Something In My Head | By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Zack bit back another groan trying not to push into Syn’s body, Syn’s unique smell was all around him, Zack moved trying to get away from the hot breath that tickled his ear and felt an unmistakable hardness against his upper thigh.
Reality: He isn’t
Denial: No
Sex Drive: *Hell Yeah*!!!!!
Zack was pissed, horny, and frankly very surprised, the little fucker was intentionally trying to get him up. Fine, two could play that little game.
Zacky pushed his leg into Syn’s erection and was rewarded when the guitarist’s breathing hitched. Zack pushed harder, Syn’s hips jerked forward, the arm around his chest tightened. Syn let out a tiny moan, he moved from Zack’s side and half straddled him instead. One of Syn’s legs slipped between Zacky’s, one hand was above his left side the other next to his head, his other leg supported most of his weight on the right side of Zack. Zack squeaked as Syn moved his leg up to rest gently against Zack’s own erection. Syn slowly rocked against Zack’s leg, whimpering.
Sex Drive: Oh God, that is so hot
Reality: Who knew someone humping our leg would be a turn on
Denial: This isn’t happening; Johnny and Rev are still in here!
Sex Drive: So we’ll charge ‘em
“Fuck, Syn.” Zack pushed against his leg holding back a scream as pleasure coursed through him. Syn pushed back, with a muffled groan he started to rock against Zack faster. Zack felt his heart speed up with every small sound Synyster made.
Reality: You remember what happened last time our heart sped up
Denial: Oh shit
Sex Drive: What? Fuck!
“Syn, ah, fuck, Syn! Nurses, the nurses.” Zack arched into him as he spoke, Syn didn’t stop grinding against his leg, “What?” Just then footsteps echoed down the hallway, Synyster swore quietly and pulled himself away from Zack.
Reality: Well, what the fuck are we gonna do now
Denial: Lie.
Sex Drive: Disconnect that fuckin’ monitor and go back to what we were doing
The door opened and for the second time that day two nurses rushed in asking him if he was okay.
“Yeah, just, uh, a nightmare.” Zack was eternally thankful for the darkness of the room, the two nurses checked the equipment and left.
“What happened?” Johnny was next to him again, sleep still heavy in his eyes, Zack felt guilty for waking his band mates, “It’s nothing Johnny, just a nightmare, I’m okay now.” Johnny nodded and again disappeared into the dark, he was soon replaced by Syn, “Nightmare huh? I thought you were enjoying it.” His hand ghosted down the blankets toward Zack’s lower body.
“Dammit Syn, they’ll come right back!”
“Fine, fine,” Synyster pulled a chair next to the bed, “but if that’s the case I’m gonna have to sleep here tonight.”
Syn kept his word, sort of, when Zack woke the other guitarist was in the same position Johnny had been in when he first woke up.
Reality: We must have a really comfy shoulder or somethin’
Denial: I thought we were kinda boney
Sex Drive: I say we wake him up and continue where we left off
Denial: We’re not going to ‘continue’ anything. Nothing happened
Reality: You can’t will that away
Sex Drive: Nope, Synyster was *totally* making out with us last night!!
Denial: No, that was just one of your messed up fantasies
Reality: No, that really happened.
Denial: No, it didn’t
Sex Drive: If it was one of my fantasies Billy would’ve been there.
Denial: It is way too early to be dealing with you
Brian stirred and slowly opened his eyes, he sat up rubbing his neck, “I dunno how Johnny sleeps like that.” Said bassist was curled next to Jimmy on the fluffy looking chair next to the window. Brian stared at them for second then turned his attention to Zack and started when he saw him awake and looking at him.
“Sorry, thought you knew I was up.” Zack watched him, trying to figure out if he would be the one to bring up the previous night.
Reality: He’s probably doing the same thing, we should just say something
Denial: There’s nothing to say
Sex Drive: I think we should change his name to ‘Synfully Good’
Denial: No
Sex Drive: Fine, that’ll be our pet name for him
Reality: He doesn’t seem nervous
Denial: We are not giving him a ‘pet name’
Reality: This is driving me crazy!
Denial: Why, there’s nothing to bring up
Reality: *glare*
Sex Drive: Lemme talk to him
Reality: What are you going to talk about?
Sex Drive: Politics ^_~
Denial: You are not talking to anyone
Reality: That’s it just ask him
Zack took a breath, but was cut off when Brian looked at him, “I’m sorry.” The guitarist looked away again, back to Jimmy and Johnny.
Sex Drive: Sorry you didn’t finish
Reality: Meh?
Denial: What’s he apologizing for?
Reality: Shut up
“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t really thinking. I…I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.” He still didn’t look at Zack, his soft voice sent shivers down Zack’s spine.
Sex Drive: Just imagine him whispering all kinds of naughty things
Denial: Don’t you dare
Reality: He really does sound sorry.
“S’okay Bri, I obviously didn’t mind.” He reached over and lightly held Synyster’s calloused hand in his own, “I still don’t.” Zack felt a burning blush run across his face.
Denial: No, we didn’t
Reality: Dammit SD
Sex Drive: Muhahahaha ^_^
Synyster finally looked at him, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
Sex Drive: He just looks kissable, lets find out
Reality: Go hide again
Denial: No!
Brian pulled his hand away and gently ran his fingers through Zack’s tangled hair; his other hand stroked his cheek as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Sex Drive: Aww, we love you too, now kiss a lil’ lower
Denial: Why do you always have to ruin the good moments
Sex Drive: I’m only tryin’ to make it better
Brian rested his cheek on Zack’s forehead and sighed; Zack reveled in the friendly love he felt coming from him.
A small whimper from Johnny pulled Zack out of his semi-asleep state; he whimpered again and lightly shook his head.
Reality: Aw, poor baby, he’s having a nightmare
Sex Drive: Or a crazy make out session with Jimmy =D
Denial: Let’s go with the nightmare
Jimmy didn’t let the nightmare last, he pulled the small bassist closer to him and held him protectively; Johnny quieted and relaxed into a deeper sleep.
“Huh.” Syn had pulled away from Zack and now looked at the pair with a raised eyebrow.
Reality: You know he knows what’s going on
Denial: There’s nothing going on
Sex Drive: Yeah there is and so help me, in one way or another we’re going to be part of it.
Reality: No we aren’t, they seem perfectly happy together
Denial: Because they’re friends
Sex Drive: Boyfriends ^_^
Zack shook his head ending his mental argument and froze. There was a bright white something sticking out from under Syn’s short sleeve shirt. Zack reached out a hand and lightly ran his fingers over the rough material, “What’s that?” Brian turned his attention back to him and then looked at his arm, “Just a graze.” He brushed the question off.
Reality: A graze? A graze from what!? A fucking bullet?!
Denial: No, probably scraped his arm or something
Reality: -_-
“You said Matt and I were the only ones that got shot.” He looked at the gauze worriedly. Syn rolled his sleeve up and let Zack see the small bit of fabric that covered part of his arm, “You are; I just got a graze. They covered it to keep infection out.” He rolled his sleeve down again and went back to stroking Zack’s hair.
Reality: Doesn’t matter, a bullet still fuckin’ hit you!
Denial: If he says it’s not that bad, then it’s probably not that bad
Sex Drive: Let’s kiss him better.
Zack decided not to push the matter and relaxed into Synyster’s touch.
“Are you gonna start purring?” looked down at Zack with a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.
“Meh, maybe.” He tilted his head so Synyster’s rough fingers brushed his forehead; Brian let out a quiet laugh. They were silent for awhile, Zack slowly being lulled into sleep by Brian’s gentle ministrations.
Curiosity: Sooo, do we know what the hell happened?
Reality: No, he tried to tell us last night…
Sex Drive: W00T!
Curiosity: Then let’s find out!!
Denial: We don’t need to know that
Reality: Yeah we do
“What happened?” Zack’s voice was quiet and laced with sleep, Brian’s hand faltered, but didn’t stop.
“A guy snuck in a .38…they think,” he broke off and took a breath, his hand stilled, “they think he was aiming for you. Matt must’ve seen him, he pushed us out of the way, that was when he…when he got shot in the chest.” He stopped again; Zack could feel the blood drain from his face.
Reality: They wanted us, but got Matt?
Denial: They were probably just shooting whoever was at the front of the stage
Zack carefully reached up and pulled Synyster’s hand down, lightly holding it in both of his.
“How do they know?” Zack tried to suppress the shivers that were running through him.
“How do they know what?” Brian’s voice was quiet; he gently squeezed one of Zack’s hands.
“How do they know he wanted me?” Zack couldn’t hide his trembling anymore, Syn laid down next to him like he’d done the night before.
“He tried to hit you four times. The first shot hit Matt in the chest…second hit the stage, third hit you, and then the fourth one, went…somewhere else I don’t remember.” Zack had his head nuzzled against Syn’s throat, still shaking.
“I thought Matt was hit twice?” Silently he wished he’d heard wrong the day before.
“He was, he pulled you away from the front of the stage after you were shot…apparently that pissed the guy off…so he took another shot and caught him in the stomach, then the fucker shot himself.” Brian carefully held Zack to his chest as the smaller guitarist shook.
Reality: He’s dead? Is that good?
Denial: Why us?
“When did you get hit?” Zack felt sick.
“The fourth one went past me.” Syn’s voice was remote, almost emotionless.
Reality: If we hadn’t gone over to play with Syn, Matt would be fine
Denial: Johnny was with us
Reality: The only reason the first shot missed us was because Matt saw him aiming at us, he would’ve killed us and been on his merry way
Denial: How do you know he wouldn’t have taken a shot at Johnny after we died?
“It’s my fault.” Zack could barely hear his whispered words, but somehow Syn did. He pulled away from Zack and like Rev gently took his head in his hands, “This is *not* your fault. None of it,” Brian placed a gentle kiss on his temple, “and, no, it would not have been better if he had just killed you. I’d rather be at the fucking hospital than a funeral.” His words ghosted over Zack’s forehead.
Denial: We’re not going to think about this anymore
Reality: ‘Kay
“How’s Matt?” He looked into Brian’s eyes and saw a brief flicker of pain.
“We’ll see today, they said he was getting better last night…it took the anesthesia longer to wear off than it should’ve. They weren’t sure if he was going to wake up.’
“He was awake last night?” Zack let hope build in him.
“No. They don’t know when he’ll wake up. They were talking about his waking brain waves or something medical like that.” He clarified; Zack felt his small balloon of hope burst.
Denial: I think we need another subject change
Reality: I agree
Sex Drive: Let’s talk about anatomy
Denial: Not that kind of subject change -_-
Reality: We need to get away from death and suffering
“So…the order of events on Tuesday was: Wake up at an ungodly hour, do an interview with a total bitch, tickle Matt, sleep, get ready for the show, get shot, almost die, and surgery.” Zack felt tired, but he didn’t want to go to sleep and leave the other guitarist with his thoughts.
“Yeah, basically.” The distracted tone was back in Synyster’s voice.
Zack gave a pained and shaky snicker, Synyster pulled back to look at him questioningly. “What a shitty day.”
A/N: M’kay…I don’t think I have anything to add…soo…thanks for reading so far and for the reviews! I think as a reward we’ll wake Matt up in the next chapter. ^_^
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