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Wanna Bet? - Remix	By : FioraSilverWing Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Wanna Bet? - Remix

Author: Serenity Star

Pairing: Brian /Zack, Jimmy/Johnny, slight Matt/Zack

Rating: NC-17 (So NC-17)

Summary: “We’re totally getting off the subject. I could completely talk someone off. End of discussion.”

Author's Note: It's been a long time, hasn't it? A lot of people have asked for this. I just hope the majority of them are still around here. Any of the old peeps lurking? I missed everyone! Anyway. This is Wanna Bet? with an alternate ending. I respond very favorably to comments and I do plan to write the follow up, with enough encouragement.

Personal Note: I have four or so stories in the works that have been that way for almost two years. I started them, lost my steam and then we lost Jimmy. I've been revisiting them and working here and there and I hope to finish them. I make no promises on time line, but I'm determined to finish and hopefully write more after that. I understand that there are people who may not be comfortable reading about someone who's passed as if they're still here but Jimmy is a muse for me, even now. This is just another way I can remember him. So please use your judgment and I'll respect your decision as I hope you respect mine. Now, on with the show.

Disclaimer: Fiction and all that. Pity.

“What do you mean I couldn’t do it?”
“I don’t think you could pull it off.” Matt crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing Brian.
Said guitarist lifted one elegant brow, bottle paused in midair, halfway to his mouth. “So… you doubt me?”
Jimmy shook his head from where he was lounging on one of the couches, watching the unfolding scene lazily, sipping at his own drink. “Bad move, dude. You know how he gets when you tell him he can’t do something.” Johnny nodded in agreement, a shoulder leaning lightly against Jimmy.
Matt glanced over at the drummer, then back to Brian, answering his question. “Yes. I guess I do doubt you. The great Synyster Gates might be good at a lot of things, but I don’t think even you could get someone off without touching them. I mean, come on. Is that even possible?”
Brian’s slight frown turned into a glower.
Zack, sitting next to Matt on the couch opposite of Jimmy and Johnny just rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s possible, Matt. How do you think wet dreams work?”
“Well, most of the time you’re like rubbing against the bed or something, right?” Matt tipped his head, contemplating.
“Not all of the time though.” Jimmy sat up a little. “Y’know, girls can have wet dreams too. And they have nothin’ to rub against the bed.”
Matt’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “No fuckin’ way. Girls can have wet dreams? Seriously?”
“Well, yeah.” Jimmy grinned, snickering a little at Johnny, whose eyes were just as large as Matt’s. “Dude, I used to know this one chick and she was telling me about this time when she had this dream-”
“Guys!” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose, heaving a deep sigh before continuing. “We’re totally getting off the subject. I could completely talk someone off. End of discussion.” He turned to continue towards the door that separated the front lounge from the bunk section, intent on getting changed. He’d been headed that way earlier, before they’d managed to get on the topic they were currently arguing over and Matt had all but declared Brian a liar.
“Prove it.”
Again he stopped in his tracks, slowly looking back at the vocalist, who was smirking smugly to himself, sucking down some of his beer. “What?”
Matt’s grin widened. “If you’re so confident that it can be done, that you can do it… Put your money where your mouth is, Gates. Fucking prove it.”
Jimmy watched from his position, inwardly rolling his eyes. There was no way Brian would back down from a challenge like that. His ego wouldn’t let him. The drummer raised his hand, catching the attention of the two arguing. “Not it.”
Johnny looked up at him, confusion plain on his face. “Huh?”
“Brian’s gonna have to use one of us right? To prove it? I mean, who else is here? I’m not getting in the middle of it. I’ll watch.” He smirked.
“Oh.” Johnny grinned, sitting up, raising a hand to mirror Jimmy’s previous move. “Not it!”
Zack’s hand lifted a few seconds later. “Not-“
“Zacky’s gonna have to do it.” It was clear from Matt’s tone that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Zack sat up straight, glaring at the larger man. “Hey! What the fuck? What’d ya mean I have to do it? I’m just an innocent bystander!”
“Exactly.” Matt met and held the angry green glare that was trying to melt him into the cushions. “Jimmy and Johnny already opted out. And I can’t do it. Not if I’m part of the bet.”
Zack was even more annoyed at how sound Matt’s logic seemed.
“So it’s a bet now?” All eyes once again turned to a smirking Brian. “What are the stakes?”
It didn’t take Matt long to decide. “If you can’t do it, at our next hotel stop, you room with me. And you’re my bitch. All night.”
Jimmy snickered into his beer, eyes sliding back to Brian. It was rare for any of them to get Brian. More often than not, he was the one on top. The thought of Brian spread out under Matt, pinned and writhing under the larger man… It was an undeniable turn on. His cock twitched in his pants.
Brian didn’t hesitate. He simply smirked a little wider, standing a bit straighter. “Fine. But if I can, you have to blow me. On the bus. While everyone watches.”
Matt’s eyes narrowed. He was playing dirty now. But it was far too late to back out. Especially since he’d been the one to issue the challenge. He spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine.”
“Hey. Still not wanting to do this, here.” Zack was still glaring from his end of the couch.
Brian turned his attention to Zack. He had to be a willing participant, or the whole thing would never work. He resorted to his secret weapon, turning the full force of his pout on his friend. “Please, Zacky? For me?”
Zack cursed inwardly, eyeing the lead guitarist. How the fuck did he do that? One second he was all ‘look at me, I’m a smug bastard’ and the next he was all doe-eyed and pouting, the very embodiment of the ‘kicked puppy’ expression. Zack could never resist that look. He slumped back against the couch, crossing his arms moodily. “…fine.”
Brian grinned, the expression gone just as quickly as it had appeared. He slipped over, leaning down to press a kiss to Zack’s cheek, speaking lowly against his ear. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll be good. I promise.” A second later and he was gone, moving back towards the door he’d failed twice now to reach.
Zack watched as the other guitarist walked away. His cheek tingled slightly where Brian’s lips had touched his skin, and a hand lifted absently to touch the spot.
“Where are you going?” It was Matt’s turn to look confused.
This time, Brian didn’t stop. “To get changed, which is what I was gonna do twenty fucking minutes ago. You guys get everything situated. I’ll be right back.” Without a backwards glance, he was through the door, closing it behind him.
~*~

He chuckled to himself, waiting. It hadn’t taken long to slip out of his clothes and into a pair of loose pajama pants. He’d decided to forego the shirt, given the situation. The more skin he was showing the better. He though about just walking out there naked, but he didn’t want someone crying foul. He’d wait until they were all properly distracted to slip in underhanded tricks, if need be.
He could hear them squabbling through the door, though he couldn’t make out the words. Obviously Zack still wasn’t entirely happy with the situation. He could hear the tones of his voice over everyone else’s, though Jimmy’s lilt and Matt’s deep soothing tones were present as well. Even a bit of Johnny’s soft tones, probably trying to reassure Zack. Finally, after things had quieted down again, he pushed open the door, bare feet silent on the floor as he stepped out. The sight that greeted him was enough to make his mouth water.
Jimmy and Johnny were still on their couch, lounging together, Johnny once again leaning against the drummer’s side. They were situated to have a perfect view of Zack and Matt however. Probably to make sure there wasn’t any touching. Matt was sitting on the floor, back leaning against the half wall that held the small counter of their little kitchen area. Zack was settled between his legs. Naked as the day he was born, all pale, inked skin and soft lines.
Brian paused for a moment to let his eyes roam over the two. Matt looked comfortable, though his face was impassive, rather detached from the situation. He was obviously making every effort to stay neutral and not influence anything. He held Zack’s hands behind the rhythm guitarist’s back, ensuring that he couldn’t touch anything. If Zack got wound up and grabbed his cock, it would void the bet.
Zack looked petulant; eyes shooting glares from Jimmy and back to Matt, alternating between scowls at the floor. They could have at least let him keep his pants. But oh no. ‘How can we be sure he really got you off if we can’t see?’ he’d said. Stupid Jimmy, being all logical. He glared again. Jimmy was supposed to be the crazy one, not the one who pointed relevant shit out.
So he’d been trapped against Matt, his hands held in a strong, if careful, grip, leaving him completely exposed. And while he didn’t have huge body image issues… The thought of everyone getting to watch, to see him all spread out and vulnerable… He was about to pull his knees in a bit when he realized everyone’s eyes had shifted. He’d been so lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed the door open. He flicked his eyes up, immediately frozen under the heavy gaze of hungry chocolate eyes.
Brian was back.
He sauntered, oh yes, sauntered, over, his hips swaying as he walked. The little motion easily drew the jade eyes on him down, down over that flat stomach. Sharp, inward sloping lines at his hips only drew them lower and in, taunting with a glimpse of the beginnings of a trail of dark curls that teasingly disappeared under the waistline of the loose pants. Brian could see Zack swallow, caught the little flick of a pink tongue wetting his pierced lower lip.
He knew everyone else’s eyes were following the same path, looking him over, drinking him in. He licked his own lips, eyes never leaving Zack. Let them look. They could touch later if they wanted. But right now the captive guitarist before him was his only focus. He was gonna make Zacky scream.
Zack’s eyes snapped back up as soon as he realized that he’d been all but leering at Brian. But he couldn’t help it. And meeting his eyes again did nothing to cool his swiftly heating blood. There was no way he could deny that Brian was good looking. Psh, good looking. The man was fucking scorching hot. Heavily tattooed, lean muscle shifting under the tanned and colored skin; broad shoulders, tapering down to a slim waist… His legs might be covered by loose material, but he knew just how strong those hidden thighs were. No one could deny wanting him. And held there, trapped under Brian’s gaze, displayed for him, Zack couldn’t deny it either.
Brian stopped a few feet from Zack and Matt, slowly, gracefully, dropping to his knees. He crawled the last little distance to stop and crouch between Zack’s feet, one hand on the floor to keep himself steady. A slow grin spread over his lips and his tongue flicked out again to wet them, slowly. Teasingly. Putting on a little show for his captive audience.
“Hi there, Zacky.”
Zack shuddered. Brian was crawling, fucking crawling, across the floor. On his hands and knees. Shirtless. And his pants looked like they were going to give up the whole effort with one wrong move. And his voice. He’d never quite heard that pitch before. It was low, sultry. And it sounded like there was a growl just begging to escape. He felt Matt shiver at his back and started to relax, glad he wasn’t the only one affected. There was no way he could fight that voice.
“H-hey, Brian…”
He tipped his head down a little, looking up at Zack through his dark eyelashes, messy hair framing his face, giving him a vaguely wild look that fit perfectly with the dangerous purr his voice had become. He watched Zack swallow again, his grin widening.
“Mm, do you want me to touch you, Zacky?”
The rhythm guitarist nodded dumbly, hips shifting faintly. He could feel the blood rushing south. His body was eager to hear more of those low words, cock twitching in interest. His cheeks flushed, though he wasn’t as worried about the attention of the others as he had been before. His world was narrowing to one sharp point, Brian more than filling that space.
The lead guitarist pushed his thin lips out into a little pout. Playful this time. “But I can’t. It’s not allowed.” He barely held back the chuckle when Zack whimpered softly. Oh, this was going to be fun. “I would if I could, baby. I’d have my hands all over that pale skin of yours. I know you taste just as good as you look. And fuck, would I taste you. Your lips, your neck… I’d trace each tattoo with my tongue.”
In that moment, Zack wanted nothing more than Brian’s hands on him, touching, exploring. The heat of his tongue... He could almost feel it, the slick warmth trailing down his neck, over the death bat on his chest, leading to a nipple. He tipped his head back, a soft sigh catching in his throat. Brian was speaking again.
“Is that what you want, Zack? I gotta say, I want more than that. Guess I’m just greedy.” Brian’s eyes moved down over Zack’s body, over the masks tattooed on either side of his stomach, just over his hips, lower… He was already half hard and he could practically watch that pale length thickening. Fuck but he hated the no touching rule right now. He was definitely glad he’d gone with loose pants.
“I’d have my tongue on your cock in a heartbeat, baby.”
Zack couldn’t have held back the moan that escaped if he’d wanted to. He really wanted to feel that, needed to feel it. He was hard now, those low words, taunting, turning dirty. He shifted his arms, only to meet resistance, some part of his mind remembering Matt. The rest of it was more worried about paying attention to that voice.
“B-Brian…”
“Mm, yeah. Do you want me to suck you off Zacky? Wrap my lips around your cock? I could take you deep, baby. So fuckin’ deep… All the way down my throat. I bet you’d love to wrap your fingers in my hair, fuck my mouth…”
Zack shuddered, hips jerking once. Friction. He needed friction. He was starting to ache and all he wanted was for Brian to wrap one of those strong hands around his cock and jerk him until he exploded. Yeah, right now that sounded heavenly. Hell, he’d do it himself, if he could get a hand free. He tugged experimentally and felt Matt’s grip tighten minutely. Nope, not getting loose.
He groaned in frustration, letting his head fall back against Matt’s shoulder, idly registering that the vocalist’s breathing seemed a bit quicker than normal.
“Fuck, Brian, please…”
He was beautiful, sprawled out there, propped against Matt, flushed and hard, wanting. He’d fuck him right here on the floor if it weren’t for the bet. Right now he didn’t even care if Zack stayed pressed against Matt. Mm, that was a thought for later…
“Zacky. Open your eyes.”
He hadn’t even realized that he’d closed them, but slowly, he blinked them back open, focusing once again on Brian, trying to keep his breathing even, rather than the ragged pant it seemed to want to settle into.
Once Zack’s eyes were open and on him again, he smiled, not a grin like before, but a soft, sincere smile. One he meant. One reserved only for his closest friends. The people he loved. And with that innocent, honest expression, he let his voice drop to just above a whisper, hot and low and full of dark promise. “You’ve got me so hard right now Zack. I wanna fuck you so bad.”
Fucking sounded even better than having Brian’s mouth on him and how the fuck did he get his voice any lower, any sexier than it had been? He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, but he managed to keep his eyes open and fixed on Brian. Brian wasn’t all he was seeing though. That voice, those words were bring images now, images of Brian above him, inside of him, taking him hard and fast and deep and-
“Yesss… I need you, fuck I need you right now…”
Brian could see Matt’s jaw tighten out of the corner of his eye. Not so fun when you couldn’t touch, now was it? He could hear little noises coming from the couch. Soft gasps, little whimpers that sounded like Johnny and quiet groans that were definitely Jimmy. He didn’t look though, couldn’t take his eyes off of Zack.
Zack’s eyes weren’t completely focused, but Brian could still see them shift down to follow the movement of his hand as he lifted it, sliding it down his own stomach to palm his cock through his pants. He let out a hiss and the jade fixed on him deepened to almost black, dark with lust and want. Brian groaned, arching his hips into his own hand, only half for show and his voice was definitely a growl now.
“Fuck you right here on the floor, hard and rough, pounding into that spot deep inside of you, the one that makes you see stars, over and over and over again…” He gave himself a squeeze, breath hitching. “I’d have you screaming for me, Zacky, begging me to let you come. But I wouldn’t. Not yet. Just a little longer. So I could get deeper. You want me in you, baby? I’d fucking own you.”
He could almost feel it, Brian deep inside of him, filling that empty space, stretching him until he ached, until he cried and screamed and pleaded for more of it. Yes, he wanted it. He was so close; he just needed that little push. He couldn’t keep his breathing even any more, wasn’t even trying. He could feel Matt’s pants echoing his own from behind, the little noises of want that he tried to hide rumbling against his back. They mingled with the higher, needier sounds Jimmy and Johnny were making, all of it forming a sinful harmony to Brian’s words.
“Say my name Zacky. Say it like you would if I was fucking you. If my cock was so deep in you, you could fucking taste it.”
“Briannn...” The name was a low moan, a whine, a plea, a prayer.
“My other name, Zack. Say it.” He was stroking himself now, a hand down his pants, the other still braced against the floor to hold himself up, fingers clenched into a white knuckled fist.
“Sssyn…” It was a hiss, low and dirty and everything Brian needed. He cried out, hand moving faster, trying desperately to hold on until he could get Zack to join him.
“Ah, fuck! That’s right, baby, the sweetest sin you’ll ever taste.” He leaned in close, close enough that he could feel Zack’s breath warm and quick against his lips, until Zack could feel his. “Come for me, Zack. I need you to, baby. I need to feel that hot, tight ass around me. Make me come baby, please make me come…”
Zack tried to jerk against the hold binding his arms, his eyes wide and wild, pleading and aroused. Matt wouldn’t give him an inch and some hazy, unfocused part of his mind wanted to rip the vocalist apart to get free. He needed Brian, damnit! Needed to touch and feel and take and be taken. He let out a high, keening, desperate noise, little sounds and words slipping out with each exhale as he panted, close enough that he could feel his toes curling. But not quite there, riding the razor’s edge.
“Brian! Brian, Syn, fuck please. Please, please I need it, I need you. Touch me, God, please, please.” He whimpered, straining to lean as close as he could manage, hips restless. “Please, fuck! Pleasepleasepleaseplease…”
Brian met those desperate green eyes, shuddering under their intensity, quailing under Zack’s begging. With a squeeze of his own hand, he broke, crying out, hot slickness spilling over his fingers. Without a thought, his free hand snapped out, wrapping around the other guitarist’s cock, stroking roughly once, twice. And then Zack was gone.
As soon as Brian’s hand touched Zack, Matt let go. The bet was over. And he could barely think past the insistent ache of his cock. He gripped Zack’s hips, tugging him back as the smaller man arched, grinding up into him and coming with a choked noise, pressing his face into the guitarist’s shoulder.
Zack couldn’t help but arch sharply, his head thrown back enough to lean against Matt while nothing from his shoulders to his hips touched the other man. The vocalist grinding into him from behind, Brian’s hand on his cock mingling with the dark words and low growls bouncing around the room had him coming harder than he could remember, his voice almost shocked in his pleasure. It came in pulsing waves, his eyes wide and unseeing, hips twitching feebly with the waves while he gasped and whimpered out the last of it.
They all seemed to collapse at the same time. Matt slumping back against the wall, Zack falling back into Matt while Brian collapsed onto Zack. They barely had the energy to settle themselves comfortably while Jimmy and Johnny all but slithered off the couch, loose limbed and sated themselves. They ended up in a pile, wrapped around each other, wrung out and sticky and panting.
It was quiet for several minutes as they tried to recover, snuggling in, little satisfied hums replacing the pants as breathing slowed.
“Don’t even say it.” Brian grumbled out finally. “I totally could have. Would have if Zack didn’t beg like a fucking porn star.”
Zack made a little huff of annoyance, but he couldn’t get much force behind it, already drifting towards sleep. “Fuck off. You just made me jizz all my sense out of my dick.”
It was Matt’s turn to chuckle while Jimmy and Johnny snickered softly, drifting off with Zack, curled against Matt and Brian. “Coulda, woulda, shoulda. I win.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Brian rolled his eyes, settling himself in against Zack, sighing happily against the other guitarist’s chest, enjoying the tattooed arms draped around him. “You can gloat after my nap. Fucker.”
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