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Another Teen Love Story	By : Belah Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Another Teen Love Story
Author: Belah
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zacky/Shads
Disclaimer: I do not know, own or have any affiliation with the members of Avenged Sevenfold. They are merely, a physical base for the characters that I create in my stories and I mean no slanderous or hurtful intentions towards them. This fiction is but that, fiction. It is a mere reflection of images produced by my mind.

Zack was sprawled out on my bed, flipping idly through the latest edition of Revolver when I entered with two bottles of Coke in my hand. I held one out to him and smiled before seating myself beside him, one leg curled under the other. “Anything good?”

He hook his head in a negatively, closing it and taking the bottle from my hand. I watched his fingers wrap around the red cap and twist to break the seal. Taking a drink from the bottle he recapped it and quickly flopped onto his back, resting the plastic on his lap wringing it between his hands.

“So did you hear, Johnny’s mom is trying to nail Jimmy with statutory rape charges?” he quirked a brow questioningly as he looked in my direction.

I nearly choked on the pop as it caught in my throat. “What?”

“Yeah, she walked in on them fucking, since Johnny’s only gonna be turning seventeen next month and Jimmy’s gonna be twenty-one later this year…” he trailed off.

“Shit, that’s not even cool.”

“Tell me about it.” Zack looked up to the ceiling as if memorizing the patterns of specks and cracks. “Hey Matt, how bad is it that I’m going to be twenty and I still haven’t gotten laid?”

“I can’t help it you’re a loser, Baker.” I teased him with a wide smile and watched his eyes narrow.

“Fuck you, Sanders, fuck you.”

“You wish.” My tongue darted out in a truly childish manner as he swatted my side. “Oh, harder.” With a wink I stood up and moved to my CD rack, browsing through. “Anything you want to listen too?”

There was a brief silence before Zacky replied. “Bleed The Dream.”

I found the CD and put it into my stereo, pressing play before skipping forward a few songs.

“You always had a way with words. In letters back and forth we'd send. Back when we were foolish kids. The world was only as big as a heart…” I sang along with Zacky, flopping melodramatically down onto the bed, my head falling onto his stomach. His green eyes lit up as he laughed and started to run his fingers through my hair. His eyes turned back to the ceiling and we continued to sing the words low, the artists vocals louder than ours but so distant.

“Hey Matt?” he asked, still toying absently with my hair.

I turned my head on his stomach and blinked. “Hmm?”

“Nothing.” He cast me a brief glance and smiled, holding my eyes a moment before looking back to the ceiling.

There was something hidden in his eyes that dulled that brilliant emerald to olive. I gathered myself up, sitting at the head of the bed to stare down at him. “What’re you thinking about?” I asked as the song finished and the next began.

He forced his interest from the cracks to me, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his hand. “Just thinking, I don’t know.” He shrugged casually as much as he was able.

“Feel like talking about it?”

“I don’t know.” He crumpled a little before shifting onto all fours. He crawled the short distance up the bed to my lap, nestling in like a kitten an eighth of his size. He turned those wide green eyes, so innocent and full of question up to me and my heart broke. I wasn’t sure why but it had, just a little, a small crack from what I saw in his eyes. “I’m not going to be some storybook cliché and tell you about this ‘friend’ of mine who likes a friend of theirs…”

His thoughts trailed off as he heaved a small sigh and bite his bottom lip, chewing on his piercings. It appeared as if he were trying to think of how to finish his thoughts. “Matt, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just,” he stopped there and time slowed.

It was like a Matrix moment; time warped and grew impossibly measured as his full, scarlet lips moved towards my own. The soft clink of metal on metal filled my ears, surpassed only by the beating of my own heart. His lips felt like nothing I could have ever imagined. They were soft and rough, tender and abusive all at once in the brief kiss we shared. And I could taste him, the cigarette smoke, the thick bitter bite of the whiskey we’d drank earlier and faintly underneath everything something that could only be described as innately Zachary Baker.

His eyes had closed at some point during the exchange and I smiled as I watched them flutter back open. That broken look that had been there moments ago had been surpassed by a bright flicker of hope and lust.

I sat staring at him our lips inches apart, our breathing a hot moist press of air on each other’s mouths and smiled. The distance faded as our bodies were drawn closer by some invisible force, attraction as most would call it. We met in another kiss, this one growing to be more than the first. The tenderness and love I felt for my friend spilled out through my lips and into him as the same feelings were returned. I tentatively lifted a hand to cup Zack’s cheek and stroke the soft skin with the pad of my thumb, memorizing the feel of him under my fingertips. The gesture brought a soft sigh from him and made me smile, temporarily breaking away to allow us both to recapture our breath.

His lips were redder than before we’d kissed and slightly swollen from the gentle abuse. I smiled, loving the knowledge that I’d done that, that I’d brought the pale flush of red to his cheeks. I leaned forward with no pull but the one of my soul reaching out for the man sitting across from me. I reclaimed his lips, determined to make them redder, and swollen to the point of discomfort. He didn’t protest as my fingertips slipped behind his head to tangle in his short hair. He only melted further into the kiss and encircled my waist in his arms. As I parted from him once more, reluctantly but needing to steady my ragged breathing and pounding heart, I became aware that he was no longer curled in my lap but straddling it instead. A knee rested on either side of my thighs and his groin was pressed firmly to my stomach.

I could tell I wasn’t the only one enjoying our current situation as the soft panting sounds of Zacky’s breath could be heard over the stereo and his head rested upon my shoulder. His breath was hot and sticky against my neck, sending shivers though my body. I gripped his hips and smiled, chuckling in a low, raspy voice. “That tickles, Zack.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, sending another tremor up my spine and giggled with a feline glint in his eyes. He blew softly against my neck and made me shiver yet again. He didn’t apologize this time, instead he leaned closer. I could feel his lips like a weight on my skin though they touched nowhere. I bit down on my lip, curious as to what he would do but discovered shortly as his soft, moist tongue lapped at my throat like a small cat at milk.

My shivers grew into small shudders as I gripped his hips and choked on a soft moan. “Zack.” He stopped and sucked on his bottom lip, looking up at me. “You’re enjoying the fact that you’re making me squirm, aren’t you?” My voice was low, raspier than normal.

“Maybe,” he said with a mischievously smug smile.

I returned the look, my eyes darkening with the promise of lust. “Perhaps I should see if I can make you squirm.” He shivered at my words. I laughed low in my throat and stole a chaste, innocent kiss. “And I didn’t even have to touch you.”

I watched his teeth worry his bottom lip before crushing mine to his in yet another kiss. My hands slithered down his body and over the swell of his ass, cupping his rear in my palms fully before lifting him enough to lay his body back against the mattress with my own pressing down on top of him. I supported a portion of my weight on my knees, not lying fully against him, afraid of smothering his body. He seemed so frail in comparison to me. His arms were thinner and less toned with skin more sallow and softer than my own. My hands moved from under his body. My left shifted beside his head, supporting my upper body as I allowed my lower to press down. My right slowly teased up his hip, over the soft cotton of his shirt.

His body trembled faintly beneath me and I smiled. His cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes. I lowered my lips to his ear, whispering. “Do you want me to stop?”

Those impossibly green eyes met my gaze and he breathed a soft ‘no.’ I smiled down at him and pressed a tender kiss to his jaw. I sat back on my calves, straddling his groin while my fingers pushed up the shirt he wore, urging him to sit enough for me to remove it. The garment fell carelessly aside while I gave the pale skin, littered with tattoos that I’d just exposed my full attention. I converted every inch of skin, every mark of ink to memory and bit my lip as my fingers moved to trace a map of the skin to assist with the images being burned into my mind’s eye. His cheeks were still flushed when I finally lifted my eyes to his face. I knew how embarrassed he must have felt as I explored him with my eyes. Zacky was a shy person, extremely so. He talked only to those in our close circle of friends and even then the conversations were limited. He constantly felt as if he were on display for someone to examine and dissect and this time he was, but I wouldn’t tear him to shreds like the fears he harbored claimed. No, I built him up, placed him on a pedestal like he deserved and lowered my mouth to worship the pale flesh of the body under my own. I closed my mouth over his left nipple and tongued the small bud of flesh gently.

I felt his body arch gracefully as I rolled my eyes up to see his neck bowed. He pressed his head back into the mattress and bit hard on his bottom lip. I could see the first speckle of blood gather at his piercing just as my teeth pressed at the now swollen nub pressed between my eager lips. His mouth opened and the tiniest of moans trickled forth. It was enough, though. The small sound set my body ablaze with desire and passion as my cock twitched and began to throb. Soon I found myself straining against the tight denim of the jeans I wore. As my mouth moved to tend his right nipple, pressing my teeth harder this time, my right hand explored his stomach. I moved my fingers lower to rub firmly over Zacky’s crotch finding him as hard and aching as myself. The caress of my fingers and the teasing of my mouth brought a louder moan and forced his back to arch just a bit higher, lifting his ass from the mattress. I took advantage of the position and used my hand to fumble open the button and zipper of his jeans, awkwardly using my free hand to remove them. Zack’s hands soon moved to help, shoving the restricting denim down past his knees to his ankles where he kicked them off and sent them across the room.

I relinquished his nipple and proceeded to press various love-bites and butterfly kisses to his chest. He whimpered softly and began to run his fingers though my hair. It was then that I lifted my head and turned to kiss the inside of his wrist. He smiled at me and let his hands fall to the hem of my shirt, pulling it upwards, urging me to sit up. I did so and helped him take it off, tossing it among the growing pile of clothing littering the bedroom floor.

He smiled up at me, the first signs of anxiety filling his eyes. I leaned down close to him, my nose pressed to his, our lips brushing as I spoke. “This goes as far as you want.”

He nodded carefully, our eyes never separating.

I slowly, cautiously slid my hand down his body and teased my fingers over his length, my touch like the haunting memory of a past lover. His breath hitched in his throat, forcing a gasp past his lips as his green eyes hid from the world. He grew lost in the sensations, his long, thick eyelashes fluttered over his cheeks. The sight of him like this: under me and responding to my touch, was almost unbearable. I wanted more, I wanted to watch him writhe and moan in pleasure as my fingers stroked him, as my tongue worked him.

Determined, I firmly wrapped my fingers around his cock. I was amazed at how perfectly he fit into the mold of my fingers, how silken his skin felt to my nerve endings and mostly, I was amazed at how beautiful he looked in that moment.

His eyes reopened and he smiled at me, his abused bottom lip once again caught between his teeth as he fought to stifle the sounds desperately trying to flow forth from his mouth. I kissed him then, hard and hungry. I swallowed his sounds of pleasure as they came; I drank them as if it were the waters of life given to me by the gods.

Zacky’s eyes grew darker with each swift pump of my fist. I could feel his muscles starting to grow tense and moved my hand. He groaned in protest. I shimmied down his body and once more wrapped my fingers around the base of his erect cock. I darted my tongue out over the tip to silence any comments he was about to make. As his head fell back my lips parted and I took him into my mouth. I felt the tip of his penis brush the back of my throat, felt how he fit my mouth perfectly, how my tongue molded to him and worked that all-too-soft flesh that I held between my lips.

Strong fingers pulled at my hair and I rolled my eyes upwards, peering through eyelashes, to see Zacky’s hands tangled in my hair. The sight caused me to moan loudly around his length. The sound sent a wave of vibrations along his cock. He let out a moan of his own.

He did not beg for more. Zacky did not ask me to go faster. He did not urge himself deeper into my throat. No, instead he allowed me to set the pace, my head bobbing slowly and hungrily between his legs. I would draw back until only the tip of his erection was wrapped between my lips and I would press myself back down and take him as deeply into my throat as my body would allow until my nose pressed to those coarse, yet soft, dark hairs. Zacky’s moans and graceful arches and collapses of his back were my encouragement as I continued my ministrations until I felt his spine bow and his toes curl against my waist and tasted the faintly bitter and salty taste of his cum spill into my mouth and trickle down my throat. I swallowed the fluids greedily, savoring their taste. Savoring Zacky’s taste.

The sounds of his moans, the sight of his body arched and the pull of his fingers in my hair were enough to bring me as well. I’d never had someone force me over the edge with mere visuals and audios. And I knew no one else ever would.

As he fell limply back to the mattress, I pulled away. His softening cock settled in the hollow of his thigh as I moved back up his body to kiss him. I could still taste his cum on my lips and wondered if he could taste it as well.

“Mm, I want to know what you taste like,” he whispered into the kiss.

“Later.”

“Promise?” he asked with those playful eyes.

I returned his smile and kissed him chastely. “Swear it.”

He accepted my answer and settled back on the bed, wrapping himself around my torso. I held him close in a protective embrace and we drifted into a peaceful slumber. Neither of us spoke of love, for we had no need.
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