The boys arrived in their limo, lights flashing as they got out in flashy rock star fashion. The cameras maybe weren’t as interested in them as some others, but they still got plenty of attention. As much as Matt desperately wanted to be leading Brian down the red carpet by the hand, he couldn’t. So he settled for putting on his shades and having the beautiful guitarist at his side. Sleeveless muscle shirt, shades, fitted jeans, slicked back hair, and glittering grille in--Matt was the polar opposite to Gates' gorgeous ass, who had dressed up to a point that was quite not normal for the lead. Long locks free and down, he wore a black collared shirt, pinstriped pants, and perfect eyeliner. A nice watch his only bling (for once), he had hoped to take the singer’s breath away, and guessing by how uncomfortable he looked as they all posed for the red carpet shots, he’d succeeded. They grabbed some drinks and sat down as all the famous began to find their seats.



Shadows coolly put an arm across the back of Brian’s chair and leaned into his ear, his voice deep, “Lookin’ good enough to fuck tonight, Gates. So you can bet your fine ass I’m fucking you nine ways to Sunday when I get that ass back to the hotel. If I even wait that long.” And then he turned his attention back to something else like he hadn’t just said that as Synyster cleared his throat.

They won the award, a bunch of giddy rock stars acting like complete assholes, and spent the better part of the after party in front of cameras making lewd gestures and playing with the photographers as they all hung on one another like the best friends they all were. Shadows managed so sneak an ass grab in every now and then, which always made the other’s beautiful brown eyes light up for a second that made Matt's heart jump.




At some point the singer got distracted enough that he wound up flirting with a woman up against the wall of the hotel party they were at. Brian glanced up to find him in full-on assault mode: dimples popping as one arm boxed her in on one side, biceps flexed, as his other hand rested coolly on his hip.

Gates walked up to them, seething, and crossed his own flexed arms as the girl looked up at him questioningly.
“Go on.” His eyes moved to tell her to go the fuck away before turning to his man so that he was in her previous post. Brian's eyes fired, and Matt chuckled nervously, trying to keep his dimples to his advantage.
“Baby, we were just talking--”
“Just talking, Matt!? You don't let anyone anywhere near me, yet you pull this?? What if I wasn't in the room? Would you be fucking her by now?”

Shads took a step closer to him and put a strong hand to Brian's chest, pushing him back against the wall and getting very serious, “I would never do that to you, Brian.” When he paused so Syn could see the serious look in his eyes, he continued, “And that's not true. Even though it fucking kills me, I let you flirt.”

“Why don't you just flirt with me instead?” Brown eyes teasingly found hazel from under heavy eyelashes.
Matt cocked an eyebrow before his lips curled up on one side, “You want me to flirt with your pretty ass, Gates?” He put his arm back to where it had been up, only standing taller to face Brian, “You want me to tell you that you're all I've been able to think about, to stare at all fucking night? That I love when you wear your hair like that? That those long sleeves just make me want to rip them off of you? That your eyeliner in just right tonight to set off those amazing eyes that I see in my dreams? That all I've thought about for hours is being buried in that amazing ass of yours?” Matt was somehow still speaking in a teasingly calm, flirty voice as he smirked. Instead of being surprised, Synyster only looked back at the vocalist with liquid chocolate eyes that made Shadows melt inside, “Yes, Matty, that's all I want.”
Matt growled back, leaning to the others ear, “Bathroom. Now.”

Brian swallowed, but walked off towards said bathroom as Matt tried to compose himself. Shadows walked by Jimmy and asked him quietly to watch the door for him, to which he giddily agreed.

Shadows locked the main door and shoved Brian up against the counter with his own body, crushing their lips together. Large fingers fumbled with the guitarist's belt but instead of being turned around and pushed over the counter, Brian watched in awe as Shadows slid onto his knees.

“Matty--”

Brian gasped as the singer took his head in his mouth, teasing it with a tongue before swallowing more of him. Syn thanked the gods Matt's hair grew fast and already had some decent growth to hold onto. He held on with one hand as he leaned back on the counter with the other. Strong fingers gripped around Brian's length and started stroking when Shadows’ mouth began a delicious rhythm.
“Geezus, Matt--fuuuuuck--” Syn barely clung to reality, his boyfriend’s mouth owning and knowing.

Matt loved being in control of Brian and this was one of his favorites. When they fucked, it was hard to completely pay attention to Gates due to how good he felt inside, but when he went down on the guitarist was a completely different story. Putting his own pleasure aside, Shads moved his free hand up over Brian’s flexed abs and chest--eyes following until they could see that perfectly cut jawline as the lead guitarist moaned lightly and uncontrollably. Gates flinched when the large hand drug back down again, nails lightly digging into his heated skin.

The build up of the night hit Gates too quickly and long fingers swept over Matt's hollowed cheeks, “I'm gonna come, Matt--fuuuck--”
Shadows ignored his warning and stroked until he was swallowing Brian's orgasm, the guitarist twitching under his touch. Syn tugged lightly at Matt’s hair as his head fell back, his aftershocks washing over him.

When he finally opened his eyes, Shadows’ stood over him and he was zipped back up as green eyes sparkled down at him--that close-mouthed smile on his face, “Better?”



Brian could only whimper in confirmation, before he grabbed Matt’s hand when he turned to leave, “Let me--”
Shads turned back, planting a quick, deep kiss on the guitarist, “No. I’m saving it all for later, don’t you worry, baby.”
Syn swallowed hard, Matt knocked on the door to let Jimmy know they were coming back out, and Jimmy knocked back to let them know they were clear.

The band stuck out in stark contrast to the hip hop and rap stars. They got plenty of dirty looks all night long, all of which they loved and relished in. Photographers kept wanting to take their picture, to which they always got sideways glances from other jealous “musicians”. Matt watched Gates play with that fucking tongue of his, constantly doing lewd things with it as he either threw a peace sign or rock star horns. Brian watched as Shadows played up his alpha role of leader of the group, snarling those glitter fangs as the cameras flashed, being a complete flashy twerp. As embarrassing as it was to admit, Synyster loved that side of Matt. It was totally hot and that’s why he did it and he felt like a teenage girl that it worked so hard for him. To be fair, the only reason it worked was that he knew he wasn't actually that cocky asshole. Brian knew his other side better than anyone now, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself that he alone got to have it, got to know the big teddy bear he was after great sex, the softie that had asked him to move in together, the man that had first said “I love you.”





As much as they both meant to curb the drinking that night, as much as they meant to wind up in a hotel room together--that’s not how the night shook out. Syn had way too much to drink and eventually got cornered by a beautiful woman that would’ve been right up his alley back when his alley was open. She was really insistent and really flirty and had his insides tightening with how much he really wanted to fuck her as she complimented his guitar playing over and over--stroking his ego just the way he liked.
He’d never remember how he wound up on top of her, inside her, fucking her hard and fast and loud. What he would always, always remember, was the look he caught on Matt’s face when he thundered in the room and caught him in the act.

The girl had barely made it out of the room alive. Gates had never seen Shads this angry, never seen the absolute uncaged beast that screamed uncontrollably at the woman to get the fuck out before he killed her. The largest hotel bill they’d ever have in their entire career went down that night as Shadows ripped the room apart--TV through the window, lamps smashed into the wall, desk overturned and splintered, little refrigerator made into mincemeat, contents littering the room. Despite how he raged and yelled and screamed--he never said actual words, never asked Brian anything or yelled anything at him--just ripped the room apart while the guitarist huddled up against the headboard.
Eventually the rest of the band members came in and as usual, Jimmy defused Matt enough by telling him he’d be arrested soon if he continued. Context clues told the brothers what had happened and so they didn’t ask, but just led Shadows out of the room and locked him in another--knowing there was no talking to him for awhile.

This time Zacky was the one that went to make sure Brian was okay. Walking quietly into the busted up room, he found that he most definitely wasn’t. Sobbing inconsolably into a pillow, Gates lay curled up on the bed, still naked but at least under the sheet.

“Syn, I know you’re kind of a man-slut, but why would you do this?” Vengeance attempted at humor, patting his twin lead on the shoulder as he handed him some Kleenex.
Brian cried and blew his nose, “I don’t know, Zack!! Why?? I don’t even remember how I got here! I was just drunk, Z, just drunk….fuck he’s so mad...he’s gonna dump me and the band’s ruined and it’s all my fault and he’s never going to speak to me again, much less fuck me...oh fuck, what have I done?!” Syn plopped into the pillow again, another fit of hysterics hitting.
Vengeance shook him lightly, “Bri, it’ll be okay, man. I don’t know how, but you guys’ll work it out. You mean too much to each other. You’re really drunk right now, so just sleep it off and we’ll figure it out in the morning, k? Maybe after he calms down he’ll understand that you were just way too drunk.”

Gates mumbled something and nodded off, thanking the lefty for being such a good, cute little friend.

*****

Notes

Awwwww, why Brian? *sniff sniff*