Getting In Cars With Strangers Really Never Helped Anybody-Avenged Sevenfold
Title: Getting In Cars With Strangers Really Never Helped Anybody
Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Type: RPS
Pairings: Brian/Matt, Brian/Zacky, a little Brian/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Dont Own Anything, Dont Know Any Of The Members Of Avenged Sevenfold, Wish I Did
Warnings: Severe Violence, Severe Language, Slash, Graphic Man-on-Man, Major Smut, Drinking, Smoking, Some Drug Use, Forced Sex, Bondage, Blood, Broken Bones, Masturbation, Masochism, Sadisim
Chapter 3-
Another half hour of driving passed by slowly, leaving Shadows and Gates the only people in the car still awake.
Syn was slouching in his seat, with his head resting back against his head rest, and his two large feet firmly planted on the dashboard, above the glove compartment.
His eyes were at half mast, as he stared blankly at the passing road through the windsheild. The only movements he made was to get himself comfortable every once in a while, and the constant tapping of his fingers against his knees. His bare chest was moving up and down in a steady rythm, and his mind was repeating everything that had happened to them that day.
When the thought of Jimmy hurting and the image of all the blood popped into the guitarists head, all he could do was tap his fingers faster and chew at his bottom lip, and nervously glance behind him to check on his sleeping friends.
He hated seeing them hurting. He loved his bandmates so much, he couldnt even close his tired eyes in fear of not being by their side in the case if somthing should happen.
He shuddered.
He didnt like thinking of what that somthing could be.
Or to whom.
He studied his sleeping bandmates, noticing how childlike all three men looked when their eyes were closed.
The Rev, by the way his eyes were squinted shut behind his dark framed glasses, looked as if he was smiling in his sleep.
And he probably was, behind the t-shirt covering his nose and mouth.
The Rev was always smiling, no matter what the situation was.
Thats why they all loved Jimmy. He was always happy.
Johnny Christ looked just as happy resting his cheek on Jimmy's forehead. His arms, wrapped protectively around the drummers chest. Brian couldnt help but smile at how adorable they both were together.
The two of them were really close, and whenever they got excited about somthing, both grown men tended to jump around and scream in high pitched voices like little girls.
It was always very entertaining for the rest of the band.
Then Brian turned to Zacky.
The other guitarist.
One of his closest friends.
All the guys in the band were his best friends, but he felt a perticular closeness to Zacky that he couldnt quite figure out why.
It was true that The Rev was his oldest friend in the band, and the only one who could match him in crazy randomness.
But somthing about Zacky helped Brian feel almost balanced in a way.
Whenever he got too drunk on whatever he was drinking, Zacky was always the one to bring his crazyness down a bit and help mellow Brian out until he was calm enough to think straight on his own.
Although, Zacky wasnt always mellow himself. He loved to party and drink just as much as the other guys did, and there had been so many times when he and Brian got drunk together and found themselves staring into eachothers eyes for hours.
Which always ended with them sucking eachothers faces, and then going into the bathroom and giving eachother hand jobs.
And a couple of times, going even farther.
But that wasnt why he loved Zacky so much.
He completely adored everything about the other man, and it was obvious Zacky completely adored Syn as well.
And no matter how mad he was at Z for whatever he had done, he could never stay mad at him longer than maybe a few days. Usually just a few hours.
But never, NEVER, could he hate Zacky. He loved him too much.
He could never hate any of the guys in the band because they meant everything to him.
They were his complete heart and soul, and if he had to, he would die for every single one of them.
Brian, content for the time being that his friends were fine, turned back around in his seat and stared through the windsheild of the tiny car.
He didnt move for several long minutes, trying to keep his thoughts in check, except to run his tired fingers through his spiked black hair and rub his forehead to ease the pain of a severe migrain he could fell coming on.
Matt watched his guitarist closely,eyeing his every movement, making sure he wasnt going to suddenly collapse from all the stress and pressure the guys put on him to be the bands leader and father figure. Which was how they all looked at him. The person they all looked to when somthing unexpected happened.
Matt sometimes felt really bad for Brian.
It was alot of pressure to put on one man. But they couldnt help it.
It was just how it all happened.
Since the day he first joined, Brian had always been considered the leader.
Even Matt thought of him that way. And he was the lead singer.
It was just that Brian did such a good job taking care of everybody and helping them stay on track all the time, it was just so easy to let him take care of everything and fix all the problems by himself, when they came up.
But it wasnt fair to Brian, and Matt decided he wasnt gonna let the guitarist crash and burn, trying to fix everything on his own.
He wasnt gonna let that happen.
Not to Brian.
He had been through so much already, and he was tired.
It was time for Matt to step up to the plate and be the leader he was supposed to be.
Thats what being the singer of the band was all about. Leading. And Matt knew he hadnt done a very good job at being one in the past.
But he was hoping despertely that he could change that.
He loved Brian so much and he didnt want him to worry about the band all the time anymore.
It was all the older man ever thought about.
Making sure nothing was going to happen to his bandmates. To his best friends.
Matt figured it was all Brian ever dreamed about as well.
He worried about him.
He just wanted his friend to be okay.
Matt watched as Syn ran his hand over his face, his neck and down his chest, not stopping until it rested on his thigh.
The singers heart rate sped up a bit and his throat became very dry.
He was barely looking at the road anymore.
For some reason, he couldnt keep his eyes off the guitarist, who was busy sucking on his bottom lip and tapping his fingers against his own knees again.
Matt had seen Brian do things like that all the time.
He tended to do it when he was really nervous or really bored.
It never had any affect on him like this before.
But all of a sudden, poor Matt couldnt get out of his mind that Brian looked really...well, he looked really sexy to him.
His entire body became numb and his heart started missing a couple beats.
What the fuck is going on?
Matts mind was so confused.
It was Brian. Brian Haner Jr. His old Buddy.
He had been friends with Brian forever.
Why was he suddenly feeling like this?
Maybe it was just too late for his brain to be thinking straight like this.
He tried to look away.
It was like it was suddenly fucking impossible for Matt to remove his eyes from the total Sex that was Brian Haner.
And he absolutly fucking was the image of pure, X-rated, dirty, hard-core, violent sex.
And Matt realized he totally wanted him.
He knew it wasnt just a sudden feeling.
He knew it had been there all along, he had just been too freaked out and not ready to actually accept it.
That dream he had that day was completely accurate.
He was just in denial.
So, then that meant...
"So, what the fuck are you looking at, Matty?"
Matts body stiffened.
Syn was staring straight at him, smirking, looking completely amused.
Fuck.
----Thats it for Chapter 3. Thanks for reading! Yea, i know its really short. Its actually the shortest of the 3, but I PROMISE you that the next chapter will be 10 times longer, and full of juicyness. Its gonna be a doosey! I promise! Thanks again so much for reading. Please tell me what you think. Comment please. It can be bad , good, neither it doesnt matter. Just let me know what you think. Thanks!----
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