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Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts	By : KioraDragon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
BIG WARNING: The first part of this chapter has a really, really explicit sex scene. It's between Johnny and Jimmy. Its got some cbt and s&m in it. So if your not into that please just skip down to the plot half it'll be marked with asterisk.

Chapter Six: Aftermath

Johnny took the side of his lip between his teeth. He looked up through his dark lashes at his lover, who currently had him pinned against the kitchen counter.
Jimmy growled low in his throat and pressed his lips against the shorter man's. Johnny had been teasing him all morning… well, since they woke up. He hadn’t looked at the clock to confirm the time, considering he had other, better things to look at: Johnny soaking wet from a shower.

He had been unable to tear his eyes away from the sight as Johnny realized that he was awake. Johnny leaned against the door frame, small drops of water smoothly making their way down the bassist’s torso. His hips covered by a towel almost too small to be considered an actual towel and not a face cloth.

Jimmy had been any where from somewhat hard to achingly so after that, which had inevitably led to their position right now: Jimmy pressing Johnny into the counter top with the bassist’s jean clad legs wrapped around his waist.

Jimmy slid both hands down under the younger man’s ass. His fingers flexed in a grabbing motion and released. He was half supporting the bassist and half groping him. The younger man moaned against his mouth and dug his own fingers into the drummer’s shoulders. Jimmy grinned against Johnny’s lips and bit down lightly on the bottom one, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it briefly. He released Johnny’s lip in favour of going after the shorter man’s neck.

Johnny gasped as he felt his lover place soft butterfly kisses up and down his neck. One of his hands released its grip on his shoulder and ran up into the older man’s hair, fingers clenching in the black strands. He whimpered as Jimmy started to bite and suck the sensitive area just below his ear. He cried out and bucked his hips up as the drummer lightly ran his tongue over the shell of his ear and sucked on the lobe. Johnny wanted to curse the man for knowing him so well, but could not get his brain to function to save his soul. Just that little bit of Jimmy teasing him had made him into the drummer’s new rag doll.

Jimmy smirked against his lover’s skin. He squeezed his fingers again and could not help the moan that escaped his lips when the younger man once again lifted his hips. Their erections rubbed together, creating an intense friction. Jimmy raised his own hips to meet Johnny’s and looked directly into his lover’s eyes.

Johnny was panting slightly and small mewls were escaping from the back of his throat. He met Jimmy’s eyes and leaned in for another kiss. His eyes shut on contact and his lips parted as Jimmy ran his tongue over them. He kissed the drummer back hungrily, his fingers creeping through and clenching the taller mans’ hair.

Jimmy brought one hand up from under Johnny’s ass and ran it up his bare chest. He bit at the younger man’s lip, feeling a shiver go through the bassist’s body. He lightly ran his finger tips over the smooth skin. He paused at his lovers nipples, loving the way the younger man arched his back. He brushed his thumb over the pink skin and smiled against Johnny’s lips when it hardened slightly.

The bassist whined as Jimmy kept playing with his nipple. He took the hardened nub between his fingers, rolling and pulling on the small bit of flesh. Jimmy broke away from his lover’s mouth, delighted at the sight of the shorter man trying to follow his lips. He leaned in, kissing the sensitive spot right behind the younger man’s ear. He hummed against the soft skin and breathed soft words into the other’s ear. "Uh, baby. It’s been way too long since we could play," he smirked at the broken whimper his words pulled from Johnny.

Johnny arched his back and pressed his hips into Jimmy’s as much as he could. "Jimmy, please," he mewled his own fingers were pawing at the drummer’s back. He buried his face in the side of the taller man’s neck, kissing and biting at the available flesh. He was so hot and bothered already. His erection painfully contained within his jeans and rubbing against the denim was doing nothing for his patience. "Bed, please baby," he whispered; his voice low and needy. He licked his dry lips, but didn’t quite get a chance to catch his breath as Jimmy’s tongue flicked over one of the hard nubs on his chest. He let out a broken cry as Jimmy pulled the sensitive flesh between his teeth and lightly bit down, slowly increasing the pressure.
Jimmy’s fingers slowly crept down to the waist band of his lover’s jeans. Undoing the button and zip, his fingers slid into the opening. He moaned as his fingers came into contact with the hot flesh of Johnny’s erection, extremely happy the bassist had gone with out under wear after his shower.
The shorter man imitated the noise and arched, his one hand clutching the drummer’s shoulder the other grasping at the counter trying to find purchase on the smooth surface.
"Poor baby," Jimmy cooed, "You’re leaking so much," he whispered against the skin of Johnny’s neck as his fingers slid over the head of the younger man’s cock. He loved hearing the tiny broken whimpers and whines coming from his lover. He pulled his hand away much to Johnny’s chagrin, but began to pull the jeans off the shorter man.

Johnny had to remove his legs from Jimmy’s waist in order to get his jeans all the way off. Once the denim was in a pile on the floor, Johnny grabbed his lover’s wrist and pulled him in the direction of their bed room.

Jimmy twisted his wrist out of Johnny’s hand and grabbed the other man’s forearm and pulled him back, kissing his lover hard. He slowly walked them to their bedroom stripping his own pants on the way. Naked flesh rubbing and sliding together sent the two into a frenzy. Their moans echoed off the hallway walls.

Reaching their bed room Jimmy pushed his lover onto their bed. Johnny landed on his bottom and looked up at the drummer. The bassist licked his lips and Jimmy groaned. He ran his fingers through the shorter man’s hair and cupped the back of his skull. He pulled Johnny forward a bit and let out a low groan as a soft tongue slid over his erection. He watched through half lidded eyes as the bassist licked and kissed all around his aching shaft.

Johnny placed tiny kitten licks all around the head of his lovers aching cock. The sides of his lips forming a smile at the small, desperate noises that came from the older man. He was somewhat surprised when Jimmy pushed on his shoulders: forcing him to lie down on the bed. He took a shuddering breath as he looked up at the drummer.
Jimmy nodded his head upward and watched as the smaller man scooted backward on the bed. He knelt down and lowered his hands to the dishevelled sheets he slowly climbed up the expanse of the bed: looking very much like a stalking predator. Jimmy startled his lover as he moved up the younger man’s body.

Johnny bit his lip in anticipation, raising his hips slightly to brush against the drummer’s belly. He whimpered lightly when the taller man moved to sit back and away.

"Uh ah ah," Jimmy admonished. "Bad boy… it seems…" He trailed off as he leaned over the bassist and reached into the night stand drawer. He continued while shuffling through the drawers contents. "…that while we were on tour…" Jimmy paused once again when he found what he was looking for. "…you forgot how to behave," He finished, showing off the item in his hand to the blonde.
Johnny gasped and squirmed at the sight of what his lover was holding. "Jimmy-" He whined and mewled in the back of his throat as the drummer wrapped long slender fingers around his aching shaft. "Please, no," he whispered as he ran his hands up the drummers’ forearms. Fingers trailing small patterns on the way back down. Johnny pleaded again; it had been well over two months since Jimmy had made him wear that particular cage.

The cage was a simple design: a leather cock-ring with a separator for his balls. There were thin little strings; Johnny was not entirely sure what they were made of, that attached to a metal ring that fit just under the head of his dick. Connected to that ring was a small curve of metal, at the end of the curve was a tiny metal pearl that fit snugly into his slit. Following the pearl was a long slender shaft that fit inside his own.

Johnny whimpered again and tried to shrink away as the cold surgical steal cock plug touched the head of his shaft. Jimmy’s legs tightened around either side of his thighs, preventing any more struggling. The bassist gasped and let his jaw go slack as the small length was pushed all the way into him. He took in a few ragged breaths as Jimmy twisted the metal ring into place. His fingers twisted in the sheets and his eyes fell shut, unable to look at the piercing blue of his lover’s. Johnny breathed out a groan as the leather ring was snapped into place at the base of his erection. He bit his lips as Jimmy’s fingers pulled his balls into the cage as well.
The bassist was panting by the time Jimmy removed his fingers from the hard flesh. Johnny made small pathetic little noises in the back of his throat, his poor, aching shaft was filled with what felt like a tree trunk instead of the small metal plug.

Jimmy took one of Johnny hands in his own, lacing their fingers together, and wrapped the other around his lovers’ dick. His fingers gently caress the shaft, trying to sooth the pain of stretching to accommodate the metal length. He bent down and pressed his lips softly to the blonde’s.

Johnny calmed considerably at his lovers gentle touch. The pain from the plug was dissipating with every stroke of the drummers skilled fingers. After a few minutes he felt Jimmy take the small metal curve between his thumb and index. He whimpered when Jimmy moved it from side to side, and moaned when the taller man used the little bit of slack to pull the plug out and then push it back in. He gasped at the sensation, opening his mouth for Jimmy’s tongue to slip past his lips.

Jimmy ran his tongue over the bassist’s trying to coax it’s playmate into action. The drummer smirked and pulled away after the need to breath became an issue. He looked down between them, eyeing his lovers cock. He nuzzled the side of Johnny’s neck and whispered "Look."

Johnny breathed in a sharp breath as his lover’s words ghosted over his ear in a warm breath, but he complied with the order none the less. His eye slid down the dark haired mans body, he followed the tattooed word down the others torso to his own cock trapped and caged. He bit his lip at the sight of his impaled shaft. He watched as Jimmy’s fingers pressed down on the metal curve and let out a strangled gasp as the bead was pushed further into his slit. His eyes followed the long fingers as they traced the thin lines from the leather ring to the metal one. His whole body shuddered when two of the digits lightly skimmed the smooth skin on either side of the top ring.

He was so distracted by one hand that he hadn’t realized what the other was doing. Until his eyes were drawn to the object in the older mans hand. Johnny sucked in a deep breath at the sight of the huge blue dildo. It had been given to them as a gag joke on their anniversary last year. If Johnny hadn’t known better he would have sworn that Brian had mad a clone of Matt’s, as the lead guitarist liked to call it, ‘horse cock’ and wrapped it up for them.

"Do you remember the first time we used this?" Jimmy asked, making sure that the bassist’s attention was on the blue monster. He grinned at the nod from the younger man. He bent down over the shorter man and kissed and nipped at Johnny’s neck. He licked his way up to the other man’s ear, teasing his lover with light bites and soft flicks of his tongue. "Remember how I had my entire hand up inside of you?" Jimmy breathed heatedly over the blondes’ ear. He shifted and pressed a knee in between Johnny’s shut legs and then moved his other leg so that now the younger man was spread open.

Jimmy was quite smug with the affect his words were having on the bassist. He skimmed his hands down the others chest and sides. He slid them under the bassists’ thighs then lifted and spread them even more. "Hold them right there," he instructed and removed hid hands when Johnny brought his up. Jimmy slowly crawled backward; nipping, kissing, licking, and sucking all over his lover’s exposed skin. He paid special attention to the younger man’s nipples, stopping there to play a little longer.

He took one of the hardened nubs between his teeth, alternating between light and hard pressure. While he was worrying one of Johnny’s nipples with his teeth, he took the other between his thumb and forefinger.

Johnny moaned, mouth hanging open, back arched as much as possible in his position. His hands almost dropped his legs, almost. "Jimmy please… Please," He sobbed. Even with the plug stuffed into his cock he had pre-cum leaking out around the little bead that was pressed into his slit. "Ahhhh," Johnny all but screamed as the drummer licked around the throbbing head of his dick. He whimpered when the tip of Jimmy’s tongue flickered over the metal pearl, licking up all the liquid his shaft was leaking. The older man lifted up his head a little and looked right into Johnny’s eyes as he swallowed.

Johnny mewled and arched his hips upward; which was slightly awkward without the use of his legs, when a wet finger pressed against his entrance. The blond briefly wondered when his love had managed to lube up his fingers but immediately lost the thought when a second finger joined the first. He whimpered and sighed as the taller man opened him up. A sharp cry fell from his lips as the drummer’s fingers presses against his prostate. His calloused finger tips clenched around his legs from the pleasure as he squirmed and writhed on the bed. His lover was taking an insanely long time adding fingers and prepping him.

By the time Jimmy pulled his fingers from the shorter man; Johnny could have sworn that had he not been wearing the cage, he would have come at least twice and been ready for more. When the drummer slowly pushed the blue dildo into him, Johnny could only gasp and pant seeing as his throat was raw from screaming.

The bassist’s breathing was ragged once the entire length was held inside him. He looked up at the older man through half lidded eyes. "Jim, more," he rasped after a few gentle thrusts with the toy. It didn’t take long for Jimmy to thrust the entire blue monster in and out of the small bassist. It was not long after that that the younger man was moaning and begging for release.

Jimmy smirked at the blond beneath him; highly impressed that after all he had been through Johnny had not once let his legs drop. "How’s about a treat for the good boy?" He said. It wasn’t a rhetoric question, more of a suggestion to him self. None the less Johnny nodded emphatically.

"Watch me," he murmured, his voice taking on a husky quality. When he was sure that Johnny’s eyes were on him; Jimmy used his free hand to trail small and intricate patterns down his neck and collar bone. They pinched his nipples and played there for a few seconds before diving down to wrap around his leaking cock. He moaned softly in the back of his throat as he stroked himself. After a few seconds of teasing, Jimmy stopped thrusting the dildo into his lover. He used that hand to fondle his balls. "Keep your eyes on me," he whispered when the lids of his lovers’ eyes fell shut.

Johnny snapped his eyes back open looking at Jimmy’s blue eyes before…

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Matt grumbled to himself as he pounded on Jimmy and Johnny’s door. Had he been a cartoon character, steam would have been coming out of his ears. He growled and banged on the door harder. "Jimmy! Get your dick out of Johnny’s ass, and answer the fucking door." He scowled at the door.

"Ok, ok. I’m coming," Jimmy yelled from inside.

Matt had barely waited for the door to open before he barged in and began ranting. "Get some Goddamn clothes on and grab your significant other; we have to find a new fucking rhythm and lead," he yelled glaring at the drummer.

Jimmy stood shocked and wide-eyed at the door; forgetting entirely that he should be pissed at the intrustion/interuption. He stared at the singer with startled confusion then blinked a few times.

"What the fuck are you standing there for? Christ, pull on a shirt and get you’re shoes," he ordered, standing there livid.

"OK," Jimmy said loud and firm, "First off, you will NOT speak to me like that in my own home." The drummer loomed up over the singer, using every inch of his height. "Second, what the hell are you on about? Why do we need a new rhythm and lead?" As Jimmy said it a light seemed to click on in his mind. "What did you do?" he asked suspiciously, backing down and away from Matt.

"I didn’t do shit. I went over to talk about Zacky, and that fucking paedophile was…" Matt raged but was cut off.

"What?" Jimmy asked, not sure if he had heard correctly. "What did Brian do to Zacky?" he asked fiercely ready to go and rip the guitarist to shreds if he had even laid a finger on the boy inappropriately.

"Nothing, that fucking shit said that Zacky had wanted to be four again and…" Matt was once again cut off.

"Wait a minute, so Brian didn’t touch Zack?" The drummer asked, highly confused.

"No, but he doesn’t think this whole thing is as fucked up as it is," The singer half yelled.

Jimmy sighed a breath of relief, "So, did you call him a paedophile to his face?" The singer was not really making any sort of sense at the moment.

"Hell yeah! Why else would he fucking take care of Zacky?" Matt argued.

Jimmy crossed an arm over his chest and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So basically you accused him of paedophilia…" Jimmy shook his head. "Maybe he’s taking care of Zack because… HE"S THE ONLY ONE THAT ZACKY WILL GO TO!" he screamed, not believing that his friend could have been so cruel.

"Don’t tell me you don’t think whole thing is fucked up?" Matt asked incredulously, not believing his ears.
"Of course it’s fucked up Matt!" Jimmy yelled back not noticing that his lover was now standing in the entrance to the hallway. "Zack is not supposed to be four! But exactly how do you propose we fix that?!?"
Jimmy stared at the singer not really looking for an answer, but trying to drive his point home. "Freaking out about it is not about to make Zack 26 again."

"Well yeah but… Why did Brian have to take him! It should have been me! I’ve known Zacky longer!" Matt yelled stating his injustice.

Jimmy pulled back, understanding dawning on him. "Did Brian deck you?" He asked checking the singer over for a bruise from a fist.

Matt drew his brows down in confusion and shook his head. Jimmy nodded and stepped closer to the shorter man. "Ok, then I’m gonna do it for him," he said calmly, not giving the singer a chance to register what he had said, Jimmy threw all his weight into the punch. It landed square across Matt’s jaw, knocking him flat on his ass.
"This isn’t just about you freaking out over Zacky being four. This is you freaking out because he didn’t choose you," Jimmy scowled. He shook his head in disappointment. "I can’t believe you. You jealous asshole. Get the fuck out of our house," The drummer said his voice soft yet deadly.
Matt stared at the taller man indignantly as he got up. "You don’t know what you’re talking about," he scoffed.

"Don’t come back till you’ve apologized to both Brian and Zack," Jimmy said stone cold.

"Fuck you!" Matt screamed and slammed the door on his way out.

Jimmy blinked at the door taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. He turned to find his lover standing there, a look of compassion on his face. "Hey baby." Jimmy half smiled and went to stand in front of the younger man. Johnny wrapped his arms around the drummers’ waist and Jimmy returned the hug. The two of them had talked about what had happened to Zacky the night they had returned home. Both were bothered by the situation but came to the conclusion that there wasn’t really anything they could do about it. They were as helpless as Zacky was.

"We should go over to Brian’s" Johnny said softly, as he pulled away from the taller man. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel and headed over to the refrigerator. He opened the freezer and pulled out a two handfuls of ice. He wrapped them in the towel and pressed it to Jimmy’s knuckles.

Jimmy smiled as his lover held the ice to his hand. "Thanks babe." He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Johnny’s lips. "Come on, lets go get dressed and make an appearance at Brian’s" He smiled and swatted Johnny’s ass with his uninjured hand. He had been so upset with Matt he had noticed the stinging in his knuckles until Johnny drew his attention to it.

It took at least seven knocks, ten door bell rings, and twenty curses before Brian opened the door. The guitarist stood to the side and let his two band mates in. He looked like death warmed over. His hair was a mess. His eyes were red and there were still some tracks from where the tears had made there way down his face. He looked crushed, like his world was about to end, and there was only one thing keeping him up right.

"Matt stopped by ours not too long ago," Jimmy stated.

Brian’s body took on a more slack position. His shoulders slumped and his head lowered. "Come to kick me again? Call me a paedophile?" Brian looked as though he were physical fighting back tears.
"Come to take Zacky from me?" The guitarists’ voice wavered.

Jimmy’s jaw hung slack as he watched his friend. There was no other way to describe the man other than completely and utterly defeated. "No, Brian. That’s not why we’re here," he looked at the guitarist sadly and cursed Matt. He took a step forward and hugged the broken man in front of him.

"Why would he say that?" Brian gasped out as Jimmy held him.

"He’s feeling hurt, and jealous. So he lashed out at you," Jimmy tried his best to comfort the man in his arms.

"Jimmy knocked him on his ass," Johnny said quietly trying to bring even a small smile to Brian’s lips. It worked; the edge of the lead guitarist’s thin lips quirked upward.

Brian breathed out a small laugh and released Jimmy. He lifted the hem of his shirt up and wiped his face. It didn’t help much but it was an improvement.

"So where is Zacky?" Johnny asked eye’s scanning around the first floor.

Brian walked into the kitchen and made himself a glass of water; he had cut down on drinking with a four year old in the house, "He cried himself to sleep in my arms after Matt left. He’s still in my bed."

Jimmy huffed, pissed with Matt all over again.

Brian gulped his water down. The cool liquid felt great going down his throat. He glanced at the clock and sighed, Zacky would be up from his nap soon, "I’ll go get Zacky." He paused at the door way of his kitchen and turned to look over his shoulder. "Would you guys’ mind getting the cheese slices from the fridge, bread and a frying pan out, please?" he asked, but didn’t wait for a response before he started up the stairs.
Brian opened the door to his bedroom as quietly as he could. Ichabod was lying at the foot of the bed, guarding his daddy from those who would try to make him cry again. Icky had looked up at him for a brief moment, recognized him and put his head back down on his paws. Zacky was lying under the covers of his bed with Syn snuggled close under his arm. Brian smiled at the sight of the four year old sleeping peacefully. It made him feel like the nightmare Matt had put them through happened a lot longer ago than it actually had.

As cliché as it was, Zacky looked like a little cherub. His dark lashes lightly kissing his pale chubby cheeks. His brown hair was scattered on the pillow and his forehead. His lips were parted slightly and he was drooling on the Brian’s pillow. The drooling Brian could have done with out, but the little boy still looked far too cute laying there.

Brian sighed and leaned against the door frame for a bit. "How do I help you Zack?" he mumbled to himself. "Just give me a hint," he begged quietly.

Zacky whined softly and shifted under the covers. Brian walked over to his side and sat down by Zack’s waist. He laid a hand on the boy’s back and gently shook the four year old’s shoulder. Zacky’s eye’s blinked open slowly he made cute sleepy noises in his throat and stretched.

"How does grilled cheese for lunch sound?" Brian asked as Zacky rolled over and sat up. At the mention of grilled cheese Zacky instantly perked up. His eyes widened and he smiled hugely.
"Yeah!" He cried excitedly.

When the two reached the kitchen Zacky held on to Brian’s pant leg when he saw the others. Jimmy and Johnny were standing at the stove top cooking up grilled cheese sandwiches. "We started with out you," Jimmy said smirking at his innuendo. Brian raised a brow and put across the message that he wasn’t amused by the drummer.
"Sit down," Jimmy said and stuck out his tongue at the guitarist. Zacky climbed into Brian’s lap when the older man sat at the table. It didn’t take all that long to cook the sandwiches and shortly after Brian sat down two plates were set in front of him.

Zacky looked down at his grilled cheese and whined. He tugged on Brian’s shirt to get his attention. When the guitarist was looking down at him he pointed to the plate and began talking without moving his mouth.
Brian looked at the plate and groaned; one of them had cut Zacky’s grilled cheese in half. He had accidentally done the same thing this morning with a peanut butter and jelly. But that had been easily remedied. Brian had eaten that one and cut the one he was going to eat diagonally. He couldn’t do that now, both his and Zacky’s were cut in half.

Both drummer and bassist looked for the cause of Zacky’s distress when they heard him whine. "What’s the matter?" Johnny asked.

Brian looked up from the little boy in his lap to the other two. "You didn’t cut it diagonally," he stated. "PB&J and Grilled Cheese need to be cut diagonally, if not it’s the end of the world." Both Jimmy and Johnny looked at Brian with a raised brow. "Seriously," he continued. "God forbid, it isn’t cut diagonally, ‘cause if it’s cut in half, all hell will break loose… all over the kitchen," Brian said straight faced.

Jimmy and Johnny both waited a few seconds before busting out laughing. "That’s crazy, why does it matter?" Johnny asked.

Zacky did not take kindly to being laughed at. "’Cause it doesn’t taste the same!" he cried and glared, or rather attempted to glare at the drummer and bassist.

Brian looked rather unsurprised at the four year-old’s outburst. He gave the other two men and ‘I told you so’ look before he started to comfort the distressed child in his lap, "Hey Zacky how about I cut your Grilled Cheese in a special way?" Zacky looked up at him and sniffed. After a second, he nodded and looked back down at his plate.

Brian put the two halves back together on the plate. He took the knife Jimmy was holding out to him and cut the sandwich diagonally. He set the knife down and then pulled the four slices apart and held one up to Zacky.

Zacky took the slice from Brian’s hand and nibbled at it. He looked at his sandwich slice for a second before smiling up at the guitarist. "It’s yummy," he said and munched on the rest of his Grilled Cheese. Lunch went rather dully after that.

Jimmy and Johnny were still at Brian’s when it was time for Zacky to go to bed. Of course, much like every night, it was a battle and a half to get the four year old to sleep. He had tried ‘Seize the Day’ first but before he could get the first line out Zacky had demanded a story and then one that Brian made up.

"Kay, now will you sing me my song?" Zacky asked after he had gotten both stories.

Brian smiled and nodded. It didn’t even take the whole song to get Zacky to sleep this time. He was extremely happy to find that when ha went back down stairs into his living room; he didn’t find Jimmy and Johnny making out on the couch. Instead, the two were talking.

He sat down in a chair opposite them when they noticed that he was back. "Dude, what the hell are we gonna tell his family and his girlfriend?" Johnny said, not really looking for an answer but more of a discussion on the matter.

"Mmmm," Jimmy. "If we don’t tell his parents, we at least have to tell Matt," Jimmy paused and chuckled at what ever idea had popped into his head. The other two gave him a funny look and asked to be let in on what was so amusing. "Matt’s gonna be a big brother now," Jimmy grinned.

Brian breathed out a small laugh and shook his head. "True," he conceded, "but for now I don’t think we need to worry about the girlfriend issue. They had some fight before TOC and Zacky hasn’t called her since." Brian shrugged he briefly wondered if it was her that broke his friends heart. He didn’t think Zacky was that in love with her. He immediately dismissed the thought. No, that bleach blond tramp wasn’t who Zacky was hurting over. Brian blinked slightly surprised with himself, had he really just thought that about Zack’s girl.

The three continued to talk, coming up with hypotheses as to how Zacky came to be four. Their guesses were any where from: Aliens did it (Jimmy) to, a voodoo priestess wanting revenge for him sleeping with her daughter (Johnny), to him want some form of an escape from what ever pain he was dealing with (Brian).
They talked about ways they could try and get him back to being 26. Jimmy suggested they offer him up to the aliens again. Johnny whacked his lover off the back of his head and rolled his eyes. The bassist was actually being serious now.

They continued tossing around ideas on what could have happened, what they could do, and what they were going to tell Zacky’s family.

"Ok, sorry, but I have got to kick you guys out," Brian yawned as he stood up.

"Aww! Does Brian need his beauty rest?" Johnny teased. Brian scowled at the shorter man.

"Don’t be an ass! You live with a four year old and see how much sleep you get," Brian grumbled and escorted his band mates out. Opening the door to his bedroom, Brian groaned. Icky and Zacky were both sprawled out and some how both small bodies seemed to take up the entirety of his bed. He went to his bed and moved Icky to the foot of the bed. He lifted Zacky and moved him so he was not longer taking up Brian’s side of the bed. Brian grabbed the pair of pyjama pants he had worn to bed last night and looked at them with pure contempt, he hated wearing anything but boxers to bed.

Brian sighed as he crawled into bed; he pulled the covers over him and was dead to the world even before his head hit the pillow.

Chapter Six END

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