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Kink	By : hopelesslyhopeful Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1549 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This is a work of fiction.

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He groans as lips suck on the tender flesh of the junction between his neck and shoulder. His back arches as the pair of lips travel down to torture his nipples. His face is flushed and sweat starts to form on his forehead.
"Brian," He moans while fingers dance up and down his sides. Brian simply smirks and pulls the shirt over his head.
His eyes rake over his chest, the hunger growing. The look in his eyes sent butterflies swirling through the younger man. He felt his body heat under the smoldering gaze. He closes his eyes as Brian traces sloppy kisses over his stomach.
"You're beautiful."
He sighed as he stared at the utter perfection in front of him. The music sheets were laid uselessly across his lap as all eyes were trained on Brian as his fingers flew over the frets. His eyes closed listening to the sweet music. They slowly opened after Brian finished the solo perfectly.
He envied him.
The white shirt he wore made his already tanned, muscular skin look that much darker. His hair always perfect, the day's makeup perfectly applied. Nothing he could ever compare to. Absolute perfection.
And perfectly straight. While he himself was as straight a winding road, not that anyone knew.
It wasn't fair, everything he wanted was right in front of him, yet he could never have it. Always there, taunting him. He was so close yet so far away.
At least they were friends. He could see the center of his world now for over a decade close to every day. The friendship was enough, or it used to be.
He found himself unable to control his thoughts, or emotions, around him anymore. He wanted more than anything to take those sweet lips as his own but knew he never could.
*~~~~*
Later, the group was raiding a bar. The other three left shortly, leaving him alone with Brian, who was on his way to being completely hammered. He sighed as he watch his friend completely lose it.
"Come on Brian, we're going home." The drunk man surprisingly didn't argue and followed semi-quietly.
He drove back to his own place, knowing Michelle would throw a bitch fit if she saw Brian like this.
He kept his hand on the other man's shoulder as he led him through the house to the guest bedroom.
He left Brian by the door and pulled the covers back so Brian could simply fall into the bed.
He flinched when he felt lips on his neck and groaned. It was a common fact around the group that Brian became horny when he got drunk.
"Come on Brian. Get in the bed," he ordered softly hoping the older man would comply. No such luck.
He stiffened slightly as arms wound their way around his waist, hands rubbing circles right below his navel. Too high for his liking.
He pulled the heavenly hands off him, relishing in their warmth before turning around meeting the man's seemingly clear chocolaty eyes.
"You're drunk."
Brian stepped up to him biting his lip. Damn, that was sexy. Brian brushed his lips to him and the slightly younger man almost crumbled. Suddenly, said man was falling to the ground, passed out. He grabbed the drunk man and placed him lovingly tucked under the covers, brushing a tender kiss on the man's forehead.
Little did he know, the older man was still awake, relishing in the warmth of the lips on his forehead and fighting a smile.
The weeks stretched into months with almost every day going in the same fashion. Today was different. Today, they had finished recording and mixing, the CD ready for release.
That meant release party.
He was kind of weary, dreading the party actually. The booze, Brian getting drunk beyond repair. Maybe I should too, the man thought, his hand running through his short hair.
So that's how it went. They played a few songs and he drunk himself stupid with Brian. Every moral he had went right out the window.
Maybe that's how they ended up back at his house. Maybe that's how he ended up pushing the older man against the wall. He didn't know. All he knew was he was horny as fuck and didn't give a damn anymore if this was his best friend.
*~~~~*
He listened as the other man groaned and shifted in the bed. He was glad he had stopped it before the drunk man had done anything he'd regret. When If they got together, Brian wanted them to both be sober.
He felt like a creeper, watching the younger man sleep. But, he couldn't tear his eyes away when the man started groaning and shifting uncomfortably. It was impossible not to see the tent the sheets made.
He made his way quickly out the door and decided to walk the few streets home.
*~~~~*
At the bar two nights later, he was stuck once again with a drunk Brian. One of the guys had called him to take Brian home. He was too drunk and they wanted to stayed longer. He was jeopardizing kicking them out.
"Brian," he said sternly, pulling the man's arms off. "Stop." He steps away. Brian once again tried to kiss him. He shied away, pushing Brian to the bed. He resisted.
"God dammit!" The man yelled, turning to face the younger man. "Kiss me," he demanded. The man hesitated. Brian was drunk. Brian had a girlfriend. Brian stepped up to him, planting his lips firmly on the other man's. He gasped and suddenly Brian's tongue was tangling with his own. He pulled back.
"You're stone-ass sober," he glared. Brian looked away sheepishly. "How many times?"
"All but the first," Brian muttered to the ground. "I thought-if you thought I was drunk-" He cut him off.
"I would never take advantage of that, you know that! You know how many times I fought with myself?" The man's chest heaved.
"I'm sorry," Brian looked to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. He suddenly felt very guilty. He pulled Brian's chin up.
"You could've asked," he muttered softly. Brian's face flushed, mortified.
"And if you hadn't liked me?" The younger man shrugged.
"I don't." Brian froze.
"What?" he whispered.
"I don't like you." Brian, completely humiliated, missed the twinkle of laughter in his eyes. "I love you." He kissed the older man deeply. Brian groaned into the kiss.
"What about your girlfriend?" he asked, reluctantly pulling back.
"She's not my girlfriend," Brian muttered quickly and reattached their lips. He would have to ask the older man what he'd meant by that.
"Matt," Brian breathed as the lips traveled down his neck. Matt bit and nipped, leaving little marks. Brian jumped when he hit particularly sensitive area. Matt stopped and sucked hard, leaving a mark for tomorrow. He pulled back, proud of his work.
Brian pulled Matt to him and backed up to the bed. He proceeded to switch places and push Matt onto the bed.
He crawled up the younger man's body, eager to taste those sinful lips again. Matt's big hands gripped Brian's trim hips tightly, possessively. Brian loved that. He liked being dominated.
He attached their lips hungrily and they both moaned at the taste. Matt gripped Brian's hips and pulled him closer so he wasn't sitting on his painful erection. Brian sat straddling the younger man, just relishing in the feel of the body beneath him.
Matt stared at the older man, taking in the look of bliss on his face. If he looked like this now, Matt couldn't imagine when he was buried deep inside. He grunted and pulled him down for another scorching kiss while tugging insistently on his shirt. Brian sat back and slowly pulled his shirt off. Brian looked at him shyly, and damn, that look sent a shudder through him.
He moaned appreciatively, taking in the tanned and toned perfection above him. His eyes turned darker, their color almost indistinguishable. His hands ran over the exposed skin in wonder, loving how the muscles jumped at his touch. Brian threw his head back at the feeling, being very vocal about his feelings. His eyes snapped back to Matt's when the latter's hands rested in the indention of his lower back.
He quickly rid Matt of his shirt, wanting to see the tattoo he'd heard so much about from Val. His finger lightly traced the death bat on Matt's stomach, making the man's skin jump at the ticklish feeling.
Matt flipped them over, wanting to do some teasing of his own. Brian was very vocal. Matt loved every sound that came from his mouth as he placed scattered kisses over Brian's upper-half.
Brian felt as if he would explode if Matt didn't do more soon.
"Matt," he finally gasped out. The singer looked up devilishly. "Yes?" He bit down on a particularly sensitive piece of flesh.
"Oh god! Do something!" Matt smirked. He ran his hands down the lead's sides, making the muscles twitch. His hands danced on the skin just above the pant line as he figured out how to work the belt and button. Brian grabbed his hands. The area was especially sensitive and Matt was the first one to do anything like that.
Matt smiled and leaned down to press light kisses there as he pulled the belt off. Brian growled in annoyance but secretly loved the feeling
Matt popped the button and pulled down the skin tight jeans. He thought of all the times Brian had worn these or similar jeans.
"These don't do you justice," Matt whispered and stared into Brian's eyes as he pulled the pants down. He kissed the guitarist slowly, loving those tasteful lips. He pulled back when his hands scrabbled at bare skin while searching for his boxers. He looked down and gasped.
"I was hopeful," Brian smirked in his ear, biting and licking at the shell of his ear. Matt groaned.
"You were... wearing... nothing all night?" He shuddered as images assaulted his mind.
"Yes," he replied. "Now, you're overdressed." He made quick work of Matt's belt and pants. He slipped his hands inside the boxers rubbing circles with his thumbs over the taunt inner-thigh muscles, careful not to touch the erection standing proudly.
He had Matt's boxers off and his hands around him before Matt could blink. Brian loved the feel of the smooth skin under his fingers; Matt loved the roughness of the calloused fingers running over him.
Brian flipped them over and enveloped Matt in the warm heat of his mouth. Matt looked over at the door as it shut. His eyes screwed up in confusion but that was soon forgotten as Brian deep throated him. His eyes slammed shut.
Brian, not wanting to wait, prepped himself as he sucked Matt off. He pulled away from Matt with a pop when he felt he was ready.
Matt watched as the older man wiped something on the sheets and climbed up his body. He loved Brian's lips swollen and red. He started to object when he saw Brian get ready to ram himself onto Matt's cock.
"Shh," he said, putting his finger to Matt's lip. Matt looked hesitant. As far as he knew, Brian had never done anything like this before nor was he prepared.
"Just stop if it hurts to-" He gasped and arched his back when Brian slammed down onto him. "Much," he gasped. He heard Brian's breath hitch and a small sound escape him. Matt's focus immediately shifted to him even though all he wanted to do was start thrusting wildly upwards.
"Babe?" Matt asked reaching up and cupping Brian's cheek.
Brian looked down into Matt's tender eyes and somewhat relaxed. The look in Matt's eyes was one of adoration, sympathy and love, possibly? He picked himself up and tried again. This time he felt a hint of pleasure through pain.
Matt watched as Brian tried again and again to find the spot, watching him collapse onto him chest when he did. Brian tried to push himself on shaky arms but Matt flipped them over, making sure Brian wasn't hurt in the process. He felt Matt start to pull out.
"No," he said, pushing himself onto his hands and knees. Matt will admit he loved seeing Brian in that submissive position, open and waiting.
"Bri-" Brian cut him off. Brian knew most men found this position degrading but he loved it. He loved Matt towering over him, being at Matt's mercy. He just wanted Matt to go hard and fast, make it hurt in the morning later. He reached around and grabbed Matt's thighs to pull him closer.
Matt hesitantly thrusted in, moving faster and harder when Brian moaned. He leaned down and scattered kisses over the taunt skin and the muscles of the man under him. He felt himself pushed closer to the edge with each of Brian's moans and whimpers. Matt looked down sometime later when he felt Brian shifting and realized Brian's arms were giving out.
Brian groaned when the pressure was released off of his straining muscles. He then realized Matt had looped an arm under him and pulled him up and back to his chest. He whimpered at the deeper penetration. He felt awfully close to the edge, but he never wanted this to end. He wanted Matt to keep panting and whispering dirty words mixed with sweet ones in his ear. But, Matt had other ideas.
He reached down and grabbed Brian's neglected erection and started pumping in time. A few pumps had him spewing into Matt's hand and onto the sheets in front of him.
Matt groaned as he felt Brian go weak in his arms, leaning back against him for support as his walls tightened as he came. The thought alone of Brian coming because of him had him coming deep within Brian. Brian flinched at the unfamiliar feeling but he actually kind of liked it.
Matt's arm slipped from around Brian and Brian collapsed onto the bed. He rolled over as Matt sat back on his haunches, admiring the view of the body he'd just claimed in the most primitive of acts. It made him shiver with delight.
Brian stared up at Matt in a haze, knowing he was baring all for him to feast on but feeling safe for the first time in what seemed like forever. He knew Matt would take care of him. He wouldn't just use him for sex because of his name cause hell, they were in the same band. Matt cared for the person under the media(and somewhat self)proclaimed bad ass exterior.
"I'm getting some water," Matt said softly, causing Brian's eyes to fly open.
"Okay," he croaked and Matt smirked at the hoarse voice.
Matt climbed off the the bed and walked to the kitchen. He quickly filled two glasses and walked back upstairs. Brian quickly gulped down the water and settled in Matt's arms.
A thought dawned on him and returned to face Matt who was staring over his shoulder. He laid his hands on Matt's face to get his attention. He wanted to see the first emotions that flashed through his eyes.
"I love you, too," he stated simply. Shock followed closely by happiness invaded his eyes. But uncertainty quickly replaced the happiness.
"Are-" Brian cut him off, knowing him well enough to know what he was going to say.
"Matt, look at me. I love you. It's not about what we just did. This isn't hormones or afterglow. It's me and I felt this way for awhile," he mumbled the last part so Matt couldn't hear. He looked into Matt's eyes and still saw some uncertainty. He knew he couldn't make that go away just yet but he had all the time in the world, or he hoped, at least.
He leaned up kissed Matt. It stayed slow innocent. He settled back in Matt's arms, hoping some of his speech got through. He felt his eyes shut and he was gone.
Matt sat thinking about Brian's speech. He knew exactly what Matt was thinking and shot it down. But that was only part of it.
What if he wasn't good enough for Brian? Brian's always talking about how he wants a family, the suburban dream and Matt can't give him that.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. A surge of panic went through him. But, he recognized the profile.
"Decent?" the man asked.
"Yeah. What do you want, Vengeance?" Matt asked.
"To say fucking finally. You can be so ignorant sometimes."
"What?" he asked.
"Brian's been on you for a decade, since Johnny joined. Looks like he got his wish." Matt looked down at the perfect face of the man he loved.
"Nah," he muttered, pressing a kiss into the man's soft hair. "I got mine." He let his eyes fall shut as Zacky shut the door behind him and left, completely happy for his friends' love.
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