Bandanna [1/1]
Title:Bandanna
Author: tastemyrainbow
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Synyster Gates/M. Shadows
Summary: A kinky reasoning behind Synyster wearing bandanna’s.
Disclaimer: I don’t know the band, this is not based on factual descriptions, I made it all up.
Author Notes: I wanted to thank xandressamalfoy a thousand times over for beta-ing and answering my annoying questions ♥
Brian told himself that he wore a bandanna under his hats and fedoras because he looked fucking amazing with it on. He would have gladly (sarcastically) told anyone who asked that it obviously complemented his dark hair and skin tone.
There was a different reason though, a much deeper (or maybe a little more subtle) and very little known reason for him to wear the bandanna. Brian liked to have his hands tied together, and he couldn’t very easily get away with just carrying rope around with him.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone, himself especially, that Brian was cocky. He knew he was good looking, and he knew he was desired. That’s why it surprised Matt when Brian asked him to tie his hands together. It was surprising because Brian Haner never asked for anything, he usually just did.
They had been lying together watching a movie. Not really lying together in the sense that they were being cuddly, or anything, but they were close. Matt and Brian had been fucking around, and fucking each other for the past couple years. Mostly it happened when they were on tour, but sometimes it happened when they were home.
Matt was focused on the movie, not even sure what was really going on. When Brian shifted so that he was leaning against him, Matt cocked an eyebrow. The guitarist was being quiet, which meant one of three things. He was either sleeping, dead, or he had become mute fairly recently. It was unnerving.
“Fuck, dude. Why are you being so quiet?” Matt had pretty much forgotten the movie and turned his attention on Brian.
Instead of saying anything, Brian pressed a dark kiss against Matt’s lips. “I want you,” Brian informed him, like it wasn’t obvious from the kiss.
The relationship between them had grown a lot less awkward as time had gone on. They no longer dwelt on the fact that they were gay, and wouldn’t have even labeled themselves as such if asked.
Brian moved from where he had been sitting on the couch and straddled Matt. A white bandanna was carefully wrapped around his head, made to look as if it was tied on carelessly. He had a trucker hat on, and hoped that his plan would work.
Sliding his hands up Matt’s chest, a small smirk crept up on his face. Licking his lips, he rolled his hips down into Matt’s, trying to draw a response from the singer. Matt groaned and his green eyes darkened considerably.
“What kind of game are you playing here, Brian?” Matt’s voice came out as somewhat of a strangled moan as Brian ground himself shamelessly against him. Not waiting for an answer, Matt fisted his hand in Brian’s hair and kissed him deeply, not really waiting to find out what Brian was up to.
Brian moaned in response to Matt’s question and kissed him back, tugging playfully at Matt’s lip ring. Matt’s lip ring was a weakness of his, and Brain knew it. Just tugging on it gently could almost turn Matt on more than the kissing could.
Matt kissed back with insistence, tired of fooling around. Brian was being a fucking tease, and Matt decided to take things into his own hands. He pulled Brian’s shirt up and off of him and threw it on the floor. “Lay back on the couch.” His voice was more of an order than anything else.
Brian moved away from Matt and lay back on the couch, licking his lips as he let his eyes slide over Matt’s toned upper arms. He would wait until Matt’s mind was clouded with lust and need before he told him what he wanted.
Kneeling in between Brian’s legs, Matt licked slowly up Brian’s body. Matt knew that foreplay usually didn’t last very long for them because they were usually so desperate for release. He watched as Brian squirmed beneath his tongue, Brian’s body shuddering at the heat of Matt’s tongue against the cool of his skin. Palming his hand over the front of Brian’s pants, Matt grinned. He loved watching the almost painful pleasure show on Brian’s face.
Unbuttoning his pants, Matt pulled them off and dropped them near Brian’s shirt. He had gotten as far as taking Brian’s pants off and nipping at various parts of Brain’s hips when the guitarist spoke.
“Matt, Matt,” he whispered insistently, trying to get his attention. When Matt looked up, his face was the picture of confusion and lust, a mixture of need and desire. When he had Matt’s attention, Brian bit his lip. Being nervous was something he rarely dealt with, and Brian didn’t want Matt to laugh at him. “I want you to tie my hands together when you fuck me,” Brian whispered, his dark eyes locked on Matt’s.
Matt looked around them, trying to figure out what he could tie Brian’s hands together with. He was too turned on to ask questions, and even more so than that, he wanted to tie Brian up. He wanted to possess and dominate him.
Matt’s eyes darkened, and he didn't argue with what Brian asked. “So what, I just find something to tie your wrists together?”
“We’ll use my bandanna,” Brian whispered, taking off his hat (which was ironically still on when everything else had been taken off) and then handed the bandanna to Matt. “That’s why I wear it, you know.”
Matt looked down at the bandanna in his hands, running his fingertips over it slowly. He had almost forgotten Brian even wore it; it was so much a part of Brian’s persona now. “Have you done this before? Or am I the only one?”
“If you’re going to tie my wrists together and fuck me,” Brian said, his voice quiet, “then do it.”
Matt tilted his head to the side, but if there was a line, they had crossed it years ago, the first time they had fucked, needy and more than intoxicated enough for them both to get over their initial fears of being with one another. Matt curled his hand over Brian’s erection, slowly stroking him.
It’s much easier to convince Matt than Brian thought it would be, almost natural somehow past the minute Matt spent trying to figure out how to tie Brian’s wrists together. Matt didn’t seem to know where to start, but not out of a lack of knowledge, just a lack of being able to focus because it was so different this time. Matt had never looked at him like this before, not that Brian could remember (and he was pretty damn sure he would remember); it was almost too intense, Matt’s eyes on him.
Matt took Brian’s bound hands and pressed them back against the couch, his eyes roaming over Brian’s body. Brian spread his legs and arched his hips up into Matt insistently.
“Please,” Brian said, almost completely unnecessarily because when had Matt ever said no to Brian, ever. Matt spit in his hand and coated himself. They had gotten to the point where lube wasn’t absolutely necessary (thankfully), but he still didn’t want to hurt Brian. Matt positioned himself at Brian’s entrance and looked down. Brian had an almost pleading look in his eye, and Matt wished he would have known about this kink of Brian’s sooner.
Brian wrapped his legs around Matt’s waist, trying to draw him in. When Matt finally did thrust into Brian, the ragged moan of pain and pleasure that escaped Brian’s throat was different from any that Matt had ever heard from him. Matt held onto Brian’s wrists as he pulled almost all the way out of Brian and slammed back in.
It felt so good it hurt; Brian’s always kind of liked that hurt, just a little. He gasped and twisted and moaned under Matt as Matt thrust hard into him, practically holding him down and fucking him like they did this (the wrist tying) all the time. Brian moaned loudly, Matt’s name coming from his lips.
Matt leaned down and kissed Brian, making Brain’s breath all but catch in his throat. And it all came down to the almost cruel, rough grip Matt has on Brian’s wrists, the almost painful drag of his cock inside Brian’s ass, and the how hard his lips were pressed against Brian’s. Matt pushed his tongue into Brian’s mouth, sliding it in and out at almost the same rate as he was fucking Brian.
Brian pushed his hips against Matt’s hard, reveling in the tingling ache that he felt in his wrist as they lost feeling, taking as much as he could from Matt. He took everything Matt gave him and bit Matt’s lower lip when he couldn’t find the words he needed to beg for more.
Matt moaned and almost jerked away when he tasted the blood on his abused lower lip. Matt didn’t stop, didn’t stop fucking Brian and he didn’t look away from him, he stared into Brian’s eyes, sweat pouring down his back as he almost desperately pounded Brian’s ass, pinned him to the couch.
Brian was so close, and all it would really take was one brush of Matt’s stomach against Brian’s cock, he knew it. He arched his hips up, needing the release so badly. Matt reached down and grabbed Brian’s cock, and worked his hand up and down the length of it. Brian came hard staring into Matt’s eyes; his ass had already begun to ache, and all the circulation was gone from his hands. And he had never felt better than when Matt shuddered and stilled, his hands tightening around Brian’s wrists as he came, came undone moaning Brian’s name.
Matt released Brain’s wrists, but he didn’t have the energy for much more than that. He flipped them over so that his weight didn’t crush Brian and rubbed his fingers along the back of Brian’s neck. He wanted to look at Brian’s wrists, see the bruises he knew he had left, but he let it go.
“Did you get what you wanted?” Matt asked, his voice almost jealous, because how could Brian know he liked this unless he had done it before? He shook his head and sighed, letting it go. “So is this what you want from me now, whenever you wear the bandanna?”
Brian laughed, sensing Matt’s jealousy. “You’ll just have to find out.”
As time went on, Matt tried restraints, thick leather wrist cuffs, rope and handcuffs, but nothing was quite the same as when they used Brian’s bandanna. Something about it proved to be a bigger turn on for both of them than they knew how to explain.
A few weeks later Jimmy was in Brian's room. "I've been wondering Brian," he started, "how come you have so many fuckin' bandannas?"
Author: tastemyrainbow
Rating:NC-17
Pairing:Synyster Gates/M. Shadows
Summary: A kinky reasoning behind Synyster wearing bandanna’s.
Disclaimer: I don’t know the band, this is not based on factual descriptions, I made it all up.
Author Notes: I wanted to thank xandressamalfoy a thousand times over for beta-ing and answering my annoying questions ♥
Brian told himself that he wore a bandanna under his hats and fedoras because he looked fucking amazing with it on. He would have gladly (sarcastically) told anyone who asked that it obviously complemented his dark hair and skin tone.
There was a different reason though, a much deeper (or maybe a little more subtle) and very little known reason for him to wear the bandanna. Brian liked to have his hands tied together, and he couldn’t very easily get away with just carrying rope around with him.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone, himself especially, that Brian was cocky. He knew he was good looking, and he knew he was desired. That’s why it surprised Matt when Brian asked him to tie his hands together. It was surprising because Brian Haner never asked for anything, he usually just did.
They had been lying together watching a movie. Not really lying together in the sense that they were being cuddly, or anything, but they were close. Matt and Brian had been fucking around, and fucking each other for the past couple years. Mostly it happened when they were on tour, but sometimes it happened when they were home.
Matt was focused on the movie, not even sure what was really going on. When Brian shifted so that he was leaning against him, Matt cocked an eyebrow. The guitarist was being quiet, which meant one of three things. He was either sleeping, dead, or he had become mute fairly recently. It was unnerving.
“Fuck, dude. Why are you being so quiet?” Matt had pretty much forgotten the movie and turned his attention on Brian.
Instead of saying anything, Brian pressed a dark kiss against Matt’s lips. “I want you,” Brian informed him, like it wasn’t obvious from the kiss.
The relationship between them had grown a lot less awkward as time had gone on. They no longer dwelt on the fact that they were gay, and wouldn’t have even labeled themselves as such if asked.
Brian moved from where he had been sitting on the couch and straddled Matt. A white bandanna was carefully wrapped around his head, made to look as if it was tied on carelessly. He had a trucker hat on, and hoped that his plan would work.
Sliding his hands up Matt’s chest, a small smirk crept up on his face. Licking his lips, he rolled his hips down into Matt’s, trying to draw a response from the singer. Matt groaned and his green eyes darkened considerably.
“What kind of game are you playing here, Brian?” Matt’s voice came out as somewhat of a strangled moan as Brian ground himself shamelessly against him. Not waiting for an answer, Matt fisted his hand in Brian’s hair and kissed him deeply, not really waiting to find out what Brian was up to.
Brian moaned in response to Matt’s question and kissed him back, tugging playfully at Matt’s lip ring. Matt’s lip ring was a weakness of his, and Brain knew it. Just tugging on it gently could almost turn Matt on more than the kissing could.
Matt kissed back with insistence, tired of fooling around. Brian was being a fucking tease, and Matt decided to take things into his own hands. He pulled Brian’s shirt up and off of him and threw it on the floor. “Lay back on the couch.” His voice was more of an order than anything else.
Brian moved away from Matt and lay back on the couch, licking his lips as he let his eyes slide over Matt’s toned upper arms. He would wait until Matt’s mind was clouded with lust and need before he told him what he wanted.
Kneeling in between Brian’s legs, Matt licked slowly up Brian’s body. Matt knew that foreplay usually didn’t last very long for them because they were usually so desperate for release. He watched as Brian squirmed beneath his tongue, Brian’s body shuddering at the heat of Matt’s tongue against the cool of his skin. Palming his hand over the front of Brian’s pants, Matt grinned. He loved watching the almost painful pleasure show on Brian’s face.
Unbuttoning his pants, Matt pulled them off and dropped them near Brian’s shirt. He had gotten as far as taking Brian’s pants off and nipping at various parts of Brain’s hips when the guitarist spoke.
“Matt, Matt,” he whispered insistently, trying to get his attention. When Matt looked up, his face was the picture of confusion and lust, a mixture of need and desire. When he had Matt’s attention, Brian bit his lip. Being nervous was something he rarely dealt with, and Brian didn’t want Matt to laugh at him. “I want you to tie my hands together when you fuck me,” Brian whispered, his dark eyes locked on Matt’s.
Matt looked around them, trying to figure out what he could tie Brian’s hands together with. He was too turned on to ask questions, and even more so than that, he wanted to tie Brian up. He wanted to possess and dominate him.
Matt’s eyes darkened, and he didn't argue with what Brian asked. “So what, I just find something to tie your wrists together?”
“We’ll use my bandanna,” Brian whispered, taking off his hat (which was ironically still on when everything else had been taken off) and then handed the bandanna to Matt. “That’s why I wear it, you know.”
Matt looked down at the bandanna in his hands, running his fingertips over it slowly. He had almost forgotten Brian even wore it; it was so much a part of Brian’s persona now. “Have you done this before? Or am I the only one?”
“If you’re going to tie my wrists together and fuck me,” Brian said, his voice quiet, “then do it.”
Matt tilted his head to the side, but if there was a line, they had crossed it years ago, the first time they had fucked, needy and more than intoxicated enough for them both to get over their initial fears of being with one another. Matt curled his hand over Brian’s erection, slowly stroking him.
It’s much easier to convince Matt than Brian thought it would be, almost natural somehow past the minute Matt spent trying to figure out how to tie Brian’s wrists together. Matt didn’t seem to know where to start, but not out of a lack of knowledge, just a lack of being able to focus because it was so different this time. Matt had never looked at him like this before, not that Brian could remember (and he was pretty damn sure he would remember); it was almost too intense, Matt’s eyes on him.
Matt took Brian’s bound hands and pressed them back against the couch, his eyes roaming over Brian’s body. Brian spread his legs and arched his hips up into Matt insistently.
“Please,” Brian said, almost completely unnecessarily because when had Matt ever said no to Brian, ever. Matt spit in his hand and coated himself. They had gotten to the point where lube wasn’t absolutely necessary (thankfully), but he still didn’t want to hurt Brian. Matt positioned himself at Brian’s entrance and looked down. Brian had an almost pleading look in his eye, and Matt wished he would have known about this kink of Brian’s sooner.
Brian wrapped his legs around Matt’s waist, trying to draw him in. When Matt finally did thrust into Brian, the ragged moan of pain and pleasure that escaped Brian’s throat was different from any that Matt had ever heard from him. Matt held onto Brian’s wrists as he pulled almost all the way out of Brian and slammed back in.
It felt so good it hurt; Brian’s always kind of liked that hurt, just a little. He gasped and twisted and moaned under Matt as Matt thrust hard into him, practically holding him down and fucking him like they did this (the wrist tying) all the time. Brian moaned loudly, Matt’s name coming from his lips.
Matt leaned down and kissed Brian, making Brain’s breath all but catch in his throat. And it all came down to the almost cruel, rough grip Matt has on Brian’s wrists, the almost painful drag of his cock inside Brian’s ass, and the how hard his lips were pressed against Brian’s. Matt pushed his tongue into Brian’s mouth, sliding it in and out at almost the same rate as he was fucking Brian.
Brian pushed his hips against Matt’s hard, reveling in the tingling ache that he felt in his wrist as they lost feeling, taking as much as he could from Matt. He took everything Matt gave him and bit Matt’s lower lip when he couldn’t find the words he needed to beg for more.
Matt moaned and almost jerked away when he tasted the blood on his abused lower lip. Matt didn’t stop, didn’t stop fucking Brian and he didn’t look away from him, he stared into Brian’s eyes, sweat pouring down his back as he almost desperately pounded Brian’s ass, pinned him to the couch.
Brian was so close, and all it would really take was one brush of Matt’s stomach against Brian’s cock, he knew it. He arched his hips up, needing the release so badly. Matt reached down and grabbed Brian’s cock, and worked his hand up and down the length of it. Brian came hard staring into Matt’s eyes; his ass had already begun to ache, and all the circulation was gone from his hands. And he had never felt better than when Matt shuddered and stilled, his hands tightening around Brian’s wrists as he came, came undone moaning Brian’s name.
Matt released Brain’s wrists, but he didn’t have the energy for much more than that. He flipped them over so that his weight didn’t crush Brian and rubbed his fingers along the back of Brian’s neck. He wanted to look at Brian’s wrists, see the bruises he knew he had left, but he let it go.
“Did you get what you wanted?” Matt asked, his voice almost jealous, because how could Brian know he liked this unless he had done it before? He shook his head and sighed, letting it go. “So is this what you want from me now, whenever you wear the bandanna?”
Brian laughed, sensing Matt’s jealousy. “You’ll just have to find out.”
As time went on, Matt tried restraints, thick leather wrist cuffs, rope and handcuffs, but nothing was quite the same as when they used Brian’s bandanna. Something about it proved to be a bigger turn on for both of them than they knew how to explain.
A few weeks later Jimmy was in Brian's room. "I've been wondering Brian," he started, "how come you have so many fuckin' bandannas?"