Call Connected

Zacky's POV:

There wasn't a wink of sleep that I didn't think about him. His eyes. His voice. Even the skillful way his hands worked that guitar. He was an expert bassist. It was only natural to wonder how those hands would feel on my skin.

Flash Back

It's about two in the morning and I can't sleep again. I grab up my guitar and start strumming. The pick flies from my hand. I turn around to get it.

I nearly jump a mile when I feel hands go around my waist. The hands slide lower. I open my mouth to ask who it is but quickly shut it as a hand wraps around my member.

I hadn't ever had someone touching me there before. I couldn't even begin to describe how good it felt. I groan a protest when the hand leaves me.

The person turns me to face them. My eyes widen in shock. He leans forward pressing his lips to mine. His hand returns to my dick.

He tightens his grip. The up and down motion his my head spinning. My body felt tense. My dad talked to me about this. I shake my head, my dad is the last thing I want to think about right now.

All movement on me stops. My eyes meet brown ones. His hold a question. I give him a smile telling him is okay to continue. There's no way I was going to tell him stop.

Our mouths meet again. I reach out taking ahold of his cock. We create a perfectly glorious rhythm. It wasn't long before both of us were at the edge.

He groans out my name as he spurts his finish all over my hand.

I gasp his name finishing off too.

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I feel wetness all around me. Why the hell are my sheets soaked? What the fuck was that dream?

I had no idea where the hell that came from. In the back of my mind I knew that's what happened when I'd had my wet dream. I can remember it exactly. I had wondered about it a lot. The one thing I never questioned was why it had been about him.

Not once did it occur to me that it meant something. That's when it dawns on me.

This revelation knocks me back onto my couch. It all made perfect sense. That explains everything. I didn't want to admit it even to myself.

All of this time I have been trying to tell myself a lie. Hell I'd even gone out and married two women who were short, petite and blonde; just like him. I jump to my feet.

"I love him. I really love him. I love him!" I scream.

Racing into the kitchen I grab my phone punching in his number. My hands are shaking as it rings. The stupid voicemail message clicks on. I try a few more tonnes always with the same result.

~

A few hours later my phone rings. My heart leaps into my throat. I press the answer button bringing the phone up to my ear.

"Have you heard from Johnny?" Comes Brian's worried voice.

"I haven't talked to him since he left the bar." I tell him worry creeping into my tone.

"Alright. I'm going to check his house." He tells me.

"I'll meet you there." I hang up riding out side to my car.

I'm getting our of my car when Brian pulls up to Johnny's house.

We walk up to the front door. I ring the bell. After a few seconds I ring it again. By the third ring I'm starting to get anxious.

Brian pounds on the door. There still isn't any answer. Neither one of us is going anywhere until we at least see that Johnny is okay.

"Johnny. Come on man." Brian calls.

"You don't even have to open the door. Just cone talk to us." I plead.

When he still doesn't come to the door my heart pounds. Has something happened to him? Brian and I share a look.

"You won't find him." We turn towards the voice.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"He got into a car yesterday with bags and his dogs." Johnny's neighbor tells us.

Brian and I get in our cars. We practically race to Johnny's mother's house. Dashing up the front stairs I slam my hand on to the door bell.

Mrs. Seward opens the door. Johnny's dogs, Toby and Peanut are at her feet. She gives both of us a smile. I my mouth to ask if Johnny was here.

"He's not here dear. He told me that he needed some time. Also that he was taking a trip. He asked if I could watch Peanut and Toby." She says.

"Thank you Mrs. Seward." Brian and I say at the same time.

We go to walk away. She grabs my arm. I turn back to her. Her smile lights up her face.

"Don't worry sweetheart. In the end things always work out the way they're supposed to." She pulls me into a hug.

"Magic is all around us. Some times luck helps too." She whispers in my ear. I know exactly where Johnny has gone.

Grabbing Brian I shove him into my car. My foot is lead on the gas pedal. I didn't care about anything except getting to the airport.

~

I pull up outside LAX. I turn towards Brian. The look on his face says he already knows. I give him a small smile.

"Let the guys I'll be in touch soon. Take care of Majesty for me." I tell Brian.

"Go get him." Brian hollers as I race into the airport.

I step up to the ticket counter.

"I need a ticket to Ireland now." I demand.

Notes

Thanks to DaphneG for commenting. Happy 35th birthday to Synyster Gates!!!!!!!