I did my best to keep the groaning to a minimum, but I was at fucking wits end. Nothing about this was working out. I loved my family, but the stage was an addiction and I was jonesing...bad. And...Beast? Really? Why did I have to do it?! They all knew I hated this song and that's why. It was all a big joke. Haha, lets all pick on the diva lead guitarist.

Brooks was a champ. He knew how I felt about this song and he tried to joke with me a lot to get through it, knowing what the boys were doing was kinda mean. He didn’t know the half of it, though--all that had been over long before he ever joined the band.

“Aren’t you a fuckin’ sweetheart.” I smiled, giving the camera a smartass look as if to say “unlike some people.”



But these Breakdowns of the COE/White Album era were the fuckin’ worst. I cried myself into a Scotch after we did Almost Easy. I knew Zacky wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. He really should know, but bless his little punk rocker soul, he didn’t. He was clueless, and honestly, that helped.

All those throw back videos killed. Not only was Jimmy in all of them, there he was. Clean shaven, messy-haired, snake-bitten, bratty as hell, little angel Zacky. My dick twitched and my heart ached every fucking time he flashed across the screen.



“Angel.”

Zack knew the connotation of the word that slipped out of my mouth. He gave a cheeky smile, but let it go like it was nothing with that giggle of his.



Yeah, he had an angel voice alright. One he used to scream my name with, one he used to beg me with, one he moaned so gorgeously with. I had to leave the studio when he recorded “Runaway”, making some lame ass excuse--not caring if it sounded plausible or not.

At first it was only after some shows, then every show, then before and after, then in the morning, then all the fucking time. Michelle hadn’t cared, it kept me away from other women. In fact, she made us let her watch a few times.We tried to keep it a secret, but eventually found that not only did all the guys know, they didn’t give a shit.

It started out with his face buried in the pillow, my hand to the back of his head to keep him there. Lube it up, fuck hard, come, go to sleep. I didn’t even prep him. Then we both got more and more involved--I cared more how he felt, so I prepped him. Then we kissed before hand. Then we did it face to face.



It slowly escalated over years. Michelle could see what was happening, but I still loved her and cared for her and I guess she didn’t feel left out, so she didn’t see the harm in it. Neither did we.

Until Jimmy died.

That’s when it came to a screeching. halt.
We both knew if we leaned on one another for support sexually, the emotional repercussions could cost us everything. We were both in other relationships that would most likely suffer. We’d fall even harder in love and there was no way we could keep it a secret forever. So we gave it up. For our marriages, for our band.

And Zack’s marriage failed anyway.

After having to get through Jimmy dying and things changing so drastically, it wasn’t as hard as we thought it’d be. Every now and then when we were drunk, it’d come up in conversation and we’d drawl on about how we missed one another. But nothing ever happened. And our drunken nostalgia hadn’t happened in a couple years now. We both had kids and more on the way. And as his look evolved and he looked less and less like that young guitarist I’d fallen for, our friendship solidified into what it probably always should have been. Brooks’ addition actually helped as well. The dynamic was different, therefore gave us something new to build on.



I tried to look back on those days, those videos, those memories fondly and leave it at that--but that was much harder said than done. He was just so damn fucking adorable, and the way he gave himself to me night after night….priceless.

I tried to focus as we recorded. Jason was the one actually recording, the other guys milling about aimlessly. We were in the studio, officially, but we were taking our time due to the fact that Shadz wasn’t one hundred percent yet. And that meant videos. Lot of them, apparently. Which I was on board with, usually.

Zacky wandered by, a sensible lunch in his little hands as he joked with Matt. He had no idea how much harder he was making things for me. Literally. He’d lost a ton of weight and this morning? I’d almost fallen over backwards when he came in shaved. Claimed he nicked himself and had to shave all of it. There was a tiny party of me that wondered if he was doing it on purpose, but I knew that wasn’t true. If Zack really wanted to tease me, I’d be a over and done with. And he’d be well and fucked.



Didn’t stop me from being a tease, though. I think subconsciously I posted that lesson video of me “playing with myself” just to see if I could get a rise out of Zack. No such luck.

I attempted to pay attention to Brooks instead of those appled cheeks that swelled when he giggled. The ones that flushed a pretty red when I was buried deep inside him...focus Gates, fucking hell. I struggled through the video, but we made it. Fortunately Brooks took over for the drums and it was easier because we were talking more about Jimmy.
After we were done recording, I felt a slight playful push at the back of my head.

“Not going to post more videos of you playing with yourself, are ya?” Zacky teased, just as I wheeled around in my chair. What almost made me come undone right there in front of all of them, though, was a look in those beautiful green eyes. One I hadn’t seen pointed my way, off stage, in a very long time. It was taunting, teasing, even if well-veiled. A few strands of his hair had even conveniently fallen forward to halo that look. He was eating something else now, trying to hide his shameless flirtation behind his sandwich.

“I dunno. Think I should?” I smirked after I fired right back at him, my tone laced heavily with seduction. The others didn’t seem to notice at our back and forth, as Zack almost spit out his food and put the back of one hand to cover his mouth as he grinned.

“Yeah, were you still drunk this morning or something?” Shadz chuckled.
I forced my gaze away from Zack’s before I got rock hard, “Hey, it was funny! In a...lame sort of way,” I shrugged it off. I did need to get out of here, though, “I’m going home. If anyone needs me.” It sounded innocent enough, but was a wide open invitation for my twin lead. I didn’t even look back as I left.

*

I sat in the lounge that I often recorded my lessons in, in the zone as I played. It’s how I worked through everything in life. Playing. God had given me one hell of a gift and I planned on never wasting it, and putting it to as much good use as I possibly could. I closed my eyes and just as I was drifting off into another world, my backup track showed up out of nowhere.

Perfect notes to compliment mine. Never showy--unlike mine--even if they were beautifully written and ingenious. Not a good player my ass. I was nothing without him. Right now he was once again proving it. The music I’d been messing around with suddenly came to life and multiplied by a hundred. I let it seep into me and blossom before slowly opening my eyes.



He wasn’t looking at me, but the moment I opened mine, his eyes raised tentatively. Our gazes locked, intrinsically melting together as easily as our playing together. It really was magic. Time seemed to slow down as we looked over one another. I watched his fingers move methodically, his right hand first before his left that picked the strings. I let my soloing die off in a last high note before matching his melody. I ritarded gradually so that he’d follow, and we ended together--our notes slowly dying off as the tension in the room rose.

I set my guitar aside and stood. He set his aside, but stayed sitting in his chair as I walked to him. As he looked up at me, I cupped his chin and pulled up slightly until he was standing before me. His light green eyes were wide and questioning--just as nervous as I was since we both knew exactly why he was here.

I stroked my thumb over his chin before cupping his cheek, “You had to know what you were doing to me, Zack. You lost weight, your hair lately, and then this.” I leaned down to softly kiss his bare cheek as it creased with a cute smile, his tongue pressing against the back of his teeth.

“I...I didn’t know, I swear,” He giggled innocently, “But...but I did see the way you were looking at me today. Now I’m all nostalgic.”

“Me, too.” Moving the hand at his cheek so that it cradled the back of his neck, I stepped closer and put my other hand to the small of his back.

"I miss you, Brian."

Familiarity and lust rushed through me as my eyes fell on those pouty lips. I covered them with mine, softly and slowly opening the kiss like I was scared to startle him away. It had been so long and I wanted to do this right.
As he let my tongue into his mouth, welcoming it with his, I felt his little hands at my back, pulling me closer. When I hardened against his tummy, he moaned lightly. I groaned when I fully remembered where we were.

I broke the kiss, my half-lidded eyes gazing down into still blown-wide green, “This room is completely sound proof,” I smirked. Zacky blushed. When I went for his shirt, he let me drag it over his head, “You really do look great, Zack.” I urged him backwards until the back of his calves hit the extremely deep couch that I then laid him back on as we kissed.

My body lay flush against his as I pulled back to look into his eyes, “Vee...I don’t know that we’ll ever come back from this if we go there again. Are you sure this is what you want?” I couldn’t help but run my fingers through the long hair of his weird mohawk thing.
“I don’t care anymore, Brian. I have to be with you.”
Ugh, he knew just how to get to me. Alright then, lets do this.

I shucked my shirt, enjoying the light sigh that left his lips. Then I popped the button on his camo shorts, pulling them down and off to reveal his hard cock. Leaning over, I took it in my mouth as he mewled loudly. His hands went into my hair as his hips raised slightly.
“Syn--”
I answered with a low moan around his thickness, making him twitch. Popping off, I stood--pausing before I stripped the rest of the way down. Zack’s eyes were so alive with lust, it made me so hard. I stroked myself a few times just to taunt him.

“There’s lube in my shorts pocket.” He quietly mumbled in his angel voice as he lay there before me. I quickly got it out, kneeling between his knees and about to coat my fingers when Zacky sat up and grabbed my hand.

“No fingers. I just want your dick.”

Okay, exactly how was I supposed stay cool Mr. Syn Gates when he says things like that to me???

After I recovered, I grinned and shook my head, “Okay.” For a moment, the rhythm guitarist took the reins, wrapping his arms around my neck as he pressed his lips to mine. Our cocks touched and mine leapt with want. He pulled me and I pushed him back again until he was on his back, thighs open and me settled in between his hips, just waiting for that tight ass.
I swallowed hard and coated my dick with the lube he’d brought. It was grade A stuff and would make fucking him that much more divine. Once I was wonderfully hard and slick, I ran my fingers over his entrance to make sure we were both ready for this. I chuckled a little when he flinched hard at that simple action. I wasn’t sure no prep was a good idea, but for me it was going to be fucking great.

Once I was lined up and settled over him, I made him look at me, “You ready?”

Zacky bit his lips and nodded. The moment my head pressed against his resistant hole, memories flooded over me. I clenched my jaw and furrowed my brow as I waited for him to relax, pushing in gently as he gave himself to me.

Oh, sweet mother in heaven.

His high, cracked cry split the air and barely registered through my fog of pleasure. When I forced my eyes open, his beautiful face was taught with pain, eyes clenched shut as his breath came in frantic, shallow bursts.



I let myself be thrown back in time as I drowned in gorgeous memories. Rolling my hips just barely, I kissed over his bare cheek until his lips were opening for mine again. At first his kiss was frantic and hard as he whined with resistance. Then his jaw relaxed, followed by his whole body. The deep moan that followed made me shiver, his kiss growing deeply passionate and demanding.

I could work a little deeper in and out of him now, which made my eyes roll back and a shameless moan leave my mouth. When I heard him giggle underneath me, I cracked one eye open. He was just laying there, that boyish grin wide on his face.



“Boy, do I miss that look,” Zacky laughed, letting the smile fade as he got swept up in the waves of bliss. I lengthened my stroke with a groan and his hands tightened at my lower back.

“That ass, Z…” I licked over my lips, “Jesus christ almighty…” Fuck, he was so tight and spongy and I hadn’t had sex in months…

ZV’s breath was ragged, so much so that I even noticed it over mine. His slicked hole begged at me, tiny little spasms creating their own language of talking to my cock. I furiously necked him, subconsciously wanting to brand him as mine. I felt his hand at the back of my head, encouraging me as he panted.

“Please, Bri…” His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip, just above the scars that always reminded me of the rings that used to feel so good smoothly moving over the underside of my dick.
“Please what, Zack?” I murmured against his throat, enjoying all of this--his asshole, his lust for me, his hands, his neck--way too much.

My rhythm guitarist’s voice went up in pitch, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling slightly as his other fingers dug desperately into my shoulder, “C-can we do t-the marathon sesh l-later, hgnnng--” He arched his hips up as if he couldn’t get enough of me in him, “I just want to feel you come which makes me come.”

Dirty words from that innocent angel voice. I grunted loudly into his neck, slamming my hips forward so he’d know the exact effect his words had on me. Your wish is my command, darling.

I curled my hips so I’d hit him dead on where he wanted me to, and sped up to get myself off. Not that I’d need much, he felt so fucking good. I forced myself up on one arm so I could reach down with my other hand. He flinched beautifully when my hand wrapped around his cock and started pumping.

“Oh, god, Zacky--” My climax focused and intensified and exploded, my come drenching his beckoning walls.
“Syn!!” His gorgeous, slitty green eyes drifted closed as his hips jerked and his come hit his chest. Pressing a hand back to the wall over his head, he grimaced and moaned and screamed as I made him come.

It was the best orgasm ever. I rode it out until I was twitching, and then just sat there for a moment, a dorky grin on my face. After awhile, I took him in my arms--despite his come between us--and gently kissed his neck.

“I hope that won’t leave you too sore…” I whispered.
“Mmmm…” He murmured, playing with my hair with both hands, “I hope it does. It’ll remind me of you.”
I pulled away to look into his sated emeralds, “I’ll remind you whenever you want, Z.” I grinned wide as he did, too.

There we were, after all these years. Back together again.

***

Notes

Oh, Synacky. You have my heart. At least for the most part. : ) Sigh.

If you can't tell, that is my new favorite Syn gif EVER. Fucking christ, man.

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