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Book of Songs	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know the A7X guys, I didn't write any of the songs either, they belong to their own artists respectfully. I'm not making any money. This never happened and it never will it's all FICTION!

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1, 2, 3,
Not only you and me.
Got one-eighty degrees
And I'm caught in between.
Countin.'
1, 2, 3,
Peter, Paul, and Mary
Gettin' down with three P
Everybody loves, Oh!
Countin'

He found the note in his dinner, scribbled on a napkin, and a smile plastered itself on his face. He finished what he was working on and quickly said his goodbyes to the studio staff and headed out to his car. He debated stopping by his house or just going over, his more devilish side won and he headed for home. They could wait a few more minutes while he showered.

Babe, pick a night,
To come out and play.
If it's all right,
What do you say?

He didn’t bother knocking, they were probably ready for him in the living room. He had decided, since he was going to be late, that a zip hoody and pajama pants would be enough. As soon as the door was closed his clothes were discarded carelessly. Already half-hard he began prowling around the house looking for the others.

Merrier the more.
Triple fun that way.
Twister on the floor.
What do you say?

The soft squeak of a floorboard alerts him too late to his stalker, before he can turn two strong arms lock him in place, a hot erection presses teasingly against his ass. He moans a little louder than he needs to but the man behind him doesn’t try to stop him. Calloused hands turn and push him against the wall and then rub his ass appreciatively. He presses harder against the wall panting.

Are you in?
Livin' in sin is the new thing.
Yeah
Are you in?
I. Am. Counting.

Warm breath fans over his neck and a finger pushes into him. This time the loud moan is entirely appropriate. He pushes back on the finger and presses his erection against the unyielding wall when a second is added. A hand holds his hips still while the fingers slowly fuck him. He cries out trying to find something on the wall to hold onto.

1, 2, 3,
Not only you and me.
Got one-eighty degrees
And I'm caught in between.

The fingers pull out just as he thinks he’s going to lose his mind and he’s dragged away from the wall and pushed to his hands and knees. He screams half in pain and half in pleasure as a thick cock is thrust into him. The pace is rough and fast, just the way he likes it. He desperately wants to jack himself off, but with the hard thrusts he’s going to need both arms to keep himself up. Strong fingers pull his chin up and the blunt head of another cock presses against his lips. He opens and lets him fuck his mouth.

Countin'
1, 2, 3,
Peter Paul and Mary.
Gettin' down with three P
Everybody loves, Oh!
Countin'.

They call him every name in the book and he loves it. Their hoarse cries of guiltless pleasure while they take him have him moaning and screaming with them around the thick shaft in his mouth. They both push deeper and he tries to take the cock in his mouth all the way down making him cry out again and then he’s swallowing as fast as he can while he empties himself. He sinks to his knees in front of him while his other lover growls and thrusts harder, more desperately. His moans can be heard again and they both whisper and scream for him to take it, to come. With a final hard thrust they both come convulsively.

Three is a charm,
Two is not the same.
I don't see the harm.
So are you game?

All three slump to the floor breathing heavily, but he’s not done yet, not even close. Someone rolls him onto his back and a smaller body settles on his hips and like magic he’s hard and ready for more. He grabs the small man’s arms and wraps them around his neck and rolls over. His legs fall open when he nudges his hot entrance with his leaking head. Someone is leaning over his back again telling him to take him and with a quick snap of his hips he’s buried in delicious heat. His own body is filled with a cry of pleasure from the man behind him.

Let's make a team.
Make 'em say my name.
Lovin' the extreme.
Now are you game?

He thrusts hard, savoring the tightness and heat around his cock. The man under him is screaming his name, pleading for more and blunt nails are scrabbling on his back searching for purchase. The man behind him isn’t even making sense anymore, his voice is up an octave and the only distinguishable word he’s screaming is his name. Both are smaller than him but they’re strong and rough, hips knocking hard enough to bruise.

A-a-a-re you in?
Livin' in sin is the new thing.
Yeah.
A-a-a-re you in?
I am countin'!

He knows he’s close, he thrusts again and again begging him to come. The man under him claws harder at his back while he slams into him. If he hadn’t been holding his hips so tight he probably would have shoved him down the hall. The man behind him has lost all speech ability and suddenly his small body snaps forward and his seed fills him and drips down his thighs. He groans and abandons all rhythm and fucks the man under him with everything he has.

1, 2, 3,
Not only you and me.
Got one-eighty degrees
And I'm caught in between
Countin'.
1, 2, 3,
Peter Paul and Mary.
Gettin' down with 3P.
Everybody loves, Oh!
Countin'.

He’s exhausted, they won’t care though, they’ll fuck him if he’s asleep. Light fingers trace up his limp dick as slowly it burgeons and stands stiffly again. He groans and hopes they’ll just ride him to give his arms a break. They don’t. Instead they drag him to his feet and he follows them on jelly legs to the living room. He’s on his hands and knees again before he knows it. Someone whispering filthy things in his ear, his groin tightens and he knows they’re almost done too. Calloused hands run over his ass and across the taunt muscles of his abs before a cock is thrust into him again. He groans, he has no voice left for screaming.

What we do is innocent.
Just for fun and nothin' meant.
If you don't like the company,
Let's just do it you and me.
You and me...
Or three...
Or four...
On the floor!

He’s pulled back to his knees sinking the cock deeper and he moans helplessly and then long legs rub against his sides and he’s dropped to his hands again and his cock is guided into heat and tightness. The man behind him is tired of waiting and starts moving quickly. All three groan and he picks up the rhythm snapping his hips forward making the tall man scream hoarsely. His head is pulled up again and he opens his mouth before the cock can touch his lips. He groans around the slender length and sucks hard. He feels more weight added to his thrusts and knows from the high scream behind him they’re all getting off on him.

1, 2, 3,
Not only you and me.
Got one-eighty degrees
And I'm caught in between
Countin'.
1, 2, 3,
Peter Paul and Mary.
Gettin' down with 3P.
Everybody loves, Oh!
Countin'.

So close, he’s so close. The cock in his mouth is hard and pulsing with blood, dripping precum on his tongue. The man it belongs to has his head in a death grip while he fucks him. His slurred words would make a sailor blush. He loves it when they call him their whore and they fuck him like one too. The man under him makes a final keening cry and then his walls tighten and his come spurts up onto his stomach and chest. He groans around the cock and with a final cry it’s pulled from his mouth and both he and the man under him are hit with thick ropes of come. He’s still buried balls deep in the taller man and fucking him harder than ever. He’s shuddering and pleading for them all to come, the pleasure is overwhelming. Someone is begging God for release then he feels it, that final thrust hits his prostate dead on and he’s filling his tall lover with everything he has. Hot come fills him again and slides down his ass as two screams fill the house. They thrust a few more times and then drunkenly pull out and fall to the floor breathing heavily. “Fuck Matty.” Someone whispers dazedly trailing their fingers through his short hair and he laughs breathlessly.

~Britney Spears 3

A/N: I’m terrible aren’t I? ^_^

Matt: What, that’s bullshit! I’m a top!

Zack: Ha! Welcome to the bitch club.

Johnny: Seriously, once you’re the bitch you never get top again.
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