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Title: Move Along
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Johnny // Zacky
Rating: NC17 -- Maybe an R because it's kind of mild
Summary: [AU]. They became obsessed with each other; they were meant to be. [Lame Summary for a Lame Fic]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, obviously.
You kind of have to believe in love at first sight with this fic. It's really weird, but hey, I wrote it at four in the morning, give me a break.
Move Along
Johnny
I walked passed the card store every day. Not because I had to; not because it was a shortcut or anything. I walked passed it because of him. Every day, I got off work at five o' clock. Every day, I took the long way home, and walked slowly. When I'd reach the card shop, I'd stare in the window as I walked, and I'd keep staring until I couldn't continue to stare. He never noticed, thankfully. He was usually pretty busy staring at the counter-top, watching the clock, playing games on his cell phone, or inconspicuously trying to pick his nose.
This insipid man, this nose-picker, was the object of my affection.
It all started the one day when I'd thought I might save time in taking this way. Me and my brainiac ideas. As I'd been grumping to myself about how much longer this way was taking, I'd thrown a glance in the window, and stopped. Average height, dark shaggy hair, skin-tight jeans, and face piercings. Need I say more? Yes?
He had cat's eyes, they were a dull, yet intriguing shade of green, and he lined them thickly -- normally I didn't like when men wore make-up, but he made it work. His lips were pouty, perfect, the bottom one pierced twice in a snakebite. His other piercing was a horseshoe in his septum, one not common in our area, but it didn't look bad on him. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he looked like he should have been modeling for Hot Topic, or playing in a rock band, not working at a card shop.
In every sense imaginable, he was beautiful.
"Just talk to him, man."
I rolled my eyes, and stopped shaving for a moment, turning to the shower where Jimmy, my roommate, stepped out -- wrapping a thin towel around his thin hips. We'd been best friends since ninth grade.
"It's not that easy." I replied, before turning back to the mirror.
"Dude -- yeah it is." Jimmy said, turning on the sink and grabbing his toothbrush. "Today, when you get off work, just waltz in there and say something to him."
"And what exactly do I say?" I asked.
"I don't fuckin' know," Jimmy said, squeezing some toothpaste onto the brush. "But if I have to listen to you whine about him anymore, I'll talk to him my god damned self."
Jimmy's words repeated in my head -- 'just talk to him' -- as I stood outside the card shop later that day. I wanted to talk to him, believe me, but you can't just talk about anything.
I couldn't just go in there: "Heyy, what's goin' on? Do you have a mirror in your pocket, cause I can see myself in your pants."
I vaguely tried to imagine what he'd do if I said that to him. Would he slap me? Would he punch me? Kiss me? Call the cops? I gave an aggravated growl-like noise, and pulled open the door, swallowing hard, and trying to ignore my dry throat. I walked straight up to the counter, and placed my hands on top of it.
"Good afternoon?" he said, a puzzled look on his face as his brow furrowed.
"Hi," I said stiffly. "I'm Johnny."
He studied me for the longest time, and I didn't know what to do. I had the terrible thought that I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life. But then, my heart leaped as he smiled.
Zacky
When I'd seen him standing outside and practically talking to himself, I'd known he wasn't coming in for a birthday card for dear ol' granny. The fact that he'd come in to talk to me (of all people) made me smile. He was a cute guy; shorter than I, with choppy dyed hair, and a nose ring. His body was immature, but I knew that he was around my age.
When he introduced himself, I couldn't help but grin. I felt like I was back in school -- nobody ever made me feel like that lately.
"I'm Zack."
And it all started from there.
Johnny
I went back the next day, and the next day, each day staying longer so that Zack and I could have a nice conversation. But on the fourth day, I decided that I was gonna go for the gold.
"Zacky," I said, using what I'd taken to calling him for some reason. "What are you doing tonight?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of the door opening behind me distracted him, and he looked over my shoulder.
"Zacky-baby." a raspy voice said.
He was tall, buff, and had dimples. Dimples! His lip ring fit perfectly, and his hazel eyes had an intense burn to them. How on earth would anyone as great as Zack choose me over Mr. Dimples.
My world had just come crashing down. I did the only thing I could think to do -- I left.
Zacky
He didn't come back the next day, or the next day, each day deciding to find a different route. But on the fourth day, he must've felt compelled to come by, because I saw him outside. My stomach lurched and I bolted for the door -- I knew I was with Matt, but there was something about this awkward, and articulate man that I felt magnetized to -- it was like love at first sight.
"Johnny."
He ignored me, and I followed, completely abandoning my post at the store, and glancing around hoping that Matt hadn't decided to randomly pop up like the day Johnny'd asked me out. I caught up with the other man, and grabbed his arm, turning him to face me. For a moment, neither of us said anything, and we just stared at each other.
"Johnny," I repeated. "Take me to your place."
Johnny
The next command issued from Zacky's perfect lips went something like this:
"Make love to me."
He lay beneath me, naked, and breathing deeply. My bare body rested on top of his, and we just stared into each other's eyes. I'd known from day one that I felt something for this man, but to have him now underneath of me, giving me the same look I gave him -- it was enough to drive a man mad.
I pressed my lips to his softly, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. I'd already layered on a good amount of lubricant, and I was already in position, but we needed things to be perfect. I bit one of his lip rings, pulling that perfect bottom lip into my mouth, and he let out a short noise in the back of his throat.
As I pushed my cock into him, he arched his back slowly, a sensual act that made me go wild inside. I moved my mouth to his neck, glancing at his expression. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, and there was a rosy complexion to his normally pale face. It was beautiful.
Zacky
It was what I'd always wanted. Johnny made me feel different than Matt made me feel. Johnny made me feel good about myself; he made me feel wanted.
I clawed at his back as he moved within me, burying himself deeper and deeper. And I moaned his name as I felt his dick brush against my prostate. His teeth grazed my neck, and I gave a mewl.
I'd known from the day he'd introduced himself to me that I felt something for this man, and to have him ontop of me, treating me like he was afraid to lose me -- it was enough to kill a man.
"I love you."
Johnny
I moaned at the sound of those words issued from those lips. He hadn't meant to say them, it was evident by the way he'd fallen silent, but I was so glad he had.
"I love you." I repeated his words.
He wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me tightly against himself, and our lips met again. It was meant to be; there was no other way to put things.
~x~
Mr. Dimples had had bigger plans for the two apparently -- Zacky called me at work one day to tell me he was on his way to Seattle with Matt. I hadn't known what to say, so I'd hung up. And then I'd ignored him when he'd tried to call back.
He eventually stopped calling completely.
But I never stopped walking passed the card shop.
Definitely not my favorite.
But I have writer's block, so sue me.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Johnny // Zacky
Rating: NC17 -- Maybe an R because it's kind of mild
Summary: [AU]. They became obsessed with each other; they were meant to be. [Lame Summary for a Lame Fic]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, obviously.
You kind of have to believe in love at first sight with this fic. It's really weird, but hey, I wrote it at four in the morning, give me a break.
Move Along
Johnny
I walked passed the card store every day. Not because I had to; not because it was a shortcut or anything. I walked passed it because of him. Every day, I got off work at five o' clock. Every day, I took the long way home, and walked slowly. When I'd reach the card shop, I'd stare in the window as I walked, and I'd keep staring until I couldn't continue to stare. He never noticed, thankfully. He was usually pretty busy staring at the counter-top, watching the clock, playing games on his cell phone, or inconspicuously trying to pick his nose.
This insipid man, this nose-picker, was the object of my affection.
It all started the one day when I'd thought I might save time in taking this way. Me and my brainiac ideas. As I'd been grumping to myself about how much longer this way was taking, I'd thrown a glance in the window, and stopped. Average height, dark shaggy hair, skin-tight jeans, and face piercings. Need I say more? Yes?
He had cat's eyes, they were a dull, yet intriguing shade of green, and he lined them thickly -- normally I didn't like when men wore make-up, but he made it work. His lips were pouty, perfect, the bottom one pierced twice in a snakebite. His other piercing was a horseshoe in his septum, one not common in our area, but it didn't look bad on him. His arms were covered in tattoos, and he looked like he should have been modeling for Hot Topic, or playing in a rock band, not working at a card shop.
In every sense imaginable, he was beautiful.
"Just talk to him, man."
I rolled my eyes, and stopped shaving for a moment, turning to the shower where Jimmy, my roommate, stepped out -- wrapping a thin towel around his thin hips. We'd been best friends since ninth grade.
"It's not that easy." I replied, before turning back to the mirror.
"Dude -- yeah it is." Jimmy said, turning on the sink and grabbing his toothbrush. "Today, when you get off work, just waltz in there and say something to him."
"And what exactly do I say?" I asked.
"I don't fuckin' know," Jimmy said, squeezing some toothpaste onto the brush. "But if I have to listen to you whine about him anymore, I'll talk to him my god damned self."
Jimmy's words repeated in my head -- 'just talk to him' -- as I stood outside the card shop later that day. I wanted to talk to him, believe me, but you can't just talk about anything.
I couldn't just go in there: "Heyy, what's goin' on? Do you have a mirror in your pocket, cause I can see myself in your pants."
I vaguely tried to imagine what he'd do if I said that to him. Would he slap me? Would he punch me? Kiss me? Call the cops? I gave an aggravated growl-like noise, and pulled open the door, swallowing hard, and trying to ignore my dry throat. I walked straight up to the counter, and placed my hands on top of it.
"Good afternoon?" he said, a puzzled look on his face as his brow furrowed.
"Hi," I said stiffly. "I'm Johnny."
He studied me for the longest time, and I didn't know what to do. I had the terrible thought that I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life. But then, my heart leaped as he smiled.
Zacky
When I'd seen him standing outside and practically talking to himself, I'd known he wasn't coming in for a birthday card for dear ol' granny. The fact that he'd come in to talk to me (of all people) made me smile. He was a cute guy; shorter than I, with choppy dyed hair, and a nose ring. His body was immature, but I knew that he was around my age.
When he introduced himself, I couldn't help but grin. I felt like I was back in school -- nobody ever made me feel like that lately.
"I'm Zack."
And it all started from there.
Johnny
I went back the next day, and the next day, each day staying longer so that Zack and I could have a nice conversation. But on the fourth day, I decided that I was gonna go for the gold.
"Zacky," I said, using what I'd taken to calling him for some reason. "What are you doing tonight?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of the door opening behind me distracted him, and he looked over my shoulder.
"Zacky-baby." a raspy voice said.
He was tall, buff, and had dimples. Dimples! His lip ring fit perfectly, and his hazel eyes had an intense burn to them. How on earth would anyone as great as Zack choose me over Mr. Dimples.
My world had just come crashing down. I did the only thing I could think to do -- I left.
Zacky
He didn't come back the next day, or the next day, each day deciding to find a different route. But on the fourth day, he must've felt compelled to come by, because I saw him outside. My stomach lurched and I bolted for the door -- I knew I was with Matt, but there was something about this awkward, and articulate man that I felt magnetized to -- it was like love at first sight.
"Johnny."
He ignored me, and I followed, completely abandoning my post at the store, and glancing around hoping that Matt hadn't decided to randomly pop up like the day Johnny'd asked me out. I caught up with the other man, and grabbed his arm, turning him to face me. For a moment, neither of us said anything, and we just stared at each other.
"Johnny," I repeated. "Take me to your place."
Johnny
The next command issued from Zacky's perfect lips went something like this:
"Make love to me."
He lay beneath me, naked, and breathing deeply. My bare body rested on top of his, and we just stared into each other's eyes. I'd known from day one that I felt something for this man, but to have him now underneath of me, giving me the same look I gave him -- it was enough to drive a man mad.
I pressed my lips to his softly, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. I'd already layered on a good amount of lubricant, and I was already in position, but we needed things to be perfect. I bit one of his lip rings, pulling that perfect bottom lip into my mouth, and he let out a short noise in the back of his throat.
As I pushed my cock into him, he arched his back slowly, a sensual act that made me go wild inside. I moved my mouth to his neck, glancing at his expression. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, and there was a rosy complexion to his normally pale face. It was beautiful.
Zacky
It was what I'd always wanted. Johnny made me feel different than Matt made me feel. Johnny made me feel good about myself; he made me feel wanted.
I clawed at his back as he moved within me, burying himself deeper and deeper. And I moaned his name as I felt his dick brush against my prostate. His teeth grazed my neck, and I gave a mewl.
I'd known from the day he'd introduced himself to me that I felt something for this man, and to have him ontop of me, treating me like he was afraid to lose me -- it was enough to kill a man.
"I love you."
Johnny
I moaned at the sound of those words issued from those lips. He hadn't meant to say them, it was evident by the way he'd fallen silent, but I was so glad he had.
"I love you." I repeated his words.
He wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me tightly against himself, and our lips met again. It was meant to be; there was no other way to put things.
~x~
Mr. Dimples had had bigger plans for the two apparently -- Zacky called me at work one day to tell me he was on his way to Seattle with Matt. I hadn't known what to say, so I'd hung up. And then I'd ignored him when he'd tried to call back.
He eventually stopped calling completely.
But I never stopped walking passed the card shop.
Definitely not my favorite.
But I have writer's block, so sue me.