When I'm Bored out of My Mind...
One Shot
Pairing: Flyrick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Zack Merrick or Matt Flyzik. As far as I know this never happened.
Warning: Telephone sex, dirty talk, masturbation
Summery: Zack loves being back on tour but he gets bored easily. Right now Zack is bored out of his mind until he gets a phone call...
A/N: This was requested kinda a long time ago but I didn't have any inspiration to write it. It kinda turned out different than I promised but I hope you guys like it. It's not the normal pairing I write. English is not my first language. So sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors. Great thanks to my beta-reader http://thanksforjackbarakat.tumblr.com/. Comment and you’ll make me very happy c:
my tumblr: http://sorry-n0ts0rry.tumblr.com/
Zack loved being back on tour. He got to play on stage again and see the fans, his best friends were by his sides again, he was still able to do his workouts in the truck. But sometimes Zack got bored, more bored than usual. Well at least before Matt left.
Nobody exactly knew but when the tour manager was still around weights weren't the only thing Zack had been lifting. Sometimes he would lift the skinny tour manager and push him against the bus, or a wall.
Zack and Matt were never something official but Zack still missed seeing the older boy and fooling around with him.
Right now was such a moment of boredom for Zack. There were about 10 minutes left before sound check. Not that Zack really needed a sound check but their new manager expected him to come anyway.
Zack was sitting alone in the back launch of the All Time Low tour bus. There was nothing on tv and the brown haired bassist was just staring blankly in front of himself... until his phone rang.
Zack shifted slightly and grabbed his phone from his back pocket.
"Hello?" he said, picking up.
"Hey Zack, its Matt," the voice on the other side of the line answered.
"Matt!" Zack exclaimed, suddenly sitting upright and listening with great interest.
"I'm happy to hear you too. I thought; why not give you a call. How have you been doing?" Matt asked.
"I'm fine, slightly bored right now. I miss you Matt," Zack said, smiling to himself when he heard the ex-tour manager laugh.
"I miss you too. But I think I know what you're missing the most."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Zack teased, he already knew the answer.
"Before I left you were never bored," Matt said and Zack could hear in his voice that he was grinning. "When you were bored you'd just shove me against a wall."
"Don't deny you liked it, Flyzik."
"To be honest Zack, I miss it too."
Zack smiled to himself but that smile quickly faded when Matt continued speaking, his voice deeper this time.
"I miss the feeling of you pushing inside me; my hips banging against whatever you'd pushed me up to."
The bassist's breath caught in his throat and he felt himself getting heavily turned on.
"You remember that one time someone almost caught me sucking you off. I miss that too, Zack. The feeling of your cock against the back of my throat."
"Flyzik you dick," Zack cursed, already breathing hard as he felt blood rusk to his cock. "I have no time for this; need to go to sound check in about ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is quite long, honey. Remember that one time I had your dick buried inside my throat and made you come within that amount of time."
Zack moaned at the memory and the husky tone in Matt's voice.
"I could do the same right now if I was there with you. First rub you through your tight jeans a bit-"
Zack bit his lip and tried to resist the urge to run his hand over the obvious bulge in his pants.
"-before getting on my knees in front of you and quickly undoing the button of your jeans, undoing the zipper with my teeth afterwards..."
"Matt... Fuck, you're such a tease," Zack moaned, his erection painful in his jeans.
"Slowly curl my fingertips around your jeans and the waistband of your boxers and just tug everything down. I'd hold your cock in my hand for a moment-"
"Aah, Matt... p-please," Zack moaned while he held the phone between his cheek and shoulder and quickly undid his pants so he could slide his hand inside.
"-before playing with your balls a little, you'd like that don't you? I just heard your zipper come down Zack," Matt's grinning was almost audible in his voice.
"It's your f-fault if I'm too late for sound check," Zack groaned.
Matt chuckled before continuing: "after playing with your balls I would lick one long stripe all the way up your dick. You imagining that Zacky? You feeling my tongue sliding all the way from your balls up to the head of your cock?"
"I-I hate you," Zack moaned as he started pumping himself.
"Love you too baby. Now I want you to imagine my face, I'm smiling up at you before taking the head of your dick in my mouth. You'd be leaking pre-cum already, like you always are when I get you all excited for a blow job." Matt moaned into the phone. "You'd taste so nice baby-."
Zack whimpered.
His hand was wrapped tight around his cock and the pace he was stroking himself with was torturously slow, he was so damn horny and hadn't gotten off in days.
The bassist's eyes were closed and he could clearly imagine Matt's face. The ex-tour manager would look up through his long eyelashes while having his pretty lips wrapped around Zack's dick.
"I wish I could taste you, Zack. I wish I was there with you."
Zack could hear Matt was also breathing heavier; he was probably turned on from Zack's moaning. But before the bassist could make a comment about it, Matt continued speaking:
"I'd take you so deep; your cock would hit the back of my throat. You know I wouldn't even choke, I'd just swallow around you and take you even deeper."
"Matt... Shit," Zack was biting his lip hard. He loosened the grip on his cock and started thrusting into his own hand, imagining it was Matt's mouth.
Matt moaned into the phone. "It's such a turn on when you moan for me, baby."
"Matt you dick, the next time I-I see you I'm sure gonna fuck that p-pretty ass of yours," Zack groaned, he felt his orgasm starting to build.
"Yes! Please Zack," the ex-tour manager moaned and Zack could clearly hear the sloppy wet sound of Matt's hand sliding over his own dick.
"Yes Zack... Shit I wanna feel you inside me -fuck wanna feel you stretching me, filling me up."
"Matt -aah, I-I..." the bassist moaned before digging his thumb into the slit and coming onto his stomach, Matt's whimpering and the thought of the other man touching himself while listening to Zack's voice was enough to pull the bassist over the edge.
"Zack... Aah -fuck," Matt moaned loud at the other side of the line. After a few little whimpers Zack heard the ex-tour manager come with a loud scream of his name.
"Fuck, Matt... That was so hot," the bassist said, breathing heavily.
Still panting Matt responded, "Yeah, it was. I miss you Zack."
"I miss you too, Matt," Zack smiled sadly to himself. "Next time we have a short break from tour I'm gonna come over, okay?"
"I'd love that." Zack could clearly hear in Matt's voice that he was smiling.
"Zack!?" a voice called from the front launch. "Where are you dude? We need you at sound check."
"Shit," Zack cursed under his breath. He clumsily pulled up his pants and pulled his shirt down.
"There you are," Rian said as he walked in. "Dude, everyone is looking for you, you're late for sound check."
"I-I, uh..." Zack's face was flushed red, the phone still pressed against his ear and he could feel the cum still on his stomach.
"Are you okay?" Rian asked.
Zack could hear Matt laugh at the other side of the phone line. "Yes of course, I-I'm coming right now."
Zack quickly mumbled a goodbye to Matt, hoping Rian hadn't heard it, and walked after the drummer to have his sound check.
Pairing: Flyrick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own Zack Merrick or Matt Flyzik. As far as I know this never happened.
Warning: Telephone sex, dirty talk, masturbation
Summery: Zack loves being back on tour but he gets bored easily. Right now Zack is bored out of his mind until he gets a phone call...
A/N: This was requested kinda a long time ago but I didn't have any inspiration to write it. It kinda turned out different than I promised but I hope you guys like it. It's not the normal pairing I write. English is not my first language. So sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors. Great thanks to my beta-reader http://thanksforjackbarakat.tumblr.com/. Comment and you’ll make me very happy c:
my tumblr: http://sorry-n0ts0rry.tumblr.com/
Zack loved being back on tour. He got to play on stage again and see the fans, his best friends were by his sides again, he was still able to do his workouts in the truck. But sometimes Zack got bored, more bored than usual. Well at least before Matt left.
Nobody exactly knew but when the tour manager was still around weights weren't the only thing Zack had been lifting. Sometimes he would lift the skinny tour manager and push him against the bus, or a wall.
Zack and Matt were never something official but Zack still missed seeing the older boy and fooling around with him.
Right now was such a moment of boredom for Zack. There were about 10 minutes left before sound check. Not that Zack really needed a sound check but their new manager expected him to come anyway.
Zack was sitting alone in the back launch of the All Time Low tour bus. There was nothing on tv and the brown haired bassist was just staring blankly in front of himself... until his phone rang.
Zack shifted slightly and grabbed his phone from his back pocket.
"Hello?" he said, picking up.
"Hey Zack, its Matt," the voice on the other side of the line answered.
"Matt!" Zack exclaimed, suddenly sitting upright and listening with great interest.
"I'm happy to hear you too. I thought; why not give you a call. How have you been doing?" Matt asked.
"I'm fine, slightly bored right now. I miss you Matt," Zack said, smiling to himself when he heard the ex-tour manager laugh.
"I miss you too. But I think I know what you're missing the most."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Zack teased, he already knew the answer.
"Before I left you were never bored," Matt said and Zack could hear in his voice that he was grinning. "When you were bored you'd just shove me against a wall."
"Don't deny you liked it, Flyzik."
"To be honest Zack, I miss it too."
Zack smiled to himself but that smile quickly faded when Matt continued speaking, his voice deeper this time.
"I miss the feeling of you pushing inside me; my hips banging against whatever you'd pushed me up to."
The bassist's breath caught in his throat and he felt himself getting heavily turned on.
"You remember that one time someone almost caught me sucking you off. I miss that too, Zack. The feeling of your cock against the back of my throat."
"Flyzik you dick," Zack cursed, already breathing hard as he felt blood rusk to his cock. "I have no time for this; need to go to sound check in about ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is quite long, honey. Remember that one time I had your dick buried inside my throat and made you come within that amount of time."
Zack moaned at the memory and the husky tone in Matt's voice.
"I could do the same right now if I was there with you. First rub you through your tight jeans a bit-"
Zack bit his lip and tried to resist the urge to run his hand over the obvious bulge in his pants.
"-before getting on my knees in front of you and quickly undoing the button of your jeans, undoing the zipper with my teeth afterwards..."
"Matt... Fuck, you're such a tease," Zack moaned, his erection painful in his jeans.
"Slowly curl my fingertips around your jeans and the waistband of your boxers and just tug everything down. I'd hold your cock in my hand for a moment-"
"Aah, Matt... p-please," Zack moaned while he held the phone between his cheek and shoulder and quickly undid his pants so he could slide his hand inside.
"-before playing with your balls a little, you'd like that don't you? I just heard your zipper come down Zack," Matt's grinning was almost audible in his voice.
"It's your f-fault if I'm too late for sound check," Zack groaned.
Matt chuckled before continuing: "after playing with your balls I would lick one long stripe all the way up your dick. You imagining that Zacky? You feeling my tongue sliding all the way from your balls up to the head of your cock?"
"I-I hate you," Zack moaned as he started pumping himself.
"Love you too baby. Now I want you to imagine my face, I'm smiling up at you before taking the head of your dick in my mouth. You'd be leaking pre-cum already, like you always are when I get you all excited for a blow job." Matt moaned into the phone. "You'd taste so nice baby-."
Zack whimpered.
His hand was wrapped tight around his cock and the pace he was stroking himself with was torturously slow, he was so damn horny and hadn't gotten off in days.
The bassist's eyes were closed and he could clearly imagine Matt's face. The ex-tour manager would look up through his long eyelashes while having his pretty lips wrapped around Zack's dick.
"I wish I could taste you, Zack. I wish I was there with you."
Zack could hear Matt was also breathing heavier; he was probably turned on from Zack's moaning. But before the bassist could make a comment about it, Matt continued speaking:
"I'd take you so deep; your cock would hit the back of my throat. You know I wouldn't even choke, I'd just swallow around you and take you even deeper."
"Matt... Shit," Zack was biting his lip hard. He loosened the grip on his cock and started thrusting into his own hand, imagining it was Matt's mouth.
Matt moaned into the phone. "It's such a turn on when you moan for me, baby."
"Matt you dick, the next time I-I see you I'm sure gonna fuck that p-pretty ass of yours," Zack groaned, he felt his orgasm starting to build.
"Yes! Please Zack," the ex-tour manager moaned and Zack could clearly hear the sloppy wet sound of Matt's hand sliding over his own dick.
"Yes Zack... Shit I wanna feel you inside me -fuck wanna feel you stretching me, filling me up."
"Matt -aah, I-I..." the bassist moaned before digging his thumb into the slit and coming onto his stomach, Matt's whimpering and the thought of the other man touching himself while listening to Zack's voice was enough to pull the bassist over the edge.
"Zack... Aah -fuck," Matt moaned loud at the other side of the line. After a few little whimpers Zack heard the ex-tour manager come with a loud scream of his name.
"Fuck, Matt... That was so hot," the bassist said, breathing heavily.
Still panting Matt responded, "Yeah, it was. I miss you Zack."
"I miss you too, Matt," Zack smiled sadly to himself. "Next time we have a short break from tour I'm gonna come over, okay?"
"I'd love that." Zack could clearly hear in Matt's voice that he was smiling.
"Zack!?" a voice called from the front launch. "Where are you dude? We need you at sound check."
"Shit," Zack cursed under his breath. He clumsily pulled up his pants and pulled his shirt down.
"There you are," Rian said as he walked in. "Dude, everyone is looking for you, you're late for sound check."
"I-I, uh..." Zack's face was flushed red, the phone still pressed against his ear and he could feel the cum still on his stomach.
"Are you okay?" Rian asked.
Zack could hear Matt laugh at the other side of the phone line. "Yes of course, I-I'm coming right now."
Zack quickly mumbled a goodbye to Matt, hoping Rian hadn't heard it, and walked after the drummer to have his sound check.