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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 5:
The next few days for Brian passed quickly, his head completely thrown into work, pushing his feelings right to the back of his mind where they could lay dormant for however long he desired. He had begun to grow anxious and annoyed with the lack of response he’d received from trying to find his client work. He’d emailed almost every modeling agency he could think of and find to see if they had any appropriate work going for them, only to receive emails stating that his client wasn’t what they were looking for.
He thought that all his hard work was in vain until one morning he stepped out of the shower and glanced over at his phone, seeing the little red light on the corner of his device blinking at him. He quickly walked over and grinned when he saw it was an email. He opened it with sheer delight, seeing that there was finally a response from a modeling agency. The email stated that they were in need for a male model to do a photo shoot for a particular product and they were requesting that Zack come in and do a test shoot in a few days to see if he was appropriate for them.
The grin on Brian’s face could not have been any larger then what it was. He promptly replied to the email before scrolling through his contacts until he settled on his client’s name, holding his phone up to his ear as he heard it ring several times on the other end. “Hello?” He heard Zack say from the other end after a few rings.
“Hello Zack, its Brian Haner. How are you?” Brian spoke, trying to sound professional but also trying to hide his excitement.
“Good.” Zack replied awkwardly. “You?”
“Good, thank you.” Brian said. “I’ve just received an email requesting that you come in and do a test shoot in a few days for what could be your first ad campaign as a model. I’ve got all the details here and I’ve replied saying you would be excited to do this.” He added, quickly glancing at the clock, noting that it was already eleven-thirty. “Would you like to meet for lunch and I can give you more of the details?”
There was a short pause on the other end from his client before he finally spoke again. “Yeah, okay. Where did you want to meet?”
“I’ll come pick you up and we can discuss it in the car. How does that sound?” Brian pressed, pacing around his hotel room.
“Yeah, okay.” Zack grumbled, exhaling a long breath.
“Everything okay, Zack?” Brian furrowed his brow in concern before sitting down on the bed, ignoring the fact that he was wetting the sheets underneath him.
“Uh, yeah.” Zack lied.
Brian was not convinced at all. “Alright, well I’ll see you shortly then.”
“Okay.” Zack said quietly. “Hey Brian, do you think you could not wear a suit today?”
Brian was completely taken aback by this comment. “Uh, can I ask why?”
Zack sighed again. “I just think it would be better.”
“Alright, then, I will.” Brian replied. “I’ll see you soon.” He added before hanging up his phone.
He placed his BlackBerry back onto his bedside and stared at it for a moment before he laughed at the strange request, knowing that was all he could really do after being asked that. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up, pulling the pristine white towel from his hips as he started drying himself from head to toe, throwing it carelessly on the floor after he’d finished and headed over to the small built in wardrobe in his suite.
He slid one of the mirrored doors to the right and looked at what he had hanging in there for him. He couldn’t help but laugh again; it was all suits. He walked away from the wardrobe, leaving the door open as he went for his suitcase, digging around in the bottom of and pulling out a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, quickly putting them on. He looked down at his suitcase, knowing full well that he only had old, very worn down shirts that he brought to wear to bed and work out in.
Ignoring this fact, he pulled out the small amount of black t-shirts and looked at them carefully, finally deciding on a plain black v-neck t-shirt that revealed the tiniest amount of his toned chest and showed the majority of his arm tattoos. His eyes lit up as he saw a leg of a pair of light grey jeans poking out of the bag and ripped them out before he slid them over his muscular legs and did up the fly and button.
He glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing that the jeans were a little tight on his legs and definitely accentuated his muscular ass. He shrugged, “Well, if you got it, you might as well flaunt it.” He winked at himself before turning so he was facing the mirror and decided he looked good.
He slid shut the open door on the wardrobe before heading into the bathroom once more, reaching for his hair gel and running a small amount through his short hair, spiking it up slightly before walking out of the room, having already brushed his teeth before his shower. He took the few steps across the room to grab his phone, wallet, sunglasses and keys to his rental car before heading out of the room.
He exited his hotel and was on the road to his younger client’s house in a relatively short amount of time, turning the volume up on the radio as he tapped his hands on the steering wheel along to the beat of a song he liked. The roads were relatively quiet, not many people out and about, more than likely cooped up in their offices, staring longingly out at the people who had the freedom to be out on the roads.
He arrived at his client’s house in a much shorter amount of time, pulling up outside the large iron gates and pulling out his phone, quickly sending the younger man a text to indicate his arrival. He slid his phone back into the middle console as he waited patiently for the other man. He barely had time to look up before he saw Zack slinking into the passenger seat, dressed in a pair of black skinny leg jeans and a white Misfits shirt that matched his white sunglasses.
“Hey.” Zack grumbled as he pulled his seatbelt on.
“Hey, where do you feel like going for lunch?” Brian asked, hand reaching up to turn the volume on the radio down, his brown eyes hidden behind his large Dolce and Gabbana, but they never left the sight of his younger client.
Zack merely shrugged, playing with his IPhone and refusing to look at the older man. “You can choose.”
Brian nodded, not saying another word as he pushed the car into drive before starting the drive back into the centre of Los Angeles.
The drive took a relatively short amount of time from Zack’s house due to the blatant lack of vehicles on the road. Instead of driving to the centre of Los Angeles, like Brian had originally intended, he took a right and headed straight for the beach. He parked the car in a spot that was adjacent to the pristine blue waters of the beach before he jumped out of the car, shut the door and walked to the front of the large vehicle, arms stretching above his head as he inhaled the sweet ocean air.
Zack had just got out of the car and looked to see what the older man was doing when a deep blush crept across his cheeks. His green eyes stared greedily at the other man’s perfect form, the muscles on his arms bulging as he folded his arms to rest his hands on his head, while the bottom of his shirt was slightly lifted, revealing the tiniest bit of golden brown skin and accentuating the other man’s rear end.
He felt an uncomfortable twitch in his pants, feeling the fabric tighten considerably around his crotch, the urge to run up and pounce Brian from behind was an urge that was doing all sorts of uncontrollable things to his quickly growing member. He walked carefully towards the older man, shutting the door as he went, causing Brian to turn around to look at him and smile with that perfect smile he always had, flashing those million dollar teeth.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Brian asked, dropping his hands from above his head to rest by his side.
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t really go outside.” Zack laughed awkwardly, lifting one of his slender, porcelain white arms to show the other.
Brian laughed. “You’re missin’ out Zack.” He said as he turned to lock the car with a click of his button. “Come on, let’s go get some lunch. I know a really good seafood place.”
Zack nodded, eyes dropping to the path in front of him, not even daring to look at his manager, far too embarrassed by the current situation in his pants to even lift his gaze. He finally looked up when he saw that Brian’s feet were stopped and facing him. He forced a smile as the older man held the door open for him.
Brian stepped through the door behind his client, undeterred by the younger man’s bizarre antics and stepped up to where the Maitre d was standing, looking over various items of paper work. They both slid off their sunglasses. The older man looked up and smiled graciously at his two new customers. “Table for two, gentlemen?” He grinned, picking up two menus, to which Brian nodded. “Would you prefer to be seated inside or outside?”
“I don’t mind. Do you want to sit outside or inside, Zack?” Brian asked, turning to look at his client.
Zack, who wasn’t really paying attention, only heard two words that Brian had said, those being “inside” and “Zack”, causing another bolt of electricity that shot straight to his cock. “Uh, yeah.” He managed to get out after a few minutes, only causing a concerned look from both of the other men.
Brian turned back to the Maitre d, “We’ll sit inside.”
“Right this way, gentlemen.” The Maitre d smiled, leading them through the nautically themed restaurant and right to the back, near the kitchen. “A secluded spot for you today.” He said with a knowing grin as he handed them each a menu. “Can I get you any drinks to start?”
Brian, whose eyes had barely left his clients glazed over ones, took the initiative and ordered for both of them. “Just a pitcher of water, please.”
“Right away, sir.” The Maitre d smiled before walking away.
Brian stared across the table at the other man, whose bright green eyes had a glazed over look he’d seen on other men before, but was flabbergasted to see it on his own client, unsure exactly of the reason, unless Zack had a thing for the old Maitre d. “Zack.” Brian spoke quietly. “Are you sure everything’s alright? You look odd.”
The last few words snapped Zack out of his trance, but did little to get rid of the erection that was busting to try and escape its tight confines of his jeans; the look in his managers’ eyes was something that succeeded in turning him on more. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” He said just as quietly, eyes dropping to the menu in front of him, which he pretended to be fascinated with.
Brian knew that there was more lying to the younger man’s story but decided against pursuing it, watching as the younger man turned visibly uncomfortable when he tried to find out. He looked at the menu himself, settling on his lunch just in time for a new, young waiter to come back with a pitcher of water in one hand and two long glasses in the other.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen. My name is Cody and I will be your waiter for today.” The young man said, a slight lisp could be heard as he placed their waiter and glasses on the table. He picked up his pen and placed it against the paper, ready to take their orders. “And what can I get for you?”
“I’ll get the Tiger Prawn salad with the mustard dressing, thank you.” Brian spoke, handing the menu to the waiter.
“And I’ll get the seafood salad.” Zack said quickly, handing him the menu.
“Nice choices, I’ll bring them out to you shortly.” Cody smiled before turning on his heel and walking away.
Brian stared at Zack, watched every single thing he did as he played with the corners of the placemat, picking at the loose strands of thread and how he poked at the cutlery, pushing it into the perfect position, all to avoid making eye contact with the older man. “Zachary.” Brian said sharply, a smirk creeping across his lips as he saw the younger man flinch and shoot those brilliant green eyes up to look at him. “Can you please so being so fucking weird?”
“I’m not being weird.” Zack shot back quickly. “I’m just waiting for my food.”
“You’re not even looking at me.” Brian said. “Can you at least fucking look at me for more than five seconds?” He groaned as Zack’s eyes flicked away from their intense stare off to the novelty shells on the walls. “Here I was thinking that you would be over the moon that I got you your first shoot as a model, but you’re being fucking weird! Maybe I should give this job to someone else. Is that what you want?”
“Do whatever you want.” Zack snapped back, not even looking at Brian, who was now seething.
“You are nothing but an ungrateful brat, I hope you know.” Brian hissed, to which Zack finally gave in to look at the other man, green eyes brimming with what looked like tears. He sighed, knowing he’d overreacted. “Look, Zack, I’m sorry I didn’t mean those things. I just thought that you’d be a little more excited than this.” He added, still not getting a response, only an audible gulp. “Can you just tell me what’s bothering you? I’m not a monster; I do know what feelings are.”
A slight smile crept across Zack’s face as he took a deep breath, thinking it was now or never. “It’s just that I-”
“Brian fucking Haner!!” A voice boomed across the restaurant, cutting Zack’s answer short as he turned around, watching a tall, heavily tattooed man bounding over to their secluded table.
Brian stood up just in time to be embraced by the other man, wrapping his arms loosely around him the slightly taller man with black, stuck up hair and heavily lined eyes, pulling back after a moment, a grin on his face. “Well, if it isn’t Jacoby Shaddix.”
“I haven’t seen you since High School man, how have you been?” Jacoby said, a large grin spreading across his attractive face.
“Yeah, good man, I work for Matthew Sanders at his firm. How about you?” Brian grinned, completely oblivious to the daggers that Zack was glaring at the strange new man.
“You really work for Sanders, eh? I would never have picked it!” Jacoby laughed. “But I’ve been good, I run my own music and tattoo shops and I’ve been playing a few gigs with the band now and then but nothing amazing.” He added before looking down at Zack, whose eyes were still fiercely glaring at him. “Oh sorry, I didn’t realize you were on a date.”
Zack blushed immediately and dropped his gaze as soon as Brian looked at him. “Oh, we’re not on a date.” He said quickly. “This is my client, Zack Baker.”
“Oh, I know. I’ve seen him before.” Jacoby responded with a seedy grin, leering down at him, making Zack feel completely disgusted with himself.
“Anyway, it was great seeing you.” Brian said loudly, getting the attention of the other man. “I’ll see you real soon, okay?”
“Yeah, okay man. See ya later Zacky.” Jacoby said, punctuating it with a wink, which almost made Zack dry heave before he finally left and Brian sat back down in his seat.
“Sorry, what were you saying before?” Brian asked brown eyes locking onto the other’s as he waited patiently for the younger man’s response.
Zack took a deep breath, his confidence from before had definitely left him now. “I, uh, I didn’t think you’d be able to get me a possible job. I thought I’d have to wait so much longer. It just doesn’t seem real.” He said quickly, his stomach dropping with each word, his chance was now gone.
Brian looked into the younger man’s eyes, not really buying the story but pretending to at least. “Well, I am surprised it didn’t happen earlier, you are kinda beautiful.” He said with a slight smirk that accentuated his cheek bones and only made the younger man blush harder. “I’ll be back in a minute, just gonna use the toilet.” He added, excusing himself to which Zack nodded.
He looked over his shoulder to see his attractive manager disappear around the corner to where the toilet was before he dropped his head into his hands, a large smile creeping across his face at the compliment he’d just received. But within seconds, the compliment paled to his lack of confidence, his head lifted slightly and looked at the empty seat his manager would be sitting. “I think I like you.” He said quietly. “Fuck Zack, why couldn’t you just fucking say it?!”
He looked off into the distance, imagining what could have possibly been when he saw the waiter appear with their respective dishes. The young man’s smile was almost picture perfect as he repeated their orders before placing the food on the table and then walked away, ready to serve other customers. He looked at his seafood salad; the smell of char grilled prawns was wafting through his nose as waited impatiently for the older man to return.
Brian walked back after a few minutes, seeing Zack staring hungrily at the food in front of him, causing a smile to grow on his lips. He slid back into his seat and looked at his own dish, the smell was so enticing. “You know, you didn’t have to wait for me to get back.” He grinned as he saw Zack pick up his knife a fork, ready to devour his meal.
“I didn’t want to be rude.” Zack said, though a mouthful of lettuce and prawn.
“I think you mastered the art long ago.” Brian muttered with a smirk as he started eating his own food, glad the much younger man hadn’t heard him. “So, the trial shoot is going to be on this Friday from nine am until noon, but they have specified that you get there at eight to get your wardrobe and make up done.”
“What is the ad for?” Zack asked, still shoveling his food down.
“In the email I received, it said it was for an adult product.” Brian replied.
“But that’s exactly where I don’t want to go!” Zack whined.
“Stepping stones.” Brian said sternly. “If you get this ad and blitz it, the doors for other campaigns could open right up. You need a little optimism.”
“I am optimistic!” Zack whined some more. “But what’s the point of doing an ad for something that’s probably a condom or lube or something? I could be getting paid more to do more porn scenes then what this ad will pay me!”
“That might not necessarily be the case.” Brian said calmly. “Depending on the brand and how well the particular product will be marketed, it could get you a hell of a lot more money than any porn shoot could get you.” He added. “And besides, it might not even be something you use for sex. It could be something for foreplay.”
Zack groaned. “Yeah, I guess you could be right.” He glared at the self- satisfied look on the older man’s face. “So I guess you’ll pick me up on Friday since you know where this thing will be.”
“Anything the princess wants.” Brian rolled his eyes.
Even though he knew that something wasn’t quite right with Zack, he didn’t know how he would be able to cope with seeing Zack try and promote some sort of adult product without the obvious repercussions. He only hoped that his feelings had been repressed that far in his head that such a thing wouldn’t happen on Friday.
a/n: firstly, thank you all for reading and reviewing :) I'm really excited about what i have planned for this story so keep your eyes on the lookout as there will definitely be more frequent updating :) thanks again for reading and reviewing, much love GatesVengeance x
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