I'd Rather Be Caught Dead Than Be Weak
Pairing: Jacoby/James
Summary: Coby's always had to handle things alone. But will he be able to get over the demons from his past and still get through the present by himself or will somebody be able to save him before it's too late?
Rating: PG-13 for now, may change later.
Disclaimer: NONE OF THIS HAPPENED. End of story.
Authors Note: This is my first fic here, so please be gentle =]
A/N 2: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR ABOUT A MONTH!!! Ive been on vacation and it’s really hard to write with a lot of other people around you, I promise I’ll try to keep the updates more frequent now that I’m home!!!
This chapter dedicated to winginblood for writing some purty damn amazing Jacoby/James sex for me!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 8.5
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Zack flipped his phone shut, rubbing his temples before walking back into the 50’s themed diner where he’d been enjoying a nice late breakfast with Brian Haner, the man he’d met at James’ precinct. So maybe Zack hadn’t been 100% truthful with Coby by not telling him that he and this new guy had been talking for a few days and they’d decided on going to breakfast before tackling the more romantic setting of a dinner date. Zack smiled, his green eyes sparkling as he approached the table that Brian was seated at, the brown eyed man watching his every move with the fascination of a lovesick school boy, his elbow propped on the table, chin resting in his palm.
Zack pulled his chair back out, plopping down, and shooting Brian the smile that was infamous with all his female customers, causing the other to giggle unashamedly. As manly and muscular as Brian looked, there was nothing he could do to hide the girlish attraction he had towards Zack, and the way his chocolate brown eyes would melt upon meeting Zack’s. Needless to say, the bartender knew he had the secretary by the heartstrings.
“Sorry about that. It was . . . kinda important,” Zack apologized for suddenly excusing himself like he had. Brian shook his head and gave a reassuring smile.
“Not a problem. Was it Coby?” Brian vaguely knew about the blue-eyed best friend of Zack’s through his paperwork at the precinct and a few mentions by Zack. He did know, however, that in the short amount of time he’d known Zack, the bartender seemed to always worry his head off about the guy. It was understandable though, once Brian saw his long rap sheet of minor offences that his side of the law had to intervene in, almost all of them involving public intoxication followed by indecency or violence.
“Yeah, it was him, finally. God, I was so worried about that kid!” Zack pinched the bridge of his nose, “He’s been with James all along so I guess I don’t need to worry anymore, he’ll take good care of him.” Zack said with a slight smirk.
“I’m not surprised,” Brian started, taking a sip of his coffee, “You can tell by just the look on James’ face while he’s dealing with getting Coby’s case straightened out, any mention of him he gets all googly eyed. I swear dude, he’s like a little school boy!” Brian laughed.
“Oh really? I don’t think you have any room to talk about acting like a schoolboy, Brian.” Zack effortlessly gave his best “sexy stare”, slightly raising one eyebrow with a devilish smirk, which worked flawlessly. Brian’s face was burning instantly, picking up his cup of coffee in an attempt to hide it.
“Well it’s not my fault I’m sitting across the table from someone who could have men lined up for miles just to suck his cock!” Brian exclaimed. Zack nearly choked on his own coffee, face burning even hotter than Brian’s, said cock twitching uncontrollably.
“And tell me Brian,” Zack managed to speak after swallowing a huge gulp of the hot liquid in his cup, “Would you be in this line?”
Brian only gave a smirk of his very own, eyes fixed on Zack like a predator to its prey, a predator ready to make the kill. Zack could barely think straight. Damn this guy was fuckin’ hot.
“Well Zack . . . would you WANT me to be in that line?”
“There would BE no line if you were in it, I’d shoo all of the other guys away.” Zack confessed, his brain having given up control of his mouth to his dick. He was pretty sure the bulge in his pants was extremely evident at this point in time. Before Brian could reply with something filthy, their waitress came over to take their order, Zack pulling his usual tricks, flashing his pearly whites, blinking more than usual to draw attention to his shimmering jade eyes as both men ordered. As the woman walked back to the kitchen a giggling mess, he couldn’t help but notice Brian trying to suppress his own giddy smile. Zack raised an eyebrow in questioning, laughing slightly as the other man reddened once again.
“Sorry, you’re just . . . really fuckin’ cute. I can’t help it!” Brian tried to hide his face but his bashful tone did nothing to help his case. Zack shook his head and nursed his coffee again, wondering how he could go from wanting to fuck the guy’s brain out to thinking he could quite possibly be the most adorable thing he’s ever laid eyes on. This guy was really fucking with his head and he loved it.
After a few minutes of incessant and very obvious flirting, their food arrived, both of them eating and throwing eachother teasing glances. Zack knew he was falling, and fast, and he loved every second of the descent into what he knew could be a beautiful, loving relationship. Sure, people said he was too quick to give his heart away, but he couldn’t deny the strength of the attraction he had towards this brown eyed vixen, and to be honest he damn deserved this. He couldn’t even remember the last legitimate boyfriend he had because of his overbearing, overprotective, and overpowering best friend. He loved Coby but it got old watching him threaten and even go as far as to beat the living hell out of any guy he deemed as ‘undeserving’ or anyone who made a wrong move. Just thinking about it pissed him off and he didn’t want to be pissed off right now.
He decided to focus on the matter at hand and that was figuring out how to get this gorgeous man across from him to kiss him. Another thing people had accused him of being was being too fast but he didn’t care. He wanted Brian like he’d wanted no other before and he’d be damned if he let anything stop him.
“So Brian,” Zack started after swallowing his forkful of eggs, causing Brian’s dark eyes to stop undressing Zack mentally, “what got you into the job you have now?”
Brian swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and smiled.
“I was getting in a lot of trouble in high school so my father said it was either military school or I do something involved with law enforcement so I could see what it would be like if I kept fucking up without actually having to do hard time myself.”
Zack nodded and took a bite of his toast.
“What kind of trouble, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Eh, just stupid stuff. Smoked tons of pot, did a few other kinds of drugs, drinking and partying, y’know, just stupid teenager things.”
“Yeah, I’ve been there too,” Zack laughed, remembering all the times he and Coby had gotten smashed out of their minds, “At least you never got kicked out of a 7-11 when you got into a yelling match with the ATM machine because it stole your Swedish Fish.”
Zack’s statement caused Brian to nearly spit his food out in laughter, composing himself enough to swallow it without choking, and breaking out in a fit of laughter. Zack could have died right there, Brian’s laugh was like music to his ears.
“I can’t say that I’ve ever gotten into a fight with an ATM machine, Zachary, but I DID rename myself Synyster Gates when I drove through the park drunk with my friend Jimmy,” Brian giggled. People calling him Zachary was nearly unheard of but the name sounded so good rolling off of Brian’s tongue.
“Well I’ve gotta say . . . it’s a creative name but I like Brian a lot better. It sounds cuter,” Zack smiled, finishing off the orange juice he’d ordered. It was nearly 1 pm by the time they’d both finished eating, and both were eager to move the conversation elsewhere. Zack paid the waitress when she came back over, left a $15 tip, and both men got up to leave. Zack moved to stretch, raising his arms above his head, only to double over after Brian poked him in the stomach, watching as he jogged down the street giggling, looking over his shoulder to see if Zack was chasing. What were they, 12 year olds playing tag on the schoolyard? Zack didn’t care though, he didn’t think he could have gotten any luckier as he watched Brian’s ass while chasing after him. Zack did indeed run after him, ducking into the alleyway he saw Brian run into seconds earlier, and was suddenly pressed into the wall, eyes meeting those of his captor.
“Hey,” Brian whispered, breathing slowly, the look in his eyes absolutely . . . sinister.
“Hi there . . .” Zack struggled to speak out, his breathing quickening slightly at his face being only inches away from Brian’s.
“Y’know what I think about every time I look at you?” Brian asked, pressing closer to Zack, every contour of their bodies fitting together perfectly, sans the pressure growing in both men’s pants, pushing against the other.
“Wh-what’s that?” Zack asked, mind being lost to the warmth that took over from the close proximity, his words stumbling over eachother. God, he wanted Brian, wanted to know what it was like to be buried deep inside of him, wanted to feel the heat overwhelm him, and he wanted it now.
“I wonder what it’s like to kiss you,” Brian confessed as he crashed his lips to Zack’s, completely catching the green eyed man off guard. Zack was never one to be submissive but he couldn’t help but let this man control him, at least in this way.
Zack opened his mouth slightly to allow Brian’s tongue access as it explored the hot confines desperately, Zack’s own tongue battling for dominance, to reassert his position. His knees almost buckled as Brian’s left hand grabbed at his hair, the right finding it’s way up his shirt. Zack let his hands rest on Brian’s hips, toying with one of the many belts the man was wearing as his mind concocted quite a few plans for all of the leather accessories. Brian broke his mouth away, a whine of disapproval letting go in the back of Zack’s throat, only to be replaced by a guttural moan as Brian’s fang-like teeth began to nip and bite at the column of Zack’s neck, tongue lashing out every now and then to taste the saltiness of the skin and sweat. Both men stopped immediately, however, as raindrops began to fall gently, a random spring shower catching them.
“Let’s go back to my place,” Zack said breathlessly, pulling his keys from his back pocket. Brian nodded, blinking his eyes, the orbs almost black now. They quickly ran to Zack’s car back by the diner, but got soaked in the process, both laughing as they jumped in. Zack stuck the key in the ignition, the speakers blasting Talk Dirty To Me by Poison the minute the car came to life, Brian raising an eyebrow at his companions choice in music.
“Did you have ulterior motives for meeting me today?” he asked, giving Zack a smirk almost as deadly as his own, his intentions being punctuated as Brian’s hand found Zack’s thigh, slowly inching upwards to the very prominent bulge he’d left in Zack’s pants. Zack let his head fall back on the seat as he gasped, Brian massaging over his ever-tightening jeans.
“M-Maybe I did, Brian. Shall we get back to my place and find out?” Zack asked, voice straining, biting his lip. Brian removed his hand so Zack could drive without killing them both. Zack both whined and breathed a sigh of relief as he peeled out of the parking space, all the way to his apartment.
Zack tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the road but it was proving to be quite the daunting task as he could hear faint squeaks and moans coming from the passenger seat. He had an idea what Brian was doing but he didn’t want to look over to find out. Pulling over and fucking in the back seat wasn’t really Zack’s idea of a good first time with Brian.
Zack pulled into the parking space and would have nearly forgotten to shut off his car if his apartment key hadn’t been on the same ring as the car key. He and Brian jumped out of the car, Zack taking the steps three at a time, Brian right behind him. Desperation was setting in now miniscule tasks were becoming extremely annoying. Zack let out a sound of victory as he opened the door, rushing inside, slamming the door, and pressing Brian against it, their mouths meeting hotly. Zack fought to regain control of the situation as he lifted Brian’s shirt over his head only to be stopped again as he saw the amazing condition Brian’s body was in. He wasn’t in too bad of a shape himself but every muscle on the tanned man look as if it’d been chiseled and cut to perfection.
“See somethin’ you like?” Brian teased, running his hand down his abs, fingers disappearing under the waistband of his jeans and boxer. Zack was unable to hold back his moan as he watched in fascination as Brian kneaded himself, watching how his face contorted in pleasure. Zack grabbed hold of his wrist.
“Enough fuckin’ around. Down to business. Now.” He demanded as he dragged Brian back to his bedroom, closed the door behind them, and threw Brian down on his bed. Zack moved to crawl on top of him but was stopped when Brian put a hand to his shoulder. Zack’s eyes immediately widened, afraid he’d done something wrong.
“This is great, Zackybaby, but this isn’t really my style,” Brian gave his unbelievably evil smirk, grabbing hold of Zack and throwing him down next to him, straddling his hips, “Please, let ME entertain YOU.”
Zack took in a shaky breath, eyes going even wider, mind racing with all of the things Brian could have in mind, cock twitching in the delicious anticipation as he watched Brian remove each of his belts painfully slow, undoing his jeans then looking back up to Zack’s face. The green eyed man’s eyes were completely blacked out, his jaw hanging slack, chest rising up and down rapidly as he drank in everything about the man on top of him. Brian lifted the stunned man’s shirt above his head, throwing it to the side, quickly attaching his lips to his clavicle, nipping and sucking his way to Zack’s pectoral, taking the nipple between his teeth, earning a breathy moan from Zack before his head fell back on his pillows. He would have NEVER guessed Brian was this much of a whore upon first meeting him but he was thanking every God available that he was finding out this way.
Brian made his way lower as he continued to attack with his tongue on Zack’s stomach, dipping his tongue into the bellybutton, and stopping right when he got to the waistband of Zack’s jeans. Zack lifted his head up to watch what Brian would do. Brian slowly undid his jeans, Zack lifting his hips to aid him in removing them, leaving him in only his severely tented boxers. Brian reached his hand in between the thin material to grab hold of Zack’ s raging hard-on. Zack moaned loudly and Brian worked him in his hand while he used the other hand to completely remove Zack’s boxers. Brian made sure he made eye contact with Zack, flashed his fangs in a smile, and took Zack’s tip into his mouth. Zack tried to buck his hips to, to gain more access into Brian’s mouth, but Brian held them down with a strong hand.
“B-Brian please . . .” Zack begged, “Let me inside of you . . . God, it’s been so long, I-I need it!” Zack hadn’t had anyone this hot in his bed in a while, and no red-blooded, gay American male could possibly resist this guy that was on him. Brian gave a fake sigh, complying with Zack’s demands, and slithered off of his until he was back on his feet at the end of the bed, removing a condom and small bottle of lube from his back pocket before shedding the rest of his clothing.
“Someone came prepared, eh?” Zack smirked, raising his eyebrow once again.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t think about it, too,” Brian quipped, Zack’s face reddening, further proving his point. He crawled back onto Zack’s thighs, ripping the condom open with his teeth much like Zack liked to do and rolled it onto Zack’s straining dick agonizingly slow. Zack took this time to properly allow his hands to roam Brian’s body, attempting to memorize every curve and bump of his hard figure, causing Brian to nearly purr. His attention was brought back to what Brian was doing when he heard the pop of a cap, and felt the coldness of the gel as Brian lathered a generous amount onto his dick, then throwing the bottle to the side before lining himself up over Zack’s hips.
“Wait, whoa whoa whoa, you aren’t prepped!” Zack piped up, afraid Brian had forgotten in their haste. All he got was that seemingly ever-present smirk of Brian’s as he replied with a quick “I know.”
Brian slammed himself down, back arching, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Zack himself was no better, entire body shaking, fists clenching at his sides, his eyes swimming to the back of his head as he was lost in the dizzying heat and tightness of Brian’s ass, unashamedly moaning. His head was buzzing so much, he’d NEVER been lost in this much pleasure in his life, never even in his wildest wet dreams. He knew from this point on he was hooked. He grabbed hold of Brian’s spiked hair, pulling their faces close, lips crashing together, chest pressed close, hearts pounding together as Brian moved himself up and down, Zack thrusting his hips up to meet Brian’s movements. Zack suddenly moved his hips under Brian, thrusting up hard, and hitting his intended target.
Hearing the scream that Brian let out was almost enough to push Zack over the edge. Brian’s hands grabbed at Zack’s shoulders, fingernails digging into the heated flesh as he slammed himself down repeatedly. Zack’s hands travelled all over Brian again, his left gently massaging his hip, the right moving to jerk him off, Brian moaning in his mouth in appreciation. Zack’s pierced lips moved to bite at Brian’s neck, getting a sharp gasp and another loud moan from the man riding him. So Zack had found his kink already. Damn this guy was intoxicating. Zack’s ears were ringing in the most gratifying of ways as he felt that oh so familiar heat pooling in his stomach. One hard bite to Brian’s neck and a rough jerk to his dick was all it took to bring the brown eyed man to a loud climax, spilling himself onto Zack’s chest and stomach. Zack glanced up at Brian’s face, the half-lidded eyes and mouth in a perfect O, coupled with the convulsing of Brian’s tight ass around him send him over the edge, animalistic noises ripping themselves from his throat as he came harder than he could ever remember. Zack fell onto his back with the power of what he thought would go down as the best orgasm he’d ever had.
He came back to reality as Brian removed himself off of Zack’s softening dick, pulling off the condom, tying a knot in it, and throwing it in the trashcan by Zack’s bed before crawling back onto Zack, this time not as seductively, and attached himself to Zack’s side, nuzzling his nose into his chest.
“Oh my God,” Zack laughed as he looked down at Brian.
“What’s so funny?” Brian asked with a teasing pout, looking back up at Zack.
“It’s funny how one minute you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen then the next you’re absolutely adorable,” Zack admitted. He was absolutely smitten with Brian and he knew it.
“You love it,” Brian smiled up at him again and buried his nose to Zack’s chest again, cuddling into him, giving a content sigh.
“Yeah . . . I really do,” Zack couldn’t help but laugh tiredly as he wrapped his arms possessively around Brian, burying his nose in his hair, inhaling deeply. So people said he was quick to give his heart away, he didn’t care. This felt right. No. Brian felt right. He could tell deep within the very depths of his soul that Brian was different, Brian was special. He didn’t care what Coby would think about him, he knew Brian wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever met before. A warmth spread through every one of his limbs as he looked back down at Brian, who had quickly fallen asleep, the warm feeling numbing every sense he had as his eyes slipped shut and he drifted off into a deep, comfortable slumber.
Summary: Coby's always had to handle things alone. But will he be able to get over the demons from his past and still get through the present by himself or will somebody be able to save him before it's too late?
Rating: PG-13 for now, may change later.
Disclaimer: NONE OF THIS HAPPENED. End of story.
Authors Note: This is my first fic here, so please be gentle =]
A/N 2: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR ABOUT A MONTH!!! Ive been on vacation and it’s really hard to write with a lot of other people around you, I promise I’ll try to keep the updates more frequent now that I’m home!!!
This chapter dedicated to winginblood for writing some purty damn amazing Jacoby/James sex for me!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 8.5
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Zack flipped his phone shut, rubbing his temples before walking back into the 50’s themed diner where he’d been enjoying a nice late breakfast with Brian Haner, the man he’d met at James’ precinct. So maybe Zack hadn’t been 100% truthful with Coby by not telling him that he and this new guy had been talking for a few days and they’d decided on going to breakfast before tackling the more romantic setting of a dinner date. Zack smiled, his green eyes sparkling as he approached the table that Brian was seated at, the brown eyed man watching his every move with the fascination of a lovesick school boy, his elbow propped on the table, chin resting in his palm.
Zack pulled his chair back out, plopping down, and shooting Brian the smile that was infamous with all his female customers, causing the other to giggle unashamedly. As manly and muscular as Brian looked, there was nothing he could do to hide the girlish attraction he had towards Zack, and the way his chocolate brown eyes would melt upon meeting Zack’s. Needless to say, the bartender knew he had the secretary by the heartstrings.
“Sorry about that. It was . . . kinda important,” Zack apologized for suddenly excusing himself like he had. Brian shook his head and gave a reassuring smile.
“Not a problem. Was it Coby?” Brian vaguely knew about the blue-eyed best friend of Zack’s through his paperwork at the precinct and a few mentions by Zack. He did know, however, that in the short amount of time he’d known Zack, the bartender seemed to always worry his head off about the guy. It was understandable though, once Brian saw his long rap sheet of minor offences that his side of the law had to intervene in, almost all of them involving public intoxication followed by indecency or violence.
“Yeah, it was him, finally. God, I was so worried about that kid!” Zack pinched the bridge of his nose, “He’s been with James all along so I guess I don’t need to worry anymore, he’ll take good care of him.” Zack said with a slight smirk.
“I’m not surprised,” Brian started, taking a sip of his coffee, “You can tell by just the look on James’ face while he’s dealing with getting Coby’s case straightened out, any mention of him he gets all googly eyed. I swear dude, he’s like a little school boy!” Brian laughed.
“Oh really? I don’t think you have any room to talk about acting like a schoolboy, Brian.” Zack effortlessly gave his best “sexy stare”, slightly raising one eyebrow with a devilish smirk, which worked flawlessly. Brian’s face was burning instantly, picking up his cup of coffee in an attempt to hide it.
“Well it’s not my fault I’m sitting across the table from someone who could have men lined up for miles just to suck his cock!” Brian exclaimed. Zack nearly choked on his own coffee, face burning even hotter than Brian’s, said cock twitching uncontrollably.
“And tell me Brian,” Zack managed to speak after swallowing a huge gulp of the hot liquid in his cup, “Would you be in this line?”
Brian only gave a smirk of his very own, eyes fixed on Zack like a predator to its prey, a predator ready to make the kill. Zack could barely think straight. Damn this guy was fuckin’ hot.
“Well Zack . . . would you WANT me to be in that line?”
“There would BE no line if you were in it, I’d shoo all of the other guys away.” Zack confessed, his brain having given up control of his mouth to his dick. He was pretty sure the bulge in his pants was extremely evident at this point in time. Before Brian could reply with something filthy, their waitress came over to take their order, Zack pulling his usual tricks, flashing his pearly whites, blinking more than usual to draw attention to his shimmering jade eyes as both men ordered. As the woman walked back to the kitchen a giggling mess, he couldn’t help but notice Brian trying to suppress his own giddy smile. Zack raised an eyebrow in questioning, laughing slightly as the other man reddened once again.
“Sorry, you’re just . . . really fuckin’ cute. I can’t help it!” Brian tried to hide his face but his bashful tone did nothing to help his case. Zack shook his head and nursed his coffee again, wondering how he could go from wanting to fuck the guy’s brain out to thinking he could quite possibly be the most adorable thing he’s ever laid eyes on. This guy was really fucking with his head and he loved it.
After a few minutes of incessant and very obvious flirting, their food arrived, both of them eating and throwing eachother teasing glances. Zack knew he was falling, and fast, and he loved every second of the descent into what he knew could be a beautiful, loving relationship. Sure, people said he was too quick to give his heart away, but he couldn’t deny the strength of the attraction he had towards this brown eyed vixen, and to be honest he damn deserved this. He couldn’t even remember the last legitimate boyfriend he had because of his overbearing, overprotective, and overpowering best friend. He loved Coby but it got old watching him threaten and even go as far as to beat the living hell out of any guy he deemed as ‘undeserving’ or anyone who made a wrong move. Just thinking about it pissed him off and he didn’t want to be pissed off right now.
He decided to focus on the matter at hand and that was figuring out how to get this gorgeous man across from him to kiss him. Another thing people had accused him of being was being too fast but he didn’t care. He wanted Brian like he’d wanted no other before and he’d be damned if he let anything stop him.
“So Brian,” Zack started after swallowing his forkful of eggs, causing Brian’s dark eyes to stop undressing Zack mentally, “what got you into the job you have now?”
Brian swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and smiled.
“I was getting in a lot of trouble in high school so my father said it was either military school or I do something involved with law enforcement so I could see what it would be like if I kept fucking up without actually having to do hard time myself.”
Zack nodded and took a bite of his toast.
“What kind of trouble, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Eh, just stupid stuff. Smoked tons of pot, did a few other kinds of drugs, drinking and partying, y’know, just stupid teenager things.”
“Yeah, I’ve been there too,” Zack laughed, remembering all the times he and Coby had gotten smashed out of their minds, “At least you never got kicked out of a 7-11 when you got into a yelling match with the ATM machine because it stole your Swedish Fish.”
Zack’s statement caused Brian to nearly spit his food out in laughter, composing himself enough to swallow it without choking, and breaking out in a fit of laughter. Zack could have died right there, Brian’s laugh was like music to his ears.
“I can’t say that I’ve ever gotten into a fight with an ATM machine, Zachary, but I DID rename myself Synyster Gates when I drove through the park drunk with my friend Jimmy,” Brian giggled. People calling him Zachary was nearly unheard of but the name sounded so good rolling off of Brian’s tongue.
“Well I’ve gotta say . . . it’s a creative name but I like Brian a lot better. It sounds cuter,” Zack smiled, finishing off the orange juice he’d ordered. It was nearly 1 pm by the time they’d both finished eating, and both were eager to move the conversation elsewhere. Zack paid the waitress when she came back over, left a $15 tip, and both men got up to leave. Zack moved to stretch, raising his arms above his head, only to double over after Brian poked him in the stomach, watching as he jogged down the street giggling, looking over his shoulder to see if Zack was chasing. What were they, 12 year olds playing tag on the schoolyard? Zack didn’t care though, he didn’t think he could have gotten any luckier as he watched Brian’s ass while chasing after him. Zack did indeed run after him, ducking into the alleyway he saw Brian run into seconds earlier, and was suddenly pressed into the wall, eyes meeting those of his captor.
“Hey,” Brian whispered, breathing slowly, the look in his eyes absolutely . . . sinister.
“Hi there . . .” Zack struggled to speak out, his breathing quickening slightly at his face being only inches away from Brian’s.
“Y’know what I think about every time I look at you?” Brian asked, pressing closer to Zack, every contour of their bodies fitting together perfectly, sans the pressure growing in both men’s pants, pushing against the other.
“Wh-what’s that?” Zack asked, mind being lost to the warmth that took over from the close proximity, his words stumbling over eachother. God, he wanted Brian, wanted to know what it was like to be buried deep inside of him, wanted to feel the heat overwhelm him, and he wanted it now.
“I wonder what it’s like to kiss you,” Brian confessed as he crashed his lips to Zack’s, completely catching the green eyed man off guard. Zack was never one to be submissive but he couldn’t help but let this man control him, at least in this way.
Zack opened his mouth slightly to allow Brian’s tongue access as it explored the hot confines desperately, Zack’s own tongue battling for dominance, to reassert his position. His knees almost buckled as Brian’s left hand grabbed at his hair, the right finding it’s way up his shirt. Zack let his hands rest on Brian’s hips, toying with one of the many belts the man was wearing as his mind concocted quite a few plans for all of the leather accessories. Brian broke his mouth away, a whine of disapproval letting go in the back of Zack’s throat, only to be replaced by a guttural moan as Brian’s fang-like teeth began to nip and bite at the column of Zack’s neck, tongue lashing out every now and then to taste the saltiness of the skin and sweat. Both men stopped immediately, however, as raindrops began to fall gently, a random spring shower catching them.
“Let’s go back to my place,” Zack said breathlessly, pulling his keys from his back pocket. Brian nodded, blinking his eyes, the orbs almost black now. They quickly ran to Zack’s car back by the diner, but got soaked in the process, both laughing as they jumped in. Zack stuck the key in the ignition, the speakers blasting Talk Dirty To Me by Poison the minute the car came to life, Brian raising an eyebrow at his companions choice in music.
“Did you have ulterior motives for meeting me today?” he asked, giving Zack a smirk almost as deadly as his own, his intentions being punctuated as Brian’s hand found Zack’s thigh, slowly inching upwards to the very prominent bulge he’d left in Zack’s pants. Zack let his head fall back on the seat as he gasped, Brian massaging over his ever-tightening jeans.
“M-Maybe I did, Brian. Shall we get back to my place and find out?” Zack asked, voice straining, biting his lip. Brian removed his hand so Zack could drive without killing them both. Zack both whined and breathed a sigh of relief as he peeled out of the parking space, all the way to his apartment.
Zack tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the road but it was proving to be quite the daunting task as he could hear faint squeaks and moans coming from the passenger seat. He had an idea what Brian was doing but he didn’t want to look over to find out. Pulling over and fucking in the back seat wasn’t really Zack’s idea of a good first time with Brian.
Zack pulled into the parking space and would have nearly forgotten to shut off his car if his apartment key hadn’t been on the same ring as the car key. He and Brian jumped out of the car, Zack taking the steps three at a time, Brian right behind him. Desperation was setting in now miniscule tasks were becoming extremely annoying. Zack let out a sound of victory as he opened the door, rushing inside, slamming the door, and pressing Brian against it, their mouths meeting hotly. Zack fought to regain control of the situation as he lifted Brian’s shirt over his head only to be stopped again as he saw the amazing condition Brian’s body was in. He wasn’t in too bad of a shape himself but every muscle on the tanned man look as if it’d been chiseled and cut to perfection.
“See somethin’ you like?” Brian teased, running his hand down his abs, fingers disappearing under the waistband of his jeans and boxer. Zack was unable to hold back his moan as he watched in fascination as Brian kneaded himself, watching how his face contorted in pleasure. Zack grabbed hold of his wrist.
“Enough fuckin’ around. Down to business. Now.” He demanded as he dragged Brian back to his bedroom, closed the door behind them, and threw Brian down on his bed. Zack moved to crawl on top of him but was stopped when Brian put a hand to his shoulder. Zack’s eyes immediately widened, afraid he’d done something wrong.
“This is great, Zackybaby, but this isn’t really my style,” Brian gave his unbelievably evil smirk, grabbing hold of Zack and throwing him down next to him, straddling his hips, “Please, let ME entertain YOU.”
Zack took in a shaky breath, eyes going even wider, mind racing with all of the things Brian could have in mind, cock twitching in the delicious anticipation as he watched Brian remove each of his belts painfully slow, undoing his jeans then looking back up to Zack’s face. The green eyed man’s eyes were completely blacked out, his jaw hanging slack, chest rising up and down rapidly as he drank in everything about the man on top of him. Brian lifted the stunned man’s shirt above his head, throwing it to the side, quickly attaching his lips to his clavicle, nipping and sucking his way to Zack’s pectoral, taking the nipple between his teeth, earning a breathy moan from Zack before his head fell back on his pillows. He would have NEVER guessed Brian was this much of a whore upon first meeting him but he was thanking every God available that he was finding out this way.
Brian made his way lower as he continued to attack with his tongue on Zack’s stomach, dipping his tongue into the bellybutton, and stopping right when he got to the waistband of Zack’s jeans. Zack lifted his head up to watch what Brian would do. Brian slowly undid his jeans, Zack lifting his hips to aid him in removing them, leaving him in only his severely tented boxers. Brian reached his hand in between the thin material to grab hold of Zack’ s raging hard-on. Zack moaned loudly and Brian worked him in his hand while he used the other hand to completely remove Zack’s boxers. Brian made sure he made eye contact with Zack, flashed his fangs in a smile, and took Zack’s tip into his mouth. Zack tried to buck his hips to, to gain more access into Brian’s mouth, but Brian held them down with a strong hand.
“B-Brian please . . .” Zack begged, “Let me inside of you . . . God, it’s been so long, I-I need it!” Zack hadn’t had anyone this hot in his bed in a while, and no red-blooded, gay American male could possibly resist this guy that was on him. Brian gave a fake sigh, complying with Zack’s demands, and slithered off of his until he was back on his feet at the end of the bed, removing a condom and small bottle of lube from his back pocket before shedding the rest of his clothing.
“Someone came prepared, eh?” Zack smirked, raising his eyebrow once again.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t think about it, too,” Brian quipped, Zack’s face reddening, further proving his point. He crawled back onto Zack’s thighs, ripping the condom open with his teeth much like Zack liked to do and rolled it onto Zack’s straining dick agonizingly slow. Zack took this time to properly allow his hands to roam Brian’s body, attempting to memorize every curve and bump of his hard figure, causing Brian to nearly purr. His attention was brought back to what Brian was doing when he heard the pop of a cap, and felt the coldness of the gel as Brian lathered a generous amount onto his dick, then throwing the bottle to the side before lining himself up over Zack’s hips.
“Wait, whoa whoa whoa, you aren’t prepped!” Zack piped up, afraid Brian had forgotten in their haste. All he got was that seemingly ever-present smirk of Brian’s as he replied with a quick “I know.”
Brian slammed himself down, back arching, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Zack himself was no better, entire body shaking, fists clenching at his sides, his eyes swimming to the back of his head as he was lost in the dizzying heat and tightness of Brian’s ass, unashamedly moaning. His head was buzzing so much, he’d NEVER been lost in this much pleasure in his life, never even in his wildest wet dreams. He knew from this point on he was hooked. He grabbed hold of Brian’s spiked hair, pulling their faces close, lips crashing together, chest pressed close, hearts pounding together as Brian moved himself up and down, Zack thrusting his hips up to meet Brian’s movements. Zack suddenly moved his hips under Brian, thrusting up hard, and hitting his intended target.
Hearing the scream that Brian let out was almost enough to push Zack over the edge. Brian’s hands grabbed at Zack’s shoulders, fingernails digging into the heated flesh as he slammed himself down repeatedly. Zack’s hands travelled all over Brian again, his left gently massaging his hip, the right moving to jerk him off, Brian moaning in his mouth in appreciation. Zack’s pierced lips moved to bite at Brian’s neck, getting a sharp gasp and another loud moan from the man riding him. So Zack had found his kink already. Damn this guy was intoxicating. Zack’s ears were ringing in the most gratifying of ways as he felt that oh so familiar heat pooling in his stomach. One hard bite to Brian’s neck and a rough jerk to his dick was all it took to bring the brown eyed man to a loud climax, spilling himself onto Zack’s chest and stomach. Zack glanced up at Brian’s face, the half-lidded eyes and mouth in a perfect O, coupled with the convulsing of Brian’s tight ass around him send him over the edge, animalistic noises ripping themselves from his throat as he came harder than he could ever remember. Zack fell onto his back with the power of what he thought would go down as the best orgasm he’d ever had.
He came back to reality as Brian removed himself off of Zack’s softening dick, pulling off the condom, tying a knot in it, and throwing it in the trashcan by Zack’s bed before crawling back onto Zack, this time not as seductively, and attached himself to Zack’s side, nuzzling his nose into his chest.
“Oh my God,” Zack laughed as he looked down at Brian.
“What’s so funny?” Brian asked with a teasing pout, looking back up at Zack.
“It’s funny how one minute you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen then the next you’re absolutely adorable,” Zack admitted. He was absolutely smitten with Brian and he knew it.
“You love it,” Brian smiled up at him again and buried his nose to Zack’s chest again, cuddling into him, giving a content sigh.
“Yeah . . . I really do,” Zack couldn’t help but laugh tiredly as he wrapped his arms possessively around Brian, burying his nose in his hair, inhaling deeply. So people said he was quick to give his heart away, he didn’t care. This felt right. No. Brian felt right. He could tell deep within the very depths of his soul that Brian was different, Brian was special. He didn’t care what Coby would think about him, he knew Brian wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever met before. A warmth spread through every one of his limbs as he looked back down at Brian, who had quickly fallen asleep, the warm feeling numbing every sense he had as his eyes slipped shut and he drifted off into a deep, comfortable slumber.