Damned if I Do Ya (1/11)
Title: Damned If I Do Ya (1/?)
Author: daydream4way
Pairing: Merrikat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,392
Summary: Jack and Zack have been fucking since before All Time Low was even a band, but they’re not exclusive, and no one else knows, and they’re both okay with that, because they each think that’s what the other wants. This story will be primarily told through flashbacks for the first few chapters, and it will probably not be completely historically accurate.
It’s a pretty big moment for the band. They’ve been shooting footage for this damn DVD for what feels like years, and they’re finally getting to see the finished product. They’re drinking whisky, and eating crazy amounts of food, and life is good.
Jack’s pretty happy with how he’s been portrayed so far; the goofy kid who’s always naked. It’s definitely him. He thinks it’s funny how Zack’s dad thinks that the reason they wanted him in the band was because he played without a pick. That had almost nothing to do with it. Jack wanted Zack in the band because he wanted Zack in his pants; it was as simple as that.
He’s sitting next to Zack watching the DVD, and although no one else in the band or crew knows it, Jack and Zack are totally fucking. Everywhere and anywhere they can find the time/space. They’re not exclusive by any means, and although it slightly bothers Zack, he’s happy to have Jack in any way possible.
Zack appears on the screen, and he’s telling the story of how Jack convinced him to be in the band. “He kept IM-ing me, like, he was nagging me.” Jack is floored. Nagging!? Oh really, is that how Zack remembers it? He turns to face Zack and he’s got this shit eating grin on his face that makes Jack want to wipe it right off.
You want to know how Jack nagged Zack to join the band? He didn’t. Zack was begging, gagging to be in the band.
“I think I might know a bass player! His name is Zeke and I have his email!” Rian almost screams at Jack across the lunch room table.
This is perfect. This is exactly what they’ve been waiting for! Jack can barely contain his excitement. “Ok, but can he play?”
“Ben Morsley says he’s amazing. How about you take his email and IM him after school?”
“Why me?”
“Because I have that stupid job interview. Mom says I have to have more in life than just the band. And if she’s going to let us practice in the basement, she wants me to contribute to the soundproofing process.”
Fair enough, Jack thinks. He takes Zeke’s email, and hops on his bike home. Yeah, he still rides a bike, he doesn’t have enough money for a car, and he doesn’t have an abundance of free time like Rian, all of his free time is spent trying to learn the chords for the songs they play. Jack will be the first one to admit that he’s not the best guitar player in the world.
He gets home, turns on his extremely ancient computer and signs into his MSN, adding zmerrick@hotmail.com, to which he gets an immediate acceptance, and a message:
ZM: Who is this?
JackOff: Jack. My friend Rian’s friend Ben gave him your email, and he gave it to me.
ZM: Umm, ok.
JackOff: Yeah, apparently you’re a bass player?
ZM: Ya.
JackOff: Did you want to audition to be in our band?
ZM: Dunno, you any good?
JackOff: The best.
ZM: Hmm, when’s your next practice?
JackOff: Tomorrow, 4pm.
ZM: Sure, I’ll come check you out. Where?
The next day, Jack is tuning his guitar when this lanky kid with black hair walks down the stairs of Rian’s basement.
“Hey you must be Zeke. I’m Jack.” Jack says
“It’s Zack, actually.” Oh shit. How embarrassing. Rian didn’t even give him the right name.
“But Rian said…” Jack mumbles.
“My bad. I’m Rian.” Jack just stands there blushing and feeling like a complete idiot.
“So what are you guys going to play?”
“Well we were kinda hoping you’d play with us, if you can. Hi, I’m Alex. Do you know All the Small Things by Blink 182?”
Zack just raises his eyebrow in response and begins to take his bass out of the case. “Where can I plug this in?”
The band starts playing, and yeah, they sound amazing together, and based on the look on Zack’s face, Jack can tell he thinks it too. Zack’s actually really good on the bass. He doesn’t play with a pick, which causes Jack to stare at Zack’s hands a little too much, which causes Jack to mess up his parts even more than usual. But they still sound good. Epically good.
Zack can’t help but notice that Jack isn’t the best guitar player, and even though Alex is singing, he’s also playing most of the more complicated parts on his guitar. Maybe they keep him around because he’s so good looking, Zack thinks.
They finish the song, and the atmosphere in the room is really great. “How about Head on Collision by New Found Glory, do you know that one?” Alex asks.
Zack nods, and asks, “Do you want me to sing the back-up vocals?”
“Can you sing?” Alex asks.
“I’m alright.”
“Ok. Cool.” They start to play, and okay, this song sounds even better, and fuck, they could really go somewhere sounding like this. Zack unplugs his bass and puts it back in it’s case.
“Okay guys, I’m going to head out now, I’ve really got to get home.”
“So, what do you think? Are you in?” Jack asks, noticing the way that the light reflects off of Zack’s gorgeous eyes. Whoa, what? Gorgeous? Jack should not be thinking about this boy in that way. He’s not really sure where he ranges on the Kinsley scale, but he knows he likes boys and girls, which is something he’s grown to be okay with, but he also knows that sex with band mates is the absolutely worst idea ever.
“Nah, it was fun, but like I said last night, I’ve got a lot of shit on my plate right now. I’ll see you around, you guys were really good.” And with that, he quickly plows up Rian’s steps and out of Jack’s life forever.
“Yo, dude, seriously, you get your fat ass up those stairs and convince him to join, or we find someone else to fuck up on the guitar.” Alex practically growls.
“Whoa, chill. Holy fuck what crawled up your ass and died?”
Alex just shoots him a look that says fuck you, do what I say, and normally Jack would argue with him, but he kind of agrees with Alex (for once), they really need this kid in their band and in Jack’s pants.
He chases after him, “Hey Zack, wait up.”
“Hey.”
“Dude, we seriously need you in this band. What can I do to convince you?”
Zack just looks him up and down like he’s dinner, or something, and it makes Jack really uncomfortable, because he’s getting kinda horny, and he doesn’t really know what’s happening here.
And Zack just looks at Jack’s face, and opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, and then abruptly closes it, shakes his head, and walks away.
Jack (being the kind of guy who can never really take a hint), chases after him, and grabs his shoulder. “Seriously man, what’s your problem, we really need a bass player. You’re really good. We only practice for like an hour or two after school at the most, and I’m sure that would still give you enough…”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because all of a sudden Zack’s lips are crushing his in the best fucking kiss Jack’s ever had, and he’s immediately kissing back with everything he has because FUCK, he can’t remember anything’s ever felt this good, probably because nothing ever has.
And just like that Zack is pulling away with this horrified look on his face. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I…” and this time it’s Zack who doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Jack isn’t going to let him run away this time.
He’s grabbing Zack’s hips so hard he’s sure that it’ll leave a bruise, and although the kissing is nice, there’s a burning heat in his crotch that needs some action, and because he’s really not thinking about the implications of what’s going on, he thrusts his crotch against Zack’s, to find that he’s not the only one suffering a very noticeable physical reaction from this encounter.
“My house is two blocks from here.” Jack pants against Zack’s mouth.
“That’s a bad idea.” Zack groans.
Jack nods, “The absolute worst.”
“Fuck, let’s go.”
A/N: This is my first attempt at anything like this, so comments, feedback and concrit is extremely appreciated! And comments encourage people to keep writing, dontchaknow.
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