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Such Synful Thoughts	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke himself up sometime later when his arm started to fall asleep. He grumbled something and then sat up, apparently Johnny and Jimmy had managed to get into their bunks; he and Zack were covered with a blanket. Matt was out cold and Zack was totally relaxed against him. He carefully stretched his arm and silently swore at it when it began to sting as the blood started pumping through it again. He pulled out his phone to check the time; it was only one-thirty. He’d only been asleep for an hour at most. He yawned and debated on just changing positions and going back to sleep on Matt.

Reality: Uh. No.
Denial: Ugh, the bunk’s to far, just go back to sleep.
Reality: No way, sleeping on the floor kills our back and we have another show tomorrow.
Denial: We’ll be fine.
Reality: Uh-huh, famous last words. Get your butt in the bunk mister.

Carefully he uncovered himself and stood, he fought back a groan as his back stretched and popped. He covered Matt with the part of the blanket he had been using and then trudged off to his bunk.

He was in a room, not one he knew, the walls were painted burgundy and the only lights in the room were from hundreds of candles that filled almost every available space. He had no idea what was going on or why he was naked, he noted looking down, or where he was; the flickering candles cast teasing shadows on the wall and almost made the room too warm.

He looked around, there wasn’t a desk or any windows or a table but there was a bed. It was sitting on a dais that had three gracefully swooping steps, like ripples in a pond, leading up to it; they were covered in the same maroon colored carpet that blanketed the room. The frame of the bed was a dark colored wood that reflected the flickering candlelight. The light gave it a yellow tint that slid across it like liquid gold. The comforter was pulled back revealing sheets darker than midnight.

“Brian.” He started and looked around for the source of the familiar voice.

“Brian.” He looked at the bed again and Zack was sitting casually on the bed; his creamy skin was a stark contrast to the dark sheets. Brian felt his mouth go dry when he realized Zack was totally naked, “Zacky, w-what are you…” his sentence trailed off when Zack got off the bed and glided down the stairs toward him. His eyes raked over his body and he felt himself growing harder with every step Zack took.

Zack stood in front of him, his green eyes dark in the low light, “Do you want me?” he whispered; his rough fingers lightly brushed across his throbbing erection. Brian hissed and pushed into the touch; Zack smiled coyly and slowly backed away from him, “Do you want me?”

Brian walked toward him and he continued to back up; gracefully stepping up the stairs to the bed. He fell back on the bed on his elbows and watched Brian through the curtain of his long bangs. Brian pushed him back further and climbed on top of him grinding against him. Zack sighed and pushed into him, Brian captured his ruby lips in a hot kiss. He felt so good, so incredibly good, his tongue was like silk and it slid slowly across his making him grind harder into him. He pulled away panting and looked over Zack’s body again.

He was flushed with want, his eyes were half-closed and dark, the silver of his piercings glinted dully in the golden light, his lips parted slightly as he panted, he had his arms crossed above his head, and with a teasing smile he wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist.

“Fuck.” He whimpered, “I want you. I want you now.” He pressed his lips to his again in a bruising kiss and ravaged his mouth. Zack moaned and his hips bucked against him, his burning erection pressed into his stomach. He pulled his lips away from his and instead attacked his pearly neck. He bit down gently on his neck and lightly sucked on the skin, marking him.

“Brian.” Zack whispered, he unhooked his legs from around his waist and scooted away from him. Zack stretched his body out, his head and shoulders rested comfortably in a pile of black pillows he hadn’t seen before; he stretched his arms up and lifted his hips invitingly. Brian’s breathing became heavier as he looked over his exposed body, his erection grew painfully hard.

“Brian.”

There was a clinking sound following his name, he looked up and groaned quietly. He climbed up Zack’s body and fastened his wrists in the handcuffs; he pressed his erection into his chest spreading his precum. Zack whimpered and squirmed beneath him, “Brian.” His name was a soft moan that almost drove him over the edge; he needed release.

“Brian.” Zack whispered huskily; his eyes traveled slowly down his body and came to a rest on his dark member. Brian watched, mesmerized, as Zack slid his pink tongue over his lips and left them glistening. He groaned quietly and moved so Zack could suck him.

He rested his hands on the headboard and swore quietly when Zack’s silky tongue slid over his leaking slit. He pushed himself into Zack’s mouth until he felt his muscles contract around him. With more control than he thought he had started thrusting slowly into the searing heat of his mouth; Zack’s smooth lips tightened around him as he pulled out and pushed in, his tongue rolled against his hot flesh, sharp teeth scraped him and added the spice of pain to the overwhelming pleasure Zack was giving him. As he drew closer and closer to his climax he started pushing deeper into his throat, his muscles contracted tightly against him; Zack groaned and with a hoarse scream Brian emptied himself in his mouth. Zack sucked on him hard, draining him and humming around his length. After a moment Brian pulled out of his mouth and released his white-knuckled grip on the headboard.
Zack’s lips were swollen and his eyes were a dark emerald; he felt him lift his hips and immediately his erection was back.

“Do you want me?” Brian whispered lowly, he lightly pinched his hard nipples and smiled when Zack groaned and pulled against his bonds. He moved off of him and looked over his body again.

His erection was flat against his stomach; there was a puddle of precum around his head and muscles rippled under his skin as he writhed on the bed. He climbed back on top of him and lowered his head to his pulsing erection. Zack sighed and groaned as he licked the underside of his cock and let out a short scream when he took the head into his mouth. He didn’t last long; Brian sucked hard on his head and ran his tongue over his slit and then his mouth was full of Zack’s salty cum. Zack’s chest rose and fell rapidly and Brian lazily licked his stomach clean while he caught his breath. He felt Zack twitch against him, he wrapped his and around him and stroked him back to full attention.

“Brian.” Zack whimpered. He looked up, on one of the pillows Zack wasn’t lying on there was a crimson bottle that was almost hidden in the dark sheets. He slid up Zack’s sweaty body and grabbed it, he spread the lube on two of his fingers and set it aside, Zack raised his hips and Brian slowly pushed one finger into him. Zack’s head fell back and he groaned, his tight muscles contracted around the finger pushing into him. Brian wrapped a hand around Zack’s erection and slowly jacked him off when he added another finger. Zack gasped and squirmed against him, both pushing into his hand and pressing down on his fingers.

Finally he pulled his fingers out, he grabbed the bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand and slathered it on his already aching hard on. Zack watched him with hooded eyes and again licked his lips. Once his hot flesh was covered in the spicy smelling lube he lifted Zack’s hips and slowly pushed into him. He groaned as his tight muscles squeezed him. Zack whispered his name and wrapped his legs around his waist pushing him in faster. He stopped once he was all the way in; his breathing was ragged as Zack’s vice-like muscles clenched around his hard flesh. He leaned his head back and moaned softly as Zack adjusted to him.

After what seemed like an eternity Zack rocked against him and begged him to move. He pulled out slowly and pushed back into his dizzying heat searching for his sweet spot. He pushed in again at a different angel and Zack cried out and his legs tightened around him. Brian groaned and started thrusting faster; Zack moaned for more and he pushed into him harder and faster. The faint squeak from the bedsprings was drowned out by Zack’s cries of ecstasy and Brian’s profuse swearing. He slammed into the small body beneath him with everything he had; Zack threw his head back and screamed his name with every thrust.

His orgasm was creeping upon him; he started to jack Zack off in time with his thrusts. The other guitarist screamed again and came hard all over his hand and their stomachs. He started to lose his rhythm and pushed as deep as he could into Zack and thrust into him roughly as he rode out his orgasm.

A loud beeping filled the quiet room and he sat up annoyed and totally confused. There wasn’t an alarm clock in the room; it was nothing but candles and the bed. Opening his eyes Brian looked at his wrist; his eight a.m. alarm was going off. He swore quietly as he turned it off and tried to go back to the wonderful dream, but it was already fading. He swore again when he felt how damp his boxers and sheets were.

Sex Drive: That’s the way uh-huh; uh-huh I like it uh-huh, uh-huh!
Reality: How are we going to clean this up?
Denial: Oh thank God it didn’t actually happen.

Jimmy pulled his curtain open scaring the hell out of him. The drummer’s keen blue eyes swept over his damp sheets and his blush, “Well someone had a fun night, why wasn’t I invited?” he snickered. Brian growled and swatted at him; obviously the others weren’t on the bus or else Jimmy wouldn’t have said anything.

Sex Drive: It was indeed a fun night and you are always invited Jimmy ^_~
Reality: Well at least there’s no one on the bus, now we can switch out our sheets.
Denial: No we don’t.
Sex Drive: Alright even I’ll admit that’s gross. We need new sheets.
Reality: Yes we did get off in our sleep last night so yes, we are changing our sheets and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Denial: =p

“Oh c’mon,” he whined playfully, “who was it?”

“None of your damn business.” Brian muttered irritably, he wanted to change his sheets and try to clean off some of the drying cum. They still had three days before their next hotel stop and he really didn’t want to be sticky for that long.

“Zacky.” Jimmy said with a triumphant smile. Jimmy knew about his crush, he was the only one that knew. Just like Brian was the only one who knew about his crush.

Since they really only screwed when they were desperate for a release they didn’t really care if the other was fantasizing about someone else when they were fucking. Brian had probably screamed Zack’s name a dozen or more times when he was buried in Jimmy’s tight ass and Jimmy had called out his crush’s name a time or two as well. The occasional screw hadn’t added or taken away from their original relationship, it just felt good to fuck or be fucked every now and then on tour.

Brian rolled his eyes but nodded anyway; Jimmy climbed in his bunk and straddled his hips, “Well,” he said raising an eyebrow, “what was it?”

“What are you a twenty-six year old man fucking his friend or a fourteen year old girl looking for gossip?” he grumbled trying to push him off.

“Both. Now spill.” Jimmy said cheekily, he reached down and pressed his palm against him. He smiled wickedly when Brian twitched.

“Tell me.” He whispered breathily, “Tell me and I’ll let you fuck me the same way you did him.”

Sex Drive: O_O Tell Him! Tell Him Everything!
Reality: *rolls eyes* No.
Denial: No.
Sex Drive: Haha! Doesn’t matter what you think. >:)

Brian was hard as soon as the words were out of his mouth; Jimmy’s eyes darkened when he felt how stiff he was, “That good huh?”

“What about…” he questioned quietly.

Reality: Yes, the guys could come back at any moment. What are you going to do if they do?
Sex Drive: Tell them to strip down =D
Denial: Reality you are not considering this…
Reality: Well it’s either Jimmy or we can jack off in the bathroom.
Sex Drive: I vote Jimmy.
Reality: I vote Jimmy too.
Denial: I vote neither.
Sex Drive: Reality won’t let us fuck Zack.
Denial: >_< I don’t want to fuck anyone or anything.
Reality: O_o Anything? What exactly are you proposing we fuck?
Sex Drive: We are not screwing animals.
Reality: Well we out voted him anyway so…
Sex Drive: On with the story!
Denial: I hate you guys. =p

“They left ten minutes ago for breakfast. That means we’ve got at least an hour.” He whispered rubbing him through his sheets. He whimpered and tried to recall his dream.

Jimmy was sleeping peacefully next to him, well mostly on top of him; the bunks were definitely not made for two occupants.

Sex Drive: That. Was. Fantastic!
Reality: Now we really need to get clean.
Denial: We should’ve just gone to the bathroom.
Sex Drive: You’re the one that voted to screw a goat.
Denial: I did no such thing.
Reality: I distinctly remember you saying, ‘I don’t want to fuck anyone or anything.’
Denial: And no where in that sentence does the word ‘goat’ come up.
Sex Drive: Well then what is the ‘anything’ you were talking about? Animals and people are pretty much the only things you can screw…
Reality: Exactly and you said you didn’t want to fuck ‘Anyone’, so that takes people out and leaves us with animals.
Sex Drive: You freak.
Denial: -_- I don’t want to screw at all. There is that better?
Sex Drive: I’d rather screw a goat than nothing at all.
Reality: I’ll agree with that.
Denial: And you call me the freak.

Brian shook his head and carefully got up without waking Jimmy; he went to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of paper towels and then trudged off to the bathroom. Once in there he locked the door and stripped down.

Denial: Why did we lock the door?
Reality: So Jimmy can’t get in.
Denial: …
Reality: If he gets in he’ll just make us horny again.
Sex Drive: The problem?

He soaked a paper towel with warm water and wiped himself as clean as he could.

A/N: So what do you think so far?
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