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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 Forty-Two: Sugar and Spice

Jason Hook and Zoltan Bathory’s relationship was hard to follow even for them. There was a constant back and forth: both of them considered themselves too good for the other, but then they’d experience an awkward attraction to one another, and then they’d be disgusted by each other. They were never in the same hemisphere, though; when one was opposed to the other, the other was attracted to them, and vice versa. Most of the time, however, neither knew how the other felt about them. They fought, yet they’d love each other, like when they went to the beach, and they’d be understanding towards each other too, but then Jason spent so much time ignoring Zoltan that it made him angry – angry he was ignoring him for Chris and Ivan, but then the next time around, he’d be fine with him, always willing to love him. But did he really love him? Zoltan always hinted towards just giving him sex, like that’s what their relationship was about – trying to get laid – until the defining moment in which he made Jason realize what he couldn’t’ve realized on his own.

When his scheme to be alone with Chris and Ivan had failed, Zoltan didn’t show any signs of being in a state of jealousy-induced rage, even though it revealed that Jason still wanted the singer and bassist despite his past claims and lies, and even the last time he had interacted with him, when he had been confronted for beating up Jeremy, he hadn’t exactly been on his side, but he wasn’t rude with him either, and he managed to answer the question of how he felt towards the two men.

“Are you jealous of what they have? Because I remember you being in denial when I mentioned the possibility that they loved each other. Do you want what they have?”

Jason wanted to be loved. He wanted his curiosity to be settled and he wanted to be loved. And what had Zoltan been ready to say when he told his bandmates this before he interrupted him? Did Zoltan still love him even though they had called off their unofficial relationship? Then again, that hadn’t really changed jack shit.

Lately, Jason hadn’t been thinking Chris and Ivan: he had been thinking about Zoltan. He thought about their day at the beach and the kisses they had shared, and even though he had felt some sort of disgust with those kisses in the past, he desired them now. He guessed it could be said that he was on the forth of their back and forth, and perhaps if the unspoken tradition held true, Zoltan was in the other hemisphere and was either upset with, disgust by, or uninterested in him – most likely uninterested.

He thought about their first sexual experience in the trailer with the women and how he had wanted to touch him and love him, not the woman that had been both separating and connecting their bodies in the moment he had felt that way.

So much had happened between them, so much disgust and attraction, so many conflicting feelings and disharmonious interactions and behaviors.

So why did he want him now?

He couldn’t make himself believe that his desperateness was finally coming full circle and he was just settling for him; he truly wanted to give him a chance. Just a chance.

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

Considering their last interaction, Jason couldn’t contact him. He remembered them smiling at each other at the end of it, but he was still embarrassed and the memory of enjoying Chris and Ivan abusing him still lingered shamefully inside his mind.

Always being a fan of shoes, Jason scrolled through online stores searching for his next pair while he mused over all this, and as he did, lost in his own thoughts, his ringtone went off in his pocket and startled him. He took out his phone and stared at the caller ID.

It was Zoltan.

It was as if the universe had willed it to happen in a beautiful coincidence – that right as he was missing his partner he would receive a phone call from him, especially when he had just thought not a second ago about how he didn’t have the courage to do it himself.

He picked up. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Nothing much,” he responded. There was background noise that told Jason he was calling him from his car as he drove. “How’ve you been, man? Are you still alive? ‘Cause I haven’t heard from you in ages.”

“Yeah, I’m still breathing.”

“I was afraid you were mad at me or something. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good – and we’re cool,” he added, “What have you been up to?”

“Ah, a little bit of everything, I guess. I’ve been keeping myself busy lately, going to lots of concerts, looking into the sounds of different, undiscovered metal bands. Mostly local stuff, you know, but I’ve been staying in California,” he told him, “I’ve been backstage a lot talking with the guitarists, but I got pretty sick of shaking everyone’s hand so recently I’ve just been rocking out in the mosh pits, taking it all in.”

Jason smiled. “Anything good?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, “Lots of good stuff. Not all of it, but it’s been pretty good. I figured once we get started writing again I better have something fresh in mind, and you know undiscovered is best because you don’t want to just be a comparison. You know how that goes, though.”

“Yeah, I feel you.”

“So how about you? What’s been going on in the life and times of Jason Hook?”

“Ah…” he thought for a second, “Right now I’m just looking at shoes online, but, uh, other than that, not much honestly. Pretty much been a lazy piece of shit lately.” He laughed, “I mean, I’ve been keeping up with guitar, naturally, and, uh, I went to the shooting range with some buddies—”

“And you didn’t take me?”

“Ha-ha… I went to a barbeque a few days ago, too, and played tag football, so that made me feel twenty again.”

“Sounds like a good time,” Zoltan chuckled. “So what kind of shoe is little miss Jason looking at now?”

“Very funny,” he said sarcastically, “Right now I’m really considering the limited edition Adidas Neighborhoods.”

“Are you gonna buy ‘em?”

“Eh… I don’t know. Maybe.”

“How much are they?” the younger guitarist asked.

“Not bad,” he responded, “Like, a hundred and sixty dollars. I just wanna make sure I get the right shoe, so I gotta think on it.”

“You are such a lady sometimes,” he laughed.

Jason smiled and didn’t reply.

“So, um, are you doing anything later today?” Zoltan asked, and he could hear a peculiar nervousness in his voice. Jason’s heart fluttered and he readjusted his phone in his hand to unstick it from his face.

“Ah, no. Just looking at shoes…”

“Well, I’m in town now and I got some free time, so if you, um, wanna get some lunch together, maybe see a movie, that’d work for me.”

The older guitarist couldn’t help but smile widely and run his fingers through his Mohawk. “Y—yeah, what’s out?”

“There’s this horror flick out about tarantulas from hell or something, if you wanna see something stupid.”

“I think I know what you’re talking about!” he said excitedly, “Is that the one where the spiders are possessed by the devil and they come out of the drains, because I think I saw the trailer for that on TV and it looked extremely dumb.”

“Yeah, that’s the one! You up for it?”

“Hell yeah man, let’s do it,” he said happily, “What time do you wanna go out?”

“Well I’d have to check the show times…”

“Hold on,” Jason said, “I got my computer pulled up. Let me search it.”

His heart was pumping positive vibes through his veins and his lips were tingling. Maybe he could kiss him again, but whether if he did or not, it didn’t really matter. He missed him and all he wanted to do was spend time with him. It was also uplifting to know that he wanted to spend time with him too.

So later that afternoon, Zoltan swung by his house to pick him up and they hugged each other hello a lot longer than men usually do. Jason’s heart was on fire and he couldn’t control himself, so when the embrace was being broken he kissed the younger man on the lips while they still touched each other. He let it happen, stared into his eyes with raised eyebrows when it was done, and right before Jason could feel self-conscious he leaned in and kissed him back.

They held it for several seconds before parting.

Zoltan breathed in and asked in an airy voice, “What was that for? Did you miss me that bad?”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, “Did you?”

“Yeah.”

There was a pause while they studied each other’s faces.

“So you aren’t upset with me?”

“No,” Jason replied, “Why would I be upset with you?”

“I don’t know… ‘Cause of the Jeremy thing?”

“Well, that ain’t you’re fault.” They let go of each other. “Besides,” Jason went on, “that’s over and done.”

“I—I don’t want you out of the band,” Zoltan said, “Y—you know that, right?”

He smiled. “How much have you been thinking about this, Z?”

“I—I just don’t want you thinking I only appreciate you because you’re a good guitarist is all.”

“We’re cool, okay? No hard feelings,” he assured him, “Honest.”

Zoltan simpered and nodded.

They ate out at a family diner and caught up on current events, remembered the good times, and conversed about their band’s current chapter – the chapter of love. They talked about how, out of seemingly nowhere, everyone fell in love somehow, but it was all too complicated to understand, and the two of them danced around the topic of being in love with each other and blushed whenever they came too near it.

Maybe this time around would be different. Maybe this time their relationship could work, now that Jason’s mind was no longer tangled around fantasies of his bandmates.

He touched Zoltan’s slender, saintly fingers, slowly enclosed his hand inside his own, and rubbed his thumb against the hairless back of his palm before sadly looking up into his dark brown eyes.

“Hey, Z?”

“Yeah…?” he asked, a thin coat of suspicion brushed across his voice. Zoltan could feel his heart thumping like a bass drum inside his ribcage as he watched Jason caress his hand.

“Y—you remember how we broke up our unofficial relationship?” The older guitarist’s face burned red and his foot tapped nervously beneath the table.

“Yeah…?”

“Well, I’m sorry.”

Zoltan glanced around and then said uneasily, “I—I remember breaking up with you, not you breaking up with me.”

“B—but I’ve been terrible to you,” Jason pleaded gently, keeping his voice between the two of them. He squeezed his hand. “All the lying and ignoring you… Zoltan I,” his speech caught in his throat like it stepped in a snare, and he had to swallow hard to free it. “I—I haven’t been thinking about Chris and Ivan anymore, a—and I’m telling the truth. I’ve just been thinking about what you said and you were right. I—I wanted what they had; I was jealous, and I—I think I’d like to give us a chance if you still want to, too…” Zoltan stared at him blankly and it caused him to hastily add, “I—I know it’s sudden. I’m sorry.” He released his hand and returned his own to his lap.

“Yeah, this is sudden,” he said, his lips hardly moving. “So… you want me? For real this time? I—it’s not just about curiosity, is it?”

Jason swallowed hard again; his mouth seemed to be salivating a large amount of wet cement, ready to quickly dry if not choked down. “I—I won’t lie to you: I’m still curious, like I was when I first came to you – you know, at the start of this – but that’s why I said I wanted to give us a chance. I—I can’t guarantee we’ll be right for each other and stay together until the end of time, but you can never can at the start of any relationship, right?” He smiled mirthlessly and it quickly faded. “But, I’m willing to date you and see where it goes – that is, if you want to, too.”

“So, you want to date me?”

Jason caught on to what he was doing and smiled into his hand. “Yeah, Zoltan. I wanna go out with you.” He went on dramatically, “I wanna be your boyfriend, and hold your hand, and kiss you, and share a bed with you, and all that sugar and spice and everything nice.”

Zoltan chuckled. “What’s that last part mean?” he mumbled in a risqué tone, his fingers under his chin. Jason smirked, narrowed his eyes, and then picked up the younger guitarist’s hand and kissed his knuckles.

“Maybe some time,” he said, cupping his hand in both of his, “Not immediately, because I don’t want you thinking that’s what this is about.”

“No, I know,” he claimed, making a gesture before setting his fingers beneath his goatee again, “I just wanna know that it’s a possibility before I agree to anything.”

Jason felt an uneasy feeling settle in his stomach; he was afraid that Zoltan didn’t understand what he wanted out of him and that he’d treat this like another opportunity to get in his pants.

“You know I’m sorry then?” he murmured, looking at him with big, sad eyes.

Zoltan thought Jason was cute – very cute. He had always been able to wrap him around his finger so easily, which was why his feelings towards him fluctuated so frequently; he just couldn’t stay mad at him, nor could he deny him the attention he craved. Therefore, despite there being no proof that the older guitarist wouldn’t deceive him and unremorsefully mistreat him again, he smiled and said, “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” as if he was taking all the blame. He convinced himself in his head that he was equally to blame for their breakup since he called it, and he had yelled at him too. He hadn’t been perfect to him in the past, so he felt he should be willing to forgive him for not being perfect either.

“Thanks, Z.”

“No problem, J.” He paused and looked down at the last few remaining fries on his plate – the hard bits only certain people enjoyed – and then touched his chin again. Right when Jason was about to ask him to explain his troubled expression, it morphed into a soft smile and he said tenderly, “You know I think the world of you, right?”

“Ha-ha, why so?”

“I dunno… You just make me happy. You’ve always made me happy.”

Jason took a second at attempting to decode this statement and then asked, “What do you mean?”

The younger guitarist breathed in, sat back, and slid his hand out of the other man’s, which caused him to realize he had been holding it the whole time.

“You know how I acted so ‘cool’ and ‘laidback’ when you first asked me about making an exception?” he asked, grimacing nervously.

Jason stared at him. “Yeah…?”

“And I said I wanted to see Chris and Ivan kiss too?”

“Yeah…?”

“Of course you knew I was curious, but I wasn’t just curious about them like you were (which I found out later), just men in general, and honestly, I, uh…” He covered his mouth in embarrassment.

“What?”

His eyes softened so that they had a romantic light to them and he went on in an almost casual, almost airy voice, “I, uh, was secretly really excited that you came to me first, because I was still trying to work up the courage to ask you to kiss me, b—but, I mean,” he laughed, “I couldn’t have you thinking I was too eager.” The older guitarist’s mouth fell into an agape smile as he listened. “I—I’ve had a little crush on you since long before we ever kissed. Since I realized you wanted to see something queer go down, too, but probably a little before that.”

“W—why? Really?”

He let a chagrinned laugh loose and threw his hands up in a surrender, “I can’t help it, Jason!” He let his arms fall. “You excite me and… I—I think you’re cute.”

“Cute?”

“Yeah, cute.”

Jason thought about how Jeremy had called him an ugly, unlovable sack of shit and smiled to himself. “Zoltan,” he tried to coo, but he couldn’t keep himself from chuckling, “h—how sweet. But I’m not handsome or sexy, just cute?”

“Y—you’ve got this way about you, something about your face is so… adorable— don’t make me explain it.” The younger guitarist’s face was red and Jason could tell that the huge weight of a difficult secret had been lifted from his conscious, and their complicated, confusing relationship had been set a little straighter.

“Ha-ha, you’re pretty cute right now, blushing and shit,” he teased him, leaning in and biting his bottom lip.

“Ah…” Zoltan covered his mouth with his hand and looked back at the fries on his plate. A female hand reached out and pulled the plate from his sight, so he looked up at the waitress clearing the table.

“How was everything today? Can I get you anything else? Any desert?” she asked in the polite way waitresses do.

“Oh, no, we’re fine,” The older guitarist responded, a grin still painted on his face.

“Good,” she smiled back, “One check or separate?”

“One’s fine.”

“I—I can get it,” Zoltan offered, holding out an open palm.

“Nah, I got it.” When the other man looked like he was about to argue him again, he added, “I mean it.”

Jason paid their lunch bill and then the two of them headed back to Zoltan’s car. Once inside the sleek, black vehicle, the older guitarist leaned over the console between the seats and kissed the younger man’s scruffy face. He turned to face him and then their lips connected in a long, sweet embrace, broken only to be rejoined.

“So you’re crazy about me, huh?” he asked him slyly. Zoltan narrowed his eyes and then shook his head at the windshield.

“Sure.”
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