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Let's Make A Porno	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I, ZFOMG, nor any of my alter egos know the boys from A7x. This is all erotic fiction and never happened. No monetary gains were made.

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Additional Disclaimer: I don't own the movies mentioned either.

Zack arched up and groaned as Jimmy’s head bobbed up and down on his stiff cock. “Jimmy, so close.” He whispered and cried out again when his hands ghosted up his stomach and across his chest tweaking pert nipples and tickling his sides. Jimmy’s lips tightened and slid up to the tip of his manhood. “Fuck!” he bowed up and didn’t fight the hot feeling of release rushing through his body. Jimmy licked his lips and closed his eyes with a whispery moan while he jerked on his own erection. Zack reached down and joined his hand squeezing and pulling until Jimmy’s body shuddered and he fell against the bed panting.

Zack shifted and curled against him, “We should make a porno.” He laughed breathlessly. Jimmy smiled against his shoulder “That would be pretty hot.” Zack rolled over on top of him, straddling his slim hips. Jimmy’s eyes flared and the stirrings of another erection pressed against stomach, “I would love to film you, see you spread out under me.” A shudder went through his body and a low moan vibrated his chest, “God, the sounds you make, how would that sound on a DVD?” his erection stiffened even more and Zack rubbed his stomach against the hard length purring. “I would love to watch you pound my ass.” He whispered thrusting against the thick coil of muscle. Jimmy reached between them grabbing his length and pushing Zack up until he lined up with his blunt head. “Ride me.” He murmured, eyes falling half closed. Zack sat back and welcomed his pulsing length in sinking down on him an inch at a time. Jimmy shuddered and strong fingers caught his hips in a bruising grip pushing him down and jerking him up again. Zack took over the pace and Jimmy dropped his hands, opting instead to tangle his fingers in the sheets. His body moved with Zack’s pushing his hard length deeper into the guitarist. Zack tipped his head back and moved faster. Jimmy grabbed Zack’s neglected length stroking and twisting until Zack’s rhythm faltered and hot seed spurted across his chest. Zack’s body constricted around him and Jimmy pumped himself dry in his heat.

One Week Later

Zack watched Jimmy warily. He didn’t think Jimmy would actually run with the sex tape idea, but here he was setting up a camera. “Jimmy, I don’t know about this. What if someone finds it?” he really didn’t want his bare ass all over the internet. Jimmy finished fiddling with the camera and came over to the bed. “No one is going to find it. I promise.”

Zack squirmed but let Jimmy push him back and straddle his hips. It was weird knowing the camera was there recording everything and the usual rush he got when Jimmy’s fingers traced the hem of his shirt was absent. Jimmy noticed his lack of conviction and sat up, “Baby, I promise no one is going to see it but us. Relax,” he murmured leaning down again, “and scream for me.” This time when his rough fingers brushed his skin his heart jumped. He wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s neck and spread his legs wider so the bulge in Jimmy’s pants could fit snugly against his.

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Zack pulled Black Christmas off the shelf and tossed it to Matt. The singer caught it and flipped it around to read the back. “This is the movie Brian’s been hounding me about?” he didn’t sound impressed and Zack laughed. “I didn’t say it was a classic, I said it was bloody and awesome.”

Matt raised an eyebrow but there was a smile on his lips, “All right, I’ll bring it back tomorrow.” He said. Zack waved his hand, “No rush. I haven’t watched it in months and besides, I know where you live.” He said walking Matt to the door. Matt’s dimples flashed and he gave Zack a hug before he headed down the front steps.

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Jimmy was over later in the evening. Zack snuck his tongue into the drummer’s mouth before the door was closed and then he was half-stripped on the floor before he knew Jimmy had moved. Zack wrestled Jimmy’s shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans while Jimmy’s tongue caressed his nipples. Jimmy pushed his pants off and pulled Zack’s knees apart grabbing his erection. Zack gasped and bowed off the floor, his hand joining Jimmy’s around his length moving it up and down. Jimmy jerked him watching Zack’s face twist with pleasure on every upstroke. His own erection throbbed, his body knew how tight Zack was, how his body would be milking him of everything he had. Jimmy moved his hand faster pushing Zack closer to his climax. The guitarist’s body undulated under him, grinding into his fist. Zack’s high cries had him nearly bursting. He pressed down against him and wrapped his hand around both their erections. The hard silky skin moving against his had him biting his lip and Zack screamed bucking up into him. Jimmy made a low sound and caught Zack’s seed spreading it on his erection. Two fingers pressed inside Zack’s taut body. The guitarist pressed his head back with a moan and moved with the digits. “That’s right, baby.” He whispered closing his eyes, savoring the feel of his body.

Zack whined and Jimmy pulled his fingers out. Pulling Zack’s hips up he thrust in shuddering and cursing. Jimmy abandoned rhythm, pushing in and pulling Zack’s body against his, grinding deeper into him. Zack screamed and his body tightened around Jimmy’s length. Jimmy cursed and lost himself in the waves of intense pleasure.

“Zacky, fuck.” Jimmy said after he had his breath back. Zack laughed next to him as he stretched. Jimmy rolled over and caught his hands over his head, Zack squirmed half-heartedly. “Ugh, I need a minute.” He said going lax under him. Jimmy kissed his neck and gave a suffering sigh. “All right. How about a movie?” he asked grinning. Zack perked up and Jimmy got up and went to the movie shelf. He looked for a minute before pulling out Black Christmas. Zack’s head pushed between his arm and body and he rubbed his cheek against his chest. “I didn’t know I had two.” He said, trying to remember when he had bought the second copy. Jimmy looked at him, “You…have two?” he said. Zack looked up, “Yeah, I gave Matt one earlier today.” He said. Jimmy paled a shade and popped the case open. “Shit.”

*~*~*

Brian plopped down on Matt’s lap after he popped the movie in effectively keeping the singer in place and once the movie started, awake. Matt grumbled but wrapped his arms around the guitarist, “I don’t know why you’re so excited about this.” He sighed. Brian and Zack loved their gore movies, Matt was more of a Lethal Weapon kind of guy. Brian leaned back, “If you’re quiet through this I might blow you afterwards.”

Matt’s hands clamped on his hips and pulled him down on his lap, “I’ll hold you to that.” He murmured. Brian snorted and hit a button on the remote. Instead of the usual previews starting up or a menu the black screen resolved instantly to a familiar room. “What?” Brian cocked his head to the side and Matt perked up thankful he would be spared a few more minutes.

Brian made a grab for the remote as soon as Matt noticed Zack’s naked body stretched on the bed. Jimmy walked in front of the camera shirtless and halfway out of his pants. Matt wrestled Brian’s hand back and used his foot to kick the remote off the coffee table. “You said you wanted to watch a movie.” The singer teased. Brian squirmed trying to break from Matt’s hold. “Do you have any idea how pissed Zack will be?” he hissed. Matt pinned Brian’s arms against his thighs and rested his chin on Brian’s shoulder. “Then why are you still watching?” the singer asked. Brian deliberately looked over his shoulder at the other man. “Let go Matt, we’re not watching this.”

Matt’s hazel eyes flicked up to his for half a second before returning to the screen. A soft gasp came from the movie but Brian continued looking at the singer. Matt ground up with his own whispery sigh. Brian clamped his mouth shut, intent on letting the singer know how not okay he was with this. The sounds from the TV grew louder, Zack’s higher cries mixing with Jimmy’s. Matt let go of his hand and wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist making it easier for him to move. One hand slid between his legs cupping the growing bulge in his pants. Brian cursed and pressed down on his lap, his head snapped around and a low moan escaped. Zack’s pale legs wrapped around Jimmy’s waist sent a flush of heat over Brian’s body. Matt slid his zipper down and strong fingers stroked his sensitive skin making him tremble in the singer’s unyielding grip.Wriggling on Matt’s lap had the singer clamp down on him with a sharp hiss, his hand tightening convulsively.

Brian got an arm loose and pulled Matt’s hands off. Matt watched him with hooded eyes as Brian pulled his shirt up. The singer undid his pants and pushed the denim down revealing a dark erection. Brian shimmied out of his own jeans and straddled his lap, Matt’s thick muscle pressed against his sending a jolt through both. Brian arched his back, his soft moan louder than the panting cries on the TV. Matt tipped his head back and coaxed Brian’s hips into a slow rhythm. Brian slid his hands up the singer’s shirt tracing the soft lines of muscle. Without breaking rhythm Matt pulled his shirt off letting Brian explore with more ease.

A tight knot of desperation filled Brian’s belly, he needed more though. Needed more of Matt. Matt’s fingers slid down his back and over his ass before a finger slipped inside. A hard shudder went through Brian as Matt gave him some of what he needed. The singer’s face twisted with unfulfilled pleasure and Brian pulled his erection up smearing precum over the hard length. Before Matt could stop him Brian impaled himself on the thick length. Matt’s head snapped back, every muscle in his body quivering, and the grip on Brian’s hips became painful but not quite enough to block the burn coming from inside his body. Matt’s breath heaved in and out of him, punctuated with curses and praises. Brian closed his eyes waiting for the pain to subside so he could move again. With his eyes closed Brian’s awareness of Matt’s body intensified; he could feel the taut muscles of the singer’s body twitching with need, feel how deep inside him he was, hear the high rasp of his breath, and the desperation he was trying to hide while he waited for Brian to adjust. Despite the eye watering burn still coming from his body, peace settled over him. His body relaxed, coma-inducing pleasure was one movement away but this was his favorite part. The moment right before pleasure, when he closed his eyes and felt how close Matt was, savored the feel of his body under and inside him.

Brian pushed himself up and Matt let loose a growl of pleasure and loosened his grip so Brian could move. Slamming down on Matt’s body had the singer bowing up, driving himself deeper and Brian screamed as stars exploded behind his eyes. Matt pulled Brian flush against his chest and rolled over, his sharp jabs making the guitarist lose all reason.

Brian blinked his eyes open and hazarded stretching a little until his muscles protested. Matt’s scent was strong around him but he wasn’t on the floor with him. “Matty?” he called sleepily. His eyes drooped and he jumped when rough fingers ran up his thigh. Matt’s familiar scent enveloped him the same time warm lips pressed against his and his heavy body settled over him. Brian looped his arms around the singer’s neck, stroking his fingers down his spine, “Where’d you go?” he murmured. Matt’s lips traced down his neck and up to his lips again, “Not far.” He answered. Brian smiled and ran his lips over the singer’s collar bone nipping at thin skin. Matt shuddered and repositioned himself so his erection pressed between Brian’s legs. The guitarist arched up and held his lover’s head against his shoulder while Matt slowly pushed in. The burn was worse without any kind of lube but Matt moved about as fast as the continents keeping the pain bearable. Brian stroked down the singer’s back feeling his spine and muscles contract and quiver. Matt’s lips pressed against his neck and vibrated with a moan sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

It felt like half the night passed before Matt stopped moving, panting hard, sweat dotting his spine, and his muscles stiff under Brian’s fingers.

“Matt, move.” The guitarist whispered, the burn was still too much but Matt was barely holding on. The singer didn’t move and Brian squirmed under him, grimacing a little when his body didn’t slide around Matt’s dry cock. The hot desire that had filled him moments ago faded more as pain squeezed out the pleasure. If it was possible, Matt’s muscles tightened even more and his breath rushed out of him.

“Matt, move. Please.” Brian whispered letting his head drop back on the floor. The pain was subsiding a little at a time and once the singer started moving it would disappear at some point. Matt’s head moved against his neck, “Not long…enough.” Another shudder rippled through his body making Brian wince. Matt pushed himself up and stretched his body out over Brian’s. His arms quivered and his ribcage expanded rounding out his torso before contracting tight enough to highlight hard muscle. Brian slid his hands up Matt’s arms and across his shoulders before moving down his chest and stomach. “Are you going to make me beg tonight?” even to his ears that sounded a little forced, but if Matt wound himself any tighter he was going to break something. Matt stared down at his face, his hazel eyes caught between dreamy and annoyed. “I…can feel how tight…you’re not ready.” He bit out. Brian’s hands stopped tracing the lines of muscle on his torso and he looked up at the singer surprised. He had no idea Matt could read his body like that. “Matt, it’s going to hurt without lube, no matter how long you wait.” He whispered. Matt cursed, Brian guessed at himself, but still didn’t move. “You’ll kill us both if you don’t move.” Brian said. His hands continued moving down Matt’s body to where they were joined and then across his hard thighs. Matt gave in. His slow pull out had Brian’s jaw clenching and his body stiff.

The singer didn’t thrust in again when he was expecting but he was trying too hard to breathe normally to comment. When Matt slid free of his body his eyes popped open, “What the fuck?” he growled. Matt looked like he had just run a 20K marathon. “I can’t do that to you.” He said shakily. Brian’s annoyance faded and he pulled the singer down against his chest again. “I don’t know how you fucking did that.” He whispered. Matt’s ragged laugh was almost humorless, “I don’t either, and I never want to fucking do it again.” He nuzzled Brian’s chest and his shakes began to subside. Brian let his head fall back and his eyes close, the hazy bliss that usually came with an orgasm overtaking him. Matt’s body was solid and warm against his and his panting breath beginning to even out as it blew across his skin. Having the singer tucked against him the sense of completeness he always associated with Matt being inside him suffused a warm glow through his body.

A/N: Aloha! I haven’t posted in a minute but I have three, possibly four, longer stories all in the works. Hope you enjoyed :) Thank you for reading and reviewing.
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