You Know This Can't Go On [s/a]
Title: You Know This Can't Go On
Author: whntomorrow
Pairing: Matt Flyzik/Matt Colussy
Rating: R
POV: 3rd person
Warnings: smut, angst, bad language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. And title credit goes to Three Days Grace.
Summary: Colussy wants them to be official. Flyzik really doesn't. Part of the I'm Not Dead 'verse.
Prequel | Sequel
Touring. It’s great for the band who’s touring, to get around the country and play music to as many people as they can. It’s great for the fans, to get to see their idols and favourite musicians play their favourite songs. But it’s not so great for the tour manager.
The tour manager who has to make sure everyone’s in the same place at the same time. The tour manager who has to make sure that the fans don’t see the band/crew relationships. The tour manager who has to make sure that no band or crew member do something stupid to injure, maim or kill themselves when they’re bored. The tour manager who has to make sure that Rian and Grieco aren’t caught fucking behind the drum set. The tour manager who has to make sure Jack and Danny aren’t caught fucking in a public bathroom. The tour manager who has to make sure Zack and Alex aren’t caught fucking anywhere.
The tour manager in this instance in James Matthew Flyzik, and he was more than stressed out about all the above and more. Three months of the four month tour had passed, yet things still weren’t as smooth as he would’ve liked them to be. Oh, and there was one more major thing that Matt Flyzik had to be stressed about.
“Mm, afternoon beautiful,”
Matt fucking Colussy.
“Not now, I’m busy,” Flyzik muttered, picking up his clipboard.
“No, you’re not. You’re just going over the stuff that you’ve already done because you’re a perfectionist,” Colussy teased.
Flyzik growled and slammed down the board, glaring at his part-time lover. So what if Colussy had a point? Flyzik had to make sure everything was perfect for the show tonight.
“Nothing can go wrong,” Flyzik said firmly.
“And nothing will. So just relax, even just for an hour or two,” Colussy smiled.
How could he be so nice when all Flyzik did was snap at him?!
“And where am I supposed to relax? Both buses are taken up by everyone else fucking,” Flyzik said, raising an eyebrow.
“Actually, Rian and Grieco have scared everyone away from the buses after talking about a rimjob bet that they made before the tour about Jack and Danny, and because no-one knows which bus they’re going to complete said bet, they’re avoiding the buses. I just happened to see that they went onto the band bus,” Colussy grinned.
“Leaving the crew bus empty and quiet…” Flyzik groaned happily.
“Exactly. Now come on, before everyone realises the same thing,” Colussy smirked.
Without hesitating, Flyzik walked out of the venue, checking the coast was clear before heading over to the crew bus. It was one thing to go onto the crew bus alone with Colussy when Flyzik knew exactly what Colussy wanted from him, but for anyone else to catch them? Fuck no. That was something he never wanted.
“Good, no-one’s on here. Let’s relieve some of your stress,” Colussy murmured, resting his arms on Flyzik’s shoulders as he pressed his body completely against the dark-haired man.
“They could still come on here. The back lounge,” Flyzik said firmly.
Colussy rolled his eyes but grabbed Flyzik’s hand and pulled him down the bus, into the back lounge. Sliding the door shut behind them, Colussy then turned to Flyzik and raised an eyebrow.
“Is this secluded enough for you?” Colussy asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Shut up,” Flyzik muttered.
To stop Colussy talking any more, Flyzik grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, immediately kissing him harshly and hungrily. Colussy moaned and kissed back in the same manner, gripping one hand in Flyzik’s dark hair and the other on Flyzik’s waist. And this was always how it was between Flyzik and Colussy - quick hidden hook-ups. A blowjob here. A handjob there. The occasional rushed fuck. But nothing more. Never anything more. Not through Colussy’s lack of trying though - Flyzik point blank refused to make it anything more.
“Fucking hell, you’re so frustrated,” Colussy taunted, rubbing Flyzik’s crotch roughly as he broke the kiss.
“Fuck you,” Flyzik said angrily.
“Not today, my ass still hurts like a bitch from last night,” Colussy replied, shaking his head with a grin.
“Don’t remind me,” Flyzik muttered.
Colussy rolled his eyes but unzipped Flyzik’s jeans and slid his hand inside without pulling them down, knowing that the dark-haired man like the added pressure it gave Colussy’s hand against his dick. Flyzik couldn’t hold back his groan, his head tipping backwards as his eyes closed. Colussy couldn’t hold back his grin, loving the fact that he was the causing those moans. Colussy stroked Flyzik’s dick slowly, teasing him, occasionally swiping his thumb over Flyzik’s leaking tip, only turning Flyzik on more and more.
“Stop half-assing,” Flyzik groaned, bucking his hips into Colussy’s hand.
“Or what?” Colussy smirked.
“Or I won’t fuck you anymore,” Flyzik retorted.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Colussy said, shocked.
“Watch me,” Flyzik smirked.
Colussy narrowed his eyes and sped up his hand movements, only making Flyzik groan loudly.
“Quiet, or everyone will hear you,” Colussy murmured, praying that Flyzik would ignore him so that everyone would hear.
Flyzik bit his bottom lip harshly, squeezing his eyes shut as Colussy gripped his dick a little harder. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to hear them. The only thing he wanted was for Colussy to never stop what he was doing. All they could hear were Colussy’s hand moving and Flyzik’s soft panting, so when Flyzik heard footsteps outside the door, he froze.
“Stop,” Flyzik hissed.
“What?” Colussy frowned.
“I heard someone on the bus, stop!” Flyzik repeated quietly but urgently.
“You’re just being paranoid,” Colussy said, rolling his eyes.
“I’m being serious, I heard…”
Colussy cut him off by pressing his lips firmly to Flyzik’s, kissing him in a way that made Flyzik forget his own name. It was like there was only him and Colussy in the entire world, like Colussy was all that mattered - and that scared him. With a grunt Flyzik shoved Colussy away, breaking the kiss. This only made Colussy more determined to keep Flyzik’s attention on him, and he pumped his hand even faster than before, making Flyzik cry out.
“Come on, come for me,” Colussy whispered, staring Flyzik in the eyes.
And Flyzik couldn’t hold back any more. He came in hot spurts over Colussy’s hand and in his boxers, Colussy continuing to move his hand until Flyzik was spent. With a peck to Flyzik’s lips, Colussy pulled his hand out and licked his fingers clean, pecking Flyzik’s lips again when he was done.
“Sit on the bed,” Flyzik muttered, zipping himself back up.
“What?” Colussy frowned.
“Just do it,” Flyzik sighed.
Colussy frowned even more but did as Flyzik said, sitting cross-legged on the bed, not understanding why Flyzik leant against the wall with his arms folded and a sigh. Then the back lounge door slid open loudly to reveal Vinny and Ian, and Colussy understood everything.
“You’re not fucking?” Ian said, confused.
“Uh, no?” Colussy said calmly, raising an eyebrow.
“But we were told…”
“We came back here to discuss tour manager stuff in peace without being interrupted by you two,” Flyzik interrupted Vinny.
“But…”
“Just leave, yeah? I’m sure Jeff and Evan are probably sucking each other off in the sound booth by now, so go stalk them,” Flyzik muttered.
Ian and Vinny both grinned before rushing off the crew bus, leaving Flyzik and Colussy alone once more.
“I told you that there were people on the bus before. They must’ve told Ian and Vinny. This is why we shouldn’t be hooking up,” Flyzik said angrily.
“Why though?” Colussy asked, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice.
“We’re not going through this again! For the millionth time!” Flyzik exasperated.
“I don’t understand, Matt. We hook-up every few days. We spend all our time together anyway. You always come to me first with a problem. I always help you from getting too stressed. You’ve got to like me somewhere in that shrivelled up heart of yours!” Colussy exclaimed.
“I. Don’t. Do. Relationships,” Flyzik said through gritted teeth.
“But you’ll quite happily do me. You’ll quite happily use me for sexual relief and then have nothing else to do with me,” Colussy said bitterly.
Flyzik groaned in frustration, running his hand through his hair. Every single time Colussy brought the subject of them being more than just friends with benefits, he got the same answer - so why wouldn’t he just drop it?!
“I’m sorry that you’re not happy with the way we conduct ourselves. This is all I can give you, nothing more. If you don’t like it, then why don’t you just leave? If you don’t like it, then why don’t you find someone who can give you what you want?” Flyzik ranted.
Colussy swallowed heavily before looking up at Flyzik, his eyes shining.
“Because I don’t want anyone else, I just want you. I love y…”
“Don’t ever say those words to me. Don’t you ever,” Flyzik interrupted, glaring at Colussy.
“Matt, please,” Colussy murmured.
Flyzik just shook his head. “I have work to do,” he muttered.
And with that he walked off the bus, cursing under his breath. Why didn't Colussy understand? He couldn’t hold down a relationship with the job they have. He has responsibilities to the band, and he couldn’t do them properly if he was distracted by a boyfriend, especially if that boyfriend was Colussy. If Colussy wasn’t happy, then so be it - there was nothing Flyzik could do now to change that. Not that he’d ever want to change that. Right?
Author: whntomorrow
Pairing: Matt Flyzik/Matt Colussy
Rating: R
POV: 3rd person
Warnings: smut, angst, bad language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. And title credit goes to Three Days Grace.
Summary: Colussy wants them to be official. Flyzik really doesn't. Part of the I'm Not Dead 'verse.
Prequel | Sequel
Touring. It’s great for the band who’s touring, to get around the country and play music to as many people as they can. It’s great for the fans, to get to see their idols and favourite musicians play their favourite songs. But it’s not so great for the tour manager.
The tour manager who has to make sure everyone’s in the same place at the same time. The tour manager who has to make sure that the fans don’t see the band/crew relationships. The tour manager who has to make sure that no band or crew member do something stupid to injure, maim or kill themselves when they’re bored. The tour manager who has to make sure that Rian and Grieco aren’t caught fucking behind the drum set. The tour manager who has to make sure Jack and Danny aren’t caught fucking in a public bathroom. The tour manager who has to make sure Zack and Alex aren’t caught fucking anywhere.
The tour manager in this instance in James Matthew Flyzik, and he was more than stressed out about all the above and more. Three months of the four month tour had passed, yet things still weren’t as smooth as he would’ve liked them to be. Oh, and there was one more major thing that Matt Flyzik had to be stressed about.
“Mm, afternoon beautiful,”
Matt fucking Colussy.
“Not now, I’m busy,” Flyzik muttered, picking up his clipboard.
“No, you’re not. You’re just going over the stuff that you’ve already done because you’re a perfectionist,” Colussy teased.
Flyzik growled and slammed down the board, glaring at his part-time lover. So what if Colussy had a point? Flyzik had to make sure everything was perfect for the show tonight.
“Nothing can go wrong,” Flyzik said firmly.
“And nothing will. So just relax, even just for an hour or two,” Colussy smiled.
How could he be so nice when all Flyzik did was snap at him?!
“And where am I supposed to relax? Both buses are taken up by everyone else fucking,” Flyzik said, raising an eyebrow.
“Actually, Rian and Grieco have scared everyone away from the buses after talking about a rimjob bet that they made before the tour about Jack and Danny, and because no-one knows which bus they’re going to complete said bet, they’re avoiding the buses. I just happened to see that they went onto the band bus,” Colussy grinned.
“Leaving the crew bus empty and quiet…” Flyzik groaned happily.
“Exactly. Now come on, before everyone realises the same thing,” Colussy smirked.
Without hesitating, Flyzik walked out of the venue, checking the coast was clear before heading over to the crew bus. It was one thing to go onto the crew bus alone with Colussy when Flyzik knew exactly what Colussy wanted from him, but for anyone else to catch them? Fuck no. That was something he never wanted.
“Good, no-one’s on here. Let’s relieve some of your stress,” Colussy murmured, resting his arms on Flyzik’s shoulders as he pressed his body completely against the dark-haired man.
“They could still come on here. The back lounge,” Flyzik said firmly.
Colussy rolled his eyes but grabbed Flyzik’s hand and pulled him down the bus, into the back lounge. Sliding the door shut behind them, Colussy then turned to Flyzik and raised an eyebrow.
“Is this secluded enough for you?” Colussy asked, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Shut up,” Flyzik muttered.
To stop Colussy talking any more, Flyzik grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, immediately kissing him harshly and hungrily. Colussy moaned and kissed back in the same manner, gripping one hand in Flyzik’s dark hair and the other on Flyzik’s waist. And this was always how it was between Flyzik and Colussy - quick hidden hook-ups. A blowjob here. A handjob there. The occasional rushed fuck. But nothing more. Never anything more. Not through Colussy’s lack of trying though - Flyzik point blank refused to make it anything more.
“Fucking hell, you’re so frustrated,” Colussy taunted, rubbing Flyzik’s crotch roughly as he broke the kiss.
“Fuck you,” Flyzik said angrily.
“Not today, my ass still hurts like a bitch from last night,” Colussy replied, shaking his head with a grin.
“Don’t remind me,” Flyzik muttered.
Colussy rolled his eyes but unzipped Flyzik’s jeans and slid his hand inside without pulling them down, knowing that the dark-haired man like the added pressure it gave Colussy’s hand against his dick. Flyzik couldn’t hold back his groan, his head tipping backwards as his eyes closed. Colussy couldn’t hold back his grin, loving the fact that he was the causing those moans. Colussy stroked Flyzik’s dick slowly, teasing him, occasionally swiping his thumb over Flyzik’s leaking tip, only turning Flyzik on more and more.
“Stop half-assing,” Flyzik groaned, bucking his hips into Colussy’s hand.
“Or what?” Colussy smirked.
“Or I won’t fuck you anymore,” Flyzik retorted.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Colussy said, shocked.
“Watch me,” Flyzik smirked.
Colussy narrowed his eyes and sped up his hand movements, only making Flyzik groan loudly.
“Quiet, or everyone will hear you,” Colussy murmured, praying that Flyzik would ignore him so that everyone would hear.
Flyzik bit his bottom lip harshly, squeezing his eyes shut as Colussy gripped his dick a little harder. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to hear them. The only thing he wanted was for Colussy to never stop what he was doing. All they could hear were Colussy’s hand moving and Flyzik’s soft panting, so when Flyzik heard footsteps outside the door, he froze.
“Stop,” Flyzik hissed.
“What?” Colussy frowned.
“I heard someone on the bus, stop!” Flyzik repeated quietly but urgently.
“You’re just being paranoid,” Colussy said, rolling his eyes.
“I’m being serious, I heard…”
Colussy cut him off by pressing his lips firmly to Flyzik’s, kissing him in a way that made Flyzik forget his own name. It was like there was only him and Colussy in the entire world, like Colussy was all that mattered - and that scared him. With a grunt Flyzik shoved Colussy away, breaking the kiss. This only made Colussy more determined to keep Flyzik’s attention on him, and he pumped his hand even faster than before, making Flyzik cry out.
“Come on, come for me,” Colussy whispered, staring Flyzik in the eyes.
And Flyzik couldn’t hold back any more. He came in hot spurts over Colussy’s hand and in his boxers, Colussy continuing to move his hand until Flyzik was spent. With a peck to Flyzik’s lips, Colussy pulled his hand out and licked his fingers clean, pecking Flyzik’s lips again when he was done.
“Sit on the bed,” Flyzik muttered, zipping himself back up.
“What?” Colussy frowned.
“Just do it,” Flyzik sighed.
Colussy frowned even more but did as Flyzik said, sitting cross-legged on the bed, not understanding why Flyzik leant against the wall with his arms folded and a sigh. Then the back lounge door slid open loudly to reveal Vinny and Ian, and Colussy understood everything.
“You’re not fucking?” Ian said, confused.
“Uh, no?” Colussy said calmly, raising an eyebrow.
“But we were told…”
“We came back here to discuss tour manager stuff in peace without being interrupted by you two,” Flyzik interrupted Vinny.
“But…”
“Just leave, yeah? I’m sure Jeff and Evan are probably sucking each other off in the sound booth by now, so go stalk them,” Flyzik muttered.
Ian and Vinny both grinned before rushing off the crew bus, leaving Flyzik and Colussy alone once more.
“I told you that there were people on the bus before. They must’ve told Ian and Vinny. This is why we shouldn’t be hooking up,” Flyzik said angrily.
“Why though?” Colussy asked, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice.
“We’re not going through this again! For the millionth time!” Flyzik exasperated.
“I don’t understand, Matt. We hook-up every few days. We spend all our time together anyway. You always come to me first with a problem. I always help you from getting too stressed. You’ve got to like me somewhere in that shrivelled up heart of yours!” Colussy exclaimed.
“I. Don’t. Do. Relationships,” Flyzik said through gritted teeth.
“But you’ll quite happily do me. You’ll quite happily use me for sexual relief and then have nothing else to do with me,” Colussy said bitterly.
Flyzik groaned in frustration, running his hand through his hair. Every single time Colussy brought the subject of them being more than just friends with benefits, he got the same answer - so why wouldn’t he just drop it?!
“I’m sorry that you’re not happy with the way we conduct ourselves. This is all I can give you, nothing more. If you don’t like it, then why don’t you just leave? If you don’t like it, then why don’t you find someone who can give you what you want?” Flyzik ranted.
Colussy swallowed heavily before looking up at Flyzik, his eyes shining.
“Because I don’t want anyone else, I just want you. I love y…”
“Don’t ever say those words to me. Don’t you ever,” Flyzik interrupted, glaring at Colussy.
“Matt, please,” Colussy murmured.
Flyzik just shook his head. “I have work to do,” he muttered.
And with that he walked off the bus, cursing under his breath. Why didn't Colussy understand? He couldn’t hold down a relationship with the job they have. He has responsibilities to the band, and he couldn’t do them properly if he was distracted by a boyfriend, especially if that boyfriend was Colussy. If Colussy wasn’t happy, then so be it - there was nothing Flyzik could do now to change that. Not that he’d ever want to change that. Right?