Birthdays Are Overrated. Handcuffs Are Fun. And Sex Is Even Better.
Title:Birthdays Are Overrated. Handcuffs Are Fun. And Sex Is Even Better.
Fandom:A7X
Pairings:Brian/Matt/Zack
Rating:This Part, PG-15. NC-17/NC-21 later.
Warnings:Slash, Smut, Dirty Horny Boys Having Sex. Lots of it. Jealousy, Bondage, Masturbation, Sadisim And Masochism. (Better safe than sorry with the warnings, right?)
Notes:This is fake. All fake. I made it up. It came from my sick little brain. Nothings real.
Summary:Its Brians birthday and hes getting closer to 30. Can Matt and Zack cheer him up without ruining their friendship in the meantime?
PART ONE-THE BETRAYAL
"I can't believe Im almost fucking thirty! This can't be happening. Just yesterday I was only 27. Now look at me! Im almost THIRTY!!!! Most of my life is already over. I might as well be dead. Oh God! Im already losing my memory! I dont remember what I did yesterday! I dont remember ANYTHING about yesterday! OH MY GOD IM LOSING MY MIND! What did I do yesterday?!?! Nothing is coming to me! Im not even 30 yet, and Im already forgetting things!!! Oh My GOD! Oh MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! WHAT DID I FUCKING DO YESTERDAY!!!!!"
"Calm down, Brian. You dont remember anything because you were fucking smashed, okay? You drank more than I have ever seen you or anybody, even Jimmy, drink before in my entire lifetime. You said you didnt want to stay sober because you were almost close to death and you didnt want to remember anything. I was there the whole fucking time. Your perfectly fine. Now, calm the fuck down and stop screaming. Your not thirty yet. Your still pretty young."
"Pretty young!?!?! There! You said it yourself! Im not young! Im just 'Pretty Young'! Im not young anymore!!! Im almost THIRTY!!! This cant be happening to me! Im not ready to die!!! I dont wanna die yet!!! I still wanna be 27!!! I dont wanna age yet! Im not fucking ready!!!!!"
"Jesus, Brian! Your such a drama queen! Matts right. Your still young. Your only 28, not 80. So why dont you sit down and we'll get you another drink, okay? Your fine, your just freaking out because your getting older. Its natural. Dont worry about it. This time tommorrow you wont remember a thing. I promise. Now calm down."
"Yeah. Zackys right. You just need a drink. Once you calm down, you'll feel fine. We promise. Besides, your still fucking gorgeous. Not even age can fuck that up. Your so fucking perfect its annoying sometimes. Id kill to have your genes. Its like not fair. You AND your dad. Your both fucking hot, and if thats what you have to look forward to looking like when you get older, than you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Because your dad has held up pretty well over the years. So relax and stop fucking worrying. Your still the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And Zack thinks so too. So sit down and we'll get you nice and hammered and shit so you dont have to think about your birthday, okay? It will be fun. I promise. Now get your sexy ass over here and sit on my lap!"
"NO! Fuck that, Matty!!! Not right now!! Im not in the mood to just relax! Im almost thirty!!!! Ive already wasted all the good years of my life. Now all I have to look forward to is forgetting important things and needing assistance to take a piss! I need to reflect on my life. I'll be in my house alone, crying about all the things Ive taken for granted. Besides, I need a quiet place to think of what I'll be writing in my Will. Now, leave me alone. I want to die in peace."
"Oh my GOD, Brian!! Your twenty-fucking-eight!!! You need to stop being so damn over dramatic! Your fucking young as hell, and your even sexier now that your a little bit older. Me and Matt are trying to help you out and make you feel better, and all your doing is crying like a fucking woman!! Your Synyster Gates!!! Your fucking better than anybody!! Your the coolest fucking guy in the band!! I wanna be just like you!!! Fuck, I want to look just like you! Your fucking hot as hell and your only looking better everyday. I swear. Now, please just calm down and I'll make it all better, okay? I fucking promise!!"
"No, Zack. Im NOT listening to you! You dont fucking count!! Your one of the luckiest bastards I know!!! You look like your fucking-ten years old ALL the fucking time!!!! So, DONT tell me you wished you looked like me, because I refuse to believe that! You honestly dont have any say in this conversation, if you ask me!! So, please, shut the fuck up. I actually really dont want to hear either of you, so just leave me alone!!!"
"Thats not fucking true!! Im only a couple months younger than you, Brian, and I dont look THAT young!! Besides, who wants to look 10 years old anyway? I dont!"
"Yeah, but the thing is you do, and I dont, so fuck off, Baker, and stop talking to me!!"
"Okay, Brian. Thats enough. You dont have to be such an asshole. Were just trying to help you. Zacky didnt deserve that. I really think you should apologize. Now your just being rude."
"Okay, Im sorry, Z. I know your just trying to make me feel better. Im just really stressed right now. I didnt mean to hurt you. I just dont really want to talk right now. Thats all."
"Its okay, Brian. I know. And I accept your apology. I just wish there was somthing we could do to make you feel better. Maybe somthing that doesnt need words. I just cant think of any. Matt, you got anything? Somthing that could cheer Bri up, and help him, I dont know, feel sexy again? Matt? MATT!?!? Whats wrong with you????? Why do you got that weird look on your face? Why are you smiling like that? What are you thinking????"
"Oh, nothing, Zack. You just gave me an idea. I think I know what we can do to help Brian feel better. Come over to my house and bring Brian. Dont worry. I'll make it all better, okay? Oh, and bring your video camera. I have a feeling we might want to film this. I want Brian to remember tonight for the rest of his life. Plus, I might want to watch it once or twice, or more, later when were bored. Its gonna be fucking insane. Trust me, babe. He'll love it. We ALL will."
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As soon as Zacks car pulled up to Matts house, somthing was deffinetly up.
He could just tell by the lighting in the large, white house.
Every light in the window was out, but there was a soft purple-ish glow coming from inside one of the back rooms.
It gave Zacky a weird feeling as he unbuckled his seat belt, but he knew his curiosity was far stronger than any other feeling he had in his small frame.
Plus, he couldnt wait to get Brian in the house and pour booze down his friends throat just to get him to shut the fuck up.
The whole ride to Matts was torture to poor Zack.
Brian wouldnt stop whining and blubbering about how old he was and how life, as he knew it, was already over.
He kept crying how whatever they had planned for him would never work because he felt like complete shit and everything just made him feel older.
It was pathetic and Zack was sick of Brians sudden transfomation from the coolest motherfucker on the planet, to the second member in Avenged that had a vagina.
Johnny of course being the first.
Zack prayed that whatever Matt had planned was the best fucking thing in the world, because he knew he wouldnt be able to take another 30 seconds of Brians bitching.
Not without going totally insane, that was for sure.....
As they neared the front door of Matts humble aboad, the sound of loud angry music could be heard on the other side of the heavy door.
Zack and Brian exchanged skeptical glances before banging loudly with both fists.
Not a half-a second after their knocks, Matt was in the door way, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, shirt off, coy smirk fastened in place.
He licked his dry, pink lips once, before looking both his friends up and down, with a slight chuckle to himself.
"Hey guys. Whats going on?" He seemed to find somthing strangely funny in the looks on their faces.
Zack shook his head, annoyed, giving Matt a 'What the fuck are you on?' look before pushing the singer roughly out of the way to get to the much needed alcohol in Matts kitchen.
"Why are you smiling, fuck face? There is nothing funny about those close to death. Wipe that fucking smirk off of your damn face before I beat it off of you." Brian barked angerly in Matts amused face, wanting to put his fist in the younger mans perfect white smile.
"Promise?" Matt stated with smile and a quick wink from his hazel eye.
Brian just growled in his throat and rolled his brown eyes, pissed off with alot of things. Matt being just another stupid thing to add to his 'Hate List', which was slowly becoming quite the long peice of mental parchment, and only growing longer with the passing days.
Matt chuckled a last time, before stepping aside to let the glowering guitarist in his awaiting house.
This is going to be even more fun than I thought. Those two will be easy as shit to break. I just got to play my cards right and get Zack on my side before we can even think to attack Brian. By the end of this, I'll have a pretty brown eyed guitarist eating out of my hand and begging for more. Perfect.
"Matt! The fuck! Wheres all your booze, man?!?! I am not staying sober tonight. No matter how great your stupid fucking plan is. Give me some alcohol right now, or Im leaving. Im not in the mood to listen to little miss 'Im too old, Im too fat, my skins all saggy' anymore, unless Im completely fucking wasted. Now, wheres the alcohol? I want some strong tasting fluids in me pronto before I throw a shit fit!"
"Fuck you, Zack! I never said I was fat! Is that what you think?!?! Im fat now too, as well as old?!?!? Great. Even my best fucking friend thinks Im a mess. Awsome. I hope you know your NOT making me feel better! Your making me feel worse, you fucking ass! I hope your happy! Im depressed and you think I have saggy skin?!?!?!?! I fucking hate you guys. I hope you both die in a big fire."
Zacky growled in anger, completely fed up and frustrated, and slammed his small fist into the wall beside him.
He leaned his head against the cool refridgerator door, and rolled it from side to side, his eyes closed as he breathed out his nose.
He jumped suddenly, letting out a choked gasp, as he felt strong, tattooed arms wrap around his slender waist, and pull him in a tight embrace.
He knew who it was before he heard the other mans voice.
"Help me out here, Matt. Im going crazy right now. Hes making my life difficult at the moment with his fucking stubborn-ass, bitchy attitude, and Im kinda thinking twice right now about making him feel better, when Im not even feeling so hott myself."
Matt chuckled deeply in his throat, sending shivers down Zackys back, and nipped at the smaller mans pale earlobe with his white teeth.
"Dont worry, baby. Ive got an idea. You just have to trust me first or it wont work. So...I just have to ask-do you trust me?"
Zacky sighed, and paused for a second, before nodding his head, answering his friends question.
"Good." Matt breathed in the younger mans ear before spinning Zack roughly around to face him.
Zack gasped but was silenced by Matts tounge shoved in his mouth.
The singer licked at the guitarists bottom lip, pulling at one of Zackys lip rings, and wrapping his arms tighter around the others waist.
He pulled Zacky against himself, deepening the wet kiss, and rubbed his very noticible erection into the shorter mans tightening, jean clad groin.
Zacky moaned into Matts open mouth, running his hands all over the singers shirtless chest.
He whimpered, breaking the kiss for air, but stopped himself from going in for another mouth fuck from the talented vocalist when he heard a very annoyed throat clear from the doorway behind them.
Both men turned their heads to find Brian standing, arms crossed, watching them with an extremely pissed off look on his face, shaking his head in disaproval.
Zacky immedietly pulled away from Matt, and looked down at his hands.
"Fuck." He whispered, feeling slightly embaressed. "Look, Brian. Were not...uh, we havent...we didnt..." He stumbled over his words, but the older guitarist cut him off, before he got out what he wanted to say.
"Save it, Zack. I dont give a shit. I dont want to hear it. If you two want to fuck each other behind my back, then go right on ahead. Dont worry about what I think. In fact, dont even think about my feelings once. Im not that important, remember? Im just your best fucking friend. Or I was, until you assholes decided to fuck me over and forget about me. And on my fucking birthday. Thanks guys. Im glad I mean so much to you."
Brian stormed out of the room, cursing under his breath, grabbing his jacket from where it was laying on the couch, and headed for the door.
Zacky was right behind him.
"Brian! Stop! Im sorry! Im sorry, okay? I am. Now will you just stay? Please? At least stay for your surprise. Matt had everything all planned out! Please? I didnt mean for any of this to..."
Brian spun around on his heels, suddenly face-to-face with his guitar companion.
"No! Fuck you, Zack! All you ever do is fuck with me, try to piss me off in different ways, send me mixed messages, and then bitch ME out for being frustrating and a pain in the ass! Your just a little brat who needs to be put in his place. And Matt..."
He focused his glare on the singer, not holding back his feelings, and hissed between his teeth as he spoke.
"Your just a selfish bastard who never really thinks about anyone unless theres a way you can use your cock, then you suddenly seem to care, and your all over everything. Your a tool and an asshole and you fucking piss me off so damn much. If it wasnt for your occasional sweet, adorable side, I wouldnt have anything to do with you.
So, fuck both of you, and let me 'celebrate' my fucking birthday on my own, with nobody else but me, and my several bottles of hard liquor.
I dont need either of you. Not now. Not ever. So, as of now, unless you two can think of me for once instead of always thinking about yourselves, Im not talking to either one of you for a while.
I hope your happy. This is by far my worst birthday. And I have you two to thank.
So thank you.......fuckers..."
With that, the guitarist turned for the door, leaving the two men he had considered best friends to think about what had just happened. And try to understand why it had happened.
Just as Brian was about to open the door, he turned his head to look back at them, a look of pure malice etched onto his tan face.
"By the way," The words poured out of his throat like vomit, "I hope you know Im planning on telling EVERYONE what I saw you two doing. And if your thinking I'll have trouble getting people to believe me, let me assure you there wont be.
I took a picture with my phone just in case I needed it for blackmail. And Im glad I did. Because, this time tomorrow, that picture will be all over the internet, and everyone will see it. Including your fucking girlfriends. They'll be the first to know. I fucking promise."
Zackys face paled to almost blinding white, and he gasped out loud, his body slightly shaking.
"You wouldnt dare, Brian! Thats just evil! You would never be THAT much of an asshole. I know you! Your too good of a person! Please, Brian! You wouldnt."
Brian just clicked his tounge, making a 'Tsk tsk' sound, and shook his head.
"Oh, Baker. You poor, poor stupid little fucker. You never really knew me knew me. You just thought you did. Im much more of a selfish dick then you thought. I'll do things for myself even if it means I have to destroy the lives of people I love. Or, rather, used to love. I have no problem selling out you two cocksuckers, because I know you would do the same. Its really nothing personal, I just...well, no wait. Fuck that. It IS personal, and Im gonna milk this shit for all its worth. I hope this ruins your lives. I hope you realize how much of a mistake you made by fucking around behind my back. For betraying me. This really isnt even over. Nope. Not even close. Im gonna fuck you two over so bad, your gonna wish you never tried anything in the first place. If I didnt say it was okay to fuck around with eachother, than you shouldnt even have fucking tried. Its that fucking simple, assholes!"
Brian finished ranting, his eyes almost completely black with rage.
He was upset for no perticularily clear reason.
He was just fucking angry, and Matt couldnt understand any of Brians reactions or reasonings.
In fact, he couldnt understand Brian. At all.
It was just a mess.
And the way he said it was only alright if he said it was, or that they had betrayed him, only confused Matt even more.
Brian didnt own them.
Brian couldnt control them.
So why the fuck did he give a shit?
Matt was curious.
He wanted to know what Brian thought about.
He wanted to know what went on in the guitarists head.
He wanted to know Brian.
Inside AND out.
Even if it meant he would have to use force against the older man.
To get inside his mind.
And possibly more than just his mind.
All the more fun for him.
He needed a good challenge.
Tonight was going to be much different than every night he usually had alone.
It wasnt going to end with cheap porn, a boring jack-off session, and en early night.
It was going to be much, much more thrilling.
And way sexier.
And he was fucking happy.
This was HIS idea of a good time.
Now, all he had to do was convince the other two that it was.
Could he get them to listen to him?
He was so ready to find out.
Fandom:A7X
Pairings:Brian/Matt/Zack
Rating:This Part, PG-15. NC-17/NC-21 later.
Warnings:Slash, Smut, Dirty Horny Boys Having Sex. Lots of it. Jealousy, Bondage, Masturbation, Sadisim And Masochism. (Better safe than sorry with the warnings, right?)
Notes:This is fake. All fake. I made it up. It came from my sick little brain. Nothings real.
Summary:Its Brians birthday and hes getting closer to 30. Can Matt and Zack cheer him up without ruining their friendship in the meantime?
PART ONE-THE BETRAYAL
"I can't believe Im almost fucking thirty! This can't be happening. Just yesterday I was only 27. Now look at me! Im almost THIRTY!!!! Most of my life is already over. I might as well be dead. Oh God! Im already losing my memory! I dont remember what I did yesterday! I dont remember ANYTHING about yesterday! OH MY GOD IM LOSING MY MIND! What did I do yesterday?!?! Nothing is coming to me! Im not even 30 yet, and Im already forgetting things!!! Oh My GOD! Oh MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! WHAT DID I FUCKING DO YESTERDAY!!!!!"
"Calm down, Brian. You dont remember anything because you were fucking smashed, okay? You drank more than I have ever seen you or anybody, even Jimmy, drink before in my entire lifetime. You said you didnt want to stay sober because you were almost close to death and you didnt want to remember anything. I was there the whole fucking time. Your perfectly fine. Now, calm the fuck down and stop screaming. Your not thirty yet. Your still pretty young."
"Pretty young!?!?! There! You said it yourself! Im not young! Im just 'Pretty Young'! Im not young anymore!!! Im almost THIRTY!!! This cant be happening to me! Im not ready to die!!! I dont wanna die yet!!! I still wanna be 27!!! I dont wanna age yet! Im not fucking ready!!!!!"
"Jesus, Brian! Your such a drama queen! Matts right. Your still young. Your only 28, not 80. So why dont you sit down and we'll get you another drink, okay? Your fine, your just freaking out because your getting older. Its natural. Dont worry about it. This time tommorrow you wont remember a thing. I promise. Now calm down."
"Yeah. Zackys right. You just need a drink. Once you calm down, you'll feel fine. We promise. Besides, your still fucking gorgeous. Not even age can fuck that up. Your so fucking perfect its annoying sometimes. Id kill to have your genes. Its like not fair. You AND your dad. Your both fucking hot, and if thats what you have to look forward to looking like when you get older, than you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Because your dad has held up pretty well over the years. So relax and stop fucking worrying. Your still the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And Zack thinks so too. So sit down and we'll get you nice and hammered and shit so you dont have to think about your birthday, okay? It will be fun. I promise. Now get your sexy ass over here and sit on my lap!"
"NO! Fuck that, Matty!!! Not right now!! Im not in the mood to just relax! Im almost thirty!!!! Ive already wasted all the good years of my life. Now all I have to look forward to is forgetting important things and needing assistance to take a piss! I need to reflect on my life. I'll be in my house alone, crying about all the things Ive taken for granted. Besides, I need a quiet place to think of what I'll be writing in my Will. Now, leave me alone. I want to die in peace."
"Oh my GOD, Brian!! Your twenty-fucking-eight!!! You need to stop being so damn over dramatic! Your fucking young as hell, and your even sexier now that your a little bit older. Me and Matt are trying to help you out and make you feel better, and all your doing is crying like a fucking woman!! Your Synyster Gates!!! Your fucking better than anybody!! Your the coolest fucking guy in the band!! I wanna be just like you!!! Fuck, I want to look just like you! Your fucking hot as hell and your only looking better everyday. I swear. Now, please just calm down and I'll make it all better, okay? I fucking promise!!"
"No, Zack. Im NOT listening to you! You dont fucking count!! Your one of the luckiest bastards I know!!! You look like your fucking-ten years old ALL the fucking time!!!! So, DONT tell me you wished you looked like me, because I refuse to believe that! You honestly dont have any say in this conversation, if you ask me!! So, please, shut the fuck up. I actually really dont want to hear either of you, so just leave me alone!!!"
"Thats not fucking true!! Im only a couple months younger than you, Brian, and I dont look THAT young!! Besides, who wants to look 10 years old anyway? I dont!"
"Yeah, but the thing is you do, and I dont, so fuck off, Baker, and stop talking to me!!"
"Okay, Brian. Thats enough. You dont have to be such an asshole. Were just trying to help you. Zacky didnt deserve that. I really think you should apologize. Now your just being rude."
"Okay, Im sorry, Z. I know your just trying to make me feel better. Im just really stressed right now. I didnt mean to hurt you. I just dont really want to talk right now. Thats all."
"Its okay, Brian. I know. And I accept your apology. I just wish there was somthing we could do to make you feel better. Maybe somthing that doesnt need words. I just cant think of any. Matt, you got anything? Somthing that could cheer Bri up, and help him, I dont know, feel sexy again? Matt? MATT!?!? Whats wrong with you????? Why do you got that weird look on your face? Why are you smiling like that? What are you thinking????"
"Oh, nothing, Zack. You just gave me an idea. I think I know what we can do to help Brian feel better. Come over to my house and bring Brian. Dont worry. I'll make it all better, okay? Oh, and bring your video camera. I have a feeling we might want to film this. I want Brian to remember tonight for the rest of his life. Plus, I might want to watch it once or twice, or more, later when were bored. Its gonna be fucking insane. Trust me, babe. He'll love it. We ALL will."
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As soon as Zacks car pulled up to Matts house, somthing was deffinetly up.
He could just tell by the lighting in the large, white house.
Every light in the window was out, but there was a soft purple-ish glow coming from inside one of the back rooms.
It gave Zacky a weird feeling as he unbuckled his seat belt, but he knew his curiosity was far stronger than any other feeling he had in his small frame.
Plus, he couldnt wait to get Brian in the house and pour booze down his friends throat just to get him to shut the fuck up.
The whole ride to Matts was torture to poor Zack.
Brian wouldnt stop whining and blubbering about how old he was and how life, as he knew it, was already over.
He kept crying how whatever they had planned for him would never work because he felt like complete shit and everything just made him feel older.
It was pathetic and Zack was sick of Brians sudden transfomation from the coolest motherfucker on the planet, to the second member in Avenged that had a vagina.
Johnny of course being the first.
Zack prayed that whatever Matt had planned was the best fucking thing in the world, because he knew he wouldnt be able to take another 30 seconds of Brians bitching.
Not without going totally insane, that was for sure.....
As they neared the front door of Matts humble aboad, the sound of loud angry music could be heard on the other side of the heavy door.
Zack and Brian exchanged skeptical glances before banging loudly with both fists.
Not a half-a second after their knocks, Matt was in the door way, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, shirt off, coy smirk fastened in place.
He licked his dry, pink lips once, before looking both his friends up and down, with a slight chuckle to himself.
"Hey guys. Whats going on?" He seemed to find somthing strangely funny in the looks on their faces.
Zack shook his head, annoyed, giving Matt a 'What the fuck are you on?' look before pushing the singer roughly out of the way to get to the much needed alcohol in Matts kitchen.
"Why are you smiling, fuck face? There is nothing funny about those close to death. Wipe that fucking smirk off of your damn face before I beat it off of you." Brian barked angerly in Matts amused face, wanting to put his fist in the younger mans perfect white smile.
"Promise?" Matt stated with smile and a quick wink from his hazel eye.
Brian just growled in his throat and rolled his brown eyes, pissed off with alot of things. Matt being just another stupid thing to add to his 'Hate List', which was slowly becoming quite the long peice of mental parchment, and only growing longer with the passing days.
Matt chuckled a last time, before stepping aside to let the glowering guitarist in his awaiting house.
This is going to be even more fun than I thought. Those two will be easy as shit to break. I just got to play my cards right and get Zack on my side before we can even think to attack Brian. By the end of this, I'll have a pretty brown eyed guitarist eating out of my hand and begging for more. Perfect.
"Matt! The fuck! Wheres all your booze, man?!?! I am not staying sober tonight. No matter how great your stupid fucking plan is. Give me some alcohol right now, or Im leaving. Im not in the mood to listen to little miss 'Im too old, Im too fat, my skins all saggy' anymore, unless Im completely fucking wasted. Now, wheres the alcohol? I want some strong tasting fluids in me pronto before I throw a shit fit!"
"Fuck you, Zack! I never said I was fat! Is that what you think?!?! Im fat now too, as well as old?!?!? Great. Even my best fucking friend thinks Im a mess. Awsome. I hope you know your NOT making me feel better! Your making me feel worse, you fucking ass! I hope your happy! Im depressed and you think I have saggy skin?!?!?!?! I fucking hate you guys. I hope you both die in a big fire."
Zacky growled in anger, completely fed up and frustrated, and slammed his small fist into the wall beside him.
He leaned his head against the cool refridgerator door, and rolled it from side to side, his eyes closed as he breathed out his nose.
He jumped suddenly, letting out a choked gasp, as he felt strong, tattooed arms wrap around his slender waist, and pull him in a tight embrace.
He knew who it was before he heard the other mans voice.
"Help me out here, Matt. Im going crazy right now. Hes making my life difficult at the moment with his fucking stubborn-ass, bitchy attitude, and Im kinda thinking twice right now about making him feel better, when Im not even feeling so hott myself."
Matt chuckled deeply in his throat, sending shivers down Zackys back, and nipped at the smaller mans pale earlobe with his white teeth.
"Dont worry, baby. Ive got an idea. You just have to trust me first or it wont work. So...I just have to ask-do you trust me?"
Zacky sighed, and paused for a second, before nodding his head, answering his friends question.
"Good." Matt breathed in the younger mans ear before spinning Zack roughly around to face him.
Zack gasped but was silenced by Matts tounge shoved in his mouth.
The singer licked at the guitarists bottom lip, pulling at one of Zackys lip rings, and wrapping his arms tighter around the others waist.
He pulled Zacky against himself, deepening the wet kiss, and rubbed his very noticible erection into the shorter mans tightening, jean clad groin.
Zacky moaned into Matts open mouth, running his hands all over the singers shirtless chest.
He whimpered, breaking the kiss for air, but stopped himself from going in for another mouth fuck from the talented vocalist when he heard a very annoyed throat clear from the doorway behind them.
Both men turned their heads to find Brian standing, arms crossed, watching them with an extremely pissed off look on his face, shaking his head in disaproval.
Zacky immedietly pulled away from Matt, and looked down at his hands.
"Fuck." He whispered, feeling slightly embaressed. "Look, Brian. Were not...uh, we havent...we didnt..." He stumbled over his words, but the older guitarist cut him off, before he got out what he wanted to say.
"Save it, Zack. I dont give a shit. I dont want to hear it. If you two want to fuck each other behind my back, then go right on ahead. Dont worry about what I think. In fact, dont even think about my feelings once. Im not that important, remember? Im just your best fucking friend. Or I was, until you assholes decided to fuck me over and forget about me. And on my fucking birthday. Thanks guys. Im glad I mean so much to you."
Brian stormed out of the room, cursing under his breath, grabbing his jacket from where it was laying on the couch, and headed for the door.
Zacky was right behind him.
"Brian! Stop! Im sorry! Im sorry, okay? I am. Now will you just stay? Please? At least stay for your surprise. Matt had everything all planned out! Please? I didnt mean for any of this to..."
Brian spun around on his heels, suddenly face-to-face with his guitar companion.
"No! Fuck you, Zack! All you ever do is fuck with me, try to piss me off in different ways, send me mixed messages, and then bitch ME out for being frustrating and a pain in the ass! Your just a little brat who needs to be put in his place. And Matt..."
He focused his glare on the singer, not holding back his feelings, and hissed between his teeth as he spoke.
"Your just a selfish bastard who never really thinks about anyone unless theres a way you can use your cock, then you suddenly seem to care, and your all over everything. Your a tool and an asshole and you fucking piss me off so damn much. If it wasnt for your occasional sweet, adorable side, I wouldnt have anything to do with you.
So, fuck both of you, and let me 'celebrate' my fucking birthday on my own, with nobody else but me, and my several bottles of hard liquor.
I dont need either of you. Not now. Not ever. So, as of now, unless you two can think of me for once instead of always thinking about yourselves, Im not talking to either one of you for a while.
I hope your happy. This is by far my worst birthday. And I have you two to thank.
So thank you.......fuckers..."
With that, the guitarist turned for the door, leaving the two men he had considered best friends to think about what had just happened. And try to understand why it had happened.
Just as Brian was about to open the door, he turned his head to look back at them, a look of pure malice etched onto his tan face.
"By the way," The words poured out of his throat like vomit, "I hope you know Im planning on telling EVERYONE what I saw you two doing. And if your thinking I'll have trouble getting people to believe me, let me assure you there wont be.
I took a picture with my phone just in case I needed it for blackmail. And Im glad I did. Because, this time tomorrow, that picture will be all over the internet, and everyone will see it. Including your fucking girlfriends. They'll be the first to know. I fucking promise."
Zackys face paled to almost blinding white, and he gasped out loud, his body slightly shaking.
"You wouldnt dare, Brian! Thats just evil! You would never be THAT much of an asshole. I know you! Your too good of a person! Please, Brian! You wouldnt."
Brian just clicked his tounge, making a 'Tsk tsk' sound, and shook his head.
"Oh, Baker. You poor, poor stupid little fucker. You never really knew me knew me. You just thought you did. Im much more of a selfish dick then you thought. I'll do things for myself even if it means I have to destroy the lives of people I love. Or, rather, used to love. I have no problem selling out you two cocksuckers, because I know you would do the same. Its really nothing personal, I just...well, no wait. Fuck that. It IS personal, and Im gonna milk this shit for all its worth. I hope this ruins your lives. I hope you realize how much of a mistake you made by fucking around behind my back. For betraying me. This really isnt even over. Nope. Not even close. Im gonna fuck you two over so bad, your gonna wish you never tried anything in the first place. If I didnt say it was okay to fuck around with eachother, than you shouldnt even have fucking tried. Its that fucking simple, assholes!"
Brian finished ranting, his eyes almost completely black with rage.
He was upset for no perticularily clear reason.
He was just fucking angry, and Matt couldnt understand any of Brians reactions or reasonings.
In fact, he couldnt understand Brian. At all.
It was just a mess.
And the way he said it was only alright if he said it was, or that they had betrayed him, only confused Matt even more.
Brian didnt own them.
Brian couldnt control them.
So why the fuck did he give a shit?
Matt was curious.
He wanted to know what Brian thought about.
He wanted to know what went on in the guitarists head.
He wanted to know Brian.
Inside AND out.
Even if it meant he would have to use force against the older man.
To get inside his mind.
And possibly more than just his mind.
All the more fun for him.
He needed a good challenge.
Tonight was going to be much different than every night he usually had alone.
It wasnt going to end with cheap porn, a boring jack-off session, and en early night.
It was going to be much, much more thrilling.
And way sexier.
And he was fucking happy.
This was HIS idea of a good time.
Now, all he had to do was convince the other two that it was.
Could he get them to listen to him?
He was so ready to find out.