And that’s how M. Shadows found himself at the fancy restaurant, dressed to the fucking nines and attempting to be romantic. He’d gone back home to get ready for their date since he was pretty sure he didn’t want to watch how much time it would take Gates to get ready. Plus, he wanted to show up with something.

Brian opened the door and could’ve easily been knocked over with a feather. Both men knew they looked like knockouts in black, so there they both were--in black. Matt had slicked his hair back, put on a touch of eyeliner, put in his black ear spacers, a nice button up and black slacks, and even a black dinner jacket. Gates could hardly breathe.



“Fuckin’ christ, Matt…”
Shads watched his reaction and suddenly loved every effort he had put in to looking nice. Gates was heart-stoppingly gorgeous himself. Striped black slacks, a collared shirt with two buttons undone, and a very expensive leather jacket.



Matt stepped through the doorway so he could grin down at his sexied-up lover, “You look ravishing, dear.” Before Brian could respond, he pulled out his gift from behind his back, “I got you something.”

Synyster’s eyes slowly dropped to find an encased bottle of Laphroaig 31 year old Scotch, “Matt, that’s an $8,000 bottle of Scotch.”

He only smiled wider, “I know. I just bought it for you. We can drink some later. C’mon.”
Shadows grabbed Brian by the hand as the guitarist tried to figure out how he felt about having a sugar daddy.

*************

Shads had always loved making a scene. He had always been a rebel and that was part of his charm. It was partly why he was so outlandish--the full sleeves, the make up, the arms, the grilles, the piercings. Brian knew he loved making uppity people squirm and he couldn’t wait to watch Matt enjoy it--if not enjoy it a little himself.

They boldly walked in hand in hand--two masculine, good looking, emanating-self-confidence rock stars. Naturally, they caught way too many people’s attention, including the hostess, whose eyes blew wide when she raised them after they walked up to her. Shadows was suddenly all charm as he told the girl they had reservations for two and Brian couldn’t help but roll his eyes. As they were escorted to their table, he caught the way Matt’s eyes dragged over her body.
What the actual fuck?

As she explained their waiter would be them shortly, her cheeks colored slightly as her voice got soft. Her eyes kept going between the two, knowing who they were but not why they were there together. They were sat in a fairly private corner, as he’d requested, but they could still feel all the eyes in the room on them.

Brian’s eyes kept on the menu, “Really, Matt?”
A deep baritone responded, “You’re kind of cute when you’re jealous, Bri.” Teasing eyes met his over the menus.
He’d done it on purpose. That asshole.
Syn laughed to himself. He was about to flippantly point out how cute he was when he was getting the entire room's attention, when their waitress walked up.

She clearly knew who they were, and was currently doing an alright job of hiding it as she asked what she could get them to drink. Gates blushed when Shads barely gave her the time of day, looking at him while he ordered.

“I’ll have a beer, he’ll have a scotch, and we’ll both have the steak. Rare.” He handed her their menus and Brian furrowed his brow. While that is what he wanted that wasn’t the point.

His reaction was only met with dimples, “Are you impressed that I know you that well, or miffed that I’m now ordering for you?”

Brian’s eyebrows raised. Now? What the fuck did he mean by that? His eyebrows now pulled down, but as he looked over at Matt’s handsome face and popped dimples, he completely forgot whatever he was going to say and just smirked back. While his now-dominant could be kind of annoying sometimes, he was also the man sitting there in a nice collared shirt, tatts peeking out everywhere, a lip ring on a smile that said he knew they couldn’t get kicked out purely because of who they were.

Synyster so often wore either his fedora or a baseball cap, that he rarely went out with just his hair down, all the way to his shoulders in all its silky glory. Matt loved it that way, and loved how it fell gracefully down on one side anytime he looked down--so then he’d have to tuck it behind his ear even though it never stayed there.

Their conversation flowed easily, despite the slight interruptions when they’d hold one another’s gazes or catch the other staring. They kept giggling and talking about each couple that looked over their way judgmentally, making up stories or conversations that they might be having. By the time they left they were both nicely buzzed and full of the finest food money could buy.
After Matt insisted on paying, they strutted out hand in hand, the singer’s dimples shining proudly as Syn laughed at his audiciousness.

Once in the Suburban, Brian looked over at Matt with a slightly drunk grin, “Where you takin’ me now, Matty? I’m way too full to fuck yet.”
Shads chuckled, “You’ll see.”

When he had parked in front of an oh-so-familiar building surrounded by kids hanging outside, Syn laughed loudly, “Are you serious?”
Matt just grinned again proudly. It was the arcade they’d grown up going to after school almost every day, “C’mon, lets see if we can beat our high school records.”

The place was full of mostly high school and junior high kids--most of which knew exactly who they were. After the initial shock around the room, they were immediately surrounded by a small group of kids wanting autographs. When they had signed them all, the two promptly went to the Mortal Kombat cabinet and went to work. Soon they were yelling and flirting and playfully pushing at each other. Only half an hour in they beat their old records and had a small crowd watching them. After another half hour of impressing the crowd of kids, they waved goodbye and left laughing happily.

Back at Matt’s place, they opened the expensive Scotch and took two glasses out onto the deck. Brian was about to sit in his own chair, when Shads pulled him down into the large chase lounge next to him.
“Wow. This is really good.” Syn licked his lips after he tasted the delicious brown liquid.
“God I would hope so.” He tried some himself, making a face, “I have no idea how you drink this stuff.”
Brian just smiled and put his head on Matt’s shoulder as they looked up the stars and out over the ocean.
“Thanks for tonight. I had a nice time, Matty.”
Shads kissed his forehead and played with the black strands of hair, whispering lowly, “Me too. My baby deserves only the best. And, ya know, I hope the night’s not over.”

He got bright brown eyes up in response.

Matt slowly leaned in for the kiss, capturing Brian’s opening lips softly. The guitarist broke away and slung a leg over Shadows’ middle, straddling him close, “It’s most certainly not.”

Flexed biceps were soon holding Synyster closer as the singer tipped his chin up to slip his tongue into Brian’s mouth once again. Large hands worked under Gates’ shirt and stripped it over his head before kissing across the lead’s chest. Long fingers pulled gently at Matt’s short hair, the singer eliciting a little noise into Syn’s mouth that earned Matt a whimper back. The fingers then moved to the buttons on the collared shirt, working them as Shadows sat back and watched. Brian tried to take his time, to take in every little movement the singer made--his green eyes glinting up at him as Syn pushed the material over those mountains of shoulders and then pushed the tshirt underneath up off of him.

Gates sat back and couldn’t help but sigh, and Shads laid there with that cute smirk on his face. Satisfied with himself and how much he was currently being eye-worshiped, he shamelessly put his hands behind his head and flexed, dimples going everywhere.
Brian rolled his eyes, not wanting to admit how much that had just worked, “Oh, Shads. We’re horrible for one another. We both have worship issues that we’re only going to encourage in each other.” His cupid bow lips turned up on one side as his long fingers danced over Matt’s deathbat.

“I see no problem with this,” Matt sat up and enveloped the guitarist in his arms and a kiss before going for his belt. Pulling them back so they were laying back a little, Shads managed to get Brian’s pants off and was now staring at his completely naked boyfriend.

“Sit up.”

Gates did as he was told and Matt lubed up two fingers as the other watched, biting that lip like he did.
“I want to watch you enjoy yourself for a minute. Don’t worry about me, just sit back and let me pleasure you.”

Brian whimpered at the words before moaning when two fingers slid inside him. Shadows groaned when Syn’s head tipped back, moonlight accenting his perfectly cut jawline as his eyelids fluttered closed and his hands gripped at the arm rests.

“Gates, you’re so beautiful.” Shads whispered as Brian continued to moan. Synyster loved to be adored and Matt knew it well. One arm underneath his partner, the singer wrapped his other fingers around Syn’s thickening hardness and a louder half-yelp escaped his lover.

“M-Matt--” When he started moving onto the fingers inside him, Shads added a third and Brian pushed a hand against the brick wall chest, “God--Shads--”

Brian stopped and went for Matt’s pants as the singer protested, “C’mon--” He really had wanted to sit and watch his lover.

“No, Matty, I gotta have you right now.”

They stumbled around until the other pair of pants hit the ground and Syn sat back up, hands on Matt’s shoulders for support. Shadows pumped a couple of times before holding himself up, falling apart when Brian took him all at once.

“Holy fuck, Bri--shit--” Matt gulped in air as Brian winced and adjusted. Knowing the sooner he could move, the sooner it would feel good, Syn barely started moving and Shads whined as his skin flushed. Lust-blown hazel eyes forced themselves open to look over the writhing guitarist, beautiful black head of hair still thrown back and those perfect lips parted in a silent moan.

Brian was somehwat pulled out of his daze when strong, thick hands dug into his hips. He loved having Matt’s hands on him--they were always so insistent and knowing. The electricity started up his spine, and Gates was off--riding Matt to his heart’s content.

For minutes on end all Shadows could do was let the warmth spread through his body, his nerve endings on fire as Brian’s tightness stroked him gorgeously. Deep, primal groans kept coming out of his throat--unable to make actual words. His boyfriend was so striking--riding him in the moonlight like he was born to be admired, jaw clenched and all his muscles taught.

When the heat started to build, Matt suddenly realized he’d completely neglected his lover. Moving one of his hands from Brian’s hip to his leaking cock, Shadows started stroking and the guitarist moaned--arching back even further.

“Matty--baby--”

The singer’s dominant side finally showed itself and he growled up at the luscious being he fucked, “Yes, Gates. That’s a good little guitarist. Fucking riding my horsecock. You love it don’t you?”
“Yes, Matty--”
Oh, fuck, he was close.

“Give me control, Brian.”

Synyster stilled and clutched his fingers in his own hair when Matt started fucking up into him, “Shads--fuck--”
His fingers jerked faster, in the harsh rhythm of his hips, and Shadows watched with hooded eyes as pearly white shot out of Gates and onto his own chest. Matt’s whole body twisted, head thrust back into the lounge chair as his hips thrust up once more--coming hard with a loud groan into his lover.

Teasing brown eyes drifted lazily over the hot image that lay before him. Some of himself had landed on Matt’s lip, so Brian ghosted a finger over it, pushing the finger into the singer’s mouth. Hazel eyes closed as he softly bit down, still twitching with aftershocks. Then Matt pulled him in for a kiss, lips opening over his--demanding Brian taste himself. Gates hummed, hands now smoothing down Matt’s back.

“Goddammit you’re such a good fuck, Bri.”

Synyster grinned, climbing off Matt and grabbing his clothes--quoting his boyfriend, “Glad to be of service.”

*************************

Matt woke up breathing hard, drenched in sweat. Sitting up in bed, he tried to find his bearings. He told himself it was just a dream, Brian wasn’t leaving him--he was right there. Gates rolled onto his back, looking up at the startled singer and rubbing his own eyes.

“You okay, Shads?”

Shadows replied in a soft, timid voice that Brian hadn’t heard too often, “Yeah, just a bad dream.” Soon Synyster had the huge guy in his arms, head on his chest. Gates petted his short hair and kissed it lovingly.

Minutes ticked by and Syn was just falling back to sleep when he felt Matt raise up over him. Opening his eyes, he found very serious green ones looking down at him.

“Move in with me, Brian.”

Notes

Dude!!! How will Bri react?

(the first Brian is just for the jacket and how hot he looks in it, the second is for how he actually looked)
Syn really does love his Laphroaig, but it's probably the 10 yr, which is what I like when I'm treating myself, and it's like $40-$50 (but of course it's his like every day Scotch). And the 31 yr really is worth around that much! Holy crap! But City of Evil Matt would totally spend that kind of money on Scotch lol!
Thank you to Larisa for the date night idea!!!

I know I 've used the gif before, but it's just so godamn hot! And totally has to be his sex face.