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Strip Tease	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2099 -:- 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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After The Club had kicked everyone out and closed down Brian cornered him, “I fucking saw that!” he was beaming at him like a proud mother. Zack shook his head, “You don’t have a damn clue of what you saw.” He said playfully. He was honestly feeling very light headed and he knew he had a goofy grin on his face. A more cynical part of his mind told him that Matt’s apparent sobriety was just a trick of the light and he wasn’t going to see him tomorrow. He pushed that voice to the side and finished gathering his things.

“I think I have an excellent idea of what I saw. What’d he say?” Brian was relentless and Zack knew he would tell him but he was going to make him work for that information, “He wanted to know how the fries were.”

Brian smacked his arm, “Bullshit. Tell me.” He huffed. Zack pushed the back door open and said good night to the security before he turned back to Brian, who was practically hopping with anticipation, “It’s not bullshit, he asked me if the fries were any good and I say ‘yes’ then I told him the cheeseburger was good too.”

Brian walked all the way back to the car swearing and threatening to make him walk home.

“If I have to walk then you’ll never know what he said.” Zack said giggling. Brian practically shoved him into the car and jumped in the driver’s seat, “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!” he started the car and while still bouncing in his seat managed to back out of the parking spot and pull out into the street. Zack laughed, “Fine.” He sat carefully for a moment like he was trying to remember what Matt had said but he was really just having too much fun tormenting Brian to end everything without some kind of buildup. “He said he’d like to meet me again tomorrow. So we’re having lunch.” He felt his light headedness reappear and a goofy grin lit his features. Brian squealed like a girl and wiggled in his seat, “C’mon! Give me details! What time? Where? Safety first ya’ know.”

Zack knew he tacked that last part on as an after thought but he humored him, “He’s picking me up at twelve-thirty. But I’m not telling you where.”

Brian gave him a wounded look, “You’re not telling me where? Why not?” he was pouting now and it took all Zack had not to laugh at him, “Because if you know then you’ll tell Emil and Emil will tell Anthony and Anthony will tell Danny and Danny will tell Oscar and then you’ll all show up and ruin my date.”

Brian gave him a look of feigned innocence, “I would never do something like that.” He said gravely and Zack finally laughed, “Bullshit. If you knew where he lived you’d call them all right now and tell them to meet you there.”

“You know where he lives?” he asked excitedly. Zack only smiled at him. Brian pulled into a parking spot in front of their apartment building and as soon as the car was parked Brian was on the phone gossiping with Emil about Zack’s date. Zack shook his head in exasperation and went up ahead of him to unlock the door and claim the shower. He still remembered Pig’s hand squeezing his ass.

Zack woke up five minutes before his alarm and quietly got up. He left it on since Brian had to get up anyway; they both worked late afternoon and all night on Fridays and Saturdays. Zack got into the shower and scrubbed every inch of his skin and washed his hair twice. Once he was out he shaved, twice, and made sure he didn’t have any surprise zits pop up in the night then he brushed his teeth, twice, and gelled his hair so it would stay as a fringe but not get totally in his face. He stepped out of the bathroom with only a pair of boxers on wondering if he should wear khakis or blue jeans. Brian gave him a once over and nodded, “You should just go like that.”

Zack snorted and went to his closet to find jeans and a shirt. He settled on a black t-shirt that hugged his body in all the right places and faded blue jeans. Now his only dilemma was foot apparel, “Brian what do I wear?” he looked at his friend pleadingly and then down at the shoes laid out on the floor; chucks, etnies, regular tennis shoes, dress shoes, and sandals. Brian looked at the shoes and then at him, “Hm…well, where are you going?”

“Shark Bait.” His head snapped up when he realized what Brian had done. Brian was already in the doorway giggling, “Go with the etnies.” And then he ducked around the corner and disappeared. Zack swore and then quickly slipped into his shoes and ran out the door and hoped Matt was someone who liked to arrive early.

Matt pulled up fifteen minutes before their agreed pick up time and Zack jumped in the car. He groaned when he saw Emil’s car piled with people turn onto their street; Matt gave him a confused look, “What’s wrong?”

“I accidentally told Brian where we were going.” He said as he glared at his friend and he ‘nonchalantly’ left the building and slipped into Emil’s car. Matt tilted his head to the side and watched him before looking at Zack again, “I’m still lost. Why didn’t you want to tell him?”

Zack sighed, “Because he is the gossip king and, like I knew he would, he called everyone and now they’re going to follow us around.” He glared at the blue car and to his surprise Matt laughed, “So let ‘em.” Then he pulled out and headed out to Shark Bait Shark Bait was a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant that specialized in all things seafood. On the walls were large fishing nets; pictures of patrons, workers, and managers with their prize catches and various simplistic art involving shells.

They were seated almost immediately in a booth and Zack began to forget about the impending arrival of his nosey friends when they started talking. In the semi darkness of the restaurant and the privacy of the booth Zack’s mind began to run wild with all kinds of dirty thoughts. Most were inspired by Matt’s low, husky voice as he told him about himself with an easy confidence. It wasn’t hard to pay attention to him, but it was hard not to pay too much attention to him. He didn’t want to freak him out.

“Is that them?” Matt interrupted himself as he looked at the door at the group of people that had walked in. Zack thumped his head against the booth and nodded.

“Are they going to bother you that much?” Matt asked lowly. Zack’s mind went wild, but he managed to answer him, “I don’t know what they’re going to do. They might just spy on us or they could be more…annoying…” He really didn’t want them to come over and start up a conversation with Matt. They always ended up asking the same things; how big are you and how good are you. He really did not want that to happen, he liked Matt and he didn’t want Oscar or Emil to run him off. Matt thought for a moment and when the waitress came to take their order he broke his silence, “Can we get our orders to go?”

Zack gave him a bewildered look and the waitress nodded easily and scribbled on her note pad. They placed their order and Zack waited for Matt to explain. He shrugged, “We can go to the beach or something.” The ‘something’ sounded like he had a place in mind and so did Zack. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to fight off the erotic thoughts that filled his mind. “Or ‘something’?” he said giving Matt a crooked smile that said he knew where Matt wanted to go and he was more than willing to follow.

“Or something.” He agreed with his own smile.

He was never going forget the look on Brian’s face when he walked out with Matt with their sack lunch the absolute shock was priceless. He knew he’d get hell from all of them later that night but it was well worth it. The scurried out to Matt’s car laughing and went over to his place to eat their lunch.

Zack’s thoughts behaved themselves while they ate but now as they cleaned up their dishes the urge so strip down and have Matt fuck him were almost unbearable. He watched him hungrily as he walked over to the sink; his jeans hugged his butt and thighs in a way that should have been illegal. He licked his suddenly dry lips and tried to control the tightening of his groin.

His last boyfriend hadn’t been sexually abusive, just physically. Zack had gotten the idea from the few times they had sex that he actually didn’t like sex at all. Counting back in his head he realized he hadn’t had sex in well over four months. His groin tightened more with the thought; the imaginings of Matt moaning his name while he thrust into him took on a new dimension. He swallowed and put his dishes in the dishwasher. He stood up trying to make his mind behave and found himself face to face with Matt. He had a cup in his hand that he slowly set on the counter behind Zack. Zack didn’t move his mind was no longer his but lust’s. All he could see were Matt’s hazel eyes boring into his, his warm breath on his lips and the awareness of how close Matt’s chest and groin were to his body.

Matt’s leg brushed his and then his other did the same lightly his hips pressed against his, Zack leaned forward putting more pressure on their hips and Matt’s eyes darkened a shade. His breathing hitched and he pressed back, Zack felt him tilt his head up to reach Matt’s lips and Matt lowered his head but they didn’t break eye contact.
Zack’s phone went off and they both jumped. Cursing whoever it was that called him a thousand horrible deaths he flipped the annoying thing opened and realized it was his alarm; he had to go home and get his stuff so he could get to work on time.

“Fuck.” He muttered. The word made his loins stir but he ignored it and looked at Matt who was putting the cup in the dishwasher, “I have to go home. I need to grab my stuff for work.” He said quietly. Matt turned around and leaned against the counter and Zack thought of just calling in and telling Rob, the owner, that he was sick. He tore his eyes away from Matt’s body and forced himself to look at the white tile under his feet.

“What time do you get off?”

Zack was certain there was a sexual overtone to that innocent question but he strived to ignore it, “Four a.m.”

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” he asked, his eyes were still a shade darker than they had been and Zack knew his were too, “Yeah, same schedule. The Club’s not open on Sundays though.”
Matt nodded but looked away before he spoke again, “I’m sorry Zack. I don’t usually try to jump people on the first date.”

“Neither do I.” he said quietly. Matt looked up and gave him a small smile that Zack returned. He shook himself and grabbed his keys, “I guess we better get you home.” He murmured; Zack swallowed compulsively when he heard the low voice and followed him out to the car.

The car ride was mostly quiet, each lost in their own thoughts, so when Matt stopped the car Zack was surprised to see they were in front of his apartment building. He put his hand on the handle but paused before he pulled it, “Will…can we…I’d like to see you again.” He stuttered. He slapped himself mentally and told himself to get it together. Matt gave him a warm smile, “I’d like to see you again too.” He murmured. Zack took a deep breath and laughed quietly, “Do you wanna wait a day so we can, uh, settle down?” he looked down to hide his embarrassment. Matt gave his own husky laugh and Zack was certain he was going to lock the doors and pounce on him right then and there, “I think that’s a great idea.” He said. Zack turned to look at him as most of his embarrassment dissipated, if Matt was as horny as he was then he knew what indecent thoughts were running through his mind, “Is a kiss good-bye out of the question?” he asked only half joking. Matt gave him a wolfish smile, “Only if you don’t want to be late.”

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