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: NC-17
Disclaimer: NONE OF THIS HAPPENED. End of story.
Authors Note: This is my first fic here, so please be gentle =]
A/N 2: I’m sorry for lack of updates, school has just started and I had to focus on two summer assignments! EWSUMMERWORK!!! But I promise, this chapter should make up for it. I’m kinda deviating away from the plotline right now but only because I need more time to work on that so y’all will just have to do with this for now. ;D
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Zack moved almost robotically to the door, shutting and locking it with a swift move of the hand. Turning around, his eyes wandered to the splattered blood on his walls and floors, moving up to fix themselves on Brian’s split and bleeding lip, along with Coby’s blood still smeared on his face. Brian gave a sympathetic smile, wandering over to Zack and pulling him close.
“You alright?” Brian asked softly, burying his nose in Zack’s soft hair, letting his eyes fall shut from exhaustion.
“I can’t believe he tried to fucking fight you . . . and then just ran off when he knew he couldn’t win!” Zack sighed heavily, mulling everything over in his head, letting it fall against Brian’s broad chest. “God, I’m just so sick of all his bullshit, I just can’t do it anymore!”
“Zack, he needs you. Whether he thinks he does or not . . . he really does. I’m sure his life has been a little less than perfect over the years and I’m almost positive he has no idea how to solve things other than trying to drink them away or resorting to violence. Honestly, the only reason I fought him back was because he needs to be shown that he can’t beat everyone. The poor boy needs help but he’s too stubborn to accept it. He had to hit rock bottom and realize what’s wrong with himself before he can try to make any changes. Just be patient with him a little longer, you’re really all he’s got right now, except maybe James but trust me when I say there’s still hope for him,” Brian explained quietly, running his hand up and down Zack’s back, trying to soothe the anger out of the shorter man.
Zack picked his head up from the spot it was so comfortably nestled in, looking into the chocolate brown orbs that belonged to Brian, “You- . . . he just split your lip open, cracked your nose out of place, and you’re defending him, much less not even pissed off at him?!”
“Of course, I’m not the happiest about it but he’s hurt Zack, I know it makes him sound like a child but he doesn’t know any better. And really, he WAS only trying to protect you. His methods are extremely drastic, yeah, but his intentions are good. He really only wants to save you from having to go through any of what he did.”
Zack was bewildered; mouth agape at the maturity Brian was showing. Even after a fight, the man was completely calm. Zack could get used to calm. “If there ever was a perfect man, it’d be you Brian.”
Brian chuckled, licking over his swollen lip, the red liquid slowly oozing out gathering on his tongue, the heat from his mouth setting fire to the wound. He winced at the sting.
“Oh God, you’re still hurt. We should really clean that up before it gets infected or something,” Zack pulled Brian by the hand to the bathroom to get washed up.
Brian giggled as Zack rummaged through the drawers of the bathroom, letting out a victorious laugh as he pulled out a couple cotton balls and a bottle of peroxide. Zack struggled to get the cap off of the bottle before Brian gently took it from him and twisted it off with ease and handing it back, laughing at the mock glare Zack gave him while drenching the cotton balls with the cleanser.
“This might hurt a little bit,” Zack warned as he dabbed at Brian’s lip with the cotton ball, Brian did indeed wince at the sting of the cleaning alcohol seeping into the wound, the fluffy white ball soon being stained a bright red as it wiped away the dried blood. Satisfied with his clean up job, Zack smiled and threw the bloodied swabs away and returned the bottle of peroxide to the drawer.
“Well, your lip’s all clean now but I’m sure you’ve already got bruises on you. Coby’s pretty fucking strong and he hits hard as a motherfucker,” Zack stated the obvious as he looked closely over Brian’s chest and stomach, evaluating the damage. Brian smirked.
“What’s so funny?” Zack asked, jade eyes looking up into brown.
“I think you’re using this as an excuse to check me out,” Brian chuckled.
“No I’m not! Believe me, if I wanted to check you out I’d just stare. I’m sure that’s what everyone else does anyway,” Zack smiled, face going slightly pink as he continued to look, “oh damn, you’ve got his blood on you from when you split his eyebrow and you’re still covered in sweat. You want to take a shower to clean up?”
“Only if you’ll come in with me,” Brian tried to feign innocence in his devilish smile to no avail, even batting his eyelashes for added effect. Zack blinked quickly but soon replicated the same evil smirk as Brian.
“You start the water. I’ll go get some clothes for us to change into,” Zack winked as he left the bathroom.
When Zack reopened the door, the small room was already filled with billowing steam, Brian hidden behind the curtain. Zack set their clothes on the counter, quickly stripped himself, dropping his clothes by Brian’s own discarded jeans and boxers. He tried to be as covert as possible when stepping into the shower but lost all previous thought when he found himself face to face with a very naked, very wet Brian, whose short brown locks were curled and dripping into his face. Zack was speechless.
“What, see something you like?” Brian smirked, earning a slow nod from Zack who now looked as if he were in a trance. Brian took the opportunity to give Zack a once over. Alright, he’d admit to maybe a five-times over but who’s counting? He took in the sight that he hadn’t really been able to fully appreciate the night before. The milky white skin, the well defined muscles yet the slight tummy, the stunning cock that was slowly hardening, and brown eyes finally traveled back up to meet green, taking in the features that surrounded them. Rosy cheeks, gaining color from the heat, larger nose that only worked to make him more beautiful, and full, pink, pouty lips with two silver hoops threaded through.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Brian stated, getting lost in a trance all his own, injured lips gently pressing against soft ones, the metal of Zack’s lipring stinging so deliciously good. Zack returned it cautiously, careful not to hurt Brian, wrapping his arms around his slippery torso. Brian dragged Zack under the spray of the shower as his lips moved to work on the protruding vein on the side of Zack’s neck, making the shorter man gasp and struggle to hold back his moans. Zack’s head lolled forward onto Brian’s shoulder, his hand slowly trailing down Brian’s taut chest and abs. Calloused fingers wrapped lightly around Brian’s already aching flesh, causing Brian’s teeth to clamp down on Zack’s collarbone, both men’s moans echoing eachother. Brian bucked his hips, desperate for more friction, whimpering when Zack refused to tighten his grip.
“Oh God, you fucking tease . . . please, Zack . . . enough of this, just fuck me,” Brian begged, pressing his forehead into the column of Zack’s neck, gently nipping at his throat.
Zack shook his drenched hair out of his eyes, keeping up a teasingly slow and light pace with his hand, every few strokes running his thumb over Brian’s leaking head, a shudder then jolting down his spine.
“We need a condom,” Zack said begrudgingly, not wanting to leave the heat of the shower and his lover.
“Don’t worry about it . . . please, Zack . . . I need you now!” Brian demanded. How could Zack refuse? He quickly turned Brian around, pressing him into the cool linoleum tiles of the wall, the contrast of the hot water all too delicious.
“Suck,” Zack commanded Brian, bringing two fingers close to Brian’s mouth, the brown eyed man greedily sucking them as if they were a cock, swirling his tongue around them and gently nipping when Zack pulled them away with a soft moan.
“Yeah, look who’s the tease now,” he laughed darkly, trailing wet fingertips down Brian’s spine, making him arch into the wall, then swiftly slipping both saliva covered fingers into Brian all at once. Brian let slip a wanton moan, nails scratching at the tile when Zack curled his fingers up and found his magic spot.
“Zack . . . now!” Brian gave a breathy moan, becoming quite impatient with foreplay.
“Alright, alright fine,” Zack nodded, pushing himself unlubricated into Brian’s hole and God, did it feel fantastic. He let his head fall forward onto Brian’s muscled back with a long moan. He knew it had to hurt the other male but Brian was a glutton for pain, his own moan reverberating throughout the small room. Zack carried out a slow pace, left hand lacing it’s fingers with Brian’s, right travelling down to gently caress the slippery, bruised area of his ribcage. Both were breathing heavily, the task not made any easier by the steam filling their nostrils.
“Zackybaby, please . . . faster . . . harder!” Brian whimpered, fed up with Zack’s slow pace.
Zack nipped at the back of Brian’s neck and shoulder, increasing the speed of his thrusts tremendously, keeping his dick pressed against a certain spot in Brian when he felt him completely seize up.
Zack thought he’d found gold when he hit Brian’s spot and dragged his nails along his defined hipbone, Brian writhing furiously, hips bucking back into Zack’s, teeth ripping into his lip, drawing fresh blood, entire body begging Zack to move again.
Zack held himself pressed hard against Brian’s prostate, loving the way to other man begged and pleaded, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. Zack’s right hand moved to take Brian into it again, this time keeping a strong rhythm, his hips going back to work, slamming into Brian’s tight ass.
Both men were close, he could feel it in his gut and by the way Brian was moaning incoherent, nearly sobbing in pleasure. Zack pounded into Brian’s prostate once more before the tanned man toppled over the edge, his seed shooting against the tiles and Zack’s hand, Zack milking him for all he was worth. Zack soon fell into orgasm as well, hips bucking madly in and out of Brian, coating his insides, and causing him to moan at the feeling of being completely filled up by all that was Zack.
Ragged breathing and the sound of water droplets hitting heated skin and the bottom of the shower was all there was to be heard. After a while, Zack pulled out, Brian groaning at the empty feeling but quickly forgetting about it when Zack turned him around, wrapping his arms around him tightly, head resting perfectly in his chest, Brian’s own head resting on top of Zack’s, both their chest still rising and falling heavily.
“Holy fuck, you’re amazing,” Brian praised, cuddling Zack closer to himself.
“Nah, you’re even more amazing,” Zack chuckled, “Maybe we should get out, the waters getting kinda cold.”
Brian nodded in agreement, both of them letting go of the other just long enough to step out of the shower, turn the water off, dry themselves, and pull on the shorts and t-shirts Zack brought in for the both of them. Zack cleaned up Brian’s bleeding lip again, this time being easier than the last, lazily grabbing Brian’s hand and dragging him into his room, not even bothering to turn off the lights.
Zack pulled back the covers of the bed and plopped down, Brian crawling in and curling up to his side, both sets of arms immediately wrapping around eachothers bodies.
Brian was almost asleep when Zack mumbled something.
“What was that?” Brian asked, sleep heavy eyes looking up at Zack’s face.
“I asked if . . . well . . . do you think it’d be too soon to say that I loved you?” Zack whispered, heart in his throat in anticipation.
Brian mulled over the question for a few seconds then smiled. “No.”
Zack breathed a sigh of relief and shut his eyes with a content smile, “Good, because I do love you, Brian.”
“And I love you too, Zackybaby,” Brian giggled, his own eyes slipping shut, both men falling to sleep.
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: NC-17
Disclaimer: NONE OF THIS HAPPENED. End of story.
Authors Note: This is my first fic here, so please be gentle =]
A/N 2: I’m sorry for lack of updates, school has just started and I had to focus on two summer assignments! EWSUMMERWORK!!! But I promise, this chapter should make up for it. I’m kinda deviating away from the plotline right now but only because I need more time to work on that so y’all will just have to do with this for now. ;D
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Zack moved almost robotically to the door, shutting and locking it with a swift move of the hand. Turning around, his eyes wandered to the splattered blood on his walls and floors, moving up to fix themselves on Brian’s split and bleeding lip, along with Coby’s blood still smeared on his face. Brian gave a sympathetic smile, wandering over to Zack and pulling him close.
“You alright?” Brian asked softly, burying his nose in Zack’s soft hair, letting his eyes fall shut from exhaustion.
“I can’t believe he tried to fucking fight you . . . and then just ran off when he knew he couldn’t win!” Zack sighed heavily, mulling everything over in his head, letting it fall against Brian’s broad chest. “God, I’m just so sick of all his bullshit, I just can’t do it anymore!”
“Zack, he needs you. Whether he thinks he does or not . . . he really does. I’m sure his life has been a little less than perfect over the years and I’m almost positive he has no idea how to solve things other than trying to drink them away or resorting to violence. Honestly, the only reason I fought him back was because he needs to be shown that he can’t beat everyone. The poor boy needs help but he’s too stubborn to accept it. He had to hit rock bottom and realize what’s wrong with himself before he can try to make any changes. Just be patient with him a little longer, you’re really all he’s got right now, except maybe James but trust me when I say there’s still hope for him,” Brian explained quietly, running his hand up and down Zack’s back, trying to soothe the anger out of the shorter man.
Zack picked his head up from the spot it was so comfortably nestled in, looking into the chocolate brown orbs that belonged to Brian, “You- . . . he just split your lip open, cracked your nose out of place, and you’re defending him, much less not even pissed off at him?!”
“Of course, I’m not the happiest about it but he’s hurt Zack, I know it makes him sound like a child but he doesn’t know any better. And really, he WAS only trying to protect you. His methods are extremely drastic, yeah, but his intentions are good. He really only wants to save you from having to go through any of what he did.”
Zack was bewildered; mouth agape at the maturity Brian was showing. Even after a fight, the man was completely calm. Zack could get used to calm. “If there ever was a perfect man, it’d be you Brian.”
Brian chuckled, licking over his swollen lip, the red liquid slowly oozing out gathering on his tongue, the heat from his mouth setting fire to the wound. He winced at the sting.
“Oh God, you’re still hurt. We should really clean that up before it gets infected or something,” Zack pulled Brian by the hand to the bathroom to get washed up.
Brian giggled as Zack rummaged through the drawers of the bathroom, letting out a victorious laugh as he pulled out a couple cotton balls and a bottle of peroxide. Zack struggled to get the cap off of the bottle before Brian gently took it from him and twisted it off with ease and handing it back, laughing at the mock glare Zack gave him while drenching the cotton balls with the cleanser.
“This might hurt a little bit,” Zack warned as he dabbed at Brian’s lip with the cotton ball, Brian did indeed wince at the sting of the cleaning alcohol seeping into the wound, the fluffy white ball soon being stained a bright red as it wiped away the dried blood. Satisfied with his clean up job, Zack smiled and threw the bloodied swabs away and returned the bottle of peroxide to the drawer.
“Well, your lip’s all clean now but I’m sure you’ve already got bruises on you. Coby’s pretty fucking strong and he hits hard as a motherfucker,” Zack stated the obvious as he looked closely over Brian’s chest and stomach, evaluating the damage. Brian smirked.
“What’s so funny?” Zack asked, jade eyes looking up into brown.
“I think you’re using this as an excuse to check me out,” Brian chuckled.
“No I’m not! Believe me, if I wanted to check you out I’d just stare. I’m sure that’s what everyone else does anyway,” Zack smiled, face going slightly pink as he continued to look, “oh damn, you’ve got his blood on you from when you split his eyebrow and you’re still covered in sweat. You want to take a shower to clean up?”
“Only if you’ll come in with me,” Brian tried to feign innocence in his devilish smile to no avail, even batting his eyelashes for added effect. Zack blinked quickly but soon replicated the same evil smirk as Brian.
“You start the water. I’ll go get some clothes for us to change into,” Zack winked as he left the bathroom.
When Zack reopened the door, the small room was already filled with billowing steam, Brian hidden behind the curtain. Zack set their clothes on the counter, quickly stripped himself, dropping his clothes by Brian’s own discarded jeans and boxers. He tried to be as covert as possible when stepping into the shower but lost all previous thought when he found himself face to face with a very naked, very wet Brian, whose short brown locks were curled and dripping into his face. Zack was speechless.
“What, see something you like?” Brian smirked, earning a slow nod from Zack who now looked as if he were in a trance. Brian took the opportunity to give Zack a once over. Alright, he’d admit to maybe a five-times over but who’s counting? He took in the sight that he hadn’t really been able to fully appreciate the night before. The milky white skin, the well defined muscles yet the slight tummy, the stunning cock that was slowly hardening, and brown eyes finally traveled back up to meet green, taking in the features that surrounded them. Rosy cheeks, gaining color from the heat, larger nose that only worked to make him more beautiful, and full, pink, pouty lips with two silver hoops threaded through.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Brian stated, getting lost in a trance all his own, injured lips gently pressing against soft ones, the metal of Zack’s lipring stinging so deliciously good. Zack returned it cautiously, careful not to hurt Brian, wrapping his arms around his slippery torso. Brian dragged Zack under the spray of the shower as his lips moved to work on the protruding vein on the side of Zack’s neck, making the shorter man gasp and struggle to hold back his moans. Zack’s head lolled forward onto Brian’s shoulder, his hand slowly trailing down Brian’s taut chest and abs. Calloused fingers wrapped lightly around Brian’s already aching flesh, causing Brian’s teeth to clamp down on Zack’s collarbone, both men’s moans echoing eachother. Brian bucked his hips, desperate for more friction, whimpering when Zack refused to tighten his grip.
“Oh God, you fucking tease . . . please, Zack . . . enough of this, just fuck me,” Brian begged, pressing his forehead into the column of Zack’s neck, gently nipping at his throat.
Zack shook his drenched hair out of his eyes, keeping up a teasingly slow and light pace with his hand, every few strokes running his thumb over Brian’s leaking head, a shudder then jolting down his spine.
“We need a condom,” Zack said begrudgingly, not wanting to leave the heat of the shower and his lover.
“Don’t worry about it . . . please, Zack . . . I need you now!” Brian demanded. How could Zack refuse? He quickly turned Brian around, pressing him into the cool linoleum tiles of the wall, the contrast of the hot water all too delicious.
“Suck,” Zack commanded Brian, bringing two fingers close to Brian’s mouth, the brown eyed man greedily sucking them as if they were a cock, swirling his tongue around them and gently nipping when Zack pulled them away with a soft moan.
“Yeah, look who’s the tease now,” he laughed darkly, trailing wet fingertips down Brian’s spine, making him arch into the wall, then swiftly slipping both saliva covered fingers into Brian all at once. Brian let slip a wanton moan, nails scratching at the tile when Zack curled his fingers up and found his magic spot.
“Zack . . . now!” Brian gave a breathy moan, becoming quite impatient with foreplay.
“Alright, alright fine,” Zack nodded, pushing himself unlubricated into Brian’s hole and God, did it feel fantastic. He let his head fall forward onto Brian’s muscled back with a long moan. He knew it had to hurt the other male but Brian was a glutton for pain, his own moan reverberating throughout the small room. Zack carried out a slow pace, left hand lacing it’s fingers with Brian’s, right travelling down to gently caress the slippery, bruised area of his ribcage. Both were breathing heavily, the task not made any easier by the steam filling their nostrils.
“Zackybaby, please . . . faster . . . harder!” Brian whimpered, fed up with Zack’s slow pace.
Zack nipped at the back of Brian’s neck and shoulder, increasing the speed of his thrusts tremendously, keeping his dick pressed against a certain spot in Brian when he felt him completely seize up.
Zack thought he’d found gold when he hit Brian’s spot and dragged his nails along his defined hipbone, Brian writhing furiously, hips bucking back into Zack’s, teeth ripping into his lip, drawing fresh blood, entire body begging Zack to move again.
Zack held himself pressed hard against Brian’s prostate, loving the way to other man begged and pleaded, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. Zack’s right hand moved to take Brian into it again, this time keeping a strong rhythm, his hips going back to work, slamming into Brian’s tight ass.
Both men were close, he could feel it in his gut and by the way Brian was moaning incoherent, nearly sobbing in pleasure. Zack pounded into Brian’s prostate once more before the tanned man toppled over the edge, his seed shooting against the tiles and Zack’s hand, Zack milking him for all he was worth. Zack soon fell into orgasm as well, hips bucking madly in and out of Brian, coating his insides, and causing him to moan at the feeling of being completely filled up by all that was Zack.
Ragged breathing and the sound of water droplets hitting heated skin and the bottom of the shower was all there was to be heard. After a while, Zack pulled out, Brian groaning at the empty feeling but quickly forgetting about it when Zack turned him around, wrapping his arms around him tightly, head resting perfectly in his chest, Brian’s own head resting on top of Zack’s, both their chest still rising and falling heavily.
“Holy fuck, you’re amazing,” Brian praised, cuddling Zack closer to himself.
“Nah, you’re even more amazing,” Zack chuckled, “Maybe we should get out, the waters getting kinda cold.”
Brian nodded in agreement, both of them letting go of the other just long enough to step out of the shower, turn the water off, dry themselves, and pull on the shorts and t-shirts Zack brought in for the both of them. Zack cleaned up Brian’s bleeding lip again, this time being easier than the last, lazily grabbing Brian’s hand and dragging him into his room, not even bothering to turn off the lights.
Zack pulled back the covers of the bed and plopped down, Brian crawling in and curling up to his side, both sets of arms immediately wrapping around eachothers bodies.
Brian was almost asleep when Zack mumbled something.
“What was that?” Brian asked, sleep heavy eyes looking up at Zack’s face.
“I asked if . . . well . . . do you think it’d be too soon to say that I loved you?” Zack whispered, heart in his throat in anticipation.
Brian mulled over the question for a few seconds then smiled. “No.”
Zack breathed a sigh of relief and shut his eyes with a content smile, “Good, because I do love you, Brian.”
“And I love you too, Zackybaby,” Brian giggled, his own eyes slipping shut, both men falling to sleep.