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Five Finger Death Punch	By : mmarc56 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Five Finger Death Punch or any of its members, this story is a work of fiction, and I made no money writing it.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Shot Down

“Just give me a chance, Jason! All I’m asking for is a chance!”

“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?” the older guitarist asked bitterly, turning back around to face him. Zoltan had asked him to come over and he had stupidly agreed: he should’ve known it was going to lead to him bitching about their nonexistent relationship – and why’d he always hang around him anyways if he didn’t like him? He wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest, but for some reason he always came back for the attention.

“I already sucked you dick; you know I’m willing! So why not? You wanna fuck a man, right? Right?”

“Zoltan!” he snapped, “Get off it! I’m not gonna fuck you! Why’s all you ever do an effort to get in my pants?”

The younger man crossed his arms and pouted.

“Women throw themselves at you whenever you wave a dollar,” Jason said, “Plenty of people will have sex with you, but I’m not one of them.”

“So you still want Chris and Ivan, don’t you? Which one of them do you like anyways? Chris? Ivan? Do you want a relationship with one of them or just a three way?”

“Get of it,” he mumbled. He walked up to the door and began slipping his shoes on.

“Don’t leave, come on…” Zoltan threw his hands out and approached him. “I like spending time with you. I’m not just trying to—”

“So you wanna be my boyfriend or something?” Jason interjected, “‘Cause it seems like you’re trying to be my boyfriend, and I ain’t interested in having a boyfriend.”

“So you want a three-way then?”

Jason stuck a finger out, walked towards him threateningly, and said through his teeth, “Listen here, you son of a bitch. What I think about Chris and Ivan is my own damn business. The minute I want it to be your damn business I’ll actually fucking talk to you about it. Got it?”

“I just wanna know when you’ll get over them! I thought you had!”

“How would you know if I had or not?! You think just because I don’t wanna fuck you means I wanna fuck Chris and Ivan? Have you ever considered the possibility that you’re just ugly as shit and annoying as hell?!”

Zoltan’s back straightened and his expression hardened.

“Why am I so important to you anyways, Zoltan?” Jason asked.

“Are we in this together or not? Because that seems to be something neither of us knows the answer to,” he said in a steady voice.

“What?”

“This!” he gestured at the floor, “This relationship, friendship, whatever!”

“Well I don’t know,” he responded sassily, “You weren’t with me when it came to Chris and Ivan.”

“What do you want me to do?” the younger guitarist asked earnestly, “Get them to agree to a threesome with you?”

“Zoltan, look at me.” Jason stepped towards him and took his face in his hands. “I don’t want to fuck a man. I used to be curious, but I’m not anymore. You made me realize that. I don’t want to fall in love with a man either, okay? Do you believe me or what? Because I don’t know how else to convince you to believe the truth.”

He did respond and his eyes fell to the floor.

“Zoltan…” Jason leaned in and said apologetically, “I know you wanted to fall in love, but I don’t want that too. You need to look somewhere else.”

There was a pause.

“Women don’t want me,” he murmured, “They only want my money.”

Jason released his shoulders and stepped back. “Maybe try putting your personality first, not your income,” he suggested gently.

“Damnit, Jason!” His voice rose suddenly. “Why doesn’t anyone want me? Why don’t you want me?! Because I’m ‘ugly as shit’ or just ‘annoying as hell’? Maybe I am both! The fuck if I know!”

“Look—”

“You know what? You’re right,” he said, freezing where he stood, anger still dripping in his voice, “We shouldn’t be in love. We’re not right for each other. I don’t know why I spent so much time chasing you anyways. I guess I just assumed that if Chris and Ivan could do it, so could we.”

“But they’re not in love,” Jason said, “They’re just fuckbuddies, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, I believe that like I believe you don’t wanna fool around with them anymore. Who gives a shit anyways if they’re in love or not? What they’ve got is between them and what we’ve got is between us, and apparently we’ve got nothing, so there’s nothing between us. So don’t keep coming back to me for attention, Jason: we’re just bandmates from now on like we should be.”

Jason looked offended, but it faded fast because he knew it was true. It was almost a little sad Zoltan knew it was true too.

“So we’re breaking up then, huh? Finally ending our unofficial relationship?” he asked to clarify.

“Yeah.”

The older guitarist slapped his thighs and said, “Alright. I think that would make things between us easier, since it seems all we could do before was irritate each other. It’s also nice to be able to go back to being friends and not have to worry about that bullshit. And by the way,” he added, “I doubt Chris and Ivan are in love, okay?”

“Who cares?”

“I just don’t think they would be gay! Like in love gay. Like gay-gay,” he said.

“Well, have you seen them with women?” Zoltan asked, cocking his head inquisitively.

Jason stammered, “I—I mean, I—I’m not their keeper.”

“Remember when they argued at band practice? Hell, now that I think about it, I don’t even know if they’re still having problems or not. Last I saw of Ivan was when I dropped his drunk ass off at home.”

Jason looked at the floor and thought about this. What if they were still having problems? What if they weren’t fuckbuddies anymore? Maybe if he couldn’t have them both at the same time, he could convince them into individual sessions. He glanced up at Zoltan to make sure he wasn’t reading his mind. Zoltan was looking off to the side, lost in thought as well.

“We could ask?” He suggested sheepishly. The younger man looked at him. “I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve had an actual band practice, so why not find out then?”

“Do you want me to schedule it?”

“If you want.”

Zoltan thought about this a second. “Alright, yeah. I’ll schedule a band practice.” He looked at Jason’s shoes by the door. “Are you gonna be heading out soon? Like, are we done here?”

“You wanna blow me before I leave?” Jason smiled.

Zoltan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head down at him. “Ha-ha,” he spoke, “Very funny. Real cute.”

The older man slapped his shoulder. “I’m just kidding. Yeah, I’ll head out.”

“Alright, see ya.”

“Catch you on the flipside, homefry.” Jason snapped his fingers at him as he stepped into his sneakers and clicked his tongue.
“Get outta here! Damn,” Zoltan laughed, and then his friend left his house, purposely squeaking his shoes on the hardwood floor as he went.
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