no sex, chap 2
title: no sex please, we're rockstars.
pairing: Zack/Brian
rating: 15
disclaimer: never happened, not even remotely real
description: Zack and Brian take out an act of celibacy, but who will cave first?
one
Chapter two
The couple went on fine over the weekend, keeping themselves busy by playing their guitar’s more, which was beneficial since hey, when was getting better at playing guitar a bad thing? In-between that and playing on the PS2(Brian had recently become addicted to Burnout 3, whilst Zack occasionally played on one piece: grand battle) they avoided each other.
When it came to Sunday evening, they both went to bed fairly early. The rhythm came into the bedroom, got changed and joined the lead who was already tucked up in the covers.
“goodnight” spoke Zack as he turned off the bedside light and got comfortable beside Brian.
“night” he replied, putting an arm over his boyfriend and snuggling close. The rhythm moved close as well, until he jerked from his position discovering the lack of fabric.
“your naked!?”
“yeh. Just felt like sleeping in the nude for a change.” Zack could hear the cheeky grin in his voice. The ploy to get him aroused was simple but smart, but he would not fall for it. “do you mind?“
“not at all.” was his annoyed sounding response. They both steadily fell asleep in each others arms.
The next day they had all met up at the batting cages for some rounds. After only 5 minutes the others could tell that something was up with their two guitarists, since they were taking out their sexual frustrations on the balls being fired at them at rapid speed.
“did you guys have a fight or something, cause I don’t think bat and balls deserve that treatment.” Johnny questioned Brian as he gave the bat to Matt.
“we’re having a bet.”
“which is?” butted in the drummer. As he began to tell them of ‘the celibacy bet’ Matt and Zack stopped batting to be part of the conversation. After a few stifled giggles from their band mates, they and Matt went back to the cages whilst the bassist and drummer kept on talking about the bet.
“I can’t imagine it will last long.” spoke the bassist, watching their friends hit the balls with precision.
“I don‘t know, they’re both fuckin’ stubborn when they wanna be.”
“Whenever it ends, it’ll be Zack I know it”
“what to cave?” he questioned. Johnny gave him a nod and Jimmy laughed. ”no chance. Brian will beg him to let him fuck him.”
“dude, your betting against you best friend!?” he asked unbelievingly.
“yeh, only cause I know him. Brian’s gonna lose.”
“I really don’t think so. You want to make a little bet of our own?”
“your on. And what would we lose from this bet?” he said turning to face the bassist.
“just cash. Name your price” Johnny shot back, looking up at Jimmy.
“twenty bucks.”
“done.” and they shook hands to finalise the bet. “but lets keep this between our selves.”
“okay, loser.” were the drummer’s final words as he took a place in a cage.
“no chance.” Johnny quietly said to himself before getting a coke. A few hours passed and the couple were out of energy and pent up sexual need. They all went back home but not before going out to a steakhouse for a meal together.
“you wanna beer?” Zack asked as they entered their house. Since they had all been driving(save for himself) everyone had only drunk the minimum.
“love one, but now Striker calls me.”
“Striker?” he said questioningly as he went onto the kitchen.
“yeh, Striker. The guy off burnout, ‘I’m Striker, keep it here, on crash FM.’ “ he replied, imitating the computer character. landing on the couch, he picked up the controller to the PS2 he had just turned on.
“whatever.” he replied, sitting down next to his lead with 2 beers. He proceeded to watch as Brian smashed and crashed into ‘crash junctions’ and race and takeout other cars, as well as finding out who ‘Striker’ was.
After finishing his beer, the rhythm went to bed, but sat up thinking of ploys to make his boyfriend lose the bet. Once again, he was joined by a naked Brian.
pairing: Zack/Brian
rating: 15
disclaimer: never happened, not even remotely real
description: Zack and Brian take out an act of celibacy, but who will cave first?
one
Chapter two
The couple went on fine over the weekend, keeping themselves busy by playing their guitar’s more, which was beneficial since hey, when was getting better at playing guitar a bad thing? In-between that and playing on the PS2(Brian had recently become addicted to Burnout 3, whilst Zack occasionally played on one piece: grand battle) they avoided each other.
When it came to Sunday evening, they both went to bed fairly early. The rhythm came into the bedroom, got changed and joined the lead who was already tucked up in the covers.
“goodnight” spoke Zack as he turned off the bedside light and got comfortable beside Brian.
“night” he replied, putting an arm over his boyfriend and snuggling close. The rhythm moved close as well, until he jerked from his position discovering the lack of fabric.
“your naked!?”
“yeh. Just felt like sleeping in the nude for a change.” Zack could hear the cheeky grin in his voice. The ploy to get him aroused was simple but smart, but he would not fall for it. “do you mind?“
“not at all.” was his annoyed sounding response. They both steadily fell asleep in each others arms.
The next day they had all met up at the batting cages for some rounds. After only 5 minutes the others could tell that something was up with their two guitarists, since they were taking out their sexual frustrations on the balls being fired at them at rapid speed.
“did you guys have a fight or something, cause I don’t think bat and balls deserve that treatment.” Johnny questioned Brian as he gave the bat to Matt.
“we’re having a bet.”
“which is?” butted in the drummer. As he began to tell them of ‘the celibacy bet’ Matt and Zack stopped batting to be part of the conversation. After a few stifled giggles from their band mates, they and Matt went back to the cages whilst the bassist and drummer kept on talking about the bet.
“I can’t imagine it will last long.” spoke the bassist, watching their friends hit the balls with precision.
“I don‘t know, they’re both fuckin’ stubborn when they wanna be.”
“Whenever it ends, it’ll be Zack I know it”
“what to cave?” he questioned. Johnny gave him a nod and Jimmy laughed. ”no chance. Brian will beg him to let him fuck him.”
“dude, your betting against you best friend!?” he asked unbelievingly.
“yeh, only cause I know him. Brian’s gonna lose.”
“I really don’t think so. You want to make a little bet of our own?”
“your on. And what would we lose from this bet?” he said turning to face the bassist.
“just cash. Name your price” Johnny shot back, looking up at Jimmy.
“twenty bucks.”
“done.” and they shook hands to finalise the bet. “but lets keep this between our selves.”
“okay, loser.” were the drummer’s final words as he took a place in a cage.
“no chance.” Johnny quietly said to himself before getting a coke. A few hours passed and the couple were out of energy and pent up sexual need. They all went back home but not before going out to a steakhouse for a meal together.
“you wanna beer?” Zack asked as they entered their house. Since they had all been driving(save for himself) everyone had only drunk the minimum.
“love one, but now Striker calls me.”
“Striker?” he said questioningly as he went onto the kitchen.
“yeh, Striker. The guy off burnout, ‘I’m Striker, keep it here, on crash FM.’ “ he replied, imitating the computer character. landing on the couch, he picked up the controller to the PS2 he had just turned on.
“whatever.” he replied, sitting down next to his lead with 2 beers. He proceeded to watch as Brian smashed and crashed into ‘crash junctions’ and race and takeout other cars, as well as finding out who ‘Striker’ was.
After finishing his beer, the rhythm went to bed, but sat up thinking of ploys to make his boyfriend lose the bet. Once again, he was joined by a naked Brian.