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Relax	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1951 -:- 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.

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A/N: *Gasp* She’s back! Hooray! LOL…Anyway…
I don’t have any affiliation whatsoever with the movies mentioned.

Matt winced and rotated his shoulders trying to work the tension out before they took the stage. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Zack watched him and then sighed; the stubborn singer refused to go to a missus because he claimed it was ‘too girly.’ And now here he was, once again, tossing and turning in his bunk and trying to will the pain away. The stage lights dimmed and the band ran a final check on their earpieces, instruments, and pant’s zippers before the technician gave the okay and they darted out onto the stage to the cheers of thousands of fans.

After the show Zack decided to chill with Synyster and Johnny and sign things for the fans. Jimmy, after five minutes of coaxing, decided to go with them too but Matt shook his head and headed back to the bus.

They spent an hour hanging out with the fans; autographing, hugging, talking, and just enjoying themselves before security came to escort them back to the bus so they could make it to their next show. They piled onto the bus and Zack immediately started looking for their stubborn singer, “Matt…Matty…”

The bus stayed quiet; Jimmy hopped into the bunk section and shook his head, “Not here, the curtain’s open.”

“Back lounge probably.” Brian said yawning; then he brightened, “You guys wanna watch a movie?”

“What movie?” Johnny asked grabbing a water out of the refrigerator. Brian shrugged, “I dunno. What haven’t we watched in awhile?”

They moved to the back lounge still trying to decide on a movie to watch.

“We haven’t seen Jaws in like a year!” Johnny argued. Brian rolled his eyes, “Whatever. We haven’t watched Ghost Ship in like a year.”

“I vote The Hills Have Eyes.” Zack piped in. Both Johnny and Brian groaned, “We watched that like three times last week Zack.”

They got to the back lounge where Matt was laying on the floor. He was only in a pair of red and white basketball shorts on his stomach apparently sleeping. His head was pillowed on his arms and his breathing was slow and even. His eyes fluttered and slowly opened when Brian and Johnny walked in still arguing loudly. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, “What the fuck are you two arguing about now?” he mumbled. A muscle in his shoulder spasmed and he grimaced. Zack kneeled down next to him and gently rubbed around his neck and he relaxed.

“Shads you need to go to a chiropractor or something.” Jimmy sighed. Matt rolled his eyes, “I’m fine.” He winced again and rotated his shoulders. Jimmy snorted, “Yeah I can see that.”

Zack lightly shoved him, “Lay down again.”

“You’re awfully pushy tonight.” He grumbled, but did what Zack asked. Zack snickered, “That’s the only time you listen to me.”

He sprawled out on his stomach and sighed. Brian flipped the lights off; apparently they had reached an agreement on a movie, and popped a DVD in. Zack lightly put his hands palm down on Matt’s lower back and gently pressed down. The muscles were unyielding, like granite. He sighed; this was going to take a lot longer than he thought. He looked over at the TV screen and saw the opening scene for Deep Blue; Jimmy looked like he was already half asleep and Johnny and Brian were still picking at each other and critiquing the movie in hushed voices.

“Don’t move.” He whispered Matt nodded sleepily; quickly he got up and went to his bunk to change out of his tight jeans into looser pajama pants. When he got back from his quick change he again put his hands on Matt’s back; the muscles twitched under his smooth skin and the singer made a startled sound in the back of his throat.

“Sorry.” Zack murmured, Matt relaxed again and Zack carefully moved so he could straddle the singer’s upper thighs.

The first person he’d given a massage to was Jimmy and the drummer had made certain the entire event was as awkward as possible. It was bad enough that he had to sit on the taller man’s ass; but Jimmy took it one step farther, with his usual zeal, he moaned and groaned and begged for Zack to ‘rub him harder.’ But he had made it through the ordeal and he had been dubbed the official Avenged Sevenfold missus. He laughed at the title, he had no idea what he was doing, he only tried to mimic what he thought his own missus did to him when he was only half awake and dreaming of her hands slipping underneath him…

Softly he ran his hands slowly up and down Matt’s back feeling the tense muscles. Zack was fascinated with the different muscles in the back. He knew the big ones from working out but the first time he’d gone to get a massage his missus had spent the time rattling off all the different muscles that made up the big ones he knew. After a year or so of working on his band mates he found he could feel those small muscles; he knew what they were supposed to feel like and how they were supposed to move under his fingers and palms. Matt’s back was like a slab of marble, nothing moved.

He ran his hands over his back a few more times until the skin warmed then he leaned forward and pressed his fingers against the base of Matt’s skull and slowly kneaded the muscles. The singer made a soft sound and moved to a more comfortable position. The long muscles in his neck were high tension wires; Zack was certain that whenever his fingers or thumbs brushed one he could hear it hum. Patiently he ran his fingers over the cords and little by little they began to uncoil until they were no longer tension wires but half cooked spaghetti.

He moved his hands down to his shoulders and restarted the process. His strong fingers worked the stress out and slowly began to crack the marble slate apart into its individual muscles. His hands flowed like water across the singer’s supple skin, minutes were centuries and through sheer persistence he began to eat away at the slab of rock. The once uniformly hard surface began to fracture into large chunks and one at a time he wore those pieces down until the muscles became water as well. They rippled and flowed under his fingers; gently he parted the muscles along Matt’s spine, hard as they were they eventually relented and the singer groaned in his sleep.

Finally he ran his palms over his back one last time making sure he didn’t miss anything and got off of the singer. Matt didn’t move, his face was totally relaxed and his body stayed as lax as it had been when Zack was sitting on him.

“My turn next!” Jimmy piped up. Zack looked over at him and rolled his eyes.

“Then me.” Brian laughed. Johnny snickered, “You just want one because you’re horny.”

“Fuck yeah I am. You wanna massage my dick Zacky?”

Zack snorted, “Well in that case I’m not getting anywhere near you.”

Zack was careful when he was with Brian, he had gotten…excited a couple of times when Zack had been sitting on him. The other guitarist was always horribly embarrassed when it happened, but he was still able to joke about it.

Matt mumbled when they started bickering again and Zack absently reached over and rubbed his neck and he relaxed again. Brian stood up after a moment and stretched, “Well kids, it’s been fun but I need to jack myself off and get some sleep.” He yawned. Jimmy and Johnny laughed and Zack hushed them when Matt started to wake up again.

Zack woke up in the morning hours before the sun had even risen. He lay in his bunk sleepily staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell had woken him. He stayed silent and unmoving for five minutes before he decided it was his bladder that had woken him; he rolled out of his bunk and stumbled to the bathroom.

As he was leaving a strained whine reached his ears, he paused and listened again for the sound, it was coming from either Johnny or Brian’s bunk, “Brian?” he whispered. Either someone was having a nightmare or he was interrupting a very private time. No one answered. He walked over and peeked in the top bunk, Johnny’s face was peaceful and his breathing was slow and even. He closed the curtain again and looked in Brian’s bunk.
The guitarist’s face was troubled and he squirmed in his sleep. He whined again and tossed his head to the other side. Zack reached down to wake him up but froze. He wasn’t having a nightmare, far from it, whatever he was dreaming about was making him very happy. His erection strained against his boxers and Zack almost dropped the curtain and went back to his bunk but a wicked side of him stilled his body. Everyone else is asleep… it whispered, he looked around to make sure then he slipped into Brian’s bunk.

There wasn’t much room but the dark-haired man was too busy in his dream to notice Zack’s subtle weight on his shins. Carefully Zack pulled his boxers off and watched the guitarist hump the air, his thick member was hot and pulsing and Zack felt a small thrill go through him as he wrapped his calloused fingers around the hard flesh. Brian’s breath hitched and he whimpered. Slowly he slid his hand down his silky skin and lightly squeezed when he got to the base, Brian moaned and pushed up into him. The tiny droplets of precum that beaded on his head were a stark contrast to his dark flesh. Zack tightened his grip on him and slid up his shaft and Brian panted raggedly.

He let go of him and instead dragged a finger up the sensitive underside of his cock; Brian grunted and spurted his seed into the air. Zack started to get out but Brian grabbed his hand and pulled him back, “Not done yet.” He muttered. Zack froze in shock, but quickly unthawed when he felt Brian’s resurrected hard on press against his hand. He ran his thumb over his slit and the guitarist bit his lip to keep quiet. Cautiously he picked up Brian’s hand and pressed it against his own aching erection. The guitarist smirked sleepily and gently kneaded his hard flesh through his pajamas. Zack gasped and spread his legs more; he leaned forward slowly until his lips were hovering just above his leaking head. Brian watched him with dark, hooded eyes and slowly lifted his hips smearing his bitter essence on Zack’s lips. Zack licked the sticky stuff off his lips and wrinkled his nose, and Brian chuckled huskily. Trying to ignore the bitter taste Zack dragged his tongue across his head making Brian tightened his grip on him and he groaned quietly.

“Suck me.” He whispered as Zack continued to toy with his sensitive head. Zack pulled his tongue away from him, “I don’t know how.” He murmured and licked away the new drops of cum. Brian pulled his hand out of Zack’s pants and spread his legs a little wider, “Not hard.” He whispered, he tangled his hands in Zack’s hair and brushed his lips again with his erection, Zack’s tongue darted out and Brian moaned quietly. “Just like a sucker Zack. A nice hard sucker, just don’t bite.” He laughed and pressed himself into Zack’s scalding mouth. Zack’s sharp teeth grazed his hard flesh and he shivered in delight, Zack’s lips held him tightly and his tongue lazily stroked his slit.
“Oh fuck.” He whimpered. He pushed Zack’s head down and groaned as more of his hard shaft was surrounded by heat. Zack pulled back, “I don’t know what I’m doing.” He murmured.

“Driving me crazy.” Brian snickered, “Just take it in a little at a time and suck it and, Jesus, keep doing that thing with your tongue.” He moaned as Zack lowered his head again and sucked lightly on his head. Zack slid more of his hot flesh into his mouth and Brian gasped as his teeth dragged across his sensitive underside. He pulled Zack’s head up and off him and coated his lips and chin with cum. Zack sat up again and wiped his face with the back of his hand before he slipped his pajama pants down and wrapped a hand around his hardness and started jerking himself off. Brian watched him for a second as Zack whimpered quietly and then he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his own. Zack’s hips jerked forward as Brian lazily slid his fingers over his soft skin.
“Brian please.” He whispered. Brian humored him and moved his hand faster and Zack sighed and moved his hips in time with Brian’s strokes. Zack could feel his orgasm starting to uncoil and he bit his lip to stifle a scream and shot his load all over Brian’s hand. He fell forward as his muscles slackened and tried to get his breathing under control.

After a moment he sat up and looked at Brian sleepily, the other guitarist smirked and gently slipped Zack’s pants back on before tucking himself away. Without a word Zack climbed out of his bunk and headed back to his own.

“My turn next.” Jimmy’s low voice floated through the quiet bunk area and Zack paused before a wicked grin flashed across his face and he jumped into Jimmy’s bunk.

A/N: My triumphant return. Ha! That’s a lie, classes haven’t even started yet, I was sitting around my dorm today bored out of my mind and this is what happened. So I’ll be in and out intermittently, I’ll try to get more of my longer story written but I keep changing how I want things to play out…so that might be awhile coming…
Anyway, Thank you for your reviews ^_^
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