One Night Stand
Title: One Night Stand (Because Matt Isn't God)
Author: scottdooluvsme and writtenaengel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zack/Matt Zack/Brian Zack/Matt/Brian
POV: Switches
Summary: When he first came to he thought he'd died and gone to heaven...but He had way too many tattoos. (Brian has a one night stand with Zack and Matt too!)
Disclaimer: It is illegal to own sexy people
Author Notes: I think I fixed it. I hope I fixed the cut. I hope you guys like it. Comments are equivalent to love. Thank you to everyone who told me. More stuff: I edited it. I hope everyone can read it now. Thanks so much for the comments everyone. We love them and we loves you!!!
“What could you possibly need milk for at 3 o’clock in the damn morning?” Zack groaned, throwing a pillow at Matt. Twenty minutes previous, Matt had woken up from a dead sleep, craving milk. He’d gotten out of bed quickly and attempted to move around the room in the darkness, in order not to wake Zack up with the light. Zack was moody when he didn’t get his sleep. Matt, being a huge klutz, had been doing fine until he’d tried to find his shoes, and stubbed his toe on the edge of their dresser. He’d howled and bent down to rub his toe and had ended up hitting his head on the edge of the dresser. Matt made a really loud ‘thump’ when he hit the ground. That, and the screaming curses he’d sent flying through the air, had woken Zack up, hair askew, face puffy and eyes angry.
“Sorry.” Matt had muttered.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zack had asked, his voice dark, deep and completely uncharacteristic.
“I woke up and just, inexplicably needed milk.”
Zack had rolled his eyes, scowled and fell back onto the bed, covering his face with a pillow. Matt had smiled widely at Zack’s under reaction and proceeded to tie his shoes. He hit his head on the way down, again. A sequence of events similar to earlier that night had occurred, (Matt cursing loudly, etc.), only this time Zack had got up, called him a fuck head, went back to the bed and threw a pillow at Matt, leading to the center of the shrubbery maze.
“I told you, I just woke up craving it.”
Zack eyed him like he was a mutant. “Woke up craving it?” He asked incredulously. “What are you, pregnant?” Then he started to look around on the floor.
“We both know if anyone was preggo, it’d be you Baker.” Matt replied, watching Zack with a confused expression as he got on his knees, throwing clothes from the floor all over. Matt realized they really needed to clean. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Looking for pants.” Zack replied curtly.
“Why?”
“I’m coming with you, idiot. You can’t wake me up at the ass-crack of the day and not expect me to want to do something. That’s a waste of energy. Now, hand me that hoodie and those flip flops. “
**********
Brian was really not a huge fan of the club he was in. So far, he’d gotten into two almost bar fights with two separate men, who believed Brian had been making moves on their girlfriends. Brian hadn’t been hitting on the girls specifically, he’d just been hitting on the whole table of attractive women with the hope that one of them was easy. How was he supposed to know that the two who responded most positively to his efforts had complete, meat-head-red-necks for boyfriends? Brian didn’t even know people like that existed in the city.
Brian looked over warily at the largest man who he’d finished arguing with just minutes ago. The man had his girlfriend on his lap, while he and his friends conversed in low tones. Brian shook his head. This was bullshit. He was too pretty for this. He needed a smoke. He walked around the club, disappearing outside after sneaking into the staff bathroom. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his lips, lighting it. He inhaled deeply and let the smoke out slowly, watching it curl around itself. Brian repeated this for about five minutes until he decided, I’m gonna pay my tab and leave. This place is no fun.
He went back inside, going to the bar, eyes involuntarily looking over to where the woman’s boyfriend had been. His friends were gone, and he was holding the girl close to his chest, his hand half way up her shirt. Brian may have been looking for a one night stand but he was way too classy for her. He took the same route out, through the staff bathroom, and ended up in the alley he’d just come from. He looked around for a minute, before he started walking, trying to remember where the hell he’d parked the car.
“Over there? Or over here?” He wondered out loud.
“Hey pretty boy.” Came a voice from behind Brian.
Brian arched an eyebrow. The thick accent, tell tale of someone who was southerner. The guy who was talking to him now was probably one of the bulky farmhand’s buddies. Brian turned around, coming almost face to face with the guy. He was a little shorter than Brian.
“I got a bone to pick with you.” The guy said.
“Really?”
“Yup. You picked the wrong lady to mess with tonight man.”
“I don’t recall you having a lady tonight.”
“He didn’t, but I did.” Came another voice, from behind Brian’s back. Brian
recognized it, the guy he’d argued with. “And if I’ve got a problem, he has a problem.”
Brian turned to face Farmer Boy. “How do you plan to solve your problem then?”
“Like this.” Said Farmer Boy.
He swung at Brian. Brian managed to dodge him and land a hit somewhere in the torso of the other male. Farmer Boy swung again and Brian managed to block that, but he was unable to block the blow to the center of his back, which knocked the breath out of him. He fell forward slightly turning his face and noticing a third person had come up another one of Farmer’s friends. He swung at Brian too, and Brian, still winded, barely managed to avoid it. He brought his fist to one of the two dark figures near him. One of them howled, the other hit Brian in the stomach, effectively knocking Brian against the alley’s dirty wall. Another person showed up from nowhere and pushed Brian’s head back, cracking it against the wall. Brian groaned and pushed the person off, already feeling the splitting of the skin at the back of his head. He fought as hard as he could, punching, kicking, biting here and there. In the end, the four on one got the best of him. He lay slumped against the wall, blood flowing down the back of his shirt and the front of his face. He heard Farmer Boy and his cronies walk away and that was the last thing Brian was aware of before he passed out completely.
***********
“Can you try and be more graceful?” Zacky asks, as once again Matt tripped over something.
“Not all of us are fairy princes like you.” Matt mutters under his breath.
Zacky ignores the childish comment, and continues walking, drawing his hoodie tighter around his body as a slight breeze goes by.
“Let’s take the shortcut behind the club. I wanna get back in bed soon.” Zacky says, as he turns down said alley.
Matt trails behind, trying not to trip over anything, and slows as he sees something slumped against the wall of the club.
“Hey Zack, is that a person over there?” Matt points. Zacky looks over to where Matt is pointing, and starts over towards the slumped figure.
“And I’m the princess.” Zack says quietly. “Send the less muscled man over to a figure in the alleyway.” Zack stops as he reaches the figure and peers at where the light from the door is shining on it. Zacky draws in a sharp breath as he sees the man’s face. He has the face of a god, fine bone, and thin but sensual lips.
Zacky kneels closer to the man, and brings his hand up to brush the hair back from his face, noticing blood on his finger tips when he pulls them back. Zacky is transfixed by the other, and sits there for a moment before he hears Matt call his name. Zacky blushes as he realizes he is hard from looking at the man.
“Matt, I think we should bring him back to our apartment.” Zack said slowly.
“What?” Matt exclaimed. “We don’t even know him. It could have been a drug deal gone wrong, or something. Can’t we just call 911 and have them deal with it.”
“Matt…would you like to be left outside if you were unconscious. It is cold out, he’s hurt, and it is the polite thing to do.”
“Zack. No.”
“Matt…” Zacky looked at him, eyes wide. “Matty please…”
“God!” Matt yells, than huffs. “You know I hate when you do that.”
Zacky smirked, knowing that the good ole ‘Matty’ trick had once again worked like a charm. He grabs the milk carton out of Matt’s hand and kisses him on the cheek. Matt goes over to the unconscious man and gets down on one knee, noticing that the man is quite good looking. He gently lifts the man up, one arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders.
“C’mon.” Zacky says. “And be careful, I don’t want you tripping while holding someone, I doubt he needs you to fall on him.”
Matt huffs and doesn’t answer, but he does watch where he steps. Having taken the shortcut, they were but minutes from the apartment complex, and he could already see the top of the building. He glances at Zacky, and can’t help but notice that Zack keeps looking at the man in his arms, like he can’t look away. Matt always having been the slightly jealous type, huffs.
“What?” Zacky asks.
“Oh, nothing.” Matt says. Zack rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath. They walk in silence until they reach the door of the complex and Zacky sighs.
“What now?” Matt asks.
“Did you remember to grab our room key?” Zack asks as he holds the door open for Matt and company.
“Erm yeah, it’s in my back pocket.” Matt states.
Zack presses the up button on the elevator and is instantly greeted with a
little bing as the doors slide open. Once inside, Zacky’s hand slips into Matt’s pocket to grab the key. Matt shifts the unconscious man in his arms and jumps slightly as the man lets out a groan. Zack can’t help but to let out a chuckle at this.
Once the elevator reaches their floor, in no time Zack has the apartment door open, eager to get the delicious creature, and Matt, in the room.
“Where should I dump him.” Matt asks.
“Excuse me?” Zacky says exasperatedly. “Did you really just say that?”
“Where should I gently place our guest?”
“In the bathroom, I am going to clean him up a bit.” Zack says with a smirk.
********
When Brian came to, his first thought was that he’d died and gone to heaven. Heaven was really white and bright and clean and there were disembodied hands stroking his face and body gently. Brian groaned and leaned into the soft touch, wondering if it was an angel who was touching him. He swung his gaze in the direction of the hand, but his vision was blurry, and all he could see was a black shape. Brain fell asleep again.
When Brian came to again, he heard the voice of God. It was rough and booming and whining about messing up it’s favorite shirt. God cursed a lot too apparently. All because of some shirt. Brian opened his eyes again and saw Him. He was shirtless and buff and tattooed with dimples. He’d always expected Him to have a long white beard, ageless face and be surrounded by light. He wasn’t, Brian noted. Brian also realized that heaven was a lot dirtier the second time around. He fell asleep again.
Third time up, Brian opened his eyes first and foremost, clearing his vision almost completely. A hand was stroking his face and Brian made out facial features. Angels really did look the way he thought they would, which was good after his disappointment about God. This angel was pretty and pale, black choppy hair and amazingly bright green eyes. She was a cutie. Brian smiled and she smiled back. She had piercings. Brian took note that heaven was a lot more liberated than his grandparents had told him it would be. He shut his eyes again and rasped out, “This is nice. I never knew I’d end up here.”
There was a pause. “I never expected you to end up here either. We don’t even know you.”
“Thank you for letting me in.”
Another pause. “It’s okay. I figured it was the right thing to do. We couldn’t just leave you when we found you down there, you know.”
Brian nodded. So he had been in hell! That’s why he’d felt so hot after the fight. When he saw God again he was gonna give him a big hug.
“Thanks.” Brian said once more. The angel just stroked his hair and said okay.
*********
Once they’d cleaned him up and everything, Zack found that this stranger was even more gorgeous than he’d thought. He was drop dead gorgeous. He was almost pretty, but not a delicate pretty, a manly pretty. Zack could barely keep himself from touching him inappropriately while he got him naked to wash him up. Matt was there too, but Zack could tell that the clouding in Matt’s eyes was far from lust. Once they’d cleaned him up, he threw one of Matt’s shirts and basketball shorts on him and put him in Matt and Zack’s bed, Zack had sat beside the stranger and touched his face and body.
The guy had come to about three times. Each time with Zack stroking his face. Zack watched him now, right after he and the stranger had some semblance of conversation. Matt came in the room, frowning because his shirt was messed up with “Alley muck shit and blood.” as he’d put it.
Zack smiled at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. This is my favorite shirt Zack. Now, I gotta get it dry cleaned. I was gonna wear it tomorrow!”
“Stop being such a big baby.”
“Shut up.” He glanced down at the stranger. “Is he awake yet?”
“He was awake a few minutes ago” Zack traced his fingers over the stranger’s lips. “I think he’s a little crazy.”
“Great, we got some insane bum off the street who got into a fist fight.”
“He’s hot though.” Zack reasoned.
Matt glanced at the guy. He shrugged. “Yeah, he is.”
Zack smiled at Matt. “I want him.” Zack said, his voice low, like when he woke up this morning.
“You’re not going to rape him in his sleep Zack.” Matt said sternly.
Zack gave Matt that look again (the are you serious?! one).
“No, of course not.” He crawled over the gorgeous stranger and plopped himself down in Matt’s lap. “But you can tide me over till he comes to.”
Matt’s eyes widened. “He’s right there.”
“He won’t wake up and if he does...free show!”
Zack latched his lips to Matt’s neck.Matt moved his head and turned Zack’s face to his, kissing him. Zack wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, pulling him closer. Matt titled his head, deepening the kiss. Zack moaned and licked along Matt’s bottom lip. Matt opened up and let him in.
**********
When Brian came to, for the fourth time, he was greeted by a strange sight. There was ‘God’ and that angel chick making out heatedly next to him. The Almighty wasn’t supposed to do that was He? Brian watched for a minute, his vision finally clearing up enough. The angel was actually pretty masculine for a girl, now that Brian had an up close look at her. Her shoulders were actually broad and her chest was flat. Brian looked to his immediate right and thought he saw not only ‘God’s pants tented, but the girls as well.
It could just be the way she’s sitting, he thought. Brian cleared his throat. They pulled apart. She was still pretty. ‘God’ flushed red.
“Um.” He said.
“I’m sorry for interrupting...sir.” Brian immediately said.
The Big Guy’s eyebrow went up. The angel giggled. “What?”
“First, just let me say that I’m so sorry I didn’t read my Bible more during my time on Earth. It was really wrong of me. But I’m glad you forgave me, sir.”
“Call me Matt please and what are you talking about?”
“Okay, Mr. Matt.” Brian said, sitting up slowly. He winced at the pain in his head. “I mean, that you’ve accepted me here and I just feel like I haven’t worshipped you enough. You have all my life now.” Brian said, bending, sending his sensitive face into the mattress.
He was really prepared to pray to The Most High.
“Get up dude. What do you mean?”
Brian looked up sheepishly. “God I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, God. Forgive me please.” Brian said pleading with Matt/God.
Brian watched Matt/God’s face scrunch up. Brian bit his lip. The angel giggled. Brian started feeling a little stupid.
“Can I use the bathroom?” Brian asked.
He nodded. Brian walked to the bathroom slowly. Something was a little fishy.
********
“He thinks I’m God.” Matt said to Zack, who was still perched on his lap.
“I know. Maybe we can use that to our advantage.” Zack said, finally tearing his eyes away from the stranger’s backside once the bathroom door had shut.
“Use it to our advantage? What do you mean?”
Zack bit his lip and looked down sheepishly, a half smile on his face. Matt knew Zack was about to say something either stupid, strange or unreasonable.
“Okay, so he thinks you’re God. Tell him that you command that he have sex with me.”
Matt’s mouth dropped open. “What?!” Matt stood, pushed Zack off his lap. Zack landed with an thud on the ground.
“No! No! Hell no! I’m not doing that. I can’t do that. I was raised Catholic. No Zack.”
“Matty-” Zack started.
“Don’t even try it. Don’t even try it!”
Zack pouted. “But Matty.”
“No!” Matt said, walking over to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. “Hey, buddy? You okay in there?”
“Yes.” Came the muffled reply.
“Look, man, I hope you’ve realized by now that I’m not God or anything. This isn’t heaven, it’s mine and Zack’s dingy apartment.”
A laugh. “Yea, guess I made an ass of myself.”
Matt laughed. “It’s fine. But look, I hope I’m not being too forward here, but my friend Zack, the guy who was on my lap, would really like to have sex with you.”
An incredibly long pause. Matt hoped the guy wasn’t silently plotting to murder both of them. “Um guy?” Matt said. “Look, sorry. I know I don’t know if you’re gay or not...but Zack is really hot for you...and he gives great head.” Matt said unsurely.
There was nothing. No sound from the other side of the door. Matt felt a sense of doom. He started prepping himself to fight. He turned to Zack, who was fuming silently behind him. His face was red and he was biting hard on his bottom lip.
“I think I may have struck a nerve.” Matt whispered.
“You dumb mother-” Zack started.
He shut his mouth when the door opened and the stranger stepped out. His brown eyes were on the floor but he looked up at Matt and asked him,
“So this is Zack?” The stranger said.
*******
Brian takes a step towards Zacky, closing the space between them, and presses his lips against the others full, pierced lips. He feels Zacky sigh as he parts his mouth to deepen the kiss, loving the feel of his silken lips mixed with the bite of the cold steel. Zacky puts a hand on the back of Brian’s head, gently pulling him closer until they are flush against each other, Zacky sandwiched between Brian and the wall. Brian feels the others hand, the one not holding his head close, make its way down his chest, and winces as it pushes against his bruised skin. Zacky pulls back and turns away, grabbing Brian’s wrist and pulling him towards the bedroom, Matt following closely behind.
“What’s your name?” He hears Zacky ask, a slight lisp could be heard.
“Brian.”
“Well Brian, lay on the bed and take off your shirt.”
Brian complies and winces as his muscles complain as he lifts his arms to rid himself of his shirt. Zacky crawls towards him on the bed, moving slowly, resembling a slinking cat. He stops between Brian’s legs, and sits back on his heels, eyes studying the bruises covering his torso. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of Brian, and captures Brian’s lips in another dizzying kiss.
He straddles Brian’s hips, and pulls back from the kiss, Brian’s head following the movement. Zacky softly kisses the side of Brian’s neck, tongue flicking out slightly to taste his skin. He makes his way down to Brian’s collarbone, and nips slightly, causing Brian to let out a soft groan. Zacky slowly moves his mouth to every inch of Brian’s bruised abdomen, lightly kissing, and nipping the colored flesh. He takes his time to tease each nipple into hardness, loving the feel of Brian squirm and grow hard under his ministrations. Moving further down, Zacky’s tongue plays with Brian’s naval, as his hands work on opening the pants of the man under him.
He pulls back to remove his own shirt, and bites his lip as Brian studies his body, smiling approvingly as he takes in lean chest and slim hips.
Zacky smirks coyly and moves further down Brian’s tan body, he pulls the pants off of Brian, leaving his boxers on. Brian groans as Zacky lowers his mouth to Brian’s clothed arousal, and sucks at him gently through his boxers, pulling back to blow on the dampened spot. Zacky smirks even more as Brian whimpers and writhers as the wet spot turns cool from Zacky’s breath on it. Zacky pulls down Brian’s boxers, Brian lifting his hips to help him along, and throws them carelessly over his shoulder onto the floor.
Zacky looks at Brian’s arousal, seeing he is slightly larger than Zacky, but not as big as Matt. He lowers his head down to Brian’s now free arousal, and places his thick lips around the head, gently sucking, tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Zacky looks at Brian through his lashes, and takes him all the way in his mouth, hearing Brian’s breathing pick up, and his mouth fall open as he deep throats him. Zacky hums in pleasure as Brian lets out another groan, this one louder than the rest. Zacky keeps his eyes on Brian’s face, watching how Brian’s cheeks flush and eyes roll at the pleasure Zacky is giving him. By now Zacky himself is hard and he wants to be fucked by this beautiful creature under him, so he quickly finishes Brian off and swallows what he has to offer before he crawls back up Brian’s shaking body. Pressing his lips once more to Brian’s, he feels the bed behind him dip and large hands pull him back by his hips. He moans once more as he feels hands separate his cheeks and a warm tongue presses against his entrance.
Zack looks over his shoulder at Matt who’s smiling at him sheepishly, dimples on display.
“I thought-”
“Yea but I just figured...I might as well...” Matt fumbles.
Zack smiles, crawls off Brian and next to Matt, kissing him, despite where
his tongue has been. Matt pulls him close, by the hips and his denim covered crotch rubs harshly against Zack’s naked cock. Zack feels the bed move and pulls away, looking at Brian who is frozen in an awkward standing position, eyes wide and smiling ridiculously.
“Well I figured you two were having a moment so...”
Zack shakes his head, patting a spot on the bed and getting on all fours in front of Matt.
“Stay and fuck me.”
*******
Brian was usually straight, most of the time. Under any other circumstances he probably would’ve said no, but Zack had just given him an amazing blow job and his ass looked just so tempting and he’d never watched someone get rimmed before and....Brian realized that he needed to stop making excuses. He wanted Zack too. He took the spot next to Matt, who smiled at him, on the bed as Matt swooped down and claimed Zack’s ass with his tongue. It was actually pretty fascinating to see. Matt’s pink tongue disappearing into Zack’s puckered hole. Brian was getting hard again, just from watching, but when he concentrated on Zack’s moans as well, he just about creamed himself.
Brian rests some of his fingers atop Matt’s hands on Zack’s ass. Matt looks up at him. Brian stops thinking for a second before he asks, “Can I?”
Matt nods happily before moving over a little. Zack looks over his shoulder once more and notices Brian moving to Matt’s place. Brian sticks his tongue inside, cringing a little at the strange taste, but pushes farther in anyway. Zack moans loudly and pushes back against Brian’s face. Brian pulls his tongue back and pushes forward again into Zack’s tightness. He feels like he’s actually getting good at it when he feels Matt’s head next to his. He shifts his eyes over to Matt without removing his tongue. All of a sudden Matt’s tongue is pushing at Zack’s ass too and Zack is screaming ‘FUCK’ into the air. Matt smirks and Brian looks from his dimples back to both tongues inside Zack.
“Okay. Okay. Come on, somebody fuck me.” Zack moans about three minutes later.
Matt laughs into Zack and Zack collapses. Literally. Brian smiles and looks at Matt, who is looking at him and says, “Me right?”
Matt smiles and nods kissing him on the cheek, then gets up off the bed moving to a chair beside the bed. Zack turns over onto his back and stretches his arms out for Brian. He pulls Brian into a desperate kiss. It’s absolutely forceful and Brian was already hissing from the pain of dropping not-so delicately on his bruises. He pushes up on his arms to hover over Zack, who is looking at him with glassy eyes and glistening lips.
Zack mouths “Come on.” and that’s all the incentive Brian needs to really do this.
He hoists Zack’s calves over his shoulders and pulls a pillow from beside Zack to place under his ass. Something hard and light hits him on the upper arm and he looks over at Matt, who is stroking an above average erection and smirking at him.
“Lube.” Is all Matt says.
Brian nods and picks up the tiny bottle, squeezing some into his palms and rubbing up and down his cock. Zack starts writhing underneath him, shifting his hips even more up, getting thoroughly impatient. Brian grabs one of his calves, using his other hand to line himself up. He pushes in slowly, watching Zack’s face as his mouth drops open and his eyes get wide. He leans down and kisses him, at the same time drawing his hips back only to thrust back into Zack. Zack moans and Brian guesses he must of hit the jackpot. He tries again but misses completely, even though Zack doesn’t seem to mind, his head turned to the side watching Matt. Brian thrusts in again and catches Zack’s prostate so Zack turns back to him, even though Brian really wants to look at Matt too. Zack starts pushing back against him, pushing his hips up more, trying to take Brian deeper. Brain complies, changing his angle a bit and thrusting powerfully into Zack who whines every time his prostate gets breached. Brian works up a fair pace and even manages to sneak a few looks at Matt, who he must say is absolutely amazing when he’s pleasuring himself.
“Oh fuck Brian, I’m about to cum. I swear...Oh fuck.” Zack says with his lips by Brian’s ear.
Brian hadn’t been truly ready to blow yet, but Zack’s voice in his ear saying that to him and the little nip he gives Brian’s earlobe brings him ever so slightly closer.
He pushes into Zack again, purposely avoiding his prostate because Brian really wanted this to last. Zack groans and tries to shift his hips. Brian moves his fist to Zack’s cock and holds hard at the base. He wants the two of them to come at the same time. He hates thrusting pointlessly into a disengaged person. Zack groans and bites forcefully down on his ear. Brian moans and bites at Zack’s neck, not loosening his grip on Zack’s cock.
“Brian...Brian come on. Let me go.” Zack moans.
Brian grunts in response, thrusting forcefully again because he knows if he hits Zack just right, the other male with tighten and Brian will get right there.
“Brian...Brian...please...shit..please let me come.”
That’s enough, Zack’s breathy pleading voice in his ear is all it takes for Brian to be right on the edge of orgasm. He starts pumping Zack quickly, squeezing up and down his shaft. Zack starts moaning and writhing and his cock is terribly flushed. Brian is right there with him he just needs something more...Both he and Zack’s heads snap to the left when Matt lets out a low, sexy moan/groan and starts coming all over himself. That was it for Brian, Matt’s face contorted in ecstasy, his voice gorgeous and Zack’s tight, convulsing body around him, and Zack’s breath in his ear and Brian is coming in spurts inside Zack, who he guesses is coming too.
Brian’s arms give out once he’s spent, he doesn’t even have time to pay attention to the pain on his bruises. He can barely move, he can barely feel anything except for how amazing his orgasm was and how soft Zack is under him. He and Zack spend about ten minutes like that, until their come starts drying between them. Brian pulls out and sits back on his haunches. Zack looks up at him, then down at his own stomach. His eyes widen.
“Eww.” He says.
Brian smiles. “Yea.”
“We should take a shower.”
Brian smiles. “Yea.”
*********
They all end up having sex in the shower, Matt and Brian getting close this time while Zack watches. It’s actually pretty hot, getting split apart by Matt. Brian knows he’s got even more bruises now, but it’s okay cause he did want a one night stand and if you’re gonna do one, might as well get your times worth.
******
The next morning Matt is up first, followed by Brian. Brian is awoken only by Matt, who apparently broke something heavy from the ‘thump’ he’d heard and the cursing he’d been doing. Zack was completely tangled up in Brian and had tightened his grip even more when Matt had called something a “Dumb ass fucktard electronic”
“Don’t.” Zack had mumbled.
But he’d fallen asleep again immediately after so Brian pulled himself free and stumbled around the room looking for his boxers. He couldn’t find them so he pulled up the towel he’d worn after his shower. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, where Matt was staring intently at the coffee maker.
“Need some help there big guy?” Brian had asked. He hoped there wouldn’t be any of that one night stand awkwardness between them. Matt had turned to him and nodding.
“Thank God. You’re a lifesaver.”
“You mean thank you.”
Matt’s brows furrow for a moment, before he gets the play on Brian’s ignorance, early last night.
Brian easily made them two cups of coffee and he and Matt had sat on the kitchen counter, drinking it, the air heavy with silence.
“So...um...I guess I’ll be leaving later. Once I find my clothes and stuff.” Brian said finally. Matt looked at him.
“Yea. I guess.” He swung his legs a bit. “But you’re clothes are filthy, so you can borrow some of mine or Zack’s, if you want.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that. I’ll just wear mine.”
“No, it’s really okay if you take one of our outfits. Zack buys clothes for the both of us like every two weeks so he won’t even miss it.”
Brian laughs. “Thanks.”
Matt nods. “And hey, we’ll clean your clothes for you if they’re so important to you. You could come and pick them up sometime. Zack would be more than happy to see you again. You could leave your number and we could call or...”
“You trying to pick me up Matt? After last night, you’re really resorting to some scheme to see me again?” Brian asks, smirking.
Matt smiles bashfully, dimples showing again. He rubs the back of his neck. “I guess. I just didn’t want it to be awkward you know. Threeways and things like this are always so weird the morning after.”
“I know! Oh my God I was thinking the same thing, this morning.”
“Really?! See we think alike, now you really have to leave your number.”
Brian laughs and Matt kisses him on the cheek. Matt gets up from the counter and checks his watch.
“Shit.” He takes Brian’s empty mug and drops it in the sink. “I got to get to work.”
Brian nods. He’s probably gonna get yelled at by his boss when he goes in tomorrow. He sees Matt out and then sets about finding clothes for himself. Zack wakes up in the middle of his search.
“Hey sexy, you really robbing us?” Zack says.
Brian smiles at him. “Nah, just trying to find some clothes you know. Matt said I could.”
Zack nods and gets out of bed, going to brush his teeth. In half an hour, Zack sees Brian out the door.
“So, you know, I’ll call and I can come pick up my clothes...or whatever you
want.” Brian says, scrawling his number into Zack’s palm.
Zack nods. “Yeah, sure.” Zack replies, making sure to pat Brian’s back pant pocket where he placed his and Matt’s phone number.
“I’d like to see you again for sure.” Zack says.
“Same here.” Brian concurs. He kisses Zack again and takes off down the hall to go find the club and hopefully his car. He smirks a little at the pain in his backside. Oh yeah, he is definitely seeing these guys again.
End
Author: scottdooluvsme and writtenaengel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zack/Matt Zack/Brian Zack/Matt/Brian
POV: Switches
Summary: When he first came to he thought he'd died and gone to heaven...but He had way too many tattoos. (Brian has a one night stand with Zack and Matt too!)
Disclaimer: It is illegal to own sexy people
Author Notes: I think I fixed it. I hope I fixed the cut. I hope you guys like it. Comments are equivalent to love. Thank you to everyone who told me. More stuff: I edited it. I hope everyone can read it now. Thanks so much for the comments everyone. We love them and we loves you!!!
“What could you possibly need milk for at 3 o’clock in the damn morning?” Zack groaned, throwing a pillow at Matt. Twenty minutes previous, Matt had woken up from a dead sleep, craving milk. He’d gotten out of bed quickly and attempted to move around the room in the darkness, in order not to wake Zack up with the light. Zack was moody when he didn’t get his sleep. Matt, being a huge klutz, had been doing fine until he’d tried to find his shoes, and stubbed his toe on the edge of their dresser. He’d howled and bent down to rub his toe and had ended up hitting his head on the edge of the dresser. Matt made a really loud ‘thump’ when he hit the ground. That, and the screaming curses he’d sent flying through the air, had woken Zack up, hair askew, face puffy and eyes angry.
“Sorry.” Matt had muttered.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zack had asked, his voice dark, deep and completely uncharacteristic.
“I woke up and just, inexplicably needed milk.”
Zack had rolled his eyes, scowled and fell back onto the bed, covering his face with a pillow. Matt had smiled widely at Zack’s under reaction and proceeded to tie his shoes. He hit his head on the way down, again. A sequence of events similar to earlier that night had occurred, (Matt cursing loudly, etc.), only this time Zack had got up, called him a fuck head, went back to the bed and threw a pillow at Matt, leading to the center of the shrubbery maze.
“I told you, I just woke up craving it.”
Zack eyed him like he was a mutant. “Woke up craving it?” He asked incredulously. “What are you, pregnant?” Then he started to look around on the floor.
“We both know if anyone was preggo, it’d be you Baker.” Matt replied, watching Zack with a confused expression as he got on his knees, throwing clothes from the floor all over. Matt realized they really needed to clean. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Looking for pants.” Zack replied curtly.
“Why?”
“I’m coming with you, idiot. You can’t wake me up at the ass-crack of the day and not expect me to want to do something. That’s a waste of energy. Now, hand me that hoodie and those flip flops. “
**********
Brian was really not a huge fan of the club he was in. So far, he’d gotten into two almost bar fights with two separate men, who believed Brian had been making moves on their girlfriends. Brian hadn’t been hitting on the girls specifically, he’d just been hitting on the whole table of attractive women with the hope that one of them was easy. How was he supposed to know that the two who responded most positively to his efforts had complete, meat-head-red-necks for boyfriends? Brian didn’t even know people like that existed in the city.
Brian looked over warily at the largest man who he’d finished arguing with just minutes ago. The man had his girlfriend on his lap, while he and his friends conversed in low tones. Brian shook his head. This was bullshit. He was too pretty for this. He needed a smoke. He walked around the club, disappearing outside after sneaking into the staff bathroom. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his lips, lighting it. He inhaled deeply and let the smoke out slowly, watching it curl around itself. Brian repeated this for about five minutes until he decided, I’m gonna pay my tab and leave. This place is no fun.
He went back inside, going to the bar, eyes involuntarily looking over to where the woman’s boyfriend had been. His friends were gone, and he was holding the girl close to his chest, his hand half way up her shirt. Brian may have been looking for a one night stand but he was way too classy for her. He took the same route out, through the staff bathroom, and ended up in the alley he’d just come from. He looked around for a minute, before he started walking, trying to remember where the hell he’d parked the car.
“Over there? Or over here?” He wondered out loud.
“Hey pretty boy.” Came a voice from behind Brian.
Brian arched an eyebrow. The thick accent, tell tale of someone who was southerner. The guy who was talking to him now was probably one of the bulky farmhand’s buddies. Brian turned around, coming almost face to face with the guy. He was a little shorter than Brian.
“I got a bone to pick with you.” The guy said.
“Really?”
“Yup. You picked the wrong lady to mess with tonight man.”
“I don’t recall you having a lady tonight.”
“He didn’t, but I did.” Came another voice, from behind Brian’s back. Brian
recognized it, the guy he’d argued with. “And if I’ve got a problem, he has a problem.”
Brian turned to face Farmer Boy. “How do you plan to solve your problem then?”
“Like this.” Said Farmer Boy.
He swung at Brian. Brian managed to dodge him and land a hit somewhere in the torso of the other male. Farmer Boy swung again and Brian managed to block that, but he was unable to block the blow to the center of his back, which knocked the breath out of him. He fell forward slightly turning his face and noticing a third person had come up another one of Farmer’s friends. He swung at Brian too, and Brian, still winded, barely managed to avoid it. He brought his fist to one of the two dark figures near him. One of them howled, the other hit Brian in the stomach, effectively knocking Brian against the alley’s dirty wall. Another person showed up from nowhere and pushed Brian’s head back, cracking it against the wall. Brian groaned and pushed the person off, already feeling the splitting of the skin at the back of his head. He fought as hard as he could, punching, kicking, biting here and there. In the end, the four on one got the best of him. He lay slumped against the wall, blood flowing down the back of his shirt and the front of his face. He heard Farmer Boy and his cronies walk away and that was the last thing Brian was aware of before he passed out completely.
***********
“Can you try and be more graceful?” Zacky asks, as once again Matt tripped over something.
“Not all of us are fairy princes like you.” Matt mutters under his breath.
Zacky ignores the childish comment, and continues walking, drawing his hoodie tighter around his body as a slight breeze goes by.
“Let’s take the shortcut behind the club. I wanna get back in bed soon.” Zacky says, as he turns down said alley.
Matt trails behind, trying not to trip over anything, and slows as he sees something slumped against the wall of the club.
“Hey Zack, is that a person over there?” Matt points. Zacky looks over to where Matt is pointing, and starts over towards the slumped figure.
“And I’m the princess.” Zack says quietly. “Send the less muscled man over to a figure in the alleyway.” Zack stops as he reaches the figure and peers at where the light from the door is shining on it. Zacky draws in a sharp breath as he sees the man’s face. He has the face of a god, fine bone, and thin but sensual lips.
Zacky kneels closer to the man, and brings his hand up to brush the hair back from his face, noticing blood on his finger tips when he pulls them back. Zacky is transfixed by the other, and sits there for a moment before he hears Matt call his name. Zacky blushes as he realizes he is hard from looking at the man.
“Matt, I think we should bring him back to our apartment.” Zack said slowly.
“What?” Matt exclaimed. “We don’t even know him. It could have been a drug deal gone wrong, or something. Can’t we just call 911 and have them deal with it.”
“Matt…would you like to be left outside if you were unconscious. It is cold out, he’s hurt, and it is the polite thing to do.”
“Zack. No.”
“Matt…” Zacky looked at him, eyes wide. “Matty please…”
“God!” Matt yells, than huffs. “You know I hate when you do that.”
Zacky smirked, knowing that the good ole ‘Matty’ trick had once again worked like a charm. He grabs the milk carton out of Matt’s hand and kisses him on the cheek. Matt goes over to the unconscious man and gets down on one knee, noticing that the man is quite good looking. He gently lifts the man up, one arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders.
“C’mon.” Zacky says. “And be careful, I don’t want you tripping while holding someone, I doubt he needs you to fall on him.”
Matt huffs and doesn’t answer, but he does watch where he steps. Having taken the shortcut, they were but minutes from the apartment complex, and he could already see the top of the building. He glances at Zacky, and can’t help but notice that Zack keeps looking at the man in his arms, like he can’t look away. Matt always having been the slightly jealous type, huffs.
“What?” Zacky asks.
“Oh, nothing.” Matt says. Zack rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath. They walk in silence until they reach the door of the complex and Zacky sighs.
“What now?” Matt asks.
“Did you remember to grab our room key?” Zack asks as he holds the door open for Matt and company.
“Erm yeah, it’s in my back pocket.” Matt states.
Zack presses the up button on the elevator and is instantly greeted with a
little bing as the doors slide open. Once inside, Zacky’s hand slips into Matt’s pocket to grab the key. Matt shifts the unconscious man in his arms and jumps slightly as the man lets out a groan. Zack can’t help but to let out a chuckle at this.
Once the elevator reaches their floor, in no time Zack has the apartment door open, eager to get the delicious creature, and Matt, in the room.
“Where should I dump him.” Matt asks.
“Excuse me?” Zacky says exasperatedly. “Did you really just say that?”
“Where should I gently place our guest?”
“In the bathroom, I am going to clean him up a bit.” Zack says with a smirk.
********
When Brian came to, his first thought was that he’d died and gone to heaven. Heaven was really white and bright and clean and there were disembodied hands stroking his face and body gently. Brian groaned and leaned into the soft touch, wondering if it was an angel who was touching him. He swung his gaze in the direction of the hand, but his vision was blurry, and all he could see was a black shape. Brain fell asleep again.
When Brian came to again, he heard the voice of God. It was rough and booming and whining about messing up it’s favorite shirt. God cursed a lot too apparently. All because of some shirt. Brian opened his eyes again and saw Him. He was shirtless and buff and tattooed with dimples. He’d always expected Him to have a long white beard, ageless face and be surrounded by light. He wasn’t, Brian noted. Brian also realized that heaven was a lot dirtier the second time around. He fell asleep again.
Third time up, Brian opened his eyes first and foremost, clearing his vision almost completely. A hand was stroking his face and Brian made out facial features. Angels really did look the way he thought they would, which was good after his disappointment about God. This angel was pretty and pale, black choppy hair and amazingly bright green eyes. She was a cutie. Brian smiled and she smiled back. She had piercings. Brian took note that heaven was a lot more liberated than his grandparents had told him it would be. He shut his eyes again and rasped out, “This is nice. I never knew I’d end up here.”
There was a pause. “I never expected you to end up here either. We don’t even know you.”
“Thank you for letting me in.”
Another pause. “It’s okay. I figured it was the right thing to do. We couldn’t just leave you when we found you down there, you know.”
Brian nodded. So he had been in hell! That’s why he’d felt so hot after the fight. When he saw God again he was gonna give him a big hug.
“Thanks.” Brian said once more. The angel just stroked his hair and said okay.
*********
Once they’d cleaned him up and everything, Zack found that this stranger was even more gorgeous than he’d thought. He was drop dead gorgeous. He was almost pretty, but not a delicate pretty, a manly pretty. Zack could barely keep himself from touching him inappropriately while he got him naked to wash him up. Matt was there too, but Zack could tell that the clouding in Matt’s eyes was far from lust. Once they’d cleaned him up, he threw one of Matt’s shirts and basketball shorts on him and put him in Matt and Zack’s bed, Zack had sat beside the stranger and touched his face and body.
The guy had come to about three times. Each time with Zack stroking his face. Zack watched him now, right after he and the stranger had some semblance of conversation. Matt came in the room, frowning because his shirt was messed up with “Alley muck shit and blood.” as he’d put it.
Zack smiled at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. This is my favorite shirt Zack. Now, I gotta get it dry cleaned. I was gonna wear it tomorrow!”
“Stop being such a big baby.”
“Shut up.” He glanced down at the stranger. “Is he awake yet?”
“He was awake a few minutes ago” Zack traced his fingers over the stranger’s lips. “I think he’s a little crazy.”
“Great, we got some insane bum off the street who got into a fist fight.”
“He’s hot though.” Zack reasoned.
Matt glanced at the guy. He shrugged. “Yeah, he is.”
Zack smiled at Matt. “I want him.” Zack said, his voice low, like when he woke up this morning.
“You’re not going to rape him in his sleep Zack.” Matt said sternly.
Zack gave Matt that look again (the are you serious?! one).
“No, of course not.” He crawled over the gorgeous stranger and plopped himself down in Matt’s lap. “But you can tide me over till he comes to.”
Matt’s eyes widened. “He’s right there.”
“He won’t wake up and if he does...free show!”
Zack latched his lips to Matt’s neck.Matt moved his head and turned Zack’s face to his, kissing him. Zack wrapped his arms around Matt’s neck, pulling him closer. Matt titled his head, deepening the kiss. Zack moaned and licked along Matt’s bottom lip. Matt opened up and let him in.
**********
When Brian came to, for the fourth time, he was greeted by a strange sight. There was ‘God’ and that angel chick making out heatedly next to him. The Almighty wasn’t supposed to do that was He? Brian watched for a minute, his vision finally clearing up enough. The angel was actually pretty masculine for a girl, now that Brian had an up close look at her. Her shoulders were actually broad and her chest was flat. Brian looked to his immediate right and thought he saw not only ‘God’s pants tented, but the girls as well.
It could just be the way she’s sitting, he thought. Brian cleared his throat. They pulled apart. She was still pretty. ‘God’ flushed red.
“Um.” He said.
“I’m sorry for interrupting...sir.” Brian immediately said.
The Big Guy’s eyebrow went up. The angel giggled. “What?”
“First, just let me say that I’m so sorry I didn’t read my Bible more during my time on Earth. It was really wrong of me. But I’m glad you forgave me, sir.”
“Call me Matt please and what are you talking about?”
“Okay, Mr. Matt.” Brian said, sitting up slowly. He winced at the pain in his head. “I mean, that you’ve accepted me here and I just feel like I haven’t worshipped you enough. You have all my life now.” Brian said, bending, sending his sensitive face into the mattress.
He was really prepared to pray to The Most High.
“Get up dude. What do you mean?”
Brian looked up sheepishly. “God I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, God. Forgive me please.” Brian said pleading with Matt/God.
Brian watched Matt/God’s face scrunch up. Brian bit his lip. The angel giggled. Brian started feeling a little stupid.
“Can I use the bathroom?” Brian asked.
He nodded. Brian walked to the bathroom slowly. Something was a little fishy.
********
“He thinks I’m God.” Matt said to Zack, who was still perched on his lap.
“I know. Maybe we can use that to our advantage.” Zack said, finally tearing his eyes away from the stranger’s backside once the bathroom door had shut.
“Use it to our advantage? What do you mean?”
Zack bit his lip and looked down sheepishly, a half smile on his face. Matt knew Zack was about to say something either stupid, strange or unreasonable.
“Okay, so he thinks you’re God. Tell him that you command that he have sex with me.”
Matt’s mouth dropped open. “What?!” Matt stood, pushed Zack off his lap. Zack landed with an thud on the ground.
“No! No! Hell no! I’m not doing that. I can’t do that. I was raised Catholic. No Zack.”
“Matty-” Zack started.
“Don’t even try it. Don’t even try it!”
Zack pouted. “But Matty.”
“No!” Matt said, walking over to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. “Hey, buddy? You okay in there?”
“Yes.” Came the muffled reply.
“Look, man, I hope you’ve realized by now that I’m not God or anything. This isn’t heaven, it’s mine and Zack’s dingy apartment.”
A laugh. “Yea, guess I made an ass of myself.”
Matt laughed. “It’s fine. But look, I hope I’m not being too forward here, but my friend Zack, the guy who was on my lap, would really like to have sex with you.”
An incredibly long pause. Matt hoped the guy wasn’t silently plotting to murder both of them. “Um guy?” Matt said. “Look, sorry. I know I don’t know if you’re gay or not...but Zack is really hot for you...and he gives great head.” Matt said unsurely.
There was nothing. No sound from the other side of the door. Matt felt a sense of doom. He started prepping himself to fight. He turned to Zack, who was fuming silently behind him. His face was red and he was biting hard on his bottom lip.
“I think I may have struck a nerve.” Matt whispered.
“You dumb mother-” Zack started.
He shut his mouth when the door opened and the stranger stepped out. His brown eyes were on the floor but he looked up at Matt and asked him,
“So this is Zack?” The stranger said.
*******
Brian takes a step towards Zacky, closing the space between them, and presses his lips against the others full, pierced lips. He feels Zacky sigh as he parts his mouth to deepen the kiss, loving the feel of his silken lips mixed with the bite of the cold steel. Zacky puts a hand on the back of Brian’s head, gently pulling him closer until they are flush against each other, Zacky sandwiched between Brian and the wall. Brian feels the others hand, the one not holding his head close, make its way down his chest, and winces as it pushes against his bruised skin. Zacky pulls back and turns away, grabbing Brian’s wrist and pulling him towards the bedroom, Matt following closely behind.
“What’s your name?” He hears Zacky ask, a slight lisp could be heard.
“Brian.”
“Well Brian, lay on the bed and take off your shirt.”
Brian complies and winces as his muscles complain as he lifts his arms to rid himself of his shirt. Zacky crawls towards him on the bed, moving slowly, resembling a slinking cat. He stops between Brian’s legs, and sits back on his heels, eyes studying the bruises covering his torso. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of Brian, and captures Brian’s lips in another dizzying kiss.
He straddles Brian’s hips, and pulls back from the kiss, Brian’s head following the movement. Zacky softly kisses the side of Brian’s neck, tongue flicking out slightly to taste his skin. He makes his way down to Brian’s collarbone, and nips slightly, causing Brian to let out a soft groan. Zacky slowly moves his mouth to every inch of Brian’s bruised abdomen, lightly kissing, and nipping the colored flesh. He takes his time to tease each nipple into hardness, loving the feel of Brian squirm and grow hard under his ministrations. Moving further down, Zacky’s tongue plays with Brian’s naval, as his hands work on opening the pants of the man under him.
He pulls back to remove his own shirt, and bites his lip as Brian studies his body, smiling approvingly as he takes in lean chest and slim hips.
Zacky smirks coyly and moves further down Brian’s tan body, he pulls the pants off of Brian, leaving his boxers on. Brian groans as Zacky lowers his mouth to Brian’s clothed arousal, and sucks at him gently through his boxers, pulling back to blow on the dampened spot. Zacky smirks even more as Brian whimpers and writhers as the wet spot turns cool from Zacky’s breath on it. Zacky pulls down Brian’s boxers, Brian lifting his hips to help him along, and throws them carelessly over his shoulder onto the floor.
Zacky looks at Brian’s arousal, seeing he is slightly larger than Zacky, but not as big as Matt. He lowers his head down to Brian’s now free arousal, and places his thick lips around the head, gently sucking, tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Zacky looks at Brian through his lashes, and takes him all the way in his mouth, hearing Brian’s breathing pick up, and his mouth fall open as he deep throats him. Zacky hums in pleasure as Brian lets out another groan, this one louder than the rest. Zacky keeps his eyes on Brian’s face, watching how Brian’s cheeks flush and eyes roll at the pleasure Zacky is giving him. By now Zacky himself is hard and he wants to be fucked by this beautiful creature under him, so he quickly finishes Brian off and swallows what he has to offer before he crawls back up Brian’s shaking body. Pressing his lips once more to Brian’s, he feels the bed behind him dip and large hands pull him back by his hips. He moans once more as he feels hands separate his cheeks and a warm tongue presses against his entrance.
Zack looks over his shoulder at Matt who’s smiling at him sheepishly, dimples on display.
“I thought-”
“Yea but I just figured...I might as well...” Matt fumbles.
Zack smiles, crawls off Brian and next to Matt, kissing him, despite where
his tongue has been. Matt pulls him close, by the hips and his denim covered crotch rubs harshly against Zack’s naked cock. Zack feels the bed move and pulls away, looking at Brian who is frozen in an awkward standing position, eyes wide and smiling ridiculously.
“Well I figured you two were having a moment so...”
Zack shakes his head, patting a spot on the bed and getting on all fours in front of Matt.
“Stay and fuck me.”
*******
Brian was usually straight, most of the time. Under any other circumstances he probably would’ve said no, but Zack had just given him an amazing blow job and his ass looked just so tempting and he’d never watched someone get rimmed before and....Brian realized that he needed to stop making excuses. He wanted Zack too. He took the spot next to Matt, who smiled at him, on the bed as Matt swooped down and claimed Zack’s ass with his tongue. It was actually pretty fascinating to see. Matt’s pink tongue disappearing into Zack’s puckered hole. Brian was getting hard again, just from watching, but when he concentrated on Zack’s moans as well, he just about creamed himself.
Brian rests some of his fingers atop Matt’s hands on Zack’s ass. Matt looks up at him. Brian stops thinking for a second before he asks, “Can I?”
Matt nods happily before moving over a little. Zack looks over his shoulder once more and notices Brian moving to Matt’s place. Brian sticks his tongue inside, cringing a little at the strange taste, but pushes farther in anyway. Zack moans loudly and pushes back against Brian’s face. Brian pulls his tongue back and pushes forward again into Zack’s tightness. He feels like he’s actually getting good at it when he feels Matt’s head next to his. He shifts his eyes over to Matt without removing his tongue. All of a sudden Matt’s tongue is pushing at Zack’s ass too and Zack is screaming ‘FUCK’ into the air. Matt smirks and Brian looks from his dimples back to both tongues inside Zack.
“Okay. Okay. Come on, somebody fuck me.” Zack moans about three minutes later.
Matt laughs into Zack and Zack collapses. Literally. Brian smiles and looks at Matt, who is looking at him and says, “Me right?”
Matt smiles and nods kissing him on the cheek, then gets up off the bed moving to a chair beside the bed. Zack turns over onto his back and stretches his arms out for Brian. He pulls Brian into a desperate kiss. It’s absolutely forceful and Brian was already hissing from the pain of dropping not-so delicately on his bruises. He pushes up on his arms to hover over Zack, who is looking at him with glassy eyes and glistening lips.
Zack mouths “Come on.” and that’s all the incentive Brian needs to really do this.
He hoists Zack’s calves over his shoulders and pulls a pillow from beside Zack to place under his ass. Something hard and light hits him on the upper arm and he looks over at Matt, who is stroking an above average erection and smirking at him.
“Lube.” Is all Matt says.
Brian nods and picks up the tiny bottle, squeezing some into his palms and rubbing up and down his cock. Zack starts writhing underneath him, shifting his hips even more up, getting thoroughly impatient. Brian grabs one of his calves, using his other hand to line himself up. He pushes in slowly, watching Zack’s face as his mouth drops open and his eyes get wide. He leans down and kisses him, at the same time drawing his hips back only to thrust back into Zack. Zack moans and Brian guesses he must of hit the jackpot. He tries again but misses completely, even though Zack doesn’t seem to mind, his head turned to the side watching Matt. Brian thrusts in again and catches Zack’s prostate so Zack turns back to him, even though Brian really wants to look at Matt too. Zack starts pushing back against him, pushing his hips up more, trying to take Brian deeper. Brain complies, changing his angle a bit and thrusting powerfully into Zack who whines every time his prostate gets breached. Brian works up a fair pace and even manages to sneak a few looks at Matt, who he must say is absolutely amazing when he’s pleasuring himself.
“Oh fuck Brian, I’m about to cum. I swear...Oh fuck.” Zack says with his lips by Brian’s ear.
Brian hadn’t been truly ready to blow yet, but Zack’s voice in his ear saying that to him and the little nip he gives Brian’s earlobe brings him ever so slightly closer.
He pushes into Zack again, purposely avoiding his prostate because Brian really wanted this to last. Zack groans and tries to shift his hips. Brian moves his fist to Zack’s cock and holds hard at the base. He wants the two of them to come at the same time. He hates thrusting pointlessly into a disengaged person. Zack groans and bites forcefully down on his ear. Brian moans and bites at Zack’s neck, not loosening his grip on Zack’s cock.
“Brian...Brian come on. Let me go.” Zack moans.
Brian grunts in response, thrusting forcefully again because he knows if he hits Zack just right, the other male with tighten and Brian will get right there.
“Brian...Brian...please...shit..please let me come.”
That’s enough, Zack’s breathy pleading voice in his ear is all it takes for Brian to be right on the edge of orgasm. He starts pumping Zack quickly, squeezing up and down his shaft. Zack starts moaning and writhing and his cock is terribly flushed. Brian is right there with him he just needs something more...Both he and Zack’s heads snap to the left when Matt lets out a low, sexy moan/groan and starts coming all over himself. That was it for Brian, Matt’s face contorted in ecstasy, his voice gorgeous and Zack’s tight, convulsing body around him, and Zack’s breath in his ear and Brian is coming in spurts inside Zack, who he guesses is coming too.
Brian’s arms give out once he’s spent, he doesn’t even have time to pay attention to the pain on his bruises. He can barely move, he can barely feel anything except for how amazing his orgasm was and how soft Zack is under him. He and Zack spend about ten minutes like that, until their come starts drying between them. Brian pulls out and sits back on his haunches. Zack looks up at him, then down at his own stomach. His eyes widen.
“Eww.” He says.
Brian smiles. “Yea.”
“We should take a shower.”
Brian smiles. “Yea.”
*********
They all end up having sex in the shower, Matt and Brian getting close this time while Zack watches. It’s actually pretty hot, getting split apart by Matt. Brian knows he’s got even more bruises now, but it’s okay cause he did want a one night stand and if you’re gonna do one, might as well get your times worth.
******
The next morning Matt is up first, followed by Brian. Brian is awoken only by Matt, who apparently broke something heavy from the ‘thump’ he’d heard and the cursing he’d been doing. Zack was completely tangled up in Brian and had tightened his grip even more when Matt had called something a “Dumb ass fucktard electronic”
“Don’t.” Zack had mumbled.
But he’d fallen asleep again immediately after so Brian pulled himself free and stumbled around the room looking for his boxers. He couldn’t find them so he pulled up the towel he’d worn after his shower. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, where Matt was staring intently at the coffee maker.
“Need some help there big guy?” Brian had asked. He hoped there wouldn’t be any of that one night stand awkwardness between them. Matt had turned to him and nodding.
“Thank God. You’re a lifesaver.”
“You mean thank you.”
Matt’s brows furrow for a moment, before he gets the play on Brian’s ignorance, early last night.
Brian easily made them two cups of coffee and he and Matt had sat on the kitchen counter, drinking it, the air heavy with silence.
“So...um...I guess I’ll be leaving later. Once I find my clothes and stuff.” Brian said finally. Matt looked at him.
“Yea. I guess.” He swung his legs a bit. “But you’re clothes are filthy, so you can borrow some of mine or Zack’s, if you want.”
“Oh, I couldn’t do that. I’ll just wear mine.”
“No, it’s really okay if you take one of our outfits. Zack buys clothes for the both of us like every two weeks so he won’t even miss it.”
Brian laughs. “Thanks.”
Matt nods. “And hey, we’ll clean your clothes for you if they’re so important to you. You could come and pick them up sometime. Zack would be more than happy to see you again. You could leave your number and we could call or...”
“You trying to pick me up Matt? After last night, you’re really resorting to some scheme to see me again?” Brian asks, smirking.
Matt smiles bashfully, dimples showing again. He rubs the back of his neck. “I guess. I just didn’t want it to be awkward you know. Threeways and things like this are always so weird the morning after.”
“I know! Oh my God I was thinking the same thing, this morning.”
“Really?! See we think alike, now you really have to leave your number.”
Brian laughs and Matt kisses him on the cheek. Matt gets up from the counter and checks his watch.
“Shit.” He takes Brian’s empty mug and drops it in the sink. “I got to get to work.”
Brian nods. He’s probably gonna get yelled at by his boss when he goes in tomorrow. He sees Matt out and then sets about finding clothes for himself. Zack wakes up in the middle of his search.
“Hey sexy, you really robbing us?” Zack says.
Brian smiles at him. “Nah, just trying to find some clothes you know. Matt said I could.”
Zack nods and gets out of bed, going to brush his teeth. In half an hour, Zack sees Brian out the door.
“So, you know, I’ll call and I can come pick up my clothes...or whatever you
want.” Brian says, scrawling his number into Zack’s palm.
Zack nods. “Yeah, sure.” Zack replies, making sure to pat Brian’s back pant pocket where he placed his and Matt’s phone number.
“I’d like to see you again for sure.” Zack says.
“Same here.” Brian concurs. He kisses Zack again and takes off down the hall to go find the club and hopefully his car. He smirks a little at the pain in his backside. Oh yeah, he is definitely seeing these guys again.
End