.

"Oh yeah." Matt said. "And let me tell you, it was so fun."

Alan and Kieran's mom laughed at the extreme sarcasm, as Kieran slid out of the booth, followed by Matt.

"How much longer you guys staying here?" Kieran asked.

They both paused thoughtfully. "We'll leave in about an hour." his mom answered.

Kieran nodded, and he and Matt started for the door in silence. As they stepped outside, Matt let out a sigh, slinging an arm over Kieran's shoulders as they walked slowly down the strip of other stores.

"I'm glad you came." Kieran said, sliding an arm around Matt's waist.

"Me too." Matt said, and he made a face. "Despite it being Chuck E. Cheese."

Kieran laughed. "I'm sorry." he said. "But at least we're alone and out of there now."

Matt nodded. Just as he was opening his mouth to say something though, Kieran pointed ahead of them.

"When the Hell they get a Panera bread down here?" he asked, almost excitedly. "I need to get out more."

"Kieran," Matt said as the younger man started pulling him towards the Panera. "You just ate a buttload of pizza."

"So?" Kieran asked. "Have you had a bagel from there?"

"No." Matt answered slowly.

"I'll forgive you this time." Kieran said with a smirk, and he pulled the older man into the Panera shop.

But as they entered, instead of heading towards the front counter, Kieran started towards the bathrooms.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked.

"Come here." Kieran said, throwing the larger man a grin.

Matt felt himself smirk, but he refrained from saying anything, and followed Kieran into the bathroom. It was empty, and after Kieran had made sure of this, he turned to Matt, still grinning.

"You little deviant." Matt said with a smirk.

Kieran shrugged, almost innocently. "You love it."

Matt grinned, and the two embraced, their lips finding each other's. As their tongues danced together, a slow, sensual movement on both parts, Kieran pulled the older man to one of the stalls. They both squeezed inside, and Matt shut and locked the door, before turning to the smaller man.

"Might've wanted to choose the handicapped stall, dear." he said quietly.

Kieran rolled his eyes, sliding his arms around Matt's neck, and pulling the older man in for a kiss. Matt pushed him against the wall, snaking his tongue into the kid's mouth. Kieran wasted no time in unbuckling Matt's belt, and he quickly popped the button and pulled the zipper down. Of course, the older man didn't protest, just followed suit, undoing Kieran's jeans. After a moment or two of their tongues fighting in Kieran's mouth, they both broke apart.

As if by some unspoken agreement, Kieran turned to face the wall. They both knew that this had to be quick because of their location, so Kieran pulled his own pants down, as Matt pulled his cock from his jeans. He spit into his hand, and hastily applied it to his erection, covering it in a thick layer, before he grabbed Kieran's hips to line himself up.

He pressed his lips to the side of Kieran's neck as he thrust into the younger man, and Kieran's hips moved away instinctively as he winced. Matt apologized softly, but Kieran shook his head, telling him to continue.

Matt obliged, starting to pull his cock slowly from the younger man. He thrust himself into Kieran again, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh on the back of Kieran's neck. Kieran moved his hips again, this time almost twisting them, he was trying to maneuver his body so that Matt would hit his sweet spot.

As Matt thrust into him again, deeper this time, he successfully brushed against Kieran's prostate, causing the younger man to take in a quick breath.

"You're so good at that." he said.

Matt laughed, and he kissed Kieran's neck again. As he pushed his hips forward quickly, driving his cock within the kid again, Kieran turned his head so that their lips could touch. Matt bit at the smaller man's bottom lip affectionately, once more thrusting into Kieran's spot, and causing the younger man's hips to buck.

Matt groaned against Kieran's mouth, burying his dick deeply within the younger man, and Kieran concurred with a throaty noise of his own, pushing his hips backwards into Matt's.

The smaller man reached down, grabbing his own cock, and his hand movements were quick -- again, they had limited time. Matt stopped worrying about the affectionate nips he'd been giving to Kieran, and focused more on his thrusting.

Moments later, as the sound of their ragged breathing began to echo off the tile walls, Matt could already feel his orgasm building. His grip unintentionally tightened on Kieran's hips, and his waist movements became less graceful and more jerky.

Kieran gasped out Matt's name as the older man's cock brushed against his prostate again, and his own body started to tense up as he felt his climax approaching.

The older man groaned again, and just as he felt like he was about to implode, he gave a final thrust, and came into the younger man. As he held Kieran's hips in place, cumming completely, the younger man stroked his own cock a few more times before he too climaxed.

Not a lot of time was spent basking in the afterglow, and as they pulled their pants up, they grinned at each other.

"I can't believe we just did it in a public bathroom." Matt said, unlocking the stall door.

Kieran let out a small laugh. "Would've been stupid to find a hotel." he said.

After they'd cleaned up as much as they could, and they were leaving the bathroom, Matt felt himself grin at their perfect timing. A middle-aged man had been entering when they were exiting, but thankfully he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Is that why you brought me in here?" Matt asked, as they walked through the Panera. "To have your way with me in the bathroom."

"One, you had your way with me, I just egged you on." Kieran said, "And two, no, you're not that important, I want a damned bagel."

So I wasn't feeling the sex scene, and it shows.
But I don't care.
I only included it cause my Life Partner wanted me to, and I love her.
But sorry Trisha, didn't mean to make it so...blahh..and short. =P
But at least it was a long chapter, jees.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-22T09:35:00

2006-05-22T13:35:59Z

Title;; Fatty Vengeance
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Zacky Vagina // BriBear
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; Brian doesn't think before he speaks, and now he has to make it up to Zacky.
Disclaimer;; Never in a thousand years.
Dedication;; Again, anyone who likes Brian/Zacky.

Am I becoming obsessed with Brian/Zacky?

Fatty Vengeance

Zack pursed his lips, starting to bounce his knee impatiently. Next to him, Brian stared at the floor, brow wrinkled in thought. He turned and glanced at the other guitarist.

"Zack --"

The younger man shook his head stiffly, head still turned so much that Brian wasn't even visible out of the corner of his eye.

"Babe, it was a joke." Brian said quietly.

"Real funny." came the dry response.

Brian sighed, turning back around to face the TV that was in front of the couch. It was turned off, and they were reflected in the black screen. The lead guitarist rubbed his hands together slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. He glanced over his shoulder at Zack again, trying to make his expression as sincere as he could.

"Zacky, I'm sorry." he said with emphasis. "Don't you think you need to lighten up?"

"Lighten up?" Zacky said angrily, uncrossing his arms and looking at Brian. "You don't see me walking around calling you names and shit, it's rude."

"I was kidding!" Brian exclaimed. "You know that. And besides, I could've taken the joke."

"Well, obviously I can't." Zack said. "And you should've known that, what the Hell kinda boyfriend are you? First calling me names, then not caring that it hurt my feelings."

"Zack, I do care." Brian said, "And how many times do you want me to apologize? It was just a silly nickname."

Zack's lips pursed again, and he crossed his arms once more, falling silent. Brian sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, looking back at the TV.

"If it'll make you feel any better, you can call me a silly name." he said.

Zack rolled his jade eyes. "There's nothing that would work like what you called me." he said shortly.

Brian bit his tongue to keep from smirking. "Imagine if it hadn't been directed at you." he said. "It was a pretty good name wasn't it?"

Zack dropped his arms heavily, turning to stare at Brian. The older man mentally cursed, wishing he could slip between the cushions of the couch and hide forever...or at least until Zack wasn't mad anymore.

"How dare you?" the younger man asked -- if Brian wasn't feeling so bad, he might've laughed at how womanly and wife-like his boyfriend was acting. "How dare you even think to ask me that?"

Brian's eyebrows raised with his shrug, and Zack gave a scoff, before throwing himself to his feet, and storming off to the kitchen.

"Oh, Jesus Christ." Brian whispered, rubbing at his forehead.

He heaved a great sigh, pulling himself to his feet, and started towards the kitchen. Zacky was standing by the window, hands on the sill, and glaring outside like a house cat watching the birds go by. Despite the situation, Brian would admit to being amused at the way Zack's ass was pushed out because he had to bend slightly to look out the window -- it was like he was in waiting though.

Brian slid his hands around Zack's midsection, resting his cheek on the back of one of the younger man's shoulders. Zack's whole body moved with the deep breath he took, but Brian didn't let go of him.

"Bri," Zack said, "I'm still not in the mood for your fuckin' teddy bear, kiss-and-make-it-all-better routine."

"But I love you." Brian said in one of those voices that adults used when they talked to babies.

"And right now, I hate you." Zacky replied, shifting and trying to get Brian's arms to slide off of him.

Brian didn't say anything to that, sliding his hands down to the front of Zack's pants. The younger man gave a sigh as the belt buckle came undone.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked Brian.

The older man lifted his head, and pressed his lips to the back of Zack's neck. "Apologizing." he said.

As Brian's fingers popped the button of Zack's jeans, the younger man reached down and grabbed his wrists.

"I told you," he said. "I'm not in the mood for this."

Brian rolled his eyes, obediently reclaiming his hands, and moving away from Zack. Rebuttoning his jeans, Zack through another glance out the window. Brian suddenly grabbed his hips though, and spun him around, pushing him back against the window frame.

"Brian." Zack whined, but the older man pressed an index finger over his plump lips.

"Let me explain." Brian said with a smirk.

He slowly dropped to his knees in front of Zack, hands finding their way to the button and zipper. Zack sighed, and put his hands behind him on the window sill, gripping the edge loosely as Brian's brown eyes flickered to his. The older man pressed his palm against Zacky's groin, and Zack's hips moved on their own, pushing towards Brian as his cock started to harden in its denim confines.

Brian smirked, and raised an eyebrow as if to ask: 'what's this?' Zack pursed his lips and cocked his own brow as though saying: 'get on with it.' Brian rubbed Zacky's erection trhough the younger man's jeans, and after a moment or two of this, he pulled Zack's dick from his pants.

The lead guitarist bit his cheek to keep from making a sarcastic comment, and he smirked up at Zacky, as he wrapped his fingers around the base of the smaller man's cock. Zack seemed less than pleased with his body's reaction to his lover's apology, and he looked away like he didn't care what happened next. Brian grinned to himself, moving his hand slowly up his boyfriend's dick.

Precum began to leak from the head of Zack's cock, and Brian smeared it around with his thumb, basically coating Zack's member in it, and forcefully pushing in as he traced the large vein on the side of the younger man's dick. Zack's breath caught in his throat at Brian's firm touch, and his hips moved forward again, but he didn't look at Brian, much less say anything.

Brian kept his hand movements slow, milking every moment for what it was worth, and he glanced up at Zack. The other guitarist's eyes had closed, and his head had fallen back slightly, as his grip tightened on the window sill. Still smirking to himself, Brian lowered his head and pressed his lips to the tip of Zack's cock, ignoring the taste of the pearly liquid oozing from it.

He heard a husky breath from Zack, and triumphantly grinned to himself. It was sometimes too easy to get his boyfriend to forgive him. His tongue snaked out, and he teasingly ran it over the head of Zack's dick, feeling his excitement grow at the strangled noise that left the younger man. He lifted his gaze to find that Zack still wasn't looking at him, so he waited. It didn't take Zack long to realize why Brian had stopped, and he looked down, green eyes finding Brian's.

Smiling his flawless smile, Brian then wrapped his lips around the swollen tip of Zack's shaft. Another throaty noise left the smaller man, and Brian slowly moved his head forward, throat muscles loosening to make room for Zack's cock. Zack let out a deep breath as he watched Brian swallow his full length almost expertly -- the lead guitarist was never the bottom in bed, but he could give a great blow job.

Keeping their eyes locked, Brian then pulled his head back, sucking lightly. Zacky couldn't help the groan this time at the sight of Brian's cheeks sinking in as he moved down his dick. As the older man reached the tip of Zack's cock, his tongue danced lightly over the helmet once more, before he took Zack into his mouth again.

He kept this slow rhythm, and after an agonizing minute or two, the fingers of one of Zack's hand found their way into Brian's wavy locks, urging him to go faster. Encouraged by the small mewl-like noise that came from his lover, Brian sped up slightly.

Within moments, Zacky's hips were moving forward as he tightly held onto Brian with one hand, the other still behind him on the window sill. With every thrust Zacky gave, the head of his dick brushed the back of Brian's throat, and the older man would let out small noises that sent vibrations along the left-handed guitarist's shaft. Zacky groaned at one of these noises, and his hips locked up just barely.

Noticing this, Brian pulled his mouth off of the younger man. Zacky let out a breathy noise, trying to pull Brian by his hair to him again, but the older man was persistent, and didn't allow himself to be led back to Zack's dick.

"Why're you stopping?" Zack asked, voice in a high-pitched whine.

Brian smirked, running his tongue over his bottom lip and reaching up to grab one of Zack's wrist. "Come here." he said, pulling the younger man.

Zacky grunted slightly in response, and dropped to the linoleum with Brian. The older man laid him down, pulling at his tee shirt.

"It's cold." Zack said when his bare back came into contact with the kitchen floor, and he arched himself up.

Brian ignored him, pulling off his own shirt. Pouting because Brian had showed no acknowledgement, Zack grabbed his shirt, along with Brian's, and he put them under his back so he'd at least have something to lay on. Brian pulled Zacky's pants completely off, and slid between the younger man's legs, undoing his own jeans.

He hastily pulled his cock out, and quickly spit into his hand. As he coated his cock thickly with one hand, he held Zack's waist with the other, before guiding his dick to the younger man's ass. Zack propped his hips up a little more, holding his breath as he watched Brian's facial expression.

Their gazes met, and Brian thrust forward quickly. His cock slid roughly into Zack's hole, and the younger man's throat emitted a choked noise as he winced, not from the pain, but the discomfort. They'd been doing this too long for the pain to matter anymore.

Brian buried his dick completely inside of the younger man, and immediately started to pull out. His cock left Zack, except for the head, and he pushed his hips forward sharply again, leaning down to press his lips to his boyfriend's.

Zack bit at his lip affectionately, and the younger man's hands found their way to the small of Brian's back, holding onto the other guitarist lightly. Brian thrust into him again, angling his thick cock in just the right way that he hit Zack's prostate, causing the younger man's hips to buck up, and breathing to hitch.

"Brian." Zacky whimpered slightly, before he cursed under his breath, nails digging into the soft skin of his lover's back.

The older man groaned in response, burying his face in Zacky's neck where he sucked and nipped lightly at the skin there, pushing his hips forward again. Every time Brian's dick rubbed against Zack's sweet spot, the younger man's back would arch as his body jumped to meet Brian's.

Brian placed his hands on either side of Zack's head on the linoleum floor, and he straightened his body slightly, steadying his movements as he started to quickly thrust in and out of the smaller man. Zack groaned, dropping his head back, and one of his hands slipped between their bodies to grab his own cock.

He started stroking his dick quickly, pausing every now and then to recollect himself after Brian had thrust into his prostate, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

Brian moaned the smaller man's name, back stiffening slightly, and causing his thrusts to be slightly rougher. As his cock slid violently into Zack, he lifted his head slightly, biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes. As often as they did this, it was always like the first time.

"I love you." the older man said in a raspy breath, dropping his head once more in the spot between Zack's neck and shoulder blade. "And I'm sorry."

Zack's hips bucked upwards again as Brian's cock pressed into his prostate, and the older man kept it there for a moment, causing the younger man to shudder slightly.

"I forgive you." Zack said with a mewl, but as he moaned again, he wasn't able to get out the part about loving the other man.

Brian kissed Zack passionately, thrusting deeply into him a few more times, and just as he started to feel his orgasm build in his stomach, the younger man gave a short whimper of warning. Zacky's hips convulsed, and he groaned as he came onto his lower abdomen, hand movements not stopping until he was absolutely emptied of his juices.

Brian moaned in concurrence, biting one of Zacky's lip rings, and he tried to speed up his thrusting so that Zack wouldn't have to wait too long for him to finish up. However, Zack had other plans for making sure he didn't wait. He put one of his fingers into his mouth, slicking it with his spit, and he wasted no time in reaching around the older man.

Brian made a face, but he didn't protest; in fact stopping slightly so that Zack could slip that finger inside of him. Keeping that face of discontentment, Brian thrust violently into the younger man.

"You know you like it." Zack said with a few pants.

Brian rolled his eyes, pressing his lips to Zacky's, as the smaller man's finger slid deeply inside of him. It wasn't hard for the younger man to find Brian's spot, and he grinned when he did at the reaction it got. Brian's hips jerked forward, and he gave a guttural groan, dropping his forehead to rest on Zacky's.

He was only able to thrust into the smaller man one more time because Zack's finger brushed his spot again, and his climax hit him. His spine arched slightly, and he came inside of the younger man, letting out a deep groan.

He rode out his orgasm, running one of his hands up Zack's side as he rocked his hips into the younger man's, wanting to savor the feeling. After a second or two, he pulled his dick out of the smaller man, and the two started dressing in silence.

"Don't think that because you can do this to me that I'll forgive you with anything." Zack said, standing up.

"I never once thought that." Brian said.

Zacky studied him; he knew the older man was lying, but there was no way to prove it. He decided to let it go this time. "I need a shower." He said.

"We need a shower." Brian said. "Why waste hot water?"

"Don't push your luck." Zack said, starting out of the kitchen.

There was suddenly a knock at the front door. Zacky, being closest, went to answer it as Brian mentally thanked any god listening that they'd finished when they had. Zack pulled open the door.

"Hey Fatty!" Only it sounded like: 'hayy fattay.'

Meet Johnny Seward -- Moment Wrecker.

Zacky turned to Brian, anger evident on his face. He let out a short growl-like noise, and stormed off towards the hallway that would lead to their bedrooms. Brian gave a sigh, as Johnny leaned against the doorframe.

"Now I have to apologize, again." Brian said, but he couldn't keep the smirk from his face.

He slipped Johnny a thumbs up, and the smaller man saluted him, before slipping back outside, shutting the door. Brian ran his fingers through his hair and started down the hallway, grinning at the many different possibilities of getting Fatty Vengeance to forgive him.

Silly, I know.
But I like it.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-21T20:51:00

2006-05-22T00:56:04Z

Title;; Take Me Out
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; BriBear // Zacky Vagina
Rating;; NC17
Summary;; It's hot, the boys are sweaty, the diva's being a...well diva. What happens?
Disclaimer;; Not real, dur.
Dedication;; Everyone who likes Brian//Zacky -- mostly kaytvengeance, cause she was complaining about no good sex fics. And cause I love her.

Take Me Out

"You know Bri; as flattered as I am that you did this for me -- can I just say you got the shittiest seats ever?"

Brian rolled his eyes and lifted one of his legs, putting his foot on the back of the chair in front of him. It was the middle of summer, and as an early birthday present for Zacky, Brian had taken the other guitarist to an Angels baseball game. Their seats could only be classified as 'nosebleed seats', and all around them was empty. And don't forget the large pillar in front of them.

"I can't see anything." Zack whined, throwing an arm out in front of him. "And there's flies up here."

He smacked at his neck as he said this, but one of the pests had flown away before getting smashed. He let out a huffy breath, and slid down in his seat, jutting his bottom lip out.

"There's flies everywhere, babe." Brian said, lightly patting Zacky's knee.

The younger man slapped his hand away irritably. "Don't touch me, I'm all hot and sweaty." he said.

Brian grinned. "You're such a bitch." he said.

"Don't start." Zack said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No," Brian said, sitting up slightly, a grin still pasted on his face as he turned to face the other guitarist. "Look at you, you little bitch, sitting here with your fuckin' diva sunglasses and shit."

Zack gave another huffy sigh, and opened his mouth to speak, but all he let out was a strangled noise as Brian snatched the white sunglasses from the smaller man's face.

"Brian." he finally managed, angrily.

"Aww," Brian said mockingly, pushing his lips out. "What's the matter, Zacky-baby?"

Zack reached out with both hands trying to grab a hold of his glasses, but Brian kept pulling them out of the younger man's reach. After a moment, Zack gave an angry noise, and sat back, crossing his arms again.

"I don't care...bastard." he said, sticking his nose up.

"Oh?" Brian asked, and he grinned again. "So you wouldn't care if I.....?" he tossed the glasses over his shoulder.

Zack jumped forward, but the glasses flew a few rows down, much too far out of the guitarist's reach. He cursed and threw himself back again, glaring at Brian, who shrugged as though it were an accident.

"Not like you can't buy another pair." he said.

"Yeah, but they were fuckin' broken in and everything." Zack said.

Brian gave a bark-like laugh. "They're god damned sunglasses, how do you break glasses in?" he asked.

Zacky shook his head, mumbling something, and he looked away again. Brian reached over and lightly grabbed Zack's chin, turning the other man's head slightly to face him. Zack kept his eyes averted though, refusing to meet Brian's gaze. The older guitarist laughed and leaned forward, pressing his lips firmly to Zack's. He got no response at first, and he grinned, biting at one of the smaller man's lip rings, pulling the puffy bottom lip into his mouth.

He felt Zack warm up to him, and keeping one hand on Zack's chin, he reached over with his other to lightly finger the buckle of the single belt Zack had worn that day. After a moment, Zacky broke the kiss, and he was smirking.

"You planned this, didn't you?" he asked.

Brian shushed him, leaning in to push his tongue into the younger man's mouth. He let go of Zack's chin, and slid his other hand down to the belt buckle as well, undoing it swiftly. He bit Zacky's bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth again, and enjoying the way his lover's breathing hitched -- he always knew what Zacky liked.

He slid both of his hands up Zacky's shirt, rubbing the younger man's sides with force. The smaller man turned his head, letting out a deep breath, as his own hands fluttered to his pants -- Brian was taking too long. The older man moved his lips to Zacky's jaw, leading a trail of hot kisses to the other guitarist's ear, where he nipped affectionately at Zack's lobe.

Zacky unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled the zipper down, then reaching up to grab Brian's hand and pull it towards his groin. Brian let out a chuckle, warm breath on the younger man's cheek and ear sending a shudder of excitement through Zack's body despite the heat.

Brian slipped one of his hands down Zacky's jeans, and he wasted no time in pulling out the smaller man's erection. Zacky took in a quick breath, tangling his fingers in Brian's hair, and bringing the other man in for a deep kiss, as Brian's warm hand wrapped around his cock. Zacky nibbled lightly at Brian's bottom lip, pushing his hips forward in the plastic seat some as though that would give the other man more access.

Brian slowly moved his hand down Zack's dick, his grip tight, and as he stroked his hand upwards, he made sure to keep that slow rhythm. Zack's breathing had quickened considerably, and Brian couldn't keep the triumphant grin from his face as his thumb danced over the tip of Zack's cock -- the younger man had always secretly been into exhibitionism.

Brian started twisting his wrist slightly, making his hand slide not only up the smaller man's dick, but around it as well. Zacky let out a small noise, pushing his hips upwards again, trying to urge the other man to quicken his movements.

"Told you you were a bitch." Brian whispered gruffly, breaking the kiss with a grin. "Look who's moaning like a little whore."

"Jesus, shut the fuck up." Zack said, "I'm really not in the mood for your little 'talk dirty' sessions, fuckin' -- ugh, god." he dropped his head back as Brian's grip tightened on his cock. "Please, Bri -- go faster or something."

"Just admit you're a bitch." Brian said, and then he lowered his tone to a seductive whisper. "Cause you know you love the way I talk to you."

Zack mewled, hips moving again, and he reached down, grabbing Brian's wrist, though that wouldn't speed the older man up either. His other hand found it's way into Brian's hair again, pulling sharply on the soft, wavy locks.

"Say it." Brian said, grinning. "Come on."

"Fuck, Brian." he spat in annoyance. "I'm a bitchy little prick, just get me off, damnit."

"Mm." Brian said, leaning down and ghosting his lips over Zack's. "It's not gonna be over that fast, sugar." he said.

"You're evil." Zack said, and he growled as Brian's hand stopped and let go of him. "Pure, unrestrained, fucking evil. This is my birthday present!"

Brian stood up, trying to ignore the feeling of his own cock pressing harshly against his tight jeans, and he motioned for Zack to turn around in the seat.

"No!" the younger man said, "We're at the damned stadium."

"No one's watching." Brian said, reaching down and grabbing Zack's hips, pulling him out of the seat.

He turned Zack around, making the smaller man get on his knees in the plastic seat, and he bent him down over the back of the chair. Zacky straightened, trying to turn back around, and protesting again, but Brian held him there, shushing him again.

"Relax, babe." the older guitarist said. "We're all alone over here; behind this fucking pillar."

Zacky whimpered, but said no more, obediently keeping himself bent over the back of the seat. Brian grabbed the waistband of Zacky's jeans, and pulled them down just enough to bare the younger man's ass. He smirked to himself, lightly patting one of the smaller man's cheeks, leaning forward to lick Zack's cheek, which he was pleased to see, was ruby red from him blushing.

"I love you so much." he said, undoing his own pants. "Do you know that?"

"Shut up and fuck me already." Zack said through his teeth.

Brian laughed, pulling his thick erection out. He quickly spit into his hand, having to do so twice cause he hadn't been sure if it'd been enough -- though he and Zack'd been doing this for years. He layered his cock quickly in his saliva, and hastily grabbed Zack's hips, holding him in place.

He pushed his lower body forward, and paused as the head of his dick pressed against Zacky's puckered hole. The younger man held his breath, gripping the back of the seat, and trying to pretend his cheeks weren't burning from the show they were putting on. He prayed to any god out there that nobody would see them.

Brian slid his cock into the smaller man quickly, burying it deeply into Zack's ass in a swift movement. The younger man's head lifted slightly, hips twitching forward, not exactly trying to get away from Brian, but trying to get used to the feeling. Brian playfully swatted at Zack's ass, letting out another laugh -- he loved the way he made Zack squirm.

He started to pull out of the smaller man, but just as the tip of his dick started to leave Zack's ass, he thrust back into the younger man sharply, getting a throaty noise from the left-handed guitarist.

"Fuck." Zack breathed out, as his hips were pushed forcefully against the back of the chair from Brian's strength.

Brian leaned down pressing his lips to the back of Zack's neck -- he could taste the smaller man's sweat, but it didn't bother him.

"Do you love me, baby?" the larger man asked, grazing his teeth over the dampened skin. "You know I do enjoy hearing you say it."

"Fuck you." Zack said.

Brian let out a 'hmm' noise, and straightened, pulling his cock out of the younger man again. He gave an angular thrust this time -- from the years that they'd been together, he always knew just where Zack's spot was. The younger man's back bent, his head lifting again as a primal sound left his lips.

"Ahh, Brian." he said with a few deep breaths. "Faster -- please."

Brian thrust into him deeply again, but kept the same pace. He hit Zack's prostate again, and the younger man mewled, wiggling around in the plastic seat.

"Brian," he whined, "Please...I love you."

Brian grinned and leaned down, nipping at the back of Zack's neck again. He slid his cock into the other guitarist again, quickening his movements. Zack's fingers tightened on the back of the chair, his knuckles started to turn white, and he bit at one of his lip rings as Brian's hips came into contact with his every few seconds, the older man's dick jabbing into his prostate with every thrust.

Brian gave a short grunt, fighting the urge to laugh at the way their sweat-slicked skin sounded each time his hips and thighs slapped against the younger man's ass. Zacky's back arched again, and he groaned; ending the guttural sound with Brian's name. The older man reached forward and combed his fingers through Zacky's matted hair, yanking the smaller man's head up slightly.

"Touch yourself." he ordered, knowing that his orgasm was already on its way.

Zacky obliged, one of his hands sliding down to his crotch, where he grabbed his pulsing cock. He quickly started to pump his dick, hand moving swiftly from the precum that had been oozing from it ever since Brian had first touched him.

Brian moaned, cursing under his breath as he could feel his climax rising in his gut. He let go of Zack's air, both hands gripping the younger man's hipbones tightly, steadying him for the powerful, jerky thrusts, that signaled the end was near. His fingernails dug into Zacky's pale skin, causing it to pinken slightly, and Zack whimpered again.

The younger man's hand stopped as though getting caught on something, and his hips jerked slightly. His orgasm had seemingly snuck up on him, and as Brian's cock assaulted his sweet spot harshly once more, his breathing hitched, and he came unexpectedly.

Zack's throat released a long, drawn out moan, and Brian let out an almost sigh of relief, as his own movements became stiff. His last few thrusts were robotic, and as he drove his dick deeply into the younger man, feeling like he was about to explode, his orgasm hit him.

He came powerfully, clutching Zacky's hips tightly, and he moaned Zack's name under his breath, emptying himself into the smaller man. He rocked his hips forward slightly, slowly moving his body against Zack's as he rode his orgasm out, and after a long moment of them catching their breath, he pulled his now soft cock from his lover.

Minutes later, after they'd pulled their pants up, they both collapsed in their seats, practically laying all over each other. Brian grabbed the bottom hem of his tee shirt, lifting the thin material so he could wipe at his sweaty forehead, and he dropped an arm over Zack's shoulders.

"How's that for an early birthday present?" he asked.

Zacky moved so that Brian wasn't touching him. "Too hot." he sighed. "And I want my god damned sunglasses."

The younger man glanced at Brian, who was studying him. Zack raised an eyebrow as if to say: 'I'm serious', and Brian held his hands out.

"Alright, alright." he said quickly, "I got 'em."

And he started climbing over the seats in front of them to get to the diva's precious sunglasses.

I rather like it.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-20T20:28:00

2006-05-21T00:29:03Z

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-19T17:18:00

2006-05-19T21:21:27Z

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-17T17:32:00

2006-05-17T21:33:18Z

Title;; Sanctuary
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Brian//Zacky, Others Thrown In
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. They're meant for each other, but life's full of complications.

00 | 01

Thank you to all you who reviewed the last chapter, and are giving this story a chance, it will get much much better I hope. You guys should listen to the song as you read this chapter, might make it better for you. =P (you can hear it on my MySpace if you'd like).

Sanctuary
Part One

Chapter 02

Brian came out of the kitchen carrying two Cokes, and he stopped next to Zack who was standing in the center of the living room, looking around almost shyly.

"It's all I have." Brian said, handing one of the cans to the smaller man.

"It's fine." Zack said with a smile, taking it.

Brian glanced around. "You can sit down." he said, gesturing to the older couch against the wall.

Zack smirked again, looking like he was blushing. "Do you mind if I...look around?" he asked.

"Of course not." Brian said, though the logical side of him was saying it wasn't a smart thing to do -- for all he knew Zack was going to steal something. But Zack had the eyes, he was the man of Brian's dreams -- literally.

Zacky started down the hall, and Brian was glad he'd recently straightened his room. But he was struck with the sudden urge to check his bathroom, so he followed behind the smaller man. But as Zack turned into the bedroom, Brian went opposite into the bathroom.

Zack noticed the cat first, it was sitting on the window sill, eyes half closed as it was practically falling asleep sitting up. He walked to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking around. The closet was open, and there was a Maxim poster hanging on the inside of the door -- two blondes were in bikinis holding each other. He felt himself smirk, and he looked down at his lap.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself.

When Matt found out that Mr. Johnson hadn't picked Zack up, he'd be livid. Just thinking about the reaction of his 'boss' made Zack's stomach twist nervously. But then Brian entered the room, and all else was forgotten.

"Sorry it's kind of...small." he said.

Zack shook his head. "It's perfect for one person." he said. "Or two."

Brian grinned, opening his Coke, and as he took a drink of it, an awkward silence fell over them. Brian looked around slowly, and saw his closet door was wide open, revealing the mess inside. He leaned over and quickly shut it. Another nerdy chuckle as he set his drink down on the bedside table, and he sat down on the bed.

"I have these crazy dreams..." Zacky said randomly, setting his unopened soda next to Brian's.

Seeing that the smaller man wasn't planning on continuing, Brian sighed.

"You too, huh?" he asked.

Zack nodded, but said nothing for a moment. He glanced up again.

"What do you think they mean?" he asked.

Brian shrugged. "Don't know." he said.

Zack shifted, raising his eyebrows. "Well, the must mean something." he said.

Brian reached over suddenly, placing a hand on one of Zack's cheeks. The two studied each other for a moment.

"I can say I have a slight idea of what they mean." he said, "Just don't want to sound like an idiot."

Zack smirked, but didn't say anything -- it was as if Brian was reading his mind. The taller man slowly leaned forward, and Zack met him halfway, their lips colliding. As Zack leaned into Brian, he parted his lips almost expectantly, and Brian hesitated before pushing his tongue into the smaller man's mouth. Something in the back of his mind was screaming something about Michelle, but he ignored it.

It was a familiar feeling, Brian's tongue exploring his mouth, and Zack wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck. Brian's own arms slid around Zacky's smaller frame, and he felt his breathing hitch as the smaller man's tongue pushed against his. Zack's fingers tangled into Brian's hair as their tongues danced together, but after a moment, they broke apart.

"I have this feeling." Brian said, studying Zack's expression as he spoke in a low tone. "We're --"

"Meant to be?" Zack asked, equally quiet.

Brian smiled, glad he hadn't had to finish the sentence, and he nodded. Zack returned the smile, and they started kissing again.

In moments, they were laying down, Brian on top of Zack. The taller man cupped Zack's face in one hand, running the other one down his side with force. But Zack suddenly broke the kiss, giving a short laugh.

"I'm sorry." he said sheepishly. "But..."

He pointed to the window, and Brian glanced over his shoulder. Though Charlie was falling asleep, the cat still had his eyes open and was facing them.

"Charlie." Brian explained, sitting up.

He leaned over and gave the cat a slight nudge once, then twice. Charlie gave a displeased noise, but he obediently jumped down from the widow and left the room, tail twitching in annoyance.

Brian turned back to Zacky with a grin, leaning down and pressing his lips to the shorter man's again. Things seemed to happen in slow motion from there. Zack's arms snaked around Brian's thick waist, and a moment later, he was pulling the larger man's button up shirt off. He studied the colorful tattoos on Brian's arms briefly, before their mouths were touching again.

A logical side of Brian told him to ask Zack if this was what he wanted -- Hell, he felt like he needed to ask himself. But the other side of him said there was no question -- they both wanted it just as bad. It didn't matter that they'd just met, or that Brian had a girlfriend -- nothing mattered.

Brian's wife-beater came off next, and keeping himself propped on his forearms above Zack, he watched those jade eyes travel over his body, before returning to meet his. Zack smiled at him, running a hand lightly down the middle of Brian's chest, and the larger man mirrored it, starting to pull of Zack's top.

In no time, the two'd undressed completely, and Brian was between Zack's legs. The smaller man lightly gripped Brian's hips, and he bit one of his lip rings thoughtfully.

"This isn't too soon, is it?" he asked softly.

"Do you think it is?" Brian asked.

Zacky shook his head.

"Then no." Brian replied, leaning down and kissing Zack again.

Little did Michelle know, Brian had had sex with another guy before back in college; so this wasn't all that new to him.

He sat up and spit into his hand, throwing a glance at Zack who was watching him silently. Brian quickly, yet carefully covered his cock in his saliva, before locking gazes with Zack. He moved forward, propping the smaller man's hips up, and he kissed Zack once more, before slowly thrusting into him.

Zacky took in a quick breath, lifting his body to make it smoother. Brian moved his mouth to Zack's neck, giving his soft skin tender kisses and affectionate nips, pushing his dick into the smaller man a second time. It was insane, the fact that Brian had all these feelings already -- powerful feelings. But he chose to ignore how crazy it was, and he lifted his head to kiss Zack once more.

The smaller man bit lightly at Brian's bottom lip, his hands slowly moved up the other man's well-toned back to his soft hair. As Brian's cock slowly slid into him again, he felt a slight ripple of pleasure as his prostate was touched. He arched his back, groaning slightly, and their chests came into contact. Brian held the smaller man against him for a moment, long enough to feel Zack's heart beating against his own. He'd never had such passionate sex with Michelle before; sure it'd been nice, and he did have feelings for her, but it just wasn't the same.

Zacky let out a deep breath as Brian broke their kiss. The two made eye contact, and as if on cue, both took in sharp breaths and kissed again. This wasn't business, it was different, and Zack didn't really know how to take it. Brian's dick pushed into his spot again, and he let out a whimper-like noise, scratching his black nails down Brian's back.

The kiss was broken again and Brian rested his cheek on the other man's, lips near Zack's ear.

"Ugh -- Zack." he said in a hoarse whisper.

The taller man's warm breath caused goosebumps to form on Zack's skin, and he slipped a hand between their bodies. As he wrapped his fingers around his own cock, Brian reached between them as well, closing his slightly bigger hand around Zack's.

He kissed along Zacky's collarbone as their hands moved in unison, slowly stroking the smaller man's dick. Zacky moaned, arching his back again as Brian thrust deeply into him once more. He said the taller man's name huskily, pulling at Brian's waist with his free hand.

Brian started guiding Zack's hand quicker, feeling his own orgasm approaching. They both moaned simultaneously, and Brian gave another angular thrust, dick sliding into the smaller man with ease. Zacky whimpered again as his prostate was rubbed almost harshly, and he bucked his hips up.

"Ah, Brian --" he said, head dropping back onto the pillow. "I'm almost --"

Brian cut him off with a passionate kiss, thrusting into him again. Zack gave another throaty noise, fingernails digging into Brian's hip as his other hand on his cock slowed unintentionally. Brian massaged the smaller man's tongue with his own, pulling Zacky's hand from his cock before grabbing it again to continue stroking.

Zack sucked lightly and sensually on Brian's tongue, as the other man's hand moved quickly up and down his dick. Brian's thumb traced the large vein on Zack's cock forcefully, causing the smaller man to shudder.

Brian groaned once more, nibbling at Zack's earlobe. Zacky bucked his hips up, taking in a quick breath, and he gave a deep moan as he came. Brian's hand, slightly decorated with Zack's juices, moved to the smaller man's hip, steadying his final thrusts. As he climaxed, his own back arched slightly, stiffening, and he kept his cock inside of Zack until he'd finished cumming completely.

He laid down next to Zack, breathing heavily. As they both regained a regular breathing pattern, Zacky draped an arm over Brian's sweaty chest, curling up next to him. They were both covered in perspiration, each other's juices, and they smelled of sex, but neither of that mattered to them.

Brian traced one of Zack's shoulder tattoos with his thumb, giving a sigh as the smaller man started to fall asleep.

"Stay?" he said quietly.

Zack smirked, but kept his eyes closed. "I promise." he said, voice laced with grog as he was already falling asleep.

Brian grinned and pressed his lips to Zack's forehead, eyelids starting to feel heavy himself. He waited until Zack fell asleep though, it just felt better that way.

I watch you fast asleep
All I fear...means nothing

Thoughts?

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-15T22:05:00

2006-05-16T02:06:36Z

Title;; Sanctuary
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Brian//Zacky, Others Thrown In
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. They're meant for each other, but life's full of complications.

00

Wow, I got more reviews than I thought I would, big thanks to everyone who commented. And just so you know, I'm going to move things along very quickly. =]

Sanctuary
Part One

Chapter 01

"Brian -- hey. Brian."

A sigh.

"God damnit, Brian, snap out of it."

He looked up from the desk to his coworker, who was looking just a bit sour.

"God, finally." the other man said.

Brian quickly apologized, grabbing a stack of papers on his desk, and straightening them. It wasn't the first time he'd zoned out, just the first that it'd gotten so bad that he couldn't hear his coworker.

"What do you think about all the time?" the other man asked curiously.

Brian paused. "I don't know." he admitted. He really didn't.

A raised eyebrow was his response. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"

Too much. Brian nodded. The other man studied him for a moment, before setting a pack of papers on the desk.

"Harry wants these filed." he said.

Brian nodded, pretending like he was going to start on that immediately, but as soon as his coworker had disappeared, he rolled his eyes and gave a sigh. He put his head down on the desk, his head turned so that he was laying on his left cheek. He grabbed a pen of his that was sitting on top of a different packet of papers -- there were too many papers.

This needs to stop, he thought to himself. I've become obsessed.

He couldn't stop thinking about the ocean, the warm breeze, the green eyes. They were more prominent in his mind's eye that day than they were any other day, and he couldn't explain why.

He suddenly realized he was drawing mindlessly on the top sheet of the packet, and he sat up quickly.

"Shit." he cursed to himself, dropping the pen -- he'd needed that paper, and all he'd drawn on the bottom were long wavy lines, some spaced further apart from each other than others.

He studied it for a moment, realizing what it was -- the ocean. He shook his head, flipped the packet over so he wouldn't have to look at it anymore, and grabbed the phone at his desk. Time to schedule a meeting with the family shrink.

~x~

"Val, you know you don't have to wait here with me."

The blonde shrugged, leaning against the lamp post they were standing near outside the 7-11.

"I know I don't have to." she said. "Just want to make sure you're alright."

"I've been doing this for four years." Zack said, "I think I'm fine."

Valary sighed and looked around. "He's late." she said. "Are you sure you two agreed on this place?"

He smirked. "Yes, Valary." he said.

She grinned, and looked down. Then she nodded her head at a black BMW parked at the curb.

"Who do you think owns that?" she asked.

Zack grinned, he loved this game. "Hmm," he said, "No bumper stickers -- an anal buisness man, married with one kid. But he's having an affair with his secretary, and he stopped here to pick up her favorite kind of cigarettes -- he's meeting her at the hotel down the street."

Valary grinned. "Your guys are always having affairs." she said.

"Well all yours are always gay." Zack countered, he paused. "Kinda think it should be the other way around." He grinned when Valary laughed, and he looked back at the 7-11. "Man, I need something to drink -- I'll be back."

She nodded, and he started towards the store. He turned to her to say something, and all but ran into someone coming out.

"Sorry." he said, quickly spinning.

He froze, as did the guy he'd run into. The stranger was dressed in casual black pants and a loose fitting black button up shirt -- unbuttoned with a wifebeater showing from beneath it. His dark hair was longish, almost naturally highlighted. But his eyes were what made Zack stop like a deer in the headlights; a warm shade of brown that he'd seen before.

"Sorry." he repeated.

"Nah, it was my fault." the stranger said quickly, and he held up the orange soda he was holding in one hand. "Was reading the label...I'm sorry."

Zack nodded, and the two studied each other for a moment. Zack offered him the best smile he could put on his face, before starting around him.

"Uh, I'm Brian." the other man said suddenly, stopping him.

"Zack." the slightly shorter man said, more than glad to have an excuse to talk to this man.

"Are you..." Brian smirked, looking away and as if he couldn't believe what he was going to ask. "Are you hungry?"

Zack thought for a moment, before he mirrored the smirk. "Are you offering?" he asked.

Brian grinned, and Zack noted how perfect his teeth were.

"Sure thing." he said.

The two were unable to speak anymore, just stare at each other some more. Brian finally gestured to the BMW.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Zack nodded, unable to find it in him to form words, and the taller man started towards the car. Zack followed, but glanced at Valary who was questioning him with her gaze.

"Excuse me." he said to Brian, before nearing her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, tone a whisper as though Brian was trying to listen in.

Zacky grinned, and suddenly felt a rush of excitement in his gut, a tidal wave of sorts. "Val -- he has the eyes." he said.

As if on cue, they both glanced at Brian who was standing next to the BMW, holding open the passenger door with one hand, as he took a drink of the orange soda with his other. He looked far from any knight in shining armor to Valary, but whatever floats his boat, she guessed.

"You're sure?" she asked, looking back at him.

My sanctuary...my sanctuary...

"Positive." he answered.

She smirked. "You were wrong." she said.

Zack smirked. "He looks like a business man, doesn't he?" He asked.

"Be careful." she said.

"You too." he said. "Go home, don't tell Matt I went off with another guy."

"Of course not." she said. Zack grinned at her again, before turning and heading back to the car. As he neared the BMW, he locked gazes with Brian's again, and the two smiled. Ecstatic butterflies erupted in his stomach; he felt like he hadn't felt in a long while.

"This is weird." Brian said softly.

Zack nodded, but didn't know what to say, so he slipped into the passenger seat. Brian shut the door, and he glanced up at the blonde who'd been with Zack. She smiled at him, a knowing smile which he immediately returned before walking around the car.

As Brian drove, he stole a glance at Zack who was watching out the window. He'd know those green eyes anywhere, and finally after at least three weeks of his restless dreams, he'd found them.

"Have we met?" Zack asked suddenly, turning to him. "Maybe a while ago?"

Brian smiled. "Feels that way," he said. "Doesn't it?"

~x~

Brian shut his car door again; he and Zack had just eaten a late dinner at a small Chinese place (the smaller man had been quite the sight in his leather pants and way too small black tank), and now Brian was getting ready to take him home -- or wherever he wanted to go now.

"Where do you live?" he asked, turning down the radio.

Zack paused, slowly glancing at Brian. He hated to admit how comfortable he felt with the taller man, how happy he felt. He never wanted to go back to the life he'd been living.

"Take me to your place." he said softly.

Brian turned to him, studying him for a moment. There was a plea in the jade eyes that had left an imprint in his mind ever since the first time he'd dreamed about them.

"Of course." he said, then he quickly added. "I mean, yeah -- sure. Why not?"

A sudden vibration in his pocket told him his cell was ringing, and he pulled it out, glancing at the caller i.d. -- Michelle; his girlfriend. He glanced at Zack who raised an eyebrow. Brian tossed the phone over his shoulder into the backseat, letting out by far one of the most nerdy laughs he'd ever had. Zack smiled but said nothing, turning to look ahead of him.

Brian flushed slightly, wanting to slap himself. He'd nearly stumbled over himself at the restaurant, and he didn't even know why. Normally he was cool, he was casual -- he was Rico Suave. His brow furrowed, and he made a mental note to never compare himself to Rico again.

"Here we go." he said, glad that they'd reached his apartment complex, he'd been getting sick of the awkwardness.

He led the other man into the building, and as Zacky walked down the hall towards Brian's room, he took a deep breath. What was he doing? Was he making a mistake?

Brian glanced at him as he was unlocking his door, and he smiled. Zack felt the corners of his own lips turn up -- mistake was far from what he was doing.

This is all I have time for.
Want to get the Zack/Brian action? Review, duh.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-14T15:27:00

2006-05-14T19:28:48Z

Title;; Sanctuary
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Brian//Zacky, Others Thrown In
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. They're meant for each other, but life's full of complications

There are some things you need to know...
01. This story will become a fantasy fic; not too too weird or anything though, but it will contain elements of an actual Alternate Universe.
02. There will be sex in it, but not as much as a lot of my other fics -- it's an actual story, where I'd like it if you focused on the plot.
03. People from bands like Bleeding Through and Atreyu will appear.
Now that those are clear; this fic is based on the song, "Sanctuary" by Utada Hikaru (Japanese version is called "Passion") -- it's the song featured at the beginning of Kingdom Hearts II (and is amazing; try to download it). I do not own anything, song lyrics in italics.

Sanctuary
Part 01

Chapter 00 - Prologue

Lips.

Skin.

Tongue.

Green eyes on brown, and the waves rolling in front of them.

A soft caress.

A whispered vow.

Forever.

Tanned cheek on pale, and the wind combing their hair.

"Stay."

...

"I promise."

~x~

Brian Haner Jr. opened his chocolate eyes -- the white of his ceiling was so much different from the crystal blue waves he'd been dreaming about. He didn't even know why he dreamed of the ocean; he'd lived in Minnesota all his life -- he'd never once been to the beach. As the vivid image faded from his vision, he gave a sigh.

"Another one." he said to no one in particular, his groggy voice sounding small in his large bedroom.

A meow came from above his head, and he craned his neck to find a fat, orange cat on his pillow. He smiled, reaching up to pet it.

"Hey Charlie," he said. "Get cold during the night?"

A lazy blink was the feline's response as it turned its head slightly, leaning into Brian's touch. Brian paused -- Charlie's eyes reminded him of his dreams.

"They're more than dreams." he mumbled to himself. "They're like memories, only someone else's..." He trailed off, noticing that he'd unintentionally stopped petting Charlie, who was now staring at him. He smirked again. "If anyone ever asks," he said, scratching the cat's ear. "I was talking to you -- not to myself."

He rolled out of bed and turned off his alarm clock; he didn't even know why he set it anymore -- ever since he'd started having those dreams a few weeks before, he'd been waking up before it was scheduled to go off. He took a quick shower, and got ready for work as he did every day. After putting food in Charlie's bowl, he left.

"Came in late last night."

He glanced up as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The old, Oriental lady that owned the apartment complex and rented it out was checking her mail.

"Did I wake you?" Brian asked, pulling his car keys from his pocket.

She shook her head, strands of gray hair moving back and forth like a curtain over her eyes. "You wake Ms. Rowbauker." she said.

"Oh, tell the lovely widow I sincerely apologize." Brian said, rolling his eyes -- Ms. Rowbauker was always complaining. "It'll never happen again."

He pushed open the heavy door, and as he stepped outside, expecting to take in the smell of the Minnesota air, he was surprised to say the least when he smelled salt. It was the vague scent of ocean air -- or how he'd imagine it would smell, at least; and strangely, it was the most familiar scent he could remember.

He shook his head; he was going crazy. Maybe his mom had been right when she'd said he needed to get some professional help.

~x~

Zack Baker's jade eyes were fixed on the stain on the once cream colored curtains as he gnawed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. The bed shifted behind him, and he rolled onto his back, glancing at the blond next to him.

"You had another dream, didn't you?" Valary asked.

He nodded, looking up at the ceiling. She shifted, propping herself up on her elbow.

"Tell me about it." she said, keeping her voice soft so as not to wake Ashlyn, who was on her other side.

"Basically the same as the others." Zack whispered. "We're on a beach...he promised he'd stay with me."

"Did you get to see him this time?" she asked.

"No, just his eyes." Zack replied slowly, he reached up and rubbed at his eyes. "I'm cracking up, Val."

She shook her head. "No," she said. "I just think what you do is getting to you..."

He nodded, looking at her again. "Tonight's my turn though." he said.

"You should let me do it." she quickly said. "I'm sure Matt'll make an exception."

Zack snorted. "You know he won't." he said. "And besides; it's that really rich guy -- the one who specifically asks for me. I just have to do anything he asks, and he'll give me more money than normal -- you know that."

Valary sighed, and she shook her head. "Why do we go along with Matt says?" she asked. "Besides the fact that he gives us this shitty ass apartment to live in."

Zacky shrugged as best as he could laying down. "'Cause we fear him." he said shortly. "Or maybe I speak for myself."

Valary nodded, and laid down next to him again, draping an arm over his bare chest.

"Don't worry." she said softly. "You'll find him someday -- and he'll take you away from this life you know."

In you and I there's a new land,
Angels in flight
My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away

So yeah, this is just the prologue.
Give this story a chance, please.
Comments?

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-13T10:17:00

2006-05-13T14:18:56Z

Title;; Summer Stars
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Matt // Original Male Character
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. Matt Sanders is having a very uneventful summer, but he meets someone who can change that.
Disclaimer;; As many times as Matt has written me about making this possible, I still don't own him.
Dedication;; This is for my Life Partner, a7x_murderscene cause we both love OMC fics. And I love her, duh. We rock this joint.

01 | 02 | 03

Kieran wasn't the one in the magazine, just to clear things up...but yeah, keep reviewing! =D

Summer Stars

Chapter 04

Matt pulled up to the curb, and was almost surprised when he saw Kieran sitting on his front stoop. The younger man was now wearing a different pair of jeans -- a more suggestive pair -- and a faded Slayer shirt (Matt was beginning to like this kid more and more). Kieran stood, quickly making his way to the Stratus, and as he slid into the passenger seat, his face broke into a wide grin.

"Hey." he said, leaning over and giving the older man a quick kiss.

Matt grinned. "Hey," he said. "Nice shirt."

Kieran looked down as though he'd forgotten what he was wearing. "Thanks." he said. "Had it since I was twelve."

Matt pulled away from the younger man's house. "I can tell."

Kieran gave him a smirk, but the two fell silent. After a moment, Kieran leaned up and turned on the radio as if he were already that comfortable with Matt -- that was a good sign. The familiar tune of "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains filled the car.

"I love this song." Kieran said with emphasis as he gazed out the window. "It's so..." he trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Sexy?" Matt suggested.

Kieran snapped his fingers, throwing a grin at Matt. "Exactly." he said. "It's a sexy song."

Matt smirked. "So where would you like to go?" he asked.

"Hmm, nothing too big." Kieran answered. "Where's a good place at three in the afternoon?"

Matt paused briefly. "The Double T Diner has some good milkshakes?" he offered.

"Great." Kieran said with a smile.

The two fell silent again, and Matt drove to the diner. They spent close to two hours mostly talking to each other, among eating fries and drinking shakes. Kieran set the large silver cup down, and gave a short noise.

"I think if I drink anymore of that I'm gonna be sick." he said.

Matt laughed and lounged back, stretching his arms on the booth. "Well, it already surprises me that you've had three of them and are just now feeling sick." he said. "I'm sure you could finish the fourth one off."

Kieran leaned up like a child, and peered into the cup which was a little over half full. He shook his head, and sat back. "No way." he said. "I want to ralph just thinking about it."

"How charming." Matt said jokingly.

Kieran grinned, and glanced out the window, subconsciously kneading his stomach with his knuckles. Realizing that Matt'd fallen silent, he turned back to him.

"What?" he asked.

"You." Matt replied quietly. "You're so cute."

Kieran blushed lightly. "No, I'm not." he said.

"Don't contradict me." Matt said with a grin.

Kieran smirked, reaching up to grab the straw in his cup and slowly stir the contents around, looking at the table. "Can I ask you something?" he asked.

"Anything." Matt responded.

"Do you...only like me cause you thought I was in an issue of Bad Puppy?" he asked.

Matt laughed. "Of course not." he said. "I'd like you even less if you posed in a nudie magazine."

"Good." Kieran said, looking relieved. "'Cause I hate that magazine."

"Why?" Matt asked, pulling out his pack of cigarettes.

"Long, uninteresting story." Kieran said, before changing the subject. "How're you single?"

Matt lit his cigarette, and placed it between his lips, thinking for a moment. "Haven't really had time to meet anyone over the summer." he said.

Kieran studied the table. "No highschool sweetheart?"

Matt smirked. "Nope." he said. "I'm probably gonna sound like a jackass, but in school all I was looking for was fun -- no serious relationships for me."

Kieran grinned, lifting his gaze. "So in other words," he said, looking very cat-like. "You were a player."

Matt laughed, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and shrugging. "In other words." he said .

Kieran grinned, and looked around the diner.

"Getting bored?" Matt asked.

Kieran smirked at him, and he lifted his shoulders in a cute fashion. "With you?" he asked. "Never."

Matt felt himself flush at the way Kieran was looking at him; lustfully. "I want to be alone with you." he said. "Any ideas?"

Kieran grinned. "Well my mom and stepdad are home; don't think they'd like it too much." he said. "Your parents?"

"My mom's home." Matt said, not wanting to say anything about his father.

Kieran got the point, and he gave an exaggerated shrug. "Well what a shame." he said.

"Hotel." Matt blurted out suddenly, and he blushed again for his outburst. "I mean..you know...we'd be alone."

Kieran grinned. "Sounds fun." he said. "Take me away, He-Man."

Matt laughed. "On one condition." he said, and Kieran raised his eyebrows. "Don't call me He-Man."

"Alright, fine." Kieran said sliding out of the booth. "Does Hulk work for you?"

Matt climbed out of the booth as well and playfully smacked the back of Kieran's head. Then without a word, he started toward the front of the diner to pay.

~x~

Kieran dove for the bed in the center of the room, and when he landed, he rolled over onto his back to smirk at Matt who was shutting the door of their hotel room. He'd been suddenly overcome with a sense of awkwardness -- he felt like he was back in tenth grade when he lost his virginity to Jennifer Styles -- only one of the most popular cheerleaders in the eleventh grade.

"You look flushed." Kieran said, his tone playful. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Fine." Matt answered, slowly nearing the bed. "Do I look alright?"

"You look..." Kieran lips pouted as he thought. "Like someone who's definitely not gay."

Matt laughed. "You're going to throw that in my face all the time aren't you?" he asked.

Kieran giggled, propping himself up on his elbows. "Come on," he said. "I was surprised you hadn't returned on Saturday wearing a homemade shirt that said: "NOT GAY" in big red letters or something."

Matt laughed, and shook his head, hoping his face wasn't as red as it was hot. How could Kieran make him feel this way?

"Matt," the younger man said, suddenly serious.

The other man raised a brow in question.

"Take your shirt off."

Matt swallowed, and grabbed the bottom of his black muscle shirt. Keeping his eyes trained on Kieran's, he slowly peeled off the thin garment, dropping it to the floor. He'd never try to sound fatheaded -- but he loved his body. He felt it was his best aspect. And by the way Kieran's eyes traveled over his torso, he knew the kid wasn't disappointed.

The older man suddenly grinned. "You next." he said in a low tone.

Kieran mirrored the grin and stood up, grabbing the bottom of his shirt as Matt had done. He pulled it off without haste, dropping it to the floor as well, and Matt's eyes traveled over him slowly. He wasn't big; but he was nicely toned. He had a perfect tan -- a natural tan. Matt's hazel gaze lifted and he met Kieran's dancing eyes.

"Now your pants." the younger man said, smirking.

Matt grinned at him, undoing his belt. A ringing silence filled the room, and Matt undid both the button and the zipper, before he dropped his pants, kicking them and his shoes off. As virginal as Kieran made him feel, he'd never feel uncomfortable with any part of his body. He watched the kid's gaze flicker over his quickly hardening erection, before the younger man grinned, and started on his own pants.

Within moments, they were both completely naked, standing not three feet away from each other, gazes locked.

"Sure you want to do this?" Kieran asked.

"More than anything." Matt said.

The younger man leaned in and the two kissed passionately. Matt slid his large arms around Kieran's waist, pulling their bare bodies together. The next few moments seemed to pass in slow motion, he backed Kieran up to the bed, and the two laid down, their lips never leaving one another's. Shifting most of his weight to one propped elbow, Matt's free hand moved down Kieran's side affectionately, as he tangled his tongue with the younger man's.

Kieran's hands moved slowly up Matt's back, the palms pressing forcefully against the taut muscle. Matt broke the kiss to take a deep breath, and he searched Kieran's eyes, for what he didn't know. The younger man smiled at him, and pulled him down for another kiss.

In a moment, the larger man'd ended up between Kieran's legs, and he was starting to feel awkward again.

"Stop thinking so much." Kieran said. "Just go with it."

Matt leaned down, not wanting to say something stupid and ruin the moment, and he pressed his lips firmly to Kieran's. When he sat up again, he spit into his hand -- he'd done chicks anally, guys couldn't be too much different. Kieran relaxed back slightly, watching as though he were watching a movie or something, and Matt quickly covered his thick cock in his saliva.

He looked back up at Kieran when he was lining himself up, grip tightening on the younger man's hipbones.

"I have to ask; you have done this before, right?"

Kieran smiled; it wasn't one of his cheeky grins, it was one of his adorable smiles. "Yes." he said. "A few times."

Matt leaned down and buried his face in the spot between Kieran's neck and shoulder; he fit so perfectly there. He slowly moved his hips forward, and as the head of his cock entered Kieran's ass, the two of them held their breath. The younger man shifted around beneath him, getting used to Matt's size, and the older man lifted his head so the two could kiss.

When his dick was completely inside of the younger man, Matt paused for a moment. As he started to pull out though, Kieran bit Matt's collarbone before letting out a whisper that urged the larger man to go faster. Complying with Kieran's demands, Matt quickened his movements, thrusting into the younger man sharply.

"Oh God," Kieran said suddenly, hips moving upwards. "Right there, Matt."

Matt made a mental note to send a thank you card to his Health teacher, before he angled another thrust directly into Kieran's prostate, causing the younger man's hips to jerk upwards again. The larger man pushed his tongue into Kieran's mouth, exploring this territory as if it were new, as he continued to angle his merciless thrusts.

After a moment, one of Kieran's hands slid from Matt's strong back, and the younger man started to stroke himself, his movements speedy. Matt glanced down at this, and groaned when he saw it, unable to help himself. Kieran let out a breathless laugh and he scratched his other hand up Matt's back, getting the older man to give a throaty noise again.

Matt kissed him again, and Kieran bit at his lip ring, using it to playfully tug on Matt's bottom lip, as well as drive the older man crazy. Matt slowed his thrusting, but what he began to lack in speed, he made up for in power. He thrust almost harshly into the younger man, and Kieran moaned into his mouth; then he pulled out at a slow pace, as though wanting Kieran to savor the feeling of his cock leaving his ass.

As he thrust sharply into the smaller man again, he broke the kiss to look down at Kieran's groin. It had to be just like getting himself off, right?

He reached down with one hand, and shooed Kieran's own hand away. Then he wrapped his fingers around the younger man's dick. A noise that could only be considered a whimper left the smaller man, and Matt felt a groan stir in the back of his throat at that whimper alone.

Matt slowly started to stroke Kieran, trying to get used to the feeling of another man's cock in his hand, as well as trying to keep a steady pace with his hip movements. Kieran groaned, nails digging into Matt's back, and he bit the older man's broad neck softly.

The smaller man had started pushing his hips upwards again, his body coming off of the mattress to not only meet Matt's thrusts, but his strokes as well. They'd created their own rhythm, their bodies meeting -- fitting nicely.

Matt left a trail of hot kisses down Kieran's neck, to the base of his throat, where he bit and sucked at the soft flesh, which was dampened with sweat. The younger man groaned once more, saying Matt's name after the long, gutteral noise, and Matt concurred.

Kieran reached up, tangling his fingers in Matt's hair, and he said something in the older man's hear. Matt was only able to catch a curse, 'God', and 'ready'. Piecing those words together, he rightfully assumed that Kieran was practically there.

He could feel his own orgasm approaching though, so he didn't mind. He thrust deeply into the smaller man, and when Kieran's body jerked, meaning he'd hit the younger man's prostate, he paused, keeping his cock against Kieran's spot.

The other man moaned again, turning it into a mewl as Matt's hand moved forcefully over his dick. He said the older man's name breathlessly, before his body spasmed, and he came onto his lower stomach, some of his juices landing to slide down Matt's knuckles.

Before he'd met Kieran, Matt might've been positively grossed out by this -- just because it was another dude, but now he ignored it; just happy that he'd made the younger man climax.

He thrust into Kieran a few more times, before his body stiffened up, back straightening. He bit Kieran's shoulder, throwing his hips forward sharply, dick burying itself deep with the smaller man, and as his orgasm racked his body, he gave a great primal noise in his chest.

He emptied himself into Kieran, and when he was finished, he collapsed on top of the younger man, breathing heavily. The younger man ran his hands up and down Matt's back slowly, affectionately, and he lightly kissed Matt's cheek.

The two needn't say anything, the smell of sweat and sex in the room was as evident as their feelings for each other.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-11T23:01:00

2006-05-12T03:02:27Z

Title;; Summer Stars
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Matt // Original Male Character
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. Matt Sanders is having a very uneventful summer, but he meets someone who can change that.
Disclaimer;; As many times as Matt has written me about making this possible, I still don't own him.
Dedication;; This is for my Life Partner, a7x_murderscene cause we both love OMC fics. And I love her, duh. We rock this joint.

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Reviewers, keep doing what you do best. I love you dudes. And this chapter; yeah...I don't like it, but you might?

Summer Stars

Chapter 03

Matt led Kieran to his dark blue Stratus (his mom's old car) which was parked in the lot of Sunny's Surplus, and he ushered Kieran into the backseat. The younger man crawled over enough to give Matt enough room to climb in with him, and no sooner than the car door had shut, their lips were on one another's. Matt lounged back in his seat, as Kieran slid one arm around his neck, sitting as close to him as he could get, without actually being on top of him, their tongues battling for dominance.

The kid ran a hand down Matt's chest, able to feel the tense muscles beneath the thin material of his tee shirt. He reached Matt's jeans, and popped the button with ease.

"You still don't have to do this." Matt said, breaking the kiss.

Kieran grinned, pulling the zipper down. "Then why'd you bring me to your car?" he asked playfully -- he was nothing like Matt had first imagined; looks could be deceiving.

The older man gave a sigh-type noise, grabbing Kieran's chin, and pulling him in for a kiss. The younger man wasted no time in sliding his hand down Matt's pants, letting the older man's tongue win, and slip greedily into his mouth. He wrapped his fingers around Matt's large cock, and Matt took a quick breath, keeping their kiss as inact as he could manage. Sure, he'd gotten handjobs, blowjobs, sex, titty-fucks -- you name it -- but it'd all been with girls. Being with a guy was a completely new experience.

Kieran bit at Matt's lip ring, slowly starting to stroke the older man inside his jeans. He teasingly sucked on Matt's bottom lip, tracing the most prominent vein on the other man's dick. Matt groaned in his throat, not knowing what he enjoyed more -- the soft, gentle strokes, or the affectionate nibbles his lip was receiving. The younger man suddenly broke the kiss, breathing deeply, and he looked down to see what he was doing.

He pulled the older man's cock from its confines, keeping his fingers tightly around it, and he started to stroke Matt quicker, using the older man's precum to make his movements smoother. Matt took a deep breath, letting his head fall back, and he caught the smell of Kieran's shampoo -- coconuts. He loved that smell, though he'd never admit it. He reached up with one hand to comb his fingers through Kieran's soft locks.

The younger man ran his thumb forcefully over the helmet of Matt's cock, and a short noise left the older man again. Kieran lifted his head, and pressed his lips to Matt's again, lightly squeezing the other man's dick, getting Matt to moan into his mouth.

Kieran broke the kiss with a grin, moving his lips to Matt's neck. He bit the other man's skin roughly, before slowly maneuvering himself, moving down Matt's body. The older man felt his breathing hitch.

"Kieran," he said. "You don't --"

The younger man shushed him, green eyes flickering up to meet Matt's. He threw him a taunting little smirk before snaking his tongue out, and just barely flicking it over the head of Matt's cock. The older man tangled his fingers in Kieran's hair, and he let a sigh escape him as the younger man wrapped his lips around the head of his cock.

Matt groaned as Kieran swallowed his length almost expertly. Maybe -- too expertly. Matt's mind drifted back to the Bad Puppy magazine, the green eyed catcher with the lip gloss. He quickly shook his head, throwing that thought aside, and looked back down at Kieran, who was just moving his mouth around the older man's cock again.

Matt groaned, he could practically feel the younger man's throat muscles loosening and tightening to make room for his size, and he raked his fingers through Kieran's hair again, knowing that his orgasm was already on its way.

Matt's cock just barely hit the back of Kieran's throat, and the younger man let out a short noise. Matt moaned, his head falling back again at the vibrating sensation that racked his lower abdominal senses.

"Jesus." Matt said, the only word that he could manage.

Kieran gave another throaty noise, and Matt felt his hips slowly push upwards. He could feel his climax starting to snake through his stomach, and he said Kieran's name in a short breath. This kid made him feel like a virgin again, and he didn't even know why.

His hips moved upwards again, and he felt the head of his cock once more brush against the back of Kieran's throat. He let out a string of words, hoping that they somehow formed a coherent sentence to warn the younger man of his orgasm.

Kieran sat up slightly, removing his mouth from Matt's cock, and grabbing it again with one of his hands. His quick movements, eased by now a combination of precum and spit, caused Matt to writhe in the seat. After a few more smooth pumps from the younger man, Matt reached the brink, and he came, holding his breath, and dropping his head back again.

After Matt had regained a normal breathing pattern, the two cleaned up in silence. Leftover napkins from some fast food joint were retrieved from Matt's glovebox, and Kieran wiped his hand off, throwing Matt a smirk. The older man watched as the kid tossed it out one of the open windows, and then Kieran sat back in the seat, running his fingers through his hair. He definitely looked like a pro.

Matt leaned over and pressed his lips firmly to the younger man's. Kieran smiled, sliding his arms around Matt's neck.

"You didn't have to do that." Matt said, voice still husky, as he placed soft kissed to Kieran's jaw bone.

"I wanted to." the younger man said.

Matt bit gently at Kieran's neck a few times, before he stopped, keeping his face buried in the space between Kieran's neck and shoulder.

"Kieran." he said slowly.

"Yeah?"

"If you were...a pornstar..you'd tell me right?"

Kieran burst out laughing, and Matt sat up to look at the sight -- he really did love Kieran's smile. The younger man's eyes danced, and he shook his head.

"Dude, what the Hell drug did you slip yourself when I wasn't looking?" he asked. "Me? A pornstar?"

Matt shrugged, grinning sheepishly.

"Man, if I was a pornstar," Kieran said, "I wouldn't be living in this shitty-ass town. I'd be off in California or some shit, making a buttload of money." He eyed Matt suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"

Matt shrugged again. "No reason." he said.

Kieran grinned and quickly swung a leg over Matt's lap, straddling him. "Why'd you ask?" he asked, grabbing the older man's wrists when Matt tried to slide his arms around the younger man's waist.

"I just wanted to know." Matt said, with a laugh. "Excuse my curiosity."

Kieran laughed. "Curiosity my ass." he said. "What gay porn were you watching that you thought it was me, Mr. Not Gay?"

Matt felt his face slowly heat up, and he looked down. "I was...reading..." he said. "Bad Puppy."

Kieran started laughing again. "Ew." he said. "Out of all of them, you chose that one? That one's so gay -- in the worst possible way."

Matt grinned, and lifted his gaze. A moment of silence filled the car, and he put on a serious expression. "So you didn't put on lip gloss and pose with a Nick Carter wannabe?"

Kieran laughed, and lightly hit Matt in the chest. "Can't believe you were reading a Bad Puppy -- where the Hell'd you get it?"

"I found it." Matt said grinning. "In the dumpster, just behind the store."

Kieran laughed again, but he suddenly seemed to remember something, and he looked at his watch. "Fuck." he said. "I have to get out of here, my mom'll flip."

"Where do you live?" Matt asked as Kieran moved off of him.

"Right down the street." the younger man said with a nod. "Don't worry, I can walk."

"No; I can give you a ride." Matt said quickly.

Kieran grinned, and shook his head, leaning over to kiss Matt quickly. "No, don't worry about it." he said. "Just call me." He slapped one of the leftover napkins on Matt's nap -- where he'd already written his phone number -- he was a tricky one, that was for sure.

Matt nodded. "Okay." he said, almost like a zombie.

Kieran grinned at him again, before he opened the door and slid out of the car. Matt watched out the window as the younger man quickly made his way through the parking lot, moving swiftly. Then the older man gave a sigh and put his head back again, overcome with how tired he suddenly felt.

Well, there you go, Mr. Not Gay, he thought to himself, You're falling for a man.

~x~

Matt opened his eyes, and his brow furrowed as he caught sight of the back of the driver's seat of the Stratus. After a long moment, he realized he was still in the backseat of his car. Sunlight was pouring in through the windows, and he was already sweating. He sat up slowly, reaching up to wipe the drool from his cheek, and he sighed, looking down at his watch. It was already noon; he felt like a bum.

He climbed into the front seat, not caring that he almost broke the console when he stepped on it. As he fished around in his pocket for his keys, he found the napkin Kieran'd wrote his number on, and he smiled to himeslf. He hated to admit it, but he was infatuated.

He left the parking lot, starting on the normal route to his house, and as he was driving down the road, he casually looked around, vaguely wondering which house was Kieran's. As if by some magic power, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar, lanky form standing outside in the front yard of a house in front of him. He slowly pulled to a stop outside the ugly, one level house, and he climbed out, placing one of his arms on the roof of his car.

Kieran was standing behind a lawnmower, wearing a pair of faded jeans, and a wife-beater that was sticking to him from sweat. His hair was matted to his forehead, and Matt had never seen anything he liked more -- and he'd seen Victoria Hanson's double D breasts back in highschool.

Kieran glanced up, and a smile broke his face as he noticed it was Matt. He quickly turned the mower off and started down the small slope that was his yard.

"Dude, you slept in your car, didn't you?" he asked when he reached the sidewalk.

Matt nodded slowly, walking around the back end of the car. "You could tell?"

Kieran gave a short laugh. "You look like shit, man." he said. He reached up and lightly patted at Matt's hair. "And you have this clump of hair that is really being stubborn."

Matt grabbed Kieran's wrist lightly. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you." he said. "I woke up in a small puddle of my own drool this morning -- afternoon."

Kieran grinned, but reclaimed his hand. "Hubba hubba." he said, raising an eyebrow, then he laughed again. "So not only did you fall asleep in your car, but you fell asleep in Sunny's parking lot?"

Matt scratched the back of his head. "Yeah," he answered slowly. "What can I say? You wore me out."

Kieran grinned. "And we didn't even do what I wanted us to do." he said in a low tone.

Matt cleared his throat, feeling his face slowly start to heat up again. "Anyway," he said awkwardly. "I was thinking maybe we could go out for something to eat...or something.."

"Not like this I hope?" Kieran said. "Me all dirty and smelling of sweat -- and you all haphazard and using drool for hair gel."

Matt laughed. "No, I meant I'd go home and take a shower." he said. "And stuff."

"And stuff?" Kieran asked. "Stuff in the shower? That'd be nice to see."

Matt felt himself blush again, but he mentally cursed himself. Matt Sanders did not blush.

"So yeah...I'm gonna go home." he said. "And I'll call you when I'm on my way, alright?"

Kieran nodded. "So can I have a time estimate?" he asked. "I am gay -- meaning I take a while to get ready."

Matt grinned. "Maybe an hour?" he said.

Kieran nodded again. "Sounds like a plan -- can't wait." he said.

Matt nodded, then the two kind of just stood there awkwardly. The older man threw a look both ways before he quickly leaned down and kissed Kieran.

"I'll see you later then." he said, before he turned and walked around his Stratus again.

Kieran grinned, backing up the grassy slope, and he made his way back to the lawnmower. He may have hated Matt when he first met him, but things had definitely changed.

Whew.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-09T22:00:00

2006-05-10T02:00:16Z

Title;; Summer Stars
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Matt // Original Male Character
Rating;; NC17 (later chapters)
Summary;; [AU]. Matt Sanders is having a very uneventful summer, but he meets someone who can change that.
Disclaimer;; As many times as Matt has written me about making this possible, I still don't own him.
Dedication;; This is for my Life Partner, a7x_murderscene cause we both love OMC fics. And I love her, duh. We rock this joint.

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Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. =D

Summer Stars

Chapter 02

Matt bounced his knee impatiently as he sat on the counter in Sunny's Surplus. Every night for that whole week, he'd closed his eyes and seen Kieran; the pouty smile, dancing green eyes -- he couldn't get away from the kid. He'd spent his whole Saturday trying to come up with what he'd say to Kieran when he saw him next -- if he saw him next. He glanced at his watch; ten forty; then he looked back at the front door. Nobody had come in for at least twenty minutes -- who bought outdoor goods at night anyway?

He hopped down from the counter deciding he was going to lock up early, when he caught sight of the trash bags by the back door that his boss had wanted him to take out. He cursed, having forgotten to do it earlier, and quickly went and grabbed the four bags -- he was Matt Sanders, he never made more than one trip.

He reached the dumpster out back, and wasted no time in throwing the bags into it, complaining to the night about how the trash truck really needed to pay them a visit; the dumpster was almost overflowing. He gave an accomplished sigh as he got rid of the last bag, but as he turned away, he stepped on something. It was the corner of a magazine that was just barely sticking out from underneath the dumpster. He couldn't tell what it was, but it didn't look damaged or anything. Thinking it was maybe a Playboy or a Hustler, he bent and picked it up.

"Bad Puppy?" he read to himself.

The little-to-no lighting outside provided him with just enough so that he could see a half naked, young guy on the front of the magazine. He opened it randomly, and his eyes widened when he turned to a page that had two naked, young guys -- one on top of the other. He quickly closed it and looked around as if expecting someone to be standing there watching; or maybe some random guy was hiding behind a tree with some binoculars or something. He cleared his throat, and folded the magazine, stuffing it into his back pocket.

He went back inside, but only to turn the lights off and stuff. It was only ten forty-seven, but he didn't care. Like every Saturday, he followed his routine -- locking the front door first, pulling the gate down, setting the alarm, and then heading for the back door. As he stepped back outside, he looked towards the dumpster as if waiting to see if there were more of these Bad Puppy magazines.

He quickly locked the door, and headed for that familiar worn trail. As he walked through the brush, crunching over the twigs and dead leaves, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket as well as some matches. He reached the small clearing, and quickly started up a fire, before sitting down on the stump. He looked around slowly, and pulled the magazine from his pocket.

He opened it again, this time starting at the beginning, and he slowly flipped through it, studying each picture intently. He wasn't gay; just curious -- there was nothing wrong with that, was there?

He reached another picture of two guys together, and for some reason felt himself getting turned on -- to say the least. He couldn't figure out why at first, until he looked at the guy who was on bottom; green eyes, pouty lips with some shiny gloss on them. He looked like a much more gay version of Kieran.

And suddenly, from behind him came footsteps. He tossed the magazine forward without thinking, and it landed in the fire, catching immediately and causing the flames to grow slightly, as it sent a bunch of burned magazine ashes into the air. A few landed on his knees and he quickly brushed them off before spinning to find Kieran himself, battling with a sticker bush that had grabbed a hold of his leg. He pulled himself free, and glanced up at Matt, brow furrowing.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Matt could only imagine his facial expression, having almost been caught getting hard at a gay porn magazine, and he pasted a smile on his face.

"Fine." he said, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a charred magazine bit on his shoulder. He slapped it away. "I'm just great."

Kieran didn't say anything, walking towards the large rock. Matt noticed that he was carrying a small paperback book, but he didn't catch the title. The younger man sat down quickly, and opened the book; looking as though he'd forgotten Matt was even there.

"Look," Matt said, shifting uncomfortably on the stump. "I'm sorry." he said slowly. "About last week."

Kieran didn't acknowledge the fact that Matt'd spoke, and the older man stood up, nearing the rock, as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I mean it." he said. "I'm sorry."

Again, silence. Matt rolled his eyes, dropping to a crouch in front of Kieran, who kept his green eyes focused on whatever he was reading. Matt placed his hands on each of the kid's knees -- this contact almost caused Kieran to jump.

"I'm being serious here." Matt said, tone raising slightly.

"Never said you weren't." Kieran said coldly, gaze still lowered.

Matt rolled his eyes, and he pulled the book out of Kieran's hands, tossing it to the ground. The younger man stared at him for a moment, eyes flashing, but he seemed to not know what to do or say. Finally, he managed:

"Fuckin' dickhead."

He shoved Matt harshly, but the older man had grabbed a hold of him, Kieran with him. The younger man cursed again, trying to pull himself off of Matt, but Matt held his shoulders tightly.

"Listen to me," he ordered. "I'm sorry I can't accept the fact that I liked kissing another guy -- but that doesn't mean we still can't be friends."

Kieran struggled a bit more, but Matt was too strong for him. "Yes it does." he said.

"How so?"

The younger man struggled some more, before he finally collapsed on top of Matt, as if accepting his place in the other man's arms.

"I don't know." he said shortly.

A long silence fell over them, in which the only sounds they could hear were the crickets chirping, and their slow breathing. Matt let go of Kieran, and the kid rolled off of him, laying down next to him, and staring at the sky. He took a breath to say something, and Matt waited -- but there was a long pause before any word was actually spoken.

"So you liked it, then?" Kieran asked softly. "The kiss I mean."

Matt nodded. "Yes." he answered stiffly.

Kieran rolled over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. He looked at the ground, and started tracing designs in the dirt.

"I kind of...lied to you." he said softly. "When I told you I wasn't gay."

"You are?" Matt asked, glancing over at the kid.

Kieran nodded after a moment, then his features seemed to harden. "I guess some people are just more comfortable with themselves than others are." he said.

Matt sighed. "You don't understand." he said, sitting up.

"Understand what?" Kieran asked.

Matt shook his head. "I'm not gay." It was like a record skipping in his head.

"Just stop." Kieran half-exclaimed. "So what if you aren't gay? You just admitted that you liked the kiss."

Matt opened his mouth, but stopped, unable to think of a response. He turned and looked down at Kieran who was studying him from his back on the ground.

"Matt," the younger man said. "Kiss me."

He wasn't asking, he was ordering the older man. Matt stared down into Kieran's dark green eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning forward. Their lips met, and like last week, it was as if an electrical current passed through their bodies.

Matt broke away slightly, but kept his face near Kieran's. They studied each other for a moment, before kissing again. As Matt's tongue slid between Kieran's lips slowly, the younger man snaked one arm around Matt's broad neck, and pushed himself up into the kiss.

But Matt suddenly broke the kiss, turning away from Kieran.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't do this."

Kieran dropped the arm that'd been around Matt's neck, and the older man sat up, feeling his face flush. He cursed himself as he ran his fingers through his hair. Kieran sat up beside him, and side-glanced him. He looked hurt, but he didn't say anything. After a second, Matt gave a great sigh.

"Come on," he said, lightly nudging the kid with his shoulder. "You've probably got dudes lined up to go out with you, man."

Kieran gave a snort. "Yeah, on what planet?" he asked.

Matt grinned, and flushed some more. "No, I mean it." he said, "You're really cute."

Kieran laughed, and Matt thought he saw a faint blush to the kid's cheeks. "No I'm not." he said.

"Yeah you are." Matt insisted. "Don't argue with me -- I'm older, and larger."

Kieran gave a laugh again. "Shut up." he said. "I'll argue with you whenever I want."

"Bitch...please." Matt said, the only thing he was able to come up with.

Kieran laughed again; this time it was more of a giggle. "Dude, that's like the gayest expression ever." he said. "You aren't gay; my ass."

Matt grinned sheepishly. "Shut up." he said.

"Or what?" Kieran asked playfully, elbowing him. "What're you gonna do about it?"

Matt lightly pushed Kieran back, and the younger man landed on his back again in the dirt. Matt was turned, facing him, and again their gazes locked and they studied each other. Kieran cleared his throat, shifting, and reaching down to play with the hem of his Ted Nugent shirt.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly. "You know...that you can't do this?"

Matt swallowed, and lowered his gaze. "Well." he said slowly. "I...don't know. I guess..I mean, I could probably --"

"Kiss me again." Kieran said.

Matt leaned down, a little more quickly than he should have and his forehead smacked against Kieran's. The other man groaned and reached up to rub at the spot where their skulls had collided.

"Jesus, He-Man." the younger man said.

Matt laughed, and felt his face heat up even more. He'd never even known a girl who made him blush like that. "He-Man?" he asked. "Gee, thanks."

Kieran laughed, but reached up and put his hand on the back of Matt's neck, before pulling him down slowly. The older man pushed his lips against Kieran's almost eagerly, and his tongue wasted no time in entering the younger man's warm mouth.

Matt was fighting with himself; the macho side of him was begging him to stop and leave Kieran, but then he knew that he'd be thinking about the kid nonstop again. He shifted on top of Kieran, but froze as he noticed that not only had his cock started to harden, but he could feel the younger man's erection as well.

"This is weird." he said, breaking the kiss.

Kieran smirked, turning a deep scarlet color. "I'm sorry." he said.

Matt studied him for a moment, then he shook his head. "Don't worry about it." he said, leaning down and continuing their kiss.

After a moment, Kieran rolled his hips upwards, holding onto Matt's thick hips. The older man broke away again, taking in a quick breath at the rush of pleasure that had coursed through his body.

"Do you want me to stop?" Kieran asked in a whisper.

Matt quickly shook his head, and Kieran rolled his hips upwards again. Matt took in another quick breath, and the younger man rolled him off of him. Now Matt was laying on his back, with Kieran beside him.

"Matt; do you like me?" he asked.

Matt nodded, and hesitated before he answered. "Yes."

The younger man leaned down and started kissing him again. One of his hands rested on Matt's abdomen, and he could feel the heat radiating from the kid's fingertips. Suddenly, Kieran's hand moved downwards.

"Kieran." Matt quickly said, tearing his mouth away from the younger man's. "You don't have to."

The younger man shushed him and kissed him again, sliding his hand down Matt's jeans. As much as Matt's conscience was telling him this was happening too soon; he didn't want to stop it. Kieran bit at the older man's lip ring, pushing his palm against Matt's prominent erection, which was still sheathed in the older man's boxers.

The older man reached down, suddenly stopping him.

"What's wrong?" Kieran asked.

"Not here." Matt said shortly. "Let's go to my car."

Yeah, cutting it off there cause it was starting to get long.
You guys probably got bored with it.

aprilatrocity @ 2006-05-08T16:33:00

2006-05-08T20:35:30Z

Title;; You're All I Need
Author;; aprilatrocity
Pairing;; Jimmy//Johnny
Rating;; R, maybe
Summary;; [AU]. Jimmy's in prison, and he writes this letter to Johnny. [Kinda Weird].
Disclaimer;; Motley Crue own the title, I own...nothing.

You're All I Need

November 15, 2005

Dear Johnny,

I'm writing to you because I have no other way to say these things; though I must admit, I do miss your voice more than anything I can ever remember missing. But I'm sure you'll understand.

Baby, you don't know what it's like here.

The walls are dank; the cell lonely. My mate has even left -- executed a few nights ago, in fact. Now I don't even have somebody to listen to me when I'm feeling like shit.

Every night, before I fall asleep, I try to imagine us in bed together, your small body pressed against mine as we held each other tightly. I could feel your heart beating; and moments like that made me want to tell you how perfect you were...how complete you made my life...fuck I miss you.

Your birthday's coming up; surprised that I remember? How could I forget?

I also remember the very first birthday of yours we spent together; the first night we made love.

You were seventeen, and I was the luckiest fuckin' guy on the face of this earth. We'd started off the night simple, putting in one of your favorite movies, "Cujo". I got bored with it quickly, being that I'd already watched it with you about a hundred times; but I'd kept my mouth shut -- no need to ruin your birthday.

But as if reading my mind, you turned away from the stupid dog on the TV, and within minutes we were getting pretty hot and heavy, remember?

And then, in one husky breath:

"Take me to my room."

Your whisper had excited me to no end, and there was no problem with me complying to your demands.

We'd reached your room, and you told me to keep the light off -- you hated the way you looked. I remember laughing at you, telling you that you were too gorgeous to say things like that. I'd turned on the light to find you blushing a deep scarlet color; god it was fucking adorable.

Just thinking about you gets me rock hard instantly; I miss you so much.

But back to that night; I love replaying it in my mind...

On came the light, and I'd pushed you roughly onto the mattress. Our clothes were stripped instantly, and I couldn't get enough of your kiss.

And as I moved my body against yours, sliding into your velvet warmth for the very first time -- I felt like I could've died right then and there, and I wouldn't have cared. You'd cried, but I hadn't been able to stop myself -- I'd been waiting for that moment ever since I'd met you when you were fourteen, and I eighteen.

After your tears, you'd fallen silent -- small breathy noises escaping you with each thrust I gave. The look on your face was contorted in discomfort as you tried to get used to this unknown feeling, and I kissed you deeply, passionately. Remember what you said after that kiss?

"I love you so much."

You'd only said you loved me one other time before that; and it'd been in a light, casual manner. I hadn't known how to take it -- but now as I think about you whispering those words, voice soft, I can't help but wish you were here with me. I wouldn't have done what I did, Johnny.

I wouldn't have fucked up the way I did; but it was bound to happen, was it not?

Do you remember what you said to me four months later?

"You're becoming clingy, Jim -- I need some room to fuckin' breathe."

Clingy? I'd laughed in your face. Clingy, right, James Sullivan, a clingy boyfriend.

I told you I just loved you that much. I told you I couldn't live without you in my life. I told you that I thought of you nonstop.

You'd been flattered; I'd been excited. And we shared another night of many, passionately wound up in one another, tangled in the sheets.

Sweat sliding down our bodies, hair matted to our foreheads, and lips glued to each other's.

You moaned my name, Jesus did I love hearing you moan.

I still do; I think about it when I shower, Johnny. The other guys laugh, but they're too chicken-shit to say anything. I don't care if I say another man's name in the shower; they're just jealous that they never got to feel what it was like to be inside of you.

I remember being surprised that I could feel a pulsing whenever I'd pushed my cock into you; your heartbeat. It drove me crazy. A primal sense burning in the back of my mind.

God, Johnny. Where did we go wrong?

Where the Hell did things turn to shit?

Oh yeah -- when you god damn cheated on me.

You know what made it worse, babe? The fact that it was with him. You knew how I felt about him, and yet that didn't stop you.

When we were younger, I'd admitted to you that I was jealous of him. Jealous of his body, his way with the ladies (and men, apparently), jealous of the way you liked him.

Do you remember what you told me?

What you fucking promised me?

You said you'd never go for a guy like that. You said I was crazy for thinking you wanted him. You promised me that I was the only man for you.

You can't just break promises like that Johnny!

Hey, you remember that night when I confronted you about it?

God, what a glorious moment, eh? Hah, you should've seen the look on your face; I'll never fucking forget it. I wake up with it on my mind. You'd looked so scared, so utterly petrified of my reaction -- I loved that feeling of power. I fucking loved it.

I loved that when I had you against the wall your breathing came out harsh and uncontrolled.

The way your tone heightened when you told me I was hurting you.

The way you whimpered when I said I didn't care.

I fucking love you.

Down to the floor you went, and I straddled your hips -- we'd always fit so perfectly together. You cried when I entered you; it was just like the first time baby, just like the first time.

And when I stood up, leaving you bruised, bloody, whining on the floor.

I waited for those words to come, I love you so much.

But instead you decided to piss me off.

"I hate you."

You spoke between a sob; a pathetic little fucking child noise. And that was when my anger snapped, you remember?

I threw everything I could find at you, haha. The lamp from your mom; god that made a great sound hitting the floor. I just love those breaking noises. I threw a candle at you, it made a nice thunking noise against your head which was already cut open from one of my punches from earlier.

You'd whimpered again.

That sound had really started to piss me off. You were so pathetic.

You remember what I said to you, when I was aiming your father's gun at you?

Remember my words?

"See you on the flip-side, sugar."

It was what you always said to me, remember? You'd said it to me once a long time ago jokingly, and I'd told you I liked the way you sounded saying it.

I'll never forget the look on your face as I said that...right before I pulled the trigger.

God Johnny, I miss you so much...

I can't wait to see you again...

Love forever,
Jimmy

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