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Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts	By : KioraDragon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Something.... wasn't right. Brian groaned as his body awoke, an unsettling feeling telling him that he needed to be up. Rolling on to his back, he blinked his eyes open tiredly. Yawning, Brian stretched in an effort to wake up further, his limbs posing awkwardly but making sure to keep away from where Zacky would be.

Brian turned to look at the four year old; his face instantly scrunching up in concern when he didn't see the mop of dark brown hair lying on the pillow.

"Zack?" Brian pulled back the covers to see if he had curled up under them, but all that was revealed was the cool under sheet. He quickly glanced around his room, looking for a sign of the four year old and trying not to worry. Usually if Zacky woke up before him, the boy would find a way to entertain him self, while also waking up the guitarist. Several times Brian had woken up to Zack sitting on his back or belly, and the boy would be making Syn 'dance' on either the guitarist's chest or shoulders. He had also been rudely awoken when Zacky, getting impatient for the lead to wake up, would whack Brian on the head with the teddy bear.

Deciding he'd better go looking for the four year old so that Zacky wouldn't get in to too much mischief by himself, Brian shoved his covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, he winced at the feel of his pajama pants catching on his legs. Glaring down at the pants he grumbled and shook each leg so that the pants would straighten. He really could not wait until he could once again sleep nude.

Just like every morning; Brian had todescend the stairs, so that he didn't trip in his sleepy state. About half way down, his nose caught his attention. He could smell brewed coffee. Cautiously, Brianinto the kitchen; not at all prepared for the sight that greeted him.

"Zack?"asked again for the second time inminutes.

Zack turned his head to look at the older man; Syn was sitting in his lap held there loosely by a tattooed arm. The younger man's left hand was wrapped around aof coffee sitting on the table. His jadelooked Brian overhis pierced lips pulled into a smile. "Hey."

Maybe this was still a dream? Brian blinked several times and resisted the urge to pinch himself. Maybe he was seeing things... like he was hallucinating: because honestly, Brian could not believe that Zacky was big again, let alone sitting at his kitchen table wearing a pair of jeans and a wife beater. Brian just stood there, staring at his friend.

"Can we have grilled cheese for breakfast?" Zacky asked. It was then that reality crashed into Brian and he truly knew he was standing there in his kitchen, watching 26 year old Zack drink coffee and hold onto his teddy bear.

The lead guitarist breathed out a laugh, "You really are addicted." He smiled so wide at Zack that his face felt like it might split clean in half. He watched Zacky stand, leaving Syn onchair. A half second was all that he could wait before he was moving toward the other man, and that little bit just about killed him. He wrapped his arms tightly around the rhythm and pulled the other man closer.

Zack held the lead tightly to him, not wanting any space to separate them from each other. He buried his face in the older mans neck and closed his eyes. They stood like that for just about ever; holding each other and listening to the other's breathing. Feeling each other's hearts beating and just knowing that the other was there. Neither of them wanted to let the other slip out of their grasp again.

Zack pulled away first, his arms sliding up from the other guitarist's shoulders so he could cup Brian's face. He looked in to the taller man's brown eyes and smiled. They looked like a ton of honey had been mixed with a few cups of chocolate, and then random swirls of caramel were added. "I loved you twenty two years ago. I love you now. I will always love you."

Amazingly, Brian managed not to choke on the gasp that worked its way out. He didn't get any sort of chance to respond after that; seeing as Zacky's lips were pressed firmly against his own. It was not long after the initial brush of Zacky's lips on his own, that Brian got with the program and responded. His arms tightened around Zacky's waist as he shut his eyes and allowed himself to feel.

Their kiss intensifying as a fierce need made itself known to the both them, becoming more frantic and heated. Zack walked Brian backward until the older man was pressed against the counter.

Brian really could not help the mewls and whines that came from him as Zacky's snake bites pressed and slid against his lips. His hands roamed along the younger guitarist's back; clutching at the thin material of the wife beater. He pulled Zacky closer and stroked his fingers and palm up and down the other's broad back.

Zacky's hand's were equally in motion; fisting in the lead's hair, cupping his neck and face, and gripping at the taller man's shoulders.

It was Brian who pulled away the second time. His breathing was rapid as he stared at Zack's face for a few seconds. The younger man was panting, lips red and swollen, and cheeks flushed. He looked into Zacky's eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. One hand came up to cup the rhythms face. He watched as Zack nuzzled into his hand and brought one of his own up to keep it there.

"Oh Zack..." he breathed, raw emotion filling his voice.

Zack looked up at Brian curiously and tightened his hold on the lead's hand; not wanting him to let go or pull away. He ran his tongue nervously along the backs of his teeth. "Bri?"

"I am so sorry Zack," Brian swallowed." I was such a coward. I was so afraid of losing you when you woke up... I didn't ...." He did not know what else to say. Opening and closing his mouth didn't yield any substantial help. "I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Light dawns on marble hill, Zacky finally understood what the lead was trying to say. He let out a small sigh. "You shit." Zacky half grinned. "I should deck you." He licked his lips and turned his grin into a sad smile. "I wasn't sure what to think." The rhythm moved his free hand up to rest on top of Brian's forearm. He pushed it up and let it smooth back down the tattooed length of the lead's left arm.

"I woke up naked... without you there. No note or any kind of acknowledgment; no hint that it even happened. Just a soar ass, a bruised ego, and..." Zack paused. He had to blink several times to get rid of the burning sting of tears; he had to swallow a few times as well to clear the lump in his throat. Taking a breath he looked up into Brian's eyes and felt the pain of that morning hit him all over again. "A broken heart."

The words were spoken so softly Brian almost didn't hear them. The lead guitarist clenched his jaw against the intense pain in his chest. He pulled the shorted man to him, holding onto Zack like the rhythm was his last link to life; and maybe he was.

They stood like that for quite a while; Brian leaning against the counter, Zack wrapped up in the leads arms with his head buried in the other's neck. Brian pressed a kiss into Zacky's hair; his arms loosened their tight grip and were now resting around the other man's waist. Zack was pressing kisses of his own into the taller man's neck and shoulder.

A rumbling erupting from between them interrupted their moment of contentment. Zack pulled away and winced. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and looked sheepishly up at Brian. "Can we still have Grilled Cheese?" He asked hopefully.

"Yes Addict." Brian smiled and rolled his eyes. He ruffled the rhythms hair and moved to the refrigerator.
It did not take long to make a few sandwiches. Zacky standing beside Brian and watching the older man wield a spatula as they cooked.

The rhythm licked his lips childishly and was all but bouncing in his seat when the other guitarist set a plate down in front of him. Zack blinked down at his Grilled Cheese, looked up at Brian and pouted.

"What?" Brian asked.

The younger man whined "My grilled cheese... You didn't cut it...."

Brian looked down at the rhythm and raised a brow in disbelief. "Zackary Baker, you have hands, you can cut it yourself. You aren't four anymore."

Zacky wrinkled his nose "Damn." He snapped his fingers in disappointment. "But it tastes better when you cut it." He smiled sweetly up at the taller man before returning his attention to the sandwich, and frowning.

Brian laughed and shook his head. He set his own plate down opposite Zack and watched as the younger man poked at the sandwich. The rhythm was looking at the bread and cheese as though it personally had done him a grave injustice.

"And I suppose you know this for a fact?"

Zacky snapped his head in the leads direction. He pursed his lips to one side, closed his eyes and nodded his head. "Yep," He said, after a second and then stared up at Brian.

The older man laughed a breath out through his nose and snagged a knife out of the drawer. He cut Zacky's grilled cheese in half and then diagonally.

Grinning, Zacky picked up one of the wedges. "Thank you," He said and started to munch on his grilled cheese.
Brian cut his own the same way as the rhythms before tossing the knife into the sink and sitting down to eat. The lead stared at the younger man for a bit as they had lunch for breakfast.

"What?" Zack bit the inside of his lip and self consciously looked himself over.

"Nothing," Brian shook his head. "I was just wondering why..." He gestured at the younger man's body.

"Why I was four?" Zack finished for him.

Brian nodded and took another bite.

Zack shrugged and looked down at his plate; this was really not something he wanted to discuss. "It really hurt, when I woke up and didn't see you. And then you avoided me for a while after. Even when we were together, it was like we were on opposite sides of the universe." Zack bit at and twisted the left ring in his lip.
"We were ok after a while. I tried to bring it up once or twice but... it was almost like you had forgotten it happened.”
Brian wanted to beat the shit out of himself just then. If it was any other person Brian would have put them into the I.C.U.

"I did..." he admitted softly. "But I never want to forget it again."

Zack snapped his eyes up to Brian and watched the older man.

"I will spend forever making it up to you." Brian could not have spoken the words with any more sincerity then what they already held.

Zack smiled softly at him and stretched out his right hand across the table. "I know," he said and laced his fingers with Brian's left hand.

Brian smiled at the younger man and tightened his fingers around the rhythms. They finished their sandwiches with their hands held over the table. Neither really said anything, not verbally anyway. Zack would rub his thumb over the lead's knuckles; Brian would tighten his fingers and run his thumb over the rhythm's palm.

Brian stood and collected the dishes, frying pan, and spatula; he set them all in the sink and turned on the hot water knob. "So you never answered my question." Brian looked over at the shorter man for a brief moment, then turned his eyes back to the sponge he was pouring liquid soap on. Zacky sighed and stood, he went over Brian and wrapped his arms around he leads waist from behind and rested his cheek on the others shoulder.

"Remember the night just before I woke up as a little kid. We were sitting on the couch drinking and I said that most little kids don't know the pain of heart break?"

Brian nodded and moved on from cleaning the second plate to soaping up the spatula.

"Well, I fell asleep that night wishing that I was little again; so that the pain in my chest would go away." Zacky's voice was soft and low. He placed a kiss just below the lead's shoulder blades.

"Did it work?" Brian was not sure he really wanted to know the answer. What if it was-

"No." Brian closed his eyes tightly and sucked his lips into his mouth and then bit down lightly. He had caused both the four year old and the twenty six year old Zack pain.

"But I felt really happy when you held me, my heart didn't hurt any more when you would touch me, play with me... Sing to me..." Zacky said while he moved his hands up and down Brian's stomach. The taller man felt comfort in the soothing touch and suddenly understood exactly what the rhythm was talking about.

"Bri?" Zack whispered as he pressed more light kisses into the leads back and shoulders.

"Yeah?" Brian replied as he started to rinse the pan.

"Sing me my song?"

Brian smiled. "Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost, it's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over."

Roughly half way through the song Brian finished washing and drying everything. He turned in Zacky's arms and wrapped his own around the rhythm; the plates and pan could wait to be put away.

Zacky laid his head on the lead's chest and smiled at the vibration in Brian's chest while the other man sang.

"You aren't asleep on me are you?" Brian asked, chuckling softly as he angled his head back and to the side.

"No." Zack tilted his head upward so he could see the lead and keep his head on Brian's chest.

Brian grinned at the other guitarist and ruffled the younger man's hair. He breathed a laugh out through his nose as Zacky wrinkled his own and brought a hand up to fix the damage.

The lead smiled widely when Zack scowled at him then pressed his lips to the rhythm's for a quick kiss.

Zacky whined when the taller of them pulled away. He straightened his posture and moved so that his lips were once again pressed to Brian's.

After a few seconds of innocent kissing, Brian slid his tongue out and along the rhythm's lower lip; form one piercing to the other. He pushed his tongue forward as the younger man opened up for him. Teasingly, he flicked his tongue over Zacky's, trying to coax it's playmate into joining the fun.

Zack smiled against the leads mouth and pushed back. In a matter of seconds their kisses had gone from innocent and sweet, to playful and fun, to steamy and sexy. Zack moaned as Brian reversed their positions, his hands carding and fisting in the older guitarists hair. He let out a half strangled gasp when Brian’s hands slipped in under his wife beater.

Brian pulled away from the other guitarist’s mouth and proceeded to attack his neck. Zack inhaled a gasp and tilted his head backward; giving Brian more room to play. Brian grinned as he nipped and sucked on Zacky's exposed skin. Zacky growled out a moan and ran his fingers straight down from the lead’s shoulders to the waist band on the other’s pants.

Brian hissed as he felt the burning sting of Zacky’s fingernails digging and sliding down the skin of his back. He pulled away from the shorter guitarists’ neck and kissed up the jaw line to Zack’s lips before completely pulling away. Panting he looked up through his dark lashes at the rhythm.

Zacky looked absolutely smug with himself. Up until Brian bent down slightly and picked him up bridal style. The rhythm guitarist let out a squeal worthy of his four year old self at the random change in his position.

“Brian! Put me down!” he cried; while wrapping his arms around the lead’s neck and shoulders.

Brian snickered at Zacky’s not entirely manly scream and carried him up the stairs.

“Brian…” Zacky protested one last time before he realized he was gently being set down on the older man’s bed.

Brian pressed his lips to Zacky’s as he took his arms out from under the younger man’s shoulders and knees.

Zacky hummed into the Brian’s mouth and once again tangled his fingers into the lead’s hair. He moaned and grinned when the other guitarists hand’s trailed down his sides and hips.

Brian smiled against Zacky’s mouth and moved his hands so that his fingers could undo the button and zipper on the rhythm's pants. He watched as the younger man licked his bottom lip as he pulled away; taking the younger guitarists jeans with him.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Brian smirked at the sight of Zacky’s tented boxers. He ran his hands up the shorter man’s legs to the hem of the shorts.

“That might be because I am.” Zack grinned and bit at one of his lip rings when the lead’s finger tips traced the skin of his thigh just under the cuff of his shorts. “Doesn’t exactly look like torture for you either.” He said coyly and then lightly ran his hands down Brian’s bare chest and stomach, loving the shivers and goose bumps that were left in his wake.

Brian’s entire body shivered and jerked at the soft touch, he mewled and grabbed at Zacky’s arms. He leaned down and placed nipping kisses up Zacky’s neck to the younger man’s ear. “Its not,” he whispered and then licked around the shell of the other guitarist’s ear; delighted when Zacky shivered beneath him. He sucked and tongued the others ear lobe, playing with the gauge and breathing against the soft skin just behind it. The lead pulled away and pressed his lips to the pulse point on Zack’s neck.

Zacky’s body jerked almost violently when Brian bit his neck. “Bri…” he half cried half gasped. His arms wrapped tightly around the older guitarist’s shoulders.

Grinning evilly, Brian stored that little tid-bit of information away for later use. He slid his hands up Zacky’s warm thighs and under the material of the shorter man’s plaid boxers.

Zack sighed softly as he looked right into Brian’s eyes; and for that moment he could not breathe. It was almost as if his brain forgot he needed oxygen, like his body had forgotten how to pull air in to its lungs.

The realization that Brian, the man he loved; was in love with him too; it threatened to overwhelm him. Zack pulled in a sudden and deep breath almost choking on it as he did; the feeling vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He ran his hands up and down Brian’s chest as the other guitarist raked his fingers over Zack’s thighs.

Zacky pouted and flashed sad green eyes up at the older man when his hands came into contact with the fabric of the lead’s pants.

Half of Brian’s mouth pulled up into a grin as he rolled his eyes; twenty two years older and his rhythm could still pull the look off flawlessly. He untied the drawstring and pushed the pajamas down a few inches below his hips and they fell, with the help of gravity, to the floor.

Zacky sat up and continued to pout. He eyed the purple boxer-briefs his lead was wearing and then looked up at Brian.

“I hope the wounded puppy look is over the fact that I’m wearing briefs and not over what’s in them.” Brian teased, although there was a hint of actual fear in his mind. He knew that he was well endowed, but not as well as Matt.

Zack smiled impishly, “Oh it’s definitely over the shorts.” He let his fingers trace down the center of Brian’s chest. When he got to the elastic, Zacky curled the tips under the waistband. He pulled the material away from his lead’s body and peeked inside.

“Yeah these things are really horrible…” Zacky looked up at Brian and licked his lips. “You’ll just have to get rid of them.” Zack honestly tried to sound as if it were bad news; but failed miserably in the end when he could not help the grin tugging at his lips.

Brian tried his best to play along as well, but could not hide the mirth in his words. “I guess I should take them off now, seeing as they are really horrible and all.”

Zacky nodded enthusiastically.

“Well I think yours are every bit as terrible as mine. Therefore, they must come off as well.” Brian smirked at his rhythm and stepped out of his briefs and toed them aside. He sat on the bed and moved between Zacky’s legs. Brian grabbed the waist band of the younger man’s boxers and lifted up and then down and off. He tossed the shorts somewhere over his shoulder and crawled up over the other guitarist.

Brian looked into his rhythm’s eyes and could not seem to catch his breath. The jade green of Zacky’s eyes was amazing up close. There was a dark emerald ring surrounding both iris and pupil. The background color was the jade green that everyone could see, but close up; Zacky’s eye’s looked like green ocean, complete with waves. Brian felt like he had been sucker punched in the gut, Zack; the man he had left alone in a hotel bed; was once again with him. His rhythm smiled up at him and cupped a hand around the side of his neck.

Brian sucked air sharply into his lungs. His own hand did the same to Zacky’s cheek. He smiled when Zack leaned into his touch.

Zacky turned his head and kissed the inside of Brian’s palm. “Don’t.” He whispered as he shifted his eyes to look up at the older guitarist.

Brian drew his brows down in confusion. He blinked; did Zack not want this anymore? Brian watched the younger man for a few seconds. The rhythm didn’t look like he wanted it to stop.

“Don’t think about last time. I know you were,” Zack said softly and pressed his lips to his lead’s wrist.

Brian took a deep breath and looked away from Zacky’s eyes. The younger man had been right, he was thinking about the first time they had had sex. It one could even call what they did that night as sex. Brian thought it was more along the lines of drunk fucking; and the lead wanted to kick his own ass all over again.

They had been so plastered; they had no clue what the hell they were doing until they wound up naked on Zack’s bed. He had barely prepped the younger man and the only lube was spit.

“Stop it!” Zack commanded, annoyed that his lead was not listening to him. He pulled Brian down and shifted slightly so he could kiss the older man. He could feel the tension in his lead’s muscles and was determined to end Brian’s guilt trip.

Slowly as their kiss continued and intensified, Zack could feel Brian relax. He mentally let out a relieved sigh as angst Brian was replaced with his Brian.

Zack whined in disappointment when his lead started to crawl backward. It was quickly replaced with a surprised moan when Brian licked, then bit, the skin right above his hip bone.

The younger guitarist had just enough time to register the bite, before Brian quickly moved from Zacky’s hips to his erection. He cried out loudly as Brian took him into his mouth. His back arched almost instantly of its own accord. His fingers scrambled for purchase in the covers as he felt his lead’s tongue tease him.

Brian smiled mentally; he wanted to give his rhythm so much attention and pleasure, that there would never be any doubt about how he felt. He tried to keep his eyes on Zacky’s face as much as he could; trying different things to see what got the best reaction.

Zack did his best to keep his eyes open and focused on the other guitarist, but every time he would open them and get them uncrossed; Brian would do something else that would have him staring at the inside of his skull.

It wasn’t long after Brian had started that he had Zack whimpering and tugging on his hair; trying to tell the older man he was about to come.

Brian ignored the warning and kept his focus on his rhythm. He looked up and met Zacky’s eyes. The other guitarist had his craned forward, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on his lead.

Zacky came with a choked mewl, his eyes barely open. His entire body tensed and froze for what seemed like ever. Brian swallowed everything his rhythm gave, not wanting to miss a single bit despite the taste. It was part of his Zacky and he wanted it.

Brian did not stop until Zacky started to whine. The younger man was over sensitive and the attention was just too much. The taller of them sat back on his heels between his rhythm’s leg; watching Zack’s chest rise and fall with each breath. He placed his hand over the other guitarist’s heart, his fingers tracing the tattooed wing of the death bat that his rhythm had there.

Brian smiled softly down at Zack as the younger man’s eyes blinked open. His hand smoothed up over his rhythm’s shoulder and neck to cup the back of his head. Zack mirrored him and they pulled each other into a kiss.

Brian used his free hand to steady himself and let Zacky pull him down. Their lips met slowly, almost hesitantly; as if they were both waiting for the other to call it all off. They kept eye contact for a few seconds, and then pulled away.

Zack searched Brian’s eyes and face for an answer he already knew he would find. Their lips touched again briefly and then Brian pulled back, he looked straight into Zacky’s eyes opening him self up. Leaving him self vulnerable to anything and everything.

Zack’s lips curved ever so slightly and he ran his free hand from the shoulder of the arm Brian had supporting himself to the older guitarist’s wrist. He tugged on it slightly and wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist.

The older man relented and let his body cover the smaller man beneath him. He rested his cheek on Zacky’s shoulder and presses light kisses against the other’s smooth skin.

Zack soaked up the attention. The slight smile on his lips grew a bit when Brian kissed the Angels tattoo behind his ear; the one that Brian was supposed to have gotten. Zack moved his right hand so that his fingers were laced with Brian’s left.

“Bri,” Zacky whispered as he turned his nose into the older man’s hair.He closed his eyes and breathed in. He loved the smell of his lead; the cologne mixed with Brian’s own scent. On stage and after a few songs, Zack would swear he could always smell Brian; even if they were on separate sides. There were several times during show that anyone could see when they were back to back; at one point or another Zacky would lean his head back to rest on the leads shoulder.

Brian turned to look at the smaller man and was instantly met with soft lips and hard metal. Strong legs wrapped around his waist as he shifted up. He moaned into the kiss as his erection rubbed and moved against Zacky’s pale skin.

“Can I?” He asked as he shifted his hips and his shaft slipped down and the tip nudged at his rhythms entrance.

Zack’s voice was just above a whisper. “You never had to ask.”

Brian swallowed at the answer he got. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the words while looking right into his rhythm’s eyes. He stared at the younger man; then pressed their lips together again; unable to stand the felling welling up in him. It was like this was the only way he could find of expressing himself. Almost like he could spend the rest of his life searching; he would never be able to tell Zacky with anything less than a kiss.

“Z, I need…” Brain started but was cut off when the other guitarist shifted to reach into the nightstand. He grinned at Zacky’s smug face as the younger man held up a bottle. He took the bottle and shook it so it resembled a pendulum. “Exactly how new is this?”

Zack bit at a lip ring and looked thoughtfully at the more than half empty bottle. “Ummm, I got it like a few weeks before the tour started and left it here.”He nodded and grinned back at Brian.

Brian shook his head and kissed the younger man.

Zacky grimaced at the feel of Brian’s wet finger pushing into him. It wasn’t painful, but in the same token it wasn’t exactly the best feeling in the world.He squirmed around a bit, not used to the feeling of something going in.

Brian bit the inside of his lip. He felt guilty about the slightly painful look on his rhythm’s face, and felt even worse when he heard the small whines the smaller man was making. Brian did not want to cause Zacky any more pain than he already had; but he told himself that it would hurt his rhythm more if he did not do this.

Zack inhaled a sharp gasp and closed his eyes as he felt Brian pushing into him. He held his breath as his arms, hands and fingers tightened slowly around his lead’s shoulders.

Brian kissed any bit of skin he could reach on Zacky, his way of apologizing for the pain. “You ok?” He asked softly when he was all the way inside the other man.

Zack opened his eyes and looked right into Brian’s own and nodded. “Yeah, it’s just… I haven’t… not since you.”

Brian nodded in understanding.He raised a hand and gently stroked Zacky’s cheek. He slowly started to rock his hips when his rhythm began to shift beneath him. He continued with his slow and gentle pace until he felt Zacky hold his face between his hands.

“I appreciate the gesture… But I am not porcelain. Move.”

When Brian nodded slightly, Zacky released his hold on the older man’s head and wound up gripping Brian’s shoulders.

He gasped out a breath when Brian angled his thrust differently and hit something inside him.

Brian smiled at the gasp that came from his rhythm. Apparently listening to Jimmy had its benefits. He angled his hips the way he had before and thrust just a bit harder into Zack. He was rewarded with a loud moan and a few new scratch marks down his back. He watched as Zacky’s face screwed up in pleasure after the next few thrusts.

“Bri…” Zacky whimpered and bit at the inside of his lower lip. Brian’s thrusts kept hitting exactly right inside him and sending shock waves of pleasure through his entire being. His arms moved rapidly over the covers and sheets trying to find something tangible to hold on to. His muscles were wound so tight that his body resembled that of a bow.

It was almost like everything was too much, every sensation, touch, and thought. It was like he was a guitar and Brian was tightening his strings to the point where they were screaming and about to snap.

And then he did. Zack’s body convulsed and curled upward around his lead. He let out a strangled moan and dug his fingers into Brian’s back; trying to keep himself from falling apart.

Brian wrapped his arms around his rhythms’ back as he came seconds after Zack. He held his lover tightly through their release.

It took them both a while to calm down. They were laying tangled up in each other and kissing softly and smoothing hands over the other’s skin.

“I love you,” Brian whispered between kisses.

“Love you too,” Zacky replied, “Brian…” he angled his head slightly backward and looked into his lover’s eyes.

Brian smiled and kissed Zack on the tip of his nose. “Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost…”

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