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Title: Srs Bzns
Author: thexpills
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes you shouldn't trust your ears, especially if they're glued to a locked door.
Author's note:Okay- this, yeah this right here, is a little drabble made by a tired woman at five am after seven hours on feet. There's nothing logical or too enlightening about this little piece.Oh and, written like two weeks ago when I finally managed to squeeze the 'jenga' title out of someone. Thanks, by the way.
ps:thanks to headphoneluv@fandom for the constructive criticism :]
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“Oh fuck fuck fuck..”
Such a low moan could only grace the intimates of moments and the green eyed man standing out side and catching it passing the pleasured man’s lips, should have felt ashamed that he was depriving the two lovers of their well deserved privacy.
If, y’know, the owner of the chanting wasn’t his boyfriend; and since Zack was the one with his mouth agape and nose pressed to a locked door, he sure as hell wasn’t the one squeezing such exclaims out of Brian, (and also, recording them on his phone, saving and then showing to Matt and proving once and for all that it was, indeed, Synyster Gates that could reach the high notes while singing on stage and not him).
And, oh, let me tell you, the keys the lead guitarist could hit with the help of his companion; symphony of knuckles across sharp cheek was a particular one that the irritated musician itched to try out.
“Yes yes yes yes-
That was, pretty much, the moment Zack lost it.
All but taking the door down with the force he applied at shoving it into opening, Zack stormed in: dull eyes flashing fire and pale cheeks flaming with fury.
“You motherfucking, cock gobbling, needle dick, shit of a man”
Now, let’s stop for a moment and glance into a mind of a jealous man: you see when- adrenaline pumps and the blood has reached the heights that it’s now blocking your vision-you might not notice the small details of the moment. Like, for instance, the other five bodies in the room.
Confusion washed all over the present there and reflected in bright pair of shocked eyes, that tried to connect the previously emitted noises to his friend on the floor, the vocalist right by his side and a stock of little wooden blocks in between them; Brian pulling one out and trying his hardest not to let the rest of the tower crumble with an uncalculated motion of his wrist.
Yeah, that one old fashioned game that kids these days wouldn’t know how to treat, because it’s not on their screen and doesn’t require a remote control- Jenga.
Val, who was perched on the arm of a sofa, looked up from her book and locked her glasses, covered eyes on the guitarist; While Jimmy was stretched on the said furniture and tried to calm down the bassist, who was asleep before the intrusion and stirred with a defensive ‘It’s proportional to my body!’; explaining that it wasn’t directed to him and get him back to sleep, so JB could finish the art work on his face and finally glue the man’s hawk to cover his eyes.
With this development of events Zack was facing two possible reactions, which might soften his metaphorical, well, fall on the behind:
A) He could always try and spin the whole situation around, oh so gracefully, making fun of the two morons on the floor, slipping into their conscious that they look pathetic playing a game meant for eight year olds. And maybe, maybe, lowering their self esteem so much that they would forget about the whole incidence and turn to hate themselves instead.
Or there was always the option B:
“I’ll be in the bathroom, trying to drown myself in the hut hub if anyone needs me” And with a soft click of the door and an encouraging nod from Brian to go and do so, Zack left the scene.
Inside Matt’s living room everyone were just starting to digest what’s happened; glancing at each other with amused snorts and asking soundlessly what the hell that was about.
Everyone but the singer, that didn’t forget about the intensity of the game. Taking advantage of Brian’s averted eyes and giving the swaying bricks a light push with his finger, he startled the guitarist with the sound of wood hitting marble.
“Oh look, you lost”
Brian was devastated.
Author: thexpills
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes you shouldn't trust your ears, especially if they're glued to a locked door.
Author's note:Okay- this, yeah this right here, is a little drabble made by a tired woman at five am after seven hours on feet. There's nothing logical or too enlightening about this little piece.Oh and, written like two weeks ago when I finally managed to squeeze the 'jenga' title out of someone. Thanks, by the way.
ps:thanks to headphoneluv@fandom for the constructive criticism :]
___________________
“Oh fuck fuck fuck..”
Such a low moan could only grace the intimates of moments and the green eyed man standing out side and catching it passing the pleasured man’s lips, should have felt ashamed that he was depriving the two lovers of their well deserved privacy.
If, y’know, the owner of the chanting wasn’t his boyfriend; and since Zack was the one with his mouth agape and nose pressed to a locked door, he sure as hell wasn’t the one squeezing such exclaims out of Brian, (and also, recording them on his phone, saving and then showing to Matt and proving once and for all that it was, indeed, Synyster Gates that could reach the high notes while singing on stage and not him).
And, oh, let me tell you, the keys the lead guitarist could hit with the help of his companion; symphony of knuckles across sharp cheek was a particular one that the irritated musician itched to try out.
“Yes yes yes yes-
That was, pretty much, the moment Zack lost it.
All but taking the door down with the force he applied at shoving it into opening, Zack stormed in: dull eyes flashing fire and pale cheeks flaming with fury.
“You motherfucking, cock gobbling, needle dick, shit of a man”
Now, let’s stop for a moment and glance into a mind of a jealous man: you see when- adrenaline pumps and the blood has reached the heights that it’s now blocking your vision-you might not notice the small details of the moment. Like, for instance, the other five bodies in the room.
Confusion washed all over the present there and reflected in bright pair of shocked eyes, that tried to connect the previously emitted noises to his friend on the floor, the vocalist right by his side and a stock of little wooden blocks in between them; Brian pulling one out and trying his hardest not to let the rest of the tower crumble with an uncalculated motion of his wrist.
Yeah, that one old fashioned game that kids these days wouldn’t know how to treat, because it’s not on their screen and doesn’t require a remote control- Jenga.
Val, who was perched on the arm of a sofa, looked up from her book and locked her glasses, covered eyes on the guitarist; While Jimmy was stretched on the said furniture and tried to calm down the bassist, who was asleep before the intrusion and stirred with a defensive ‘It’s proportional to my body!’; explaining that it wasn’t directed to him and get him back to sleep, so JB could finish the art work on his face and finally glue the man’s hawk to cover his eyes.
With this development of events Zack was facing two possible reactions, which might soften his metaphorical, well, fall on the behind:
A) He could always try and spin the whole situation around, oh so gracefully, making fun of the two morons on the floor, slipping into their conscious that they look pathetic playing a game meant for eight year olds. And maybe, maybe, lowering their self esteem so much that they would forget about the whole incidence and turn to hate themselves instead.
Or there was always the option B:
“I’ll be in the bathroom, trying to drown myself in the hut hub if anyone needs me” And with a soft click of the door and an encouraging nod from Brian to go and do so, Zack left the scene.
Inside Matt’s living room everyone were just starting to digest what’s happened; glancing at each other with amused snorts and asking soundlessly what the hell that was about.
Everyone but the singer, that didn’t forget about the intensity of the game. Taking advantage of Brian’s averted eyes and giving the swaying bricks a light push with his finger, he startled the guitarist with the sound of wood hitting marble.
“Oh look, you lost”
Brian was devastated.