Brian chuckled next to Zacky as they watched the huge guy slumber on the deck.
I really should at least move him. He’ll wake up so sore...but then he’ll wake up sore. The following thoughts of making Matt feel all better later that night made him smile and leave the poor guy in place. Or at least he was going to until they realized it was getting late and they should get to Johnny's.

“Go wake up your man toy, Bri.” Johnny pushed the guitarist outside. Already missing his boyfriend after most of a day apart, Brian decided to be not so subtle. Pulling up on the sleeping shoulder, he moved the huge body around as it grumbled awake until he was straddling the singer. This had the result he'd hoped for and got muscled arms around his waist and lazy dimples, “Hey, baby. What'd I miss?”
Syn smirked down into barely open hazel eyes, “A whole fuckin’ day, Shadz. C’mon, we’ll go over it at the bar.”
Matt groaned when he stood, attempting to stretch the aches and pains of sleeping the way he had out.

Shadows was almost overly attentive to what they had gotten done during the day, guzzling water until every last thing had been hashed out--trying to make up for being absent all day. He was talking about last minute ideas with Zacky and about to finish up and finally get a beer--when his eyes flashed over to the bar.

Brian wasn't proud of his move. He knew it was desperate, knew it was needy, knew it was pathetic since they'd been together all night long not 24 hrs ago. But he wanted attention and attention was what he was going to get.

The vocalist stood and growled, fists bunching, arms flexing, and honey eyes narrowing before he stalked over to his boyfriend, his two other bandmates rolling their eyes.



Gates soon had rippling arms boxing him up against the bar counter, a hard chest pressed to his back, and a deep, snarly voice in his ear, making him shiver, “What's my property doing talking to a woman, Gates?? Any ideas??”

Darkening hazel eyes raised to the bartender, warning her off.
Brian blushed deeply as his knees got weak. He didn't lose his cool, though. Turning in the tight space, flirtatious brown eyes met sparking green, “I was just getting you a beer, honey.”



“Uh-huh.” Matt's lips and teeth didn't move as his face steeled, staring down his boyfriend. When the beer was set down behind Syn, Shadows picked it up, raised it to his lips, and chugged it--his gaze never leaving Brian's.

Gates stared at whatever the fuck that move was, waiting until he was done, impatiently tapping a foot. When he had the singer's full attention again, Brian leaned up to his ear, “I know those big muscles of yours must be sore, Shadz. Let BriBri take you home and put you in the hot tub. We'll get all the knots out.”

Matt swallowed thickly at the thought, dazingly following his wonderful piece of ass out the door.

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Matt didn't think they'd actually ever make it to the hot tub, but he was wrong. Grumbling at first, his frown turned into a smirk when he was disrobed completely, followed by his submissive.
Brian had brought way too many things outside with him--salts and lotions and oils, and of course lube--all things he used to use on women. When he lowered himself into the water, he immediately had a bulky lead singer splashing in with him. Gates made a twirly motion with a finger, indicating the other should turn around.

As much as Shadz really wanted to get laid, he had to admit the water felt nice, as well as….wow, those hands. Awkwardly sprawled out in the tub, Matt put folded his arms over the side and rested his forehead on his hands as he was man handled and his ass straddled.
Brian tried to focus, slicking his long fingers up with the right oil before going to town on the gigantic shoulders. The deep, loud grunt he got in response made his jaw and his dick twitch.

Matt really shouldn't’ve been surprised at how good Bri was with his hands--he already knew--but as the extremely strong, nimble fingers worked him over he couldn't help but be impressed. Countless moans echoed into the night as Syn did his best to work out the knots.

“God, Brian--” He was louder than when they had sex...good lord.
Soothing his hands over the expansive back, Syn took the opportunity to pat the appled butt, “Over, big guy.”
Groaning again, Matt flopped over, slitty dark eyes slowly flitting over the lead as he was straddled from the front. Stretching his arms out over the edge, his head fell back as Brian continued.

Kind of falling in love with the control he had at the moment over the beast of a man--stretched out and wrecked underneath him, Brian smirked to himself and sighed--having no idea how he wasn't just riding the guy right now. Moving his hands expertly, he kneaded over the thick chest and the sinewy biceps, all the way out to the big hands that knew everything about returning his satisfaction.

Matt had completely forgotten about sex for once. His body ached, and apparently Brian was as good at this as he was at everything else. Although, his body still responded to the touches by getting hard as a rock. He was so out of it--groaning and twitching and moaning--that he hardly registered it when cupid bow lips met his and a hand slid down his abs to wrap around his length.

All at once, the pliable singer was gone and Brian was being pushed over the edge and his ass raised out of the water. Shadows swiped the lube and coated his digits as he leaned over and grunted in the lead's ear, “You're so fucking good with your hands, Bri. Let me express my thanks.”

Any response was trapped in Syn's throat as he got fingered. He easily relinquished control, fucking himself back onto Matt's thick fingers with a needy mewl. Shadows was way too far gone to have an ounce of patience and withdrew his fingers as the guitarist whined. All he had to do was guide his head to Brian's already lube-slick entrance, and the smaller man was pushing back until the vocalist was fully seated. Growling deeply when Syn didn't waste any time and just started fucking away, Shadows buckled forward--hands stopping him on either side of his man. Knowing he could easily let Bri do all the work and just position himself there until he was finished off, Matt had to take control, had to remind Brian who held the reins of the cute brunettes orgasms, who at the end of the day was the only mate for him. Slamming forward as Brian keened back, a long, loud groan erupted from Matt as a high whine left Synyster.

“I need to mark you as mine, Brian. I need everyone to know you are not to be touched, not to be flirted with, not to even be thought about…”

Don't ask, Matt. Whatever you do, don't ask. Not now.

Shadows finally relented to his own thoughts, snarling as he caught the question he so wanted to ask in his throat. Instead he just left it, and marked him instead by grabbing his hair and sucking a bruise deep into his neck. Brian flushed at the words and his action, his heart doing a little flitter and dance at his boyfriend's caveman-like needs that he oh so very much enjoyed.

“Mark me, Matty--I'm forever yours--”

The singer really wished sometimes Bri would keep his pretty mouth shut. The response had him helplessly locking his hips forward--spilling into Brian with a cry as he leaned his forehead on the quaking guy’s shoulder.

“Brian…”

Gates felt one hand clutch at his chest, as if trying to feel the rapid heartbeat there for a moment, before he was empty and being told to sit. Mocha eyes widened as he was turned around, sat on the edge, and knees thrust apart. Brian landed squarely back on his hands, back arched tight as a bow, as he was sucked down and licked and oh fuck, there was a finger in his ass.
There was something truly beautiful about the beast of a man leaned over him, his mouth filled with hard cock. Just when Matt curled his one finger just right, just when his hazel eyes flitted up, just when he truly hollowed his cheeks--Brian tightened and released, his wet torso shuddering in the moonlight and beautiful face twisted in sweet agony.



Synyster hadn't even begun to recover when he had his boyfriend on him--lips open and covering his as he was wrapped up tightly in a bulging, hot, wet embrace. He didn't care that he was being fed his own come, only that the huge guy was all over him.

The kiss slowed and eventually Brian was looking into loving golden eyes from where he was lying--back to deck. The singer chuckled, “You never cease to amaze me, Bri.”
Syn could only hum a response before he was hauled up and a towel thrown his way--his hunky singer padding back into the house--towel loosely at his hips.

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Notes

I had the site crash TWICE before I could post this, so that's why this chapter's so short--I figured dividing it might help. So more soon!! Yay!

Brattybrattbrattbrattiness...BRATT. uh.