One-Shot: Hips
Title: Hips
Pairing: Brian/Zack
Rating: NC17 for the smex, swearing and some angst
Disclaimer: if i owned them, i'd be taking orders for live porn.
AN: this is fairly tame compared to what i usually write for a7x, reaching back into my angsty Supernatural days. it's not really hardcore angst, but deals with some body issues. Think Surf'n'Turf for Angst'n'Fluff. ;) written for my dear fragile_lev , who has been so patiently waiting for me to write SOMETHING. sorry it's been so long bb. and sorry to everyone else for being AWOL. oh life. i'm a bit rusty, but bear with me...or bare with me ;)
Two stood in front of the mirror, one clad in perfectly fitting jet black boxer briefs, the other in slightly baggy green and blue plaid boxers. Both were finishing up with their respective toothbrushes, Zacky frowning as Brian pulled out a shaver and began polishing his face to a baby smoothness.
"What's up, Chuck?" Brian's face, though contorted to give himself a smooth shave, was still beautiful. This made Zack frown even harder, something that also further confused Brian.
"Har har. You're hilarious." Zack wasn't quite sure where to go with his train of thought now. He really didn't want to share his lack of confidence with Brian, who, for all his genius at music, did not understand how someone could be unhappy with themselves. But the lead guitarist also had yet another talent in that people told him anything and everything, even when they did not want to. Especially Zacky.
"It's…goddammit." He threw the toothbrush at the sink where it bounced into the mirror. "I hate these hips! I'm fuckin' squishy as the Marshmallow Man while you sit there being all cut and shit. Fuck, I've tried to work out, but can't because I'm such a fucking pansy with asthma!"
Brian raised a perfect eyebrow, making Zack really want to punch him in exactly that spot. Mar the perfection so that he would know what it felt like to be like the rest of them. But the urge faded; he could never really hurt Brian, and that was part of the anger. His boyfriend got the world handed to him because he was perfect in every way that mattered. Whereas Zack was the chubby one, the soft one, the one behind the spotlight, the runner up. He had dreamed of fame since he was 12, and sure, he got some, but not like Brian. Girls never asked Zack along when Brian wanted them back on the bus, Zack got thrown dolls, Brian got bras, panties, and more phone numbers than he could paper their bathroom walls with.
"Z, you are beautiful the way you are." Brian set his razor down and moved behind his lover, colored arms encircling a fleshy belly. "Want me to sing that Bruno Mars song? We both know that will just explode glass and set off the dogs in their howling."
Zack chuckled, but it was short lived and his frown returned. "What do you see in me, Bri? Why don't you go find someone like you, someone pretty?"
"Cause," Brian squeezed tighter, "They aren't you. You're gorgeous to me, from those big green eyes, to that magnificent ass, to your sharp wit, to your artistic brilliance. I don't want to date me; fuck, I can hardly stand myself, let alone fuck me."
Another chuck, this time with less frown. "But you're perfect!"
"Exactly."
"Asshole." Zack playfully smacked his lover, turning in his grasp to wrap his own arms around Brian's neck "But I still hate my hips. They're so fucking girly."
"Good thing I'm bisexual." Brian held a finger to Zack's plump lips as they opened in retort, "No, listen. I picked you, Z. I want you. No one else. I find you beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, brilliant. My opinion is the only one that really matters, so you should be happy."
"Alright, so you're not perfect with that mentality. Egotistical fuck."
"But see, you already knew that about me, and you still picked me too. We don't have to be perfect, we just have to like each others' faults. And I happen to love your girly hips."
The frown returned, but Zack allowed himself to be guided towards their bed. He landed on his back with a soft flump, and Brian was on top of him. Before he could move, lithe fingers were on his boxers, and he was naked. He shivered in the cool of the AC, and gave a pleasant sound as Brian settled back across this thighs. His dick joined the crowd as the other man immediately bent down towards it, hopeful for a blowjob. However, Brian began kissing his hips, licking and nibbling at every inch of flesh except his dick until Zack was quaking with need.
"Oh c'mon, please Brian!" He tugged at spiky black hair, "Please, need you!"
"But I wanna shower my love upon these beautiful hips. So pretty, all creamy and soft, could run my fingers on them all day." And that he did, causing Zack to shiver and buck into the light touch.
"Can't you love upon my dick? Or at least love my hips as i ride you?" Yes, it was whining. See if Zack gave a fuck at this point. "You can touch them all you want, and you can be inside me!"
Brian chuckled, leaning back, "Getting a little whorish, there Z. Fine then, get to it." He flopped back on the bed, hands out for Zack to climb on top.
The other rolled towards their bedside table, grabbing the lube. He then sat back on his heels next to Brian, coating his fingers. As Brian's fingers danced over Zack and his own proud erection, Zack prepared himself, making wanton little noises and relaxing to take Brian inside.
As he climbed atop his lover, Marlboro hands to steady and support him, Zack sank back onto Brian's cock, their moans in tandem. He sat motionless for a bit as Brian ran his hands all along the silky expanse of Zack's skin, practically purring with pleasure as he surrounded and was surrounded by the man he loved.
Zack began riding Brian, slow and steady, both of them feeling every inch of the other, and he found that he could not stop smiling. Looking down at his perfect man, he realized his own perfection was the mirror to Brian's. Two puzzle pieces, cut of the same material, different so that they may fit perfectly together.
Pairing: Brian/Zack
Rating: NC17 for the smex, swearing and some angst
Disclaimer: if i owned them, i'd be taking orders for live porn.
AN: this is fairly tame compared to what i usually write for a7x, reaching back into my angsty Supernatural days. it's not really hardcore angst, but deals with some body issues. Think Surf'n'Turf for Angst'n'Fluff. ;) written for my dear fragile_lev , who has been so patiently waiting for me to write SOMETHING. sorry it's been so long bb. and sorry to everyone else for being AWOL. oh life. i'm a bit rusty, but bear with me...or bare with me ;)
Two stood in front of the mirror, one clad in perfectly fitting jet black boxer briefs, the other in slightly baggy green and blue plaid boxers. Both were finishing up with their respective toothbrushes, Zacky frowning as Brian pulled out a shaver and began polishing his face to a baby smoothness.
"What's up, Chuck?" Brian's face, though contorted to give himself a smooth shave, was still beautiful. This made Zack frown even harder, something that also further confused Brian.
"Har har. You're hilarious." Zack wasn't quite sure where to go with his train of thought now. He really didn't want to share his lack of confidence with Brian, who, for all his genius at music, did not understand how someone could be unhappy with themselves. But the lead guitarist also had yet another talent in that people told him anything and everything, even when they did not want to. Especially Zacky.
"It's…goddammit." He threw the toothbrush at the sink where it bounced into the mirror. "I hate these hips! I'm fuckin' squishy as the Marshmallow Man while you sit there being all cut and shit. Fuck, I've tried to work out, but can't because I'm such a fucking pansy with asthma!"
Brian raised a perfect eyebrow, making Zack really want to punch him in exactly that spot. Mar the perfection so that he would know what it felt like to be like the rest of them. But the urge faded; he could never really hurt Brian, and that was part of the anger. His boyfriend got the world handed to him because he was perfect in every way that mattered. Whereas Zack was the chubby one, the soft one, the one behind the spotlight, the runner up. He had dreamed of fame since he was 12, and sure, he got some, but not like Brian. Girls never asked Zack along when Brian wanted them back on the bus, Zack got thrown dolls, Brian got bras, panties, and more phone numbers than he could paper their bathroom walls with.
"Z, you are beautiful the way you are." Brian set his razor down and moved behind his lover, colored arms encircling a fleshy belly. "Want me to sing that Bruno Mars song? We both know that will just explode glass and set off the dogs in their howling."
Zack chuckled, but it was short lived and his frown returned. "What do you see in me, Bri? Why don't you go find someone like you, someone pretty?"
"Cause," Brian squeezed tighter, "They aren't you. You're gorgeous to me, from those big green eyes, to that magnificent ass, to your sharp wit, to your artistic brilliance. I don't want to date me; fuck, I can hardly stand myself, let alone fuck me."
Another chuck, this time with less frown. "But you're perfect!"
"Exactly."
"Asshole." Zack playfully smacked his lover, turning in his grasp to wrap his own arms around Brian's neck "But I still hate my hips. They're so fucking girly."
"Good thing I'm bisexual." Brian held a finger to Zack's plump lips as they opened in retort, "No, listen. I picked you, Z. I want you. No one else. I find you beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, brilliant. My opinion is the only one that really matters, so you should be happy."
"Alright, so you're not perfect with that mentality. Egotistical fuck."
"But see, you already knew that about me, and you still picked me too. We don't have to be perfect, we just have to like each others' faults. And I happen to love your girly hips."
The frown returned, but Zack allowed himself to be guided towards their bed. He landed on his back with a soft flump, and Brian was on top of him. Before he could move, lithe fingers were on his boxers, and he was naked. He shivered in the cool of the AC, and gave a pleasant sound as Brian settled back across this thighs. His dick joined the crowd as the other man immediately bent down towards it, hopeful for a blowjob. However, Brian began kissing his hips, licking and nibbling at every inch of flesh except his dick until Zack was quaking with need.
"Oh c'mon, please Brian!" He tugged at spiky black hair, "Please, need you!"
"But I wanna shower my love upon these beautiful hips. So pretty, all creamy and soft, could run my fingers on them all day." And that he did, causing Zack to shiver and buck into the light touch.
"Can't you love upon my dick? Or at least love my hips as i ride you?" Yes, it was whining. See if Zack gave a fuck at this point. "You can touch them all you want, and you can be inside me!"
Brian chuckled, leaning back, "Getting a little whorish, there Z. Fine then, get to it." He flopped back on the bed, hands out for Zack to climb on top.
The other rolled towards their bedside table, grabbing the lube. He then sat back on his heels next to Brian, coating his fingers. As Brian's fingers danced over Zack and his own proud erection, Zack prepared himself, making wanton little noises and relaxing to take Brian inside.
As he climbed atop his lover, Marlboro hands to steady and support him, Zack sank back onto Brian's cock, their moans in tandem. He sat motionless for a bit as Brian ran his hands all along the silky expanse of Zack's skin, practically purring with pleasure as he surrounded and was surrounded by the man he loved.
Zack began riding Brian, slow and steady, both of them feeling every inch of the other, and he found that he could not stop smiling. Looking down at his perfect man, he realized his own perfection was the mirror to Brian's. Two puzzle pieces, cut of the same material, different so that they may fit perfectly together.