Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
It's Your Turn
“It’s your turn. If ya still want it…”
Zacky hesitated as he looked up at Brian. He shook his head and sighed. “You’re piss drunk, Brian,” he muttered.
“ ‘s never stopped ‘Chelle before,” Brian said with a shrug, a sloppy smirk on his face.
Zacky hesitated. It’s not like Brian would remember in the morning. As long as he was out of the house before Brian woke up, he’d be fine. “Fine. Get upstairs before I change my mind,” he muttered.
Syn smirked as he stumbled up the stairs. “Grab a bottle of Jack on the way up, Zacharee!”
Zacky sighed, as he looked and walked into the kitchen. He found the bottle on the counter and made his way to Brian’s room. He sighed as he walked in.
Brian was sprawled on his bed, already undressed, which didn’t surprise Zacky at all. A drunken smile was spread across his face and he waved a hand at Zacky. “I have summoned you, Baker,” he slurred, the smile spreading impossibly wide.
Zacky sighed as he walked over to Brian. “You do know I’m only doing this because you won’t remember tomorrow, right?”
“The thought crossed my mind. Now where’s my fucking Jack?”
Zacky held up the new bottle like a trophy. He basked in the wide-eyed stare Brian gave him, soaking up every minute the guitarist’s eyes were on him.
“Gimme it, fat ass!” Brian said with a grin.
“Fuck no. This one's mine,” Zacky said, taking a drink from the bottle. He smirked as Brian pouted, obviously upset at his lack of liquor. “Fine, here,” he said as he handed Brian the bottle with a laugh.
A smug grin spread across Brian’s face as his clouded eyes focused on Zacky. “You really serious about this? 'Cause I could use a good fuck,” Brian said with a hiccup.
“Yeah. I told you I would and I will,” Zacky answered, straddling Brian nervously. He leaned down and kissed Brian roughly, almost hungrily.
Brian’s eyebrow raised slightly as he pressed closer to Zacky, running his hand up under the guitarist’s shirt.
Zacky grunted as he felt Brian’s cold hands on his bare skin. He kissed him, moving his lips to Brian’s neck, nibbling softly. He did his best to keep himself under control, knowing he probably seemed too eager.
“Someone’s happy to see me!” Brian growled in Zacky’s ear. Zacky swore and kissed Brian again in an effort to shut him up. He slid his hands down Brian’s side, pulling on the rim of his jeans.
“Calm down, V,” Brian said with a smirk. He undid his belt slowly, almost to the point that he was killing Zacky. He could see it in those wide brown eyes.
Zacky growled and pulled Brian’s pants down the rest of the way. He rubbed him through his underwear, trying to shake the feeling gnawing at him; the feeling that this was the dumbest thing he could be doing right now.
Brian groaned as he threw his head back. His hips rolled slightly and he ran his hands through Zacky’s hair.
Zacky paused, just above Brian’s crotch, conflicting emotions racing through his body. At the moment, he wanted nothing more then to make Brian feel better then he ever had, but at the same time he couldn’t help wishing Brian would remember the night.
“Why’d you stop?” Brian whined, looking down at Zacky. He could see the conflict in the brown eyes and if he were sober he would’ve understood it. Maybe.
“I can’t do this. This was a stupid fucking idea,” he answered as he sat ups. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering what the hell had possessed him to agree to this.
“Why not?” Brian slurred, his eyes wide. He looked like a child who’d had his candy stolen from him.
“Because I want you to remember this. I want you to love this and…me,” Zacky whispered. He sighed, knowing Brian wouldn’t remember any of this.
“…What?”
“Never mind, dude.”
“I’m confused. Am I getting blown or not?”
Zacky sighed and smacked his head gently. “No, you dope. At least not now,” he answered.
“You’re not gonna leave me, are you?” Brian said, suddenly feeling vulnerable and alone. Michelle wasn’t here for him to take that emptiness away.
Zacky hesitated and then sighed. “I’ll stay,” he said quietly. He lay down next to Brian, kissing his cheek gently.
Brian smiled and sighed. “I was hoping to get a good blow job.”
“Oh, shut up, Gates.”
Zacky hesitated as he looked up at Brian. He shook his head and sighed. “You’re piss drunk, Brian,” he muttered.
“ ‘s never stopped ‘Chelle before,” Brian said with a shrug, a sloppy smirk on his face.
Zacky hesitated. It’s not like Brian would remember in the morning. As long as he was out of the house before Brian woke up, he’d be fine. “Fine. Get upstairs before I change my mind,” he muttered.
Syn smirked as he stumbled up the stairs. “Grab a bottle of Jack on the way up, Zacharee!”
Zacky sighed, as he looked and walked into the kitchen. He found the bottle on the counter and made his way to Brian’s room. He sighed as he walked in.
Brian was sprawled on his bed, already undressed, which didn’t surprise Zacky at all. A drunken smile was spread across his face and he waved a hand at Zacky. “I have summoned you, Baker,” he slurred, the smile spreading impossibly wide.
Zacky sighed as he walked over to Brian. “You do know I’m only doing this because you won’t remember tomorrow, right?”
“The thought crossed my mind. Now where’s my fucking Jack?”
Zacky held up the new bottle like a trophy. He basked in the wide-eyed stare Brian gave him, soaking up every minute the guitarist’s eyes were on him.
“Gimme it, fat ass!” Brian said with a grin.
“Fuck no. This one's mine,” Zacky said, taking a drink from the bottle. He smirked as Brian pouted, obviously upset at his lack of liquor. “Fine, here,” he said as he handed Brian the bottle with a laugh.
A smug grin spread across Brian’s face as his clouded eyes focused on Zacky. “You really serious about this? 'Cause I could use a good fuck,” Brian said with a hiccup.
“Yeah. I told you I would and I will,” Zacky answered, straddling Brian nervously. He leaned down and kissed Brian roughly, almost hungrily.
Brian’s eyebrow raised slightly as he pressed closer to Zacky, running his hand up under the guitarist’s shirt.
Zacky grunted as he felt Brian’s cold hands on his bare skin. He kissed him, moving his lips to Brian’s neck, nibbling softly. He did his best to keep himself under control, knowing he probably seemed too eager.
“Someone’s happy to see me!” Brian growled in Zacky’s ear. Zacky swore and kissed Brian again in an effort to shut him up. He slid his hands down Brian’s side, pulling on the rim of his jeans.
“Calm down, V,” Brian said with a smirk. He undid his belt slowly, almost to the point that he was killing Zacky. He could see it in those wide brown eyes.
Zacky growled and pulled Brian’s pants down the rest of the way. He rubbed him through his underwear, trying to shake the feeling gnawing at him; the feeling that this was the dumbest thing he could be doing right now.
Brian groaned as he threw his head back. His hips rolled slightly and he ran his hands through Zacky’s hair.
Zacky paused, just above Brian’s crotch, conflicting emotions racing through his body. At the moment, he wanted nothing more then to make Brian feel better then he ever had, but at the same time he couldn’t help wishing Brian would remember the night.
“Why’d you stop?” Brian whined, looking down at Zacky. He could see the conflict in the brown eyes and if he were sober he would’ve understood it. Maybe.
“I can’t do this. This was a stupid fucking idea,” he answered as he sat ups. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering what the hell had possessed him to agree to this.
“Why not?” Brian slurred, his eyes wide. He looked like a child who’d had his candy stolen from him.
“Because I want you to remember this. I want you to love this and…me,” Zacky whispered. He sighed, knowing Brian wouldn’t remember any of this.
“…What?”
“Never mind, dude.”
“I’m confused. Am I getting blown or not?”
Zacky sighed and smacked his head gently. “No, you dope. At least not now,” he answered.
“You’re not gonna leave me, are you?” Brian said, suddenly feeling vulnerable and alone. Michelle wasn’t here for him to take that emptiness away.
Zacky hesitated and then sighed. “I’ll stay,” he said quietly. He lay down next to Brian, kissing his cheek gently.
Brian smiled and sighed. “I was hoping to get a good blow job.”
“Oh, shut up, Gates.”
@hellwin.
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6/27/17