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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 4:
The sun had set long ago, but one man continued to push his body and himself to the brink of exhaustion after yet another grueling work out. Brian glanced over at the clock and groaned, seeing it was already 8.30pm. He’d been working out all day, trying to avoid the phone call he knew he had to make to his boss. He put the dumbbell down on the ground for the final time, ignoring the loud clanging it made on the floorboards. He instead stood up and walked over to the window, peering out into the darkness and watching the bright lights of cars as they drove down below.
He let out a long sigh before turning around and walking over to his bedside table, where his unattended BlackBerry sat, the little red light flashing, indicating that he had a notification of some sort. He scrolled through, seeing he had one missed call from his boss and countless messages from his client, which he chose not to read properly at that point. He scrolled through his contact list and settled on his boss’ name, clicking it once before moving the device to his ear, hearing the phone ring four times before his boss answered.
“Hello, Matthew Sanders speaking.” The other man grumbled through the other end of the phone.
“Hey Matt, its Brian. I had a missed call from you.” Brian responded, stepping out onto the balcony, feeling the warm wind lap at his half naked body. There was a slight pause on the other end before Brian spoke again. “What did you need me for?”
“So nice of you to finally return my call, Haner.” Matt snapped down the line, causing Brian to flinch slightly.
"What is this about?”
“I received a phone call from your client earlier today.” Matt spoke calmly, only adding to Brian’s nerves. “He seemed very concerned about you.”
“I don’t know why.” Brian answered quickly, his heart beating a million miles an hour.
“He was worried that today had made you uncomfortable and after trying to reach you several times with no response he thought he might have upset you.” Matt drawled through the phone.
“Of course I felt uncomfortable! I had to watch him have sex!” Brian fumed. “It is definitely something I never want to have to watch again.”
“Haner, your job is to be one hundred percent professional at all times. This incident has proven to me that perhaps you can’t be that all the time.” Matt said calmly. “But you need to remember that just because you feel uncomfortable about a certain situation doesn’t mean you can make your client feel uncomfortable. He said it threw him off his game.”
“Matt, I couldn’t even fucking stay in there the whole time. It was so weird being in a room with ten other men who were filming and taking pictures of two men having sex. I couldn’t do it.” Brian said aggressively. “I don’t even know why the fuck I had to be there in the first place!”
“Because you are his fucking manager!” Matt snapped. “You need to be at every single thing he does! Get that through your thick head!”
Brian groaned, “But it’s not fair that-”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think is fair and what isn’t.” Matt cut in harshly. “You are paid a considerable amount to do a service and you need to start doing it properly. If I hear another complaint from your client again, it will be your ass out the door. Get that, Haner?” He raged before hanging up the phone.
“Fucking asshole.” Brian groaned, putting his BlackBerry on his table and heading for the shower, stripping completely off and discarding his expensive clothing on the floor.
He reached for the tap and turned it on, letting the water warm up to his desired temperature before he stepped into the small cubicle, letting the hot water roll over every single aspect of his body, a small grin crept across his lips as he felt the hot water drip into his muscles. He reached down for his mango flavoured body wash and his sponge and started rubbing it all over his body, creating a thick lather of foam. He stepped under the shower head and washed the foam off before he reached for his shampoo, lathering it on his head before he quickly washed it out.
He stood in the shower for another few minutes before he finally and reluctantly turned off the taps and stepped out of the cubicle, reaching for his white towel and drying off his toned body while standing in front of the mirror. He didn’t like to admit it to anyone else but he knew he looked damn fine. He smirked, flexing his arms first before he flexed his Pecs that only accentuated his very fit abdomen.
He reached for the moisturizer and rubbed some on his face before tying the towel around his waist and heading out of the bathroom and into the rest of his room. He could see that his BlackBerry was flashing once more and just as he was walking over to grab his phone, he heard a sharp three knocks at his door, which made him stand still in shock. He paused for another moment, anxiously looking around the room for something he could throw on quickly, annoyed that he couldn’t find anything when the person at the door knocked again. He groaned inwardly, thinking that the only person it could be would be a hotel staff member. He walked over to the door and opened it wide enough to see who it was, and was shocked when he saw that it was his client standing there, looking more than a little embarrassed.
“Oh, Zack, hi.” Brian greeted awkwardly. “Um, come in, I guess.”
Zack nodded mutely, bowing his head slightly as he slid past his manager trying not to stare at the situation in front of him. He went and sat down on the leather lounge in the suite.
“I’ll just go get changed, give me a second.” Brian mumbled, his face flushing a bright shade of red as he went to his drawers and pulled out a pair of underpants, sleep shorts and an old Metallica t-shirt he’d reserved for bed. He slinked into the bathroom and closed the door, quickly pulling on the three articles of clothing. He hung his towel up on its rack before he exited the small room and looked over to see his client fidgeting with his phone. “So, what can I do for you Zack?” He asked as he went to sit on the edge of his bed.
“I came over to see if you were okay because I hadn’t heard from you all day. But I didn’t think you’d be naked.” Zack answered, his cheeks flushing red.
“Well, I had just gotten out of the shower.” Brian answered, laughing a little bit.
Zack laughed awkwardly, but didn’t say anything, although he did open his mouth and shut it several times before Brian finally intervened.
“Well, I’m okay since that’s what you were worried about, but is there anything else I can do for you?” Brian asked an expectant sort of look on his face.
Zack looked almost deflated at the thought of leaving already. “Um, no not really.”
“Okay, well I’ll give you a call in the morning then. Hopefully I’ll have heard back from a few places by then.” Brian said with his half-smile, half-smirk.
“Okay” Zack nodded, then out of nowhere he blurted, “Are you single?”
Brian was slightly taken aback by the question. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Are you single?” Zack asked calmly, his face flushing bright red.
“I am. Why do you ask?” Brian asked, his smirk growing wider as he watched his new client squirm uncomfortably.
“Oh, you know, just trying to get to know my manager on a personal level as well.” Zack spoke quickly, causing Brian to let out a short laugh. “What?”
“Nothin’.” Brian answered before adding, “Just that all the things people have said about you, I didn’t realize that you were this sort of person. Here I was thinking you were some sort of brat.”
“Who has been saying that about me?” Zack snapped, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“A few people in the same line of work as me.” Brian answered simply, which seemed to anger the younger man more.
“So jealous people that wished they were me.” Zack scoffed. “People that couldn’t get their dreams.”
Brian’s eyebrow cocked up in anger. “If that is a swipe at me, then I can assure you that I am certainly not jealous of your career. And as for my dreams, I have achieved what I wanted, thank you.”
“It wasn’t a swipe at you, more at people like you.” Zack tried to explain but each comment dug him further and further into his own grave.
“Zack, I think it’s time for you to go.” Brian said forcefully, his patience with the man almost a decade younger had now worn very thin.
“Yeah, okay.” Zack grumbled. “So, tomorrow you’ll ring me if I have any jobs?”
“Yes, I’ll ring you in the morning.” Brian said calmly, standing up so as to gesture the other man to leave.
Zack took the hint and stood up and walked to the door, leaving the room without as much as a ‘goodbye’, slamming it behind him as he left. Brian grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his middle and index fingers, massaging it slightly as he felt the slight pull of a headache coming on. He took a deep sigh before walking over to where his laptop was and turned it on. He knew he had a big night ahead of him, with a lot of work to be done before the morning.
Zack walked down the long corridor of the floor his manager was staying on before he reached the golden elevators. He pressed the down button on the outside of the doors before waiting only a moment until the lift pinged right in front of him. He stepped in quickly, pushing the ‘G’ button on the inside of the door while he felt the lift drop all the way down to the ground level where the lobby was. The lift pinged once more and he stepped out, almost running through the lobby to where his black Mercedes sat waiting for him.
He climbed quickly into the car and then stopped for a moment. His hands gripped tightly at the hard steering wheel while he dropped his head in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d been that rude to somebody who was working to get him the career he so desperately wanted. He lifted his head up slowly, very glad that his windows were tinted so that nobody could see before he started up the ignition in his car and drove the half an hour journey back to his house.
He journey home was relatively smooth, the traffic that usually cramped the streets of Los Angeles was somewhat subdued and he seemed to get every single green light right before it changed to red. He pulled up to the gate to his townhouse and swiped his card before driving along the driveway until he pulled up in front of his house, pressing the button to automatically open the garage. He pushed the button once more as he got out of his car and walked into his immaculately clean home.
He locked and closed the back door before he dropped his keys, wallet and cell phone onto the kitchen bench. He glanced around the kitchen for a moment, his eyes setting on a ripe mango that sat at the top of his fruit bowl. An unknown desire crept over him as he grabbed a knife and chopping board and quickly cut the fruit into many pieces, engulfing every single piece in delicious ecstasy, the heavenly taste and smell was so arousing to him.
That was when it hit him. That smell, that beautiful smell was the same scent that hung around his manager at all times. He suddenly felt disgusted with himself, thinking of someone that was supposed to be working for him in such a sexual and non-professional way. He quickly threw the remaining mango into the sink, ignoring the splat it made as it collided with the stainless steel. He stormed out of the room and upstairs to the bathroom, ready to rid himself of this filth.
He couldn’t even fathom looking at himself in the mirror; instead waiting only a moment for the water to heat up inside the tiny cubicle and stepping inside, feeling the deliciously warm water wash over his dirty body. He lifted his hand up to push his hair off his face when he realized he still had a tiny sliver of mango on it. He lifted his finger up to his mouth and sucked the delicious sliver off his finger, his thoughts traveling back to his manager.
But this time he wasn’t as disgusted.
He was vividly reminded of the situation he found himself in when he innocently went to find out if the other man was okay after the day they had together. He was reminded of the way the older man’s soaking wet hair dripped down onto his muscular pectorals and went even further down, the droplets cascading across his perfectly sculpted abdomen, revealing his more than rock hard six-pack that was always concealed underneath expensive business clothing. The droplets continued further down, only stopping on the expensive white towels that the hotel provided, but the few rogue pubic hairs that poked out the top of the towel that would have fallen to the ground had it not been for the masculine hand that held it up.
But what really piqued Zack’s interest about the older man was what could possibly be hiding underneath the elusive white towel. Without even realizing, his left hand had snuck down his body and had been rubbing at his own cock absentmindedly, working it until it was completely hard, his arousal pressing hard against his stomach, the tip leaking his pearly white pre cum already. He glanced down and noticed his predicament, but instead of stopping, a smirk snuck across his attractive face and his fist started pumping hard on his erection.
His eyes slid shut while the water rolled all over him, his heart hammering as he imagined just what hid underneath. He knew the other man had to be big, the way the other man carried himself indicated that. He imagined wrapping his own puffy lips around Brian’s cock, forcing the huge member all the way down his throat until he couldn’t take anymore and letting the much larger man face fuck him until his mouth filled up with cum while he swallowed eagerly.
“Ugh.” He moaned as the pace on his dick picked up.
He imagined just how it would feel to be fucked by the other, an overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brink that no other would ever be able to accomplish. His other hand snuck down between his legs as they parted slightly and he pushed a lone finger inside his warmth, the tight suction around his digit as he pushed it in and out caused another moan to escape his full lips before he pressed another inside and began fingering himself with one hand while the other worked at his cock, the dual sensation was almost overpowering but he refused to let go just yet.
“Brian.” He whimpered out as both hands continued pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
His eyes squeezed shut impossibly tighter as he imagined every single position the other man could put him into, he could almost feel the other man’s cock driving hard and harder into his tight ass, dominating every single aspect of his being. His moans were getting throatier and throatier as his imagination ran wild with situations that seemed so vivid to him it felt like they were actually happening to him. He imagined just how it would feel for the older man’s strong arms to lift him up and fuck him right here in the shower, the water rolling over them as Brian drove harder and deeper into him then he could even fathom until his body finally let out and his cum covered both of them.
“B-b-Briann!” Zack moaned in a final tone as he spurted his load all over his hand and the tiles, his eyes barely able to see anything other than stars.
After a few moments of deep and steady breathing, both of his were removed from their tasks and a shuddering Zack finally opened his eyes, somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t another man with him. He looked around the shower cubicle, more than a little disgusted with himself. The things he had just imagined should have never been thought of, he looked at his hands, repulsed by how they had just helped him reach orgasm.
He quickly reached for his body wash and sponge, squirting copious amounts of it onto the yellow sponge before scrubbing hard at his body until it was bright red, satisfied with himself that the filth he’d just put his body and mind through had been thoroughly removed. He quickly shut off the water and stepped out of the cubicle, eyes still not ready to look at himself, bowed his head as he dried his pale, ink covered body with his crimson red towel.
He walked out of the bathroom and pulled on the first pair of shorts he could find and discarded his towel in his laundry hamper while he quickly walked downstairs and to the kitchen where he quickly cleaned up the mess he’d made earlier, trying desperately to block out the voice in the back of his head that said he had just done the stupidest thing. Once he finished cleaning he decided it was definitely time for bed.
But as he walked up the stairs he realized that he just didn’t know how he would be able to look his manager in the eye after tonight. He really hoped that by the time it was morning, this incident would be long forgotten but the voice in the back of his head was adamant it would still be the same.
a/n: so i know that i was a bit late getting this up so i hope it was worth it. but i wanted to plan out the rest of the story before i continued. also, i had to plan my engagement party which was a lot of work lol. hope you like it, there will be a twist that no one will see coming :p haha thanks for reading and reviewing as always :)
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