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Jet Lag	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally, nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

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Chapter 3:
The next morning came far too early for the sleep deprived man in the lavish suite in the Hilton Los Angeles. Brian groaned as he heard the annoying sound of his alarm going off from the bedside table, his right hand reaching over to shut it off before it could reach its second repetition. He rolled out of the luxurious, freshly washed sheets and went the short distance from the bedroom part of the room into the bathroom.
He caught sight of his reflection for the first time and groaned at the heavy bags hanging under his eyes from the lack of sleep he had during the night, his boss’s face a permanent fixture in his head as he remembered the awkward and embarrassing conversation from the previous night, reliving the roar of laughter he heard as he explained his predicament. He grumbled, turning away from the ever seeing mirror as he turned on the shower.
He waited a few moments before he stepped in under the hot water, feeling the sheer power of its warmth wash all over his body. He pulled the door closed and let his head drop as he reached for his soap. He squirted some of the mango flavoured body wash onto his sponge before he started to rub it all over his toned, tanned and heavily tattooed body, not missing a single spot as he worked it all into a thick lather of orange soap. He let out a heavy breath as he washed himself clean, the culmination of the fact he had barely slept all night matched perfectly with his jet lag from the previous week that decided it would hit him all at once.
After a few more minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself with one of the freshly cleaned towels that lay waiting to be used. He glanced up once more at the mirror, still seeing the disheveled, tired man staring back at him, not the usual handsome and outrageously confident man who usually shone through the other side. He took a deep breath, running a hand though his hand, trying to style it somewhat before exiting the bathroom and going straight towards his BlackBerry.
He picked up the device and scrolled through his messages, seeing he had two new ones. The one that was from Zack had nothing but his address on it. The one from his boss however, was a little less professional. ‘Don’t cum while you’re at the photo shoot today, Haner. Hardly professional ;)’ was all it read. He rolled his eyes at the text, knowing it was a joke, he replied simply with one word ‘Asshole’.
He placed the phone back on the bedside table, which would be its new home for their stay in the hotel, while he continued to get ready; sorting through his variety of expensive Italian suits, finally deciding on a grey Versace suit he’d had for a while now. He teamed it with a fresh white shirt and a charcoal coloured tie which matched his charcoal coloured shoes. He grabbed his wallet and phone, taking one last glance at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance before he walked out the door and down to reception, where he knew Matt had left him a set of keys to his new rental car, thankful he didn’t have to put up with the company of that awful driver.
He approached the desk where another pretty blonde girl that was almost identical to the other receptionist, but had a ‘Valary’ name badge pinned into her navy blazer. “Can I help you at all today, sir?” Her voice chimed through his ears as he approached the counter, smiling slightly at her.
“I was informed that Mr. Sanders would be leaving a set of keys at the front desk for me.” Brian said coolly, but the girl merely wrinkled her brow at him.
“And what is your name?” Valary quizzed, eyes narrowing as if she didn’t believe him.
“Mr. Haner. Brian Haner.” Brian snapped. “Can you hurry up? I have an appointment I need to go to.”
“You know, nothing makes you more important then me.” She snapped right back. “I don’t know where your keys are. I’ll just go check.”
Brian rested his head on his palm and took a deep breath. “Before Christmas would be good.” He grumbled.
“You need to get your priorities right, mister!” Valary yelled, stepping up from the chair and pressing her face almost into his. “You are nothing and no one to me so don’t make me any angrier!”
“Get me Michelle.” Brian snapped. “She seems to treat me with some respect.”
Valary snarled before she stormed away, reappearing with who could only be her twin. “Can you sort this guy out?” She snapped, folding her arms across her chest.
“I’m so sorry about all of this Mr. Haner. You are one of our most loyal customers. I promise it will not happen again. Here are your keys, sir.” Michelle mumbled, handing over a small slip of paper that only had his name on it, before adding, “Josh is bringing it around for you now. Have a pleasant day.”
“Thank you.” Brian said with a slight smile, before turning on his heel, hearing the soft click clack of his heels as he walked away, trying hard to not laugh at the bitter fight that was happening as he left the premises, smiling that there was some punishment occurring.
As he left the lavish hotel, he saw a brand new, Black Range Rover pulling up in the stop off zone. A young man, no older then twenty slid out of the car and walked over to where he was standing. “Mr. Haner?” He called and Brian nodded. “She’s all yours.”
“Thank you.” Brian mumbled, handing him the piece of paper he’d been issued with not five minutes ago.
He climbed into the large car, and shut the door behind him before he began driving off, the loud rumbling of the engine below him giving him an all mighty sense of power. He fiddled with the radio as he began the short drive towards his new client’s house, finally setting on a station that was playing a very familiar Metallica song, turning up the volume as he sang along loudly.
The weather outside was warm and sunny, although that wasn’t unusual even in Fall in California, a stark contrast from what he knew would be cold and raining in his home in New York. But the sunny weather wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, having grown up just down the coast in Huntington Beach and having spent most of his Summer’s back out here to see family, this was normal and not anything to get overly excited about.
It took him just over 20 minutes to reach Zack’s condo. He pulled up out the front of the large, security gated apartment building and pulled out his phone, texting his client that he was here. He put his phone into the cup holder and put the car into park as he waited for his client to come down. He ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair as he looked out the window, watching the many people around that were taking their dogs for walks in the nice warm air, chatting excitedly to one another.
He heard the passenger door click open and he turned his head to see Zack climbing into the seat next to him. He pulled a slight smile as he watched the younger man close the door and put on his seatbelt. When he finally looked up, he saw Zack wearing a pair of black framed glasses that only accentuated his bright green eyes, that small smile still lingering on his lips as their eyes met.
Zack’s mouth turned into a small smile of its own, “What?”
Brian shook his head and turned away. “Nothin’.” He mumbled. “So where is this place again?”
“West 6th street.” Zack replied. “But we don’t have to be there until ten, so did you want to go and get some coffee?”
“Sure.” Brian mumbled, putting the car into drive and driving towards the destination of their day’s activities. “There’s a Starbucks on West 6th Street, isn’t there?”
Zack shrugged. “Probably. They’re on every other fuckin’ street.”
The pair did not speak the entire journey; the only noise in the large car was the faint sound of some older rock music that both men were singing in their heads. Throughout the short drive, Brian kept feeling the keen gaze of the other man’s bright green eyes focused intently on him driving. He would use his peripheral to glance at his client, who was indeed watching every move he was making. He tried not to dwell on this insignificant factor as he pulled into the car park of the Starbucks that was near their destination.
The pair exited the car simultaneously as they made their way into the crowded coffee shop, pushing through the crowd of waiting people right up to the front of the line. Brian turned around and looked down at the slightly shorter man. “What do you want?” He asked simply.
“Just a Grande Caramellate.” Zack replied, trying to hand Brian a ten dollar note.
Brian pushed the other man’s hand down. “Its fine, I’ll get it. Go and get a table.”
Zack nodded in response before making his way through the crowd of people to a secluded table for two right next to the large window. He made himself comfortable on the stool as he waited for his new manager. He pulled out his phone and was playing around with the games when all of a sudden he looked up and saw Brian walking over to him with two hot coffees in his hands.
"Thanks.” Zack said quietly as he gratefully took his own hot beverage and took a sip, careful not to burn his tongue. After his first sip, he looked up to see the other man watching him. “What?”
“Nothin’.” Brian replied offhandedly, taking a sip of his own Grande Black Espresso, but Zack shot him a disbelieving look. “Are you nervous about today?”
Zack almost choked on his mouthful. “N-no.” He spluttered out as he coughed away his discomfort. “Why would I be? I’ve done it too many times before to still be nervous.”
“Fair enough.” Brian mumbled. “I just know I wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Yes, but I am in my prime. No problems here.” Zack said with a smirk, earning a glare from the other man.
“I am perfectly confident in my body, thank you.” Brian shot back as he took another sip of his drink. “But I don’t need the attention of other people to satisfy my insecurities.”
Zack slammed his drink down on the table. “Neither do I!” He fumed. “I can make enough money without you and it would be easy enough to get rid of you!”
“You won’t.” Brian said quietly, his eyes locked keenly onto his client’s. “You need me.”
Zack narrowed his eyes as he glanced down at his phone, surprised to see it was pushing twenty-five to ten already. “We should go.” He mumbled, standing up and picking up his coffee.
With a short sigh, Brian followed his client out of the crowded coffee shop and back towards the rented black Range Rover, both climbing into the car in silence as Brian started up the car. “So where abouts is this place?” He asked casually as he watched the traffic.
“Its number 374 and this is 486 so it’s to the left down the road a little bit.” Zack replied, taking another sip of his coffee while Brian merged with the traffic, and drove the short less than five minute drive to their destination.
Brian could feel his heart beat increase dramatically as he pulled into the parking complex and quickly found a car park close to the elevator. The pair jumped out of the car and walked the short distance to the elevator, Zack reaching over and pushing the level ‘8’ button. As the pair stepped into the elevator, Brian could feel his heart beat increase again. He had no idea why he was so nervous but tried to remain cool while Zack casually started humming on the slow trip up to the eighth floor.
Both men heard the telltale ‘ding’ sound as they exited the small space. The sight that met the older man was something he could never have imagined. There was so many half and completely naked men just walking around the large loft, completely oblivious that the other two were even there. Zack looked up at his manager who looked like he was in absolute awe. He smirked as he tugged on the older man’s expensive suit. “Come on, we’ve gotta go see James and let him know we’re here.”
“Okay.” Brian mumbled as he followed Zack through the large area and past the many rooms that mostly contained naked men engaging in various sexual acts with other men. It took every ounce of his inner strength to not jump at least several of these very attractive men. He exhaled a very shaky breath. He was here on professional business and that’s it.
He followed Zack into one of the last rooms on the left that contained another young man, two older men that were playing with both the video and digital cameras and another man that was hunched over his computer, his broad, muscular shoulders had some sort of familiarity to them. “Hey James.” Zack’s voice cut through the air and the man on the computer turned around revealing brightly coloured Hazel eyes under a thick mop of short black hair with a definitive pink chunk in it.
The man at the computer stood up, a large grin on his face as he looked over at Brian, who also had a large grin on his face. “James fuckin’ Hart.” He said with a laugh as the other man walked quickly across the room and embraced Brian in a tight hug.
James pulled back form the hug and looked up and down at his old friend. “Well if it isn’t Brian Haner.” He smirked. “Wearin’ fuckin’ Italian suits and turning up at my business. What’s been goin’ on man? Haven’t seen your sorry ass since High School.”
“I know man, it’s been too long.” Brian laughed. “I’m a talent agent these days and mostly living in New York. I work for Matthew Sanders.”
“You work for that asshole?” James fumed.
“He’s not that bad. Nowhere near as bad as he was in High School.” Brian muttered. There was a short pause before Brian spoke again. “I see the band never really took off then?”
James laughed. “Nah, not the way I wanted it to. Besides, I’m making a fuck load more money doing this than I ever would have made doing that.”
“What, is this company yours?” Brian asked in sheer surprise.
“Yes, I own this company, ‘Twinks For Play’, I also had a hand in developing several other gay pornographic websites and filmed and photographed for others while I was trying to get this company up off the ground.” James said with a slight smirk. “Zacky here is one of my biggest money makers and most requested actors. It’s a shame that he has to leave.”
Brian shrugged. “He just isn’t into it anymore.”
"What are you his fuckin’ manager now?” James snapped to which Brian nodded. He let out a rough sigh. “Let’s just get this shit started. You better give me the best performance of your life, Zacky.”
“Yes, sir.” Zack mumbled quietly taking off his satchel bag and handing it to Brian, who was standing awkwardly against the door.
“Hurry up and get on the fuckin’ couch.” James barked and Zack quickly scurried over to the couch where his attractive co-star was sitting.
Brian watched for a moment as James coached them but he dropped his eyes immediately when he saw James step out of shot and the two started to undress. He pulled out his BlackBerry and began playing ‘Word Mole’ on it, ignoring all the very audible gasps and moans, his willpower forcing him to stare at the small screen and make words and collect food before the mole got them. But it was one particularly loud moan that he knew was from Zack that he couldn’t help but tilt his head up and look at the scene in front of him.
Zack was lying on his back, while the other man was on top of him, thrusting in and out, while Zack’s legs lay limply over his shoulders. Brian couldn’t help but take a deep breath as he looked over and saw the bright green eyes that belonged to his new client locking onto his with the most intense look he’d ever seen. He let out an audible gasp and watched as Zack smirked, which sent a fierce bolt of electricity to right to his penis.
He felt his penis grow harder and harder with every second he spent watching the two men going at it. He knew he couldn’t go back to his simple game of ‘Word Mole’ now so he quickly and quietly stood up and left the room, making a beeline for the toilet. He was surprised to see a row of cubicles right down the back of the loft and quickly occupied the one closest to the wall.
He took a deep breath as he shut and locked the door and lifted up the toilet seat. He undid both his jacket and pants, letting his pants drop right down to the floor, the metal clang on the tiled floor making it slightly obvious what he was about to do. He closed his eyes and used his hands to pull his underwear down mid thigh level before he wrapped his right fist tightly around the fully tumescent length, a soft gasp leaving his lips as he started to pump his fist up and down it, biting his lip to stifle any noise that might escape.
His mind ran in circles as he continued to think about his new client very inappropriately but he didn’t care as he pumped himself to ecstasy as he imagined those bright green eyes under him, watching every move he made as he fucked him hard. He could feel his hips start to jerk forward as he imagined just what Zack’s ass would feel like wrapped around his throbbing dick and how amazing it would be to blow his entire load into it.
His other hand traced down his body and started fondling his balls, the intense sensation causing his other hand to tighten around his erection and continued pumping faster and faster. After a few more minutes of wanking, he felt the tightness in his stomach release and he let out a satisfied moan as he let his semen spill into the toilet bowl. It took him a few moments before he came back down to reality. He wiped the excess semen from his hand onto a piece of toilet paper before he flushed it down and pulled his pants back up.
He exited the bathroom and headed back to the other room after he had made sure he looked presentable. He peered through the glass pane on the window and saw that they had finished, he opened the door and reassumed his place at the back of room.
James looked over and grinned at him. “Haner, where the fuck did you go man? You missed the best part.”
Brian could tell he was blushing as he looked over at the other man and shrugged, “I had to go to the bathroom.”
James did nothing but shake his head and laugh before turning his attention to Zack. “Baker, here’s your cheque.”
“How much?” Zack asked casually as he continued pulling on his clothes.
“$1,500.” James answered as Zack shot him a funny look. “Extra $500 since it is your last show.”
“Thanks man.” Zack grinned as he walked over to grab his bag. “You ready?”
“Yeah. See you round man.” Brian called out to his former friend.
“Yeah, see ya.” James called back.
Brian turned and headed out of the loft, going down in the elevator before they made their way to the rented car. The drive was quiet and awkward before Zack finally broke the silence, almost half way into their trip.
“Is everything alright?” He asked cautiously, eyes keenly focused on the older man.
“Yeah, its fine. Why?” Brian snapped slightly, refusing to take his eyes off the road.
“You just seem weird, that’s all.” Zack commented, not dropping his gaze for a moment.
“I feel weird after watching what I did.” Brian responded and heard Zack laugh. “It’s not fuckin’ funny! It was the most uncomfortable experience of my life.”
“Well, I guess I won’t be getting you as one of my many viewers.” Zack replied with a coy smile.
Brian did not reply, only groaned and drove the rest of the way to Zack’s house in complete silence. It wasn’t until after he’d dropped the younger man off that the guilt seemed to kick in. He couldn’t believe he’d been so selfish and stupid. He tried to focus his energy on driving but he knew he needed to have a serious chat with his boss about this issue. He knew it was inappropriate and unprofessional and something had to be done about it. He sighed, knowing that it could mean losing Zack.
a/n: thanks to everyone for reading :) sorry about the delay, I've had a million things going on and haven't really had the time to write but I'll try and get the next one up quicker :) I'm also working on a Christmas fic which will be up soon :) thanks again for reading and reviewing.
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