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Christmas Story	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Christmas Story
- 2-After Christmas Party
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Matt’s Christmas Wish

Brian watched mournfully as Matt finished packing his bag, “Why do you have to go now?” his question was starting to sound like a whine and he sighed. Matt zipped the duffel and gave him an exasperated look, “I’ll be back Christmas Eve.” He said for probably the hundredth time just that day. Brian glared at the bag and then at the computer not yet in its bag. It was all that damn thing’s fault Matt was leaving a week before Christmas. He’d gotten an e-mail three days before from the label, they needed…something. Hell none of them ever really knew what they wanted.

Matt chuckled, “It’s not the computer’s fault.” He smiled putting the stupid machine in his backpack. He set the bag on the floor and then came over to him and lightly kissed him, “Seven days.” He murmured. Brian sighed again and pressed their lips together again since it would be a week before he could do more. Matt’s flight to New York was leaving in three hours and with the holiday crowds and bitchy security at LAX they had to get moving if he wanted to catch it. Matt wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close and kissed him again, deeper and hungrier. Brian corrected himself, it would be one week and three hours before he could do more to the singer. No one outside of the band knew about them so there would be no prolonged good-bye at the airport.

Matt broke the kiss and rested their foreheads together, “We’ve gotta go.” He panted. Brian groaned, he had been hoping he would get distracted, if he missed his flight he wouldn’t be leaving until tomorrow, “You can’t kiss me like that and then leave,” he pouted. Matt smiled and gave him a chaste kiss, “If I leave tomorrow I won’t be back until late Christmas night.” He said grabbing his two bags. Brian made a frustrated sound and settled with watching him walk out of the room. He was not looking forward to a week of masturbation and phone sex. Especially if it was the week before Christmas, “Happy fucking holidays.” He muttered following Matt to the door and grabbing his keys.

They got to the airport much faster than Brian wanted and he stared out the windshield forlornly as the structure grew larger and traffic more congested. The ride had been mostly quiet with Brian shooting glares at the backpack in the backseat and promising the laptop a slow death. Almost to the drop off a thought popped into his head, “You haven’t told me what you want for Christmas yet.” He said lightly slapping Matt’s thigh. Matt roused himself from his light doze and shrugged, “I’ll call if I think of something.” He yawned. Brian rolled his eyes, “You will not.”

Matt smiled and stretched a little as traffic slowed to a crawl and the bright street paint warning against parking in the drop off lane passed under the tires. Brian sighed as his melancholy returned. Matt’s fingers brushed the colorful skin on his forearm, “I’m not going to Mars.” He said quietly. His touch sent goosebumps rippling up his arm, “Might as well be.” He grumbled. Matt smiled again and grabbed his backpack, “I’ll call when I land.” He murmured, he reached out and took Brian’s limp hand and squeezed it once before ducking out of the car and opening the back door to get his larger duffel. Almost as soon as he stepped away from the car the holiday crowd swallowed him. Brian stared a moment longer at the shifting horde and sighed and started to drive off. As soon as he set his hand on the steering wheel he got poked. He took his hand off and a piece of paper fluttered down to his pants. He picked it up, but before he could unfold someone knocked on the window. He looked up and an irritated security guard jerked his thumb toward the road. Brian tossed the paper into the passenger seat and wormed his way into the slow moving traffic.

He drove home growing more and more dejected with each mile passing between him and the airport. He split his attention between the road and his phone sitting in one of the cup holders. The touch screen stayed dark. While he waited at a light he pretended that Matt was standing in a bag check line and thinking about what he was doing. He would realize how stupid it was to be leaving the week of Christmas at the whim of the record company and he would push his way out of line and call him and tell him to turn around and pick him up.

Brian jumped a little when the car behind him honked. He shook himself out of the fantasy and glanced at his dark and quiet phone and kept driving.

His house loomed, it actually loomed, at him when he pulled up. The five windows decorating the front were dark; the door in its recess was darker. He hit the garage door opener and the darkness gaped at him and swallowed the car. He shut the car off and sat in the dark for a moment staring at the clutter before shaking himself irritably, “Like he said, he’s not going to Mars.” He got out and stood with his hand on the door about to shut it, he had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something. He looked down at the keys in his hand and patted his pocket and found his wallet. “Phone.” He muttered and ducked down to grab it out of the cup holder. While he was there the folded piece of paper caught his eye and he picked that up too. Once he had his phone and the piece of paper the forgetful feeling disappeared and he shut the car door and trudged into the quiet house.

He tossed his keys on the counter and headed to the laundry room to put a load in the washer. That didn’t take nearly as long as he wanted it to and he ended up wandering through the house looking for something to occupy his time. His roaming ended at the living room on the couch with the TV on something pointless. He stared listlessly at show and perked up and pulled the slip of paper out of his pocket, his dormant curiosity suddenly rabid.

It was just a strip of notebook paper, probably torn out of one of Matt’s many, and folded once. In plain black ink were two words in Matt’s chicken scratch handwriting that sent his mind spinning off into fantasies that would make a death row inmate blush. He looked at the clock and smiled devilishly and pulled his phone out and punched in Zack’s number. If anyone knew where he had to go he would.

“Tell me why.” The lefty guitarist giggled. Brian pulled the phone away from his ear and mock glared at it before putting it to his head again, “Pervert.” He sniffed. Zack laughed, “You called me, remember.” He said cheekily. Brian smiled and let his arm hang off the side of the couch. Ten minutes into the call he had abandoned the upright position and gotten comfortable horizontal while Zack tried to weasel information out of him. “Please, just give me one store.” Brian begged. Zack made a humming sound, like he was actually thinking about it, and giggled again, “Depends on what you’re doing.” He said slyly. Brian laughed, “I’m not telling!”

“Well then you’re going to be asking the 411* operator some really awkward questions.” He chirped. Brian drummed his heels on the arm of the couch in a small tantrum, “C’mon Zacky!” he whined and then smiled, “I know, I’ll just call Jimmy.” He snorted when Zack yelped and then he laughed breathlessly, “Good luck, his mouth is full right now.” He said lowly. Brian’s eyes widened and he barked out a laugh, “God, I’ll just call you tomorrow.” He was laughing so hard he had to sit up. Zack cursed and then his dazed voice was on the phone again, “Yeah, okay. Yeah.” And the line went dead. Brian lay back down still snickering.

Before he had recovered himself a familiar ringtone filled the quiet room. “Hey, how was your flight?” he asked closing his eyes. Matt’s husky voice came over the phone crystal clear, he could almost pretend he was sitting next to him, “Boring, long. How did you spend your day?”

Brian smiled, “Bastard, you know exactly how I spent my day.” He murmured. The almost hoarse laugh made his skin warm and tingle, “You got my note?” he asked innocently. Brian dropped a leg off the couch and slid his free hand down to the button on his jeans. He almost hated how quickly Matt could get him into a knot of need and desire. “Yes, I got your ‘note’ and you’re going to pay when you get home.” He growled. Matt laughed again, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Kinky fuck.” Brian muttered, “You enjoy tormenting your lover like this?” he asked louder.

“If I enjoyed tormenting you, I would tell you I’m naked.” His low voice answered. Brian’s body responded immediately to the deeper tones and he undid his button, “Fucker.” He breathed. Matt laughed again, lower and huskier, “If I enjoyed tormenting you, I would let you know how hard I am right now.” His voice dropped more and Brian pulled his zipper down, “Dammit, Matt.” He whined. Matt didn’t let up, “If I enjoyed tormenting you, I would tell you I’m getting myself off thinking about you.” His voice dropped to a growl and he gasped his name. Brian pushed his hand into his boxers and slid his fingers over his own quivering erection, “Bastard.” He moaned. Matt made a growling sound and Brian put the phone between his head and shoulder and shoved his pants down and quickly wrapped his fingers around his base. Matt’s growls turned more and more to whimpers and half spoken pleas, Brian arched into his hand keeping his eyes shut tight pretending Matt was squeezing and jerking on him.

He was close, he could feel his orgasm building and a low moan worked its way out of him. He was certain he was going to last longer than Matt, the singer’s breathing was heavier and his words were quickly dissolving into low sounds. “C’mon Matt,” he panted looking for payback, “hold it, just a little longer.” He bit his lip and groaned when the singer whined desperately. Brian forced his hand to slow down and his hips to be still, Matt had, had his fun and now it was his turn. “Hold it Matt, hold it for me.” He whispered, his hand squeezed his base making him moan and arch. Matt made an unintelligible sound and Brian smiled triumphantly.

And then Matt brought his house of cards crashing down with two words. The two words that had been tormenting him all day. His low growling voice strained with desperation, “Dominate Me.” It was his ace and it worked. Brian’s orgasm shuddered through him and he collapsed back on the couch sweaty and racked with small tremors of pleasure, Matt’s breaths were heavy and disjointed and sent another wave of tremors through him, “Fuck Matt.” He panted. The singer’s breathless laugh came over the phone, “I thought you would like that.”

“Do you mean that?” Brian asked finally opening his eyes. The room was blurry and a little cold. He tucked the phone against his shoulder and slid his pants up grimacing a little when sticky ejaculation smeared across his legs.

“Yes. That’s what I want for Christmas.” Matt murmured. Brian shuddered, “You’re coming home tomorrow right?” he asked, a hundred thoughts spinning through his mind. Matt sighed, “I wish.” Then his voice became playful again, “So, what ideas do you have?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Brian said, just rough enough to be completely unconvincing. Matt laughed, “Liar.” He waited a moment but Brian didn’t say anything. He hummed and Brian had the feeling he should have told him when his cock twitched. “Do any involve handcuffs?” he asked lowly, “Cuff me to the headboard and then you can fuck me all night.”
An involuntary moan slipped from his lips as he imagined Matt’s lean body stretched out on the bed willing and ready for him. Matt continued on as if he didn’t hear, “You could be creative and cuff me to the kitchen table or the pool table in the basement.” His thoughtful words held an erotic edge that Brian couldn’t miss. He squirmed and whined, “Matt, fuck, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” He panted, palming himself through his jeans. The singer laughed lowly, “I have to go anyway, I have a meeting at nine tomorrow.” He said playfully. Brian cursed him, “Don’t you dare fucking leave me like this!” he panted. Matt laughed again and in his low gravelly voice that he knew would make Brian hard again whispered his good night and hung up.

“Fuck!” Brian tossed the phone onto the coffee table and rolled over and pressed himself into the yielding leather of the couch. He rubbed his cock against the soft material, it didn’t do anything but make the ache worse. He cursed again and rolled back over and grabbed his stiff manhood. Without Matt panting in his ear it took longer to get to his orgasm but with the promise of being able to tie the bigger man up anyway he pleased he cried out and arched into his hand.

*~*~*

Zack hummed along with a song on the radio while weaving in and out of holiday traffic. Brian sat in the passenger seat with his head against the window fading in and out of sleep. He had called Zack back in the morning after a long night of tossing and turning and asked if the other man wanted to go Christmas shopping with him. Judging by the small, devilish grin still fixed on Zack’s face he knew exactly where Brian wanted to go.

Brian came fully into the waking world when the engine shut off. He shook himself a little and rubbed his eyes and looked out the window at the fairly busy parking lot.

“C’mon sleepy head. You’ve got some shopping to do.” Zack said gleefully getting out of the car; Brian chuckled and got out. The store they were at was fairly small, only one story, and smack between two hulking strip malls with only small side alleys dividing them. In the display windows were mannequins clothed, somewhat, in erotic lingerie for her and him.

A smile twitched his lips as Zack strolled across the parking lot and through the single door like he owned the place. Considering how often he came here people probably thought he did. Brian walked in a few steps behind him and looked around feeling a little out of his element. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for and he really didn’t want to pick up something that the guy at the cash register would blab to the tabloids about.

“Syn,” Zack said grabbing his hand, “it’s not that amazing, c’mon.” he towed him along to the back of the store, he followed willingly, glad he had called the other man. Zack took him to a back corner painted black with red accent streaks and filled from floor to ceiling with shelves and shelves of medieval torture devices. Brian glanced over the shelves and then gave Zack a blank look, “What the hell is this?”

Zack sighed and shook his head sadly, “Synyster Gates,” he said reprovingly, “you have got to experiment more with your sex life.” Then he reached over and pulled a pair of handcuffs off a shelf and jingled them in front of his face, “You should know what these are.” He leered. Brian scowled at him and made a grab for the metal cuffs but Zack jerked them back, “Ah-ah, not so fast.” He wagged a finger in his face, “Do you want the actual handcuffs or do you want padded cuffs?” he set the metal cuffs back on the shelf and Brian shrugged, “Which ever I guess.”

Zack shook his head again, “I’m so glad you called.” He said dryly, “Let’s get you padded cuffs. The actual handcuffs can really hurt if you don’t use them right.” He plucked another pair off the shelf and handed them to Brian. They looked like the others he had discarded, except the inside was ringed with tufts of soft black material. Zack was already looking over another shelf. He shook his head after a quick look and moved on. Brian let out a breath, he didn’t want anything too weird, he’d never done bondage before.

The next thing Zack pulled off the shelf was an oily black whip about four feet long; Brian felt himself pale when Zack snapped it expertly. The other guitarist looked over at him and clapped a hand over his mouth so the entire store wouldn’t hear him laughing. Once he controlled himself enough to stifle his giggles by biting his lip he coiled it back up and tucked it under his arm. Brian shook his head violently, “No, Hell No.” he hissed. Zack started giggling again, “It’s not for you, it’s for me.” He had to cover his mouth again when blood reddened Brian’s cheeks. Zack continued looking around and pulled two metal rings with two long crimson scarves hanging from each of them. “You don’t get to play with the fun stuff until you get comfortable with the beginner things.” He snickered tossing the rings at him. Brian caught them and rolled his eyes, “They used to whip people as punishment.”

“And they still do.” Zack purred. Brian felt his cheeks redden again, “You,” he said playfully, “and your date, are too fuckin’ weird.”

*~*~*

Matt’s flight landed in a little under four hours. Brian’s excitement was curbed only a little by the falling snow. He liked snow, loved it actually, but he hated driving in the stuff; especially when it was dark. Still, he would drive through fireballs to get to the airport. He checked his watch for the umpteenth time and with a final look at the bedroom shut the door and grabbed his coat and keys.

After throwing his bags in the back Matt collapsed in the passenger seat and sighed happily. Brian couldn’t get the smile off his face as he pulled out into the mostly nonexistent traffic. Matt pulled one of his hands off the wheel and ran his fingers over the fine bones of his hand. Brian curled his fingers around his, “It’s creepy how much I missed you.” He said still smiling. Matt’s rough laugh filled the car and he gently squeezed his hand, “I really missed you too.” He murmured.

Brian pulled into their garage and got out of the car without taking the keys with him. Matt chuckled and climbed out slower, “I take it the bags are staying in the car until tomorrow.” His rough voice dried out Brian’s mouth and he paused with his hand on the door trying to slow his heart. He turned around and pressed his back against the door, “You’ve been gone for a week—” he was cut off when Matt’s warm lips attached to his and a warm tongue slid easily into his mouth. Brian’s eyes fluttered shut and his hands slipped under Matt’s shirt once he felt his warm skin a growl rose in his throat and he kissed back with more force. Matt pinned him against the door with his own growl. “Inside.” He whispered roughly. Brian twisted the knob and almost fell back into the house with Matt on top of him. “Oh fuck, Matt, upstairs.” Brian panted. Matt broke away from him and dragged him to the bedroom.

He froze when he opened the door and his hand tightened on Brian’s. Brian slipped around him and tugged him inside the low lit room. He had the handcuffs on the headboard and foot shackles hanging from the posts. On the bed was a new soot black comforter and wine red silk sheets. “C’mon Matty.” Brian purred. He pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips slowly pushing his tight shirt up. Matt arched up helping him with the shirt and eagerly pulling Brian’s off. Matt leaned up tensing the hard muscles of his stomach and kissed him again. Brian’s hands splayed against his stomach and moved down to the hard ridge in his pants making the singer’s lips vibrate with a moan.

“Clothes off, now.” Brian growled. Matt unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off scooting up the bed. Brian crawled up his body gently nipping at his pliant skin and smoothing his hands down his sides, “I missed you.” He murmured in the hollow of his neck. Matt’s fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck holding him close to his warm skin. He skimmed his lips up along his jaw line to his ear, “Arms up.” He ordered flicking his ear gage with his tongue. He felt Matt’s body stretch out under him and pleasure rippled through him. Brian sat up and pulled a length of silk out from under a pillow and gagged the singer and cuffed his hands.

Brian got off him to shimmy out of his own pants and also to tie Matt’s legs, the singer watched him with half-lidded eyes as he ran the scarlet silk up his calf before tying his ankle and repeated the movement on the other side. Matt arched his back some whimpering, his erection lay flat against his stomach. Brian straddled his hips again and pulled another, shorter, length of silk out and ran it teasingly up the underside of his cock. Matt arched again with a feral growl, the handcuffs rattled when Brian leaned down and sucked the tip into his mouth.

From the bedside table he pulled out a tube of lube and took his time sliding his hands up and down Matt’s length listening to the creak of the bed as Matt struggled with the bonds. Tremors rippled through him and muffled sounds that resembled curses filled the quiet room when Brian stopped stroking him. From the same drawer he pulled out two rings and slipped one on Matt. Matt yelped and shifted uncomfortably arching up and whimpering. Brian gripped his own twitching erection and greased his skin before slipping his own ring on groaning.

He slipped between Matt’s legs and pressed his tip teasingly against his entrance; Matt whined and pushed his body down as far as he could. Brian closed his eyes and bit his lip resisting the urge to thrust himself in him. He pulled away and instead wrapped his fingers around Matt’s erection again and squeezed up and down his length gently twisting his head. Matt groaned and writhed and Brian leaned down and swirled his tongue around his tight nipple. Salty sweat broke out on Matt’s chest when Brian reached down and jerked on his head, his whimpers grew more desperate and his body jerked spasmodically. Brian moved to the other nipple and gently bit down, Matt arched into him groaning and the cuffs rattled again. Brian’s fingernails were a little longer than usual and he raked them down Matt’s side making the singer growl and pull against the restraints more. He pulled back some and flicked his nipple with his tongue before attaching his lips to his collar bone and sucking hard on the colorful skin. Matt pressed up into him and he ground down hard trying to stifle the ache between his legs.

Matt’s honey gold eyes were unfocused and heavy with pleasure, his eyes halfway closing when Brian pressed his erection into his stomach and opening wide when his fingers found a sensitive spot. Brian’s fingers slid up to cup his balls and his eyes rolled back, he stroked the soft skin and a strangled moan came out of the singer.

Brian’s self-control was beginning to wear thin. His erection ached and no matter how many times or how hard he pushed himself against Matt’s soft body the pain refused to leave. He finally gave up when Matt made a particularly low, feral, sound and picked up the discarded tube again and greased two fingers.

With the first finger he pushed in Matt’s body went slack and the moan he let out was half a sigh of relief. Brian tucked his bottom lip between his teeth to keep himself in check while he slowly loosened the other man. He pushed a second finger in and bit down hard when Matt moved with his fingers. Cursing he pulled his fingers out and pressed his head against Matt’s entrance again and thrust himself in with one hard stroke. Matt’s head jerked back, his body tightened around his cock and the bed creaked pitifully. Brian cursed again and let his head fall back while he waited for Matt to adjust to him.

After an eternity Matt’s body loosened a tiny bit and he started moving quickly. Matt groaned and moved with him, his eyes squeezed shut and sweat glistening dimly on his broad chest. Brian panted curses and changed his angle driving deeper into the singer’s body, Matt tightened around him and they both cried out.

Brian knew they were both close, Matt had been at the edge when he put the gag in his mouth, but he couldn’t do it. His stomach muscles clenched and the light, giddy feeling was there, but he couldn’t come. He cursed again and moved faster, sweat broke out on his shoulders and both their ragged cries picked up again. He could feel it, the tight coils of pleasure, sitting just at his base but no matter how hard he pushed or how fast it refused to move lower. The pain was coming back heightening the hot pleasure surrounding his cock but his orgasm stayed just out of reach. A low growl spilled from his throat and he used the foot board for more power. Matt’s body snapped up to meet his hard thrusts and Brian groaned with frustration when that still didn’t work. He reached down and rapidly jerked Matt off, the singer screamed and his body tightened around him even more but neither of them reached their peak.

His fingers slid over a ridge on Matt’s base and he cursed raggedly, in the morning they would both think it was funny that he forgot to take their rings off, but right now he could have killed himself. He reached down and felt his own cock, the ring held his orgasm at bay. He squeezed Matt’s cock hard one last time and jerked the ring off. Matt screamed incoherently and finally creamy come spurted out of him. Brian pulled out and jerked his own ring off and thrust back in. Everything stopped. Matt’s ragged scream cut off abruptly, the dim light of the room disappeared in an iridescent white, and his tired body was numb.

Brian woke up with his penis warmer than the rest of his body. He raised his head and winced, he felt like he had just done Matt’s entire weekly workout in one day. Clumsily he pulled his limp cock out of Matt and cool air surrounded him. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the key to the handcuffs and after a couple minutes of fumbling undid them and collapsed back onto Matt’s warm body.

“I was hoping you would wake up soon.” The singer murmured, his voice rumbled through his chest and Brian smiled contently, “Yeah, sorry.” He mumbled. He scooted further up his body so he could rest his forehead against Matt’s temple.

“No reason to apologize for great sex.” Matt countered wrapping his arms around him. Brian grimaced, “I don’t know if the pain I’m going to feel for the next three weeks was worth it.” He nipped at the soft skin of Matt’s neck when he chuckled. Matt rolled over and worked them both under the covers, “I think,” he murmured kissing down Brian’s jaw line, “I know what will make it better.”

*411 in my state is an information number, kind of like an operator but they can give you directions and numbers to stores and food places.

A/N: I Liiiiiiiiive!! *cue Thriller music*
Homemade cookies and eggnong for reading and reviewing! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!
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