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An Epic of Time Wasted	By : AlyShadows Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Avenged Sevenfold or anyone associated with them, and I do not profit from this.

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- 1-An Epic of Time Wasted
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The loud crash of drums and riffs of guitars floated through the tiny basement. The garage band that practiced there was in its zone, focusing only on getting their songs perfect and making sure their sound was them, exactly the way they wanted. Music was their life and their dream was to make it big some day so they could prove to all the assholes and fuckheads that made their lives a living hell every day that they could be somebody.
When the song came to an end, the five guys stopped and paused to take a breather. They were all sweaty and tired, but they knew they had to push on. To End the Rapture had to be finished and it had to be recorded.
“Did we get Brian’s guitar right this time?”
The guitarist looked up at the sound of his name. Their lead singer, Matt, was striding over to the computer that was sitting in the corner, all the recording equipment they could buy sitting next to it. Matt stopped the recording and opened the editor so he could play back what they had just played. The opening sounds of a guitar solo floated from the computer. The other four members of the band came up behind him, silent as they waited to hear if Brian’s notes were in perfect alignment with the rest of what they played. That seemed to be their only problem, although they thought it had something to do with their equipment: everything would be perfect, except for Brian’s guitar, which seemed to trail in the background like an echo of their other guitar, Zack. All five guys cheered as the guitar flowed perfectly with the rest.
“Damn we’re amazing!” Jimmy, the drummer, exclaimed, throwing an arm around their bassist, Matt W.
Zack chuckled as he knuckle-bumped Brian. “Damn straight,” he agreed with a grin.
“Now we just have to save this, then record the rest of the back-up vocals. Then we can send it to some recording studios.”
“What’re you guys up to?”
The five jump and quickly turn in order to see the shortest sixteen year old male they’ve ever known, Johnny Seward. The band mates groaned and turned off the music playing through the speakers. They all looked annoyed as they turned to him.
“What?” Matt snapped. “What the fuck do you want now?”
Johnny grinned. “Just wondering what you guys are doing.” He looked over at Matt W. “You know I’m a way better bassist than you.”
Matt W. glared and Jimmy and Brian quickly grabbed his arms before he could jump towards the offending youth.
“Dude, you can’t just walk up to us and say that,” Matt said. “We don’t fucking care how cool you think you are. Matt’s our bassist and there’s nothing going to fucking change.”
Johnny grinned. “Want to bet?”
“That’s it!” Brian spat. He pushed Matt W. and Jimmy away from him and stalked over to the small bassist. “Let’s go, short shit.”
Johnny protested as Brian grabbed his arm and hauled him away from the garage. Johnny laughed as Brian took him around the edge of the house and threw him into the siding. He winced as his back hit the gas meter, but he still grinned up at the taller teen, a smug look upon his face. Brian knew it was because his actions got a rise out of them and that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Listen, you little fuck,” Brian spat. “You need to stay the fuck away. We don’t care how hard you think you rock the bass. We have Wendt. We don’t need some sixteen year old twat running around after us insulting our bassist.”
“But I—“
“Shut up!” Brian roared. He raised his fist and pounded them into the house on either side of Johnny’s head, making him jump and wince. “Just go the fuck away.”
Johnny stool shock still for a minute, trying to register Brian’s words in his mind, before a slow smirk spread over his face.
“What?”
“Make me.”
Brian’s mouth dropped open and he snarled. “Excuse me?!”
Johnny pushed himself away from the house and stood about an inch away from Brian, his breath collecting with the nineteen year old’s. Brian’s breath sucked deeply into his lungs as he paused, his eyes searching over Johnny’s face and the parts of his body that he could see before he knew what he was doing. The next second he tore himself away, glaring at the shorter kid.
“Fuck off, jackass,” he grumbled. “I’m not queer.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Bull shit. You didn’t just check me out because you’re straight.” Brian just shook his head and turned to stalk off when Johnny’s voice stopped him. “If you leave now, you won’t get what you really want. Which is me. You want to fuck me into this wall and you know it.”
Brian’s mouth dropped open and he turned around, his eyes slowly looking up at Johnny’s.
“So what if I do?” he murmured. Johnny smirked. “What’s in it for you?”
Johnny shrugged. “The simple pleasure that I got to fuck Brian Haner. And no, I’m not kidding. I’m sure you know how hot you are. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for three years.”
“You’re sixteen.”
“So?” Brian just stared at him. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you haven’t been dying to see how tight my ass is.”
“To tell you the truth, I’ve never given it a thought.”
“Well, are you now?”
Brian stayed silent. Johnny smirked.
As he took a step closer, Johnny backed himself up against the house again, looking at Brian eagerly. Brian took another step so he was less than a foot away from him and slowly let his eyes travel the length of the boy’s body, stopping at one certain spot that had managed to grow since they first got out there and twitched when Brian’s eyes landed there. A slow Brian Haner signature smirk spread over Brian’s face as he took that last step so he was against Johnny’s chest. Johnny looked up at him, his light brown eyes full of lust as he licked his lips.
“Sure you can handle me, kid?”
“I was born to handle you.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “Don’t get fucking cute.”
And then his lips were fucking Johnny’s. Johnny gasped as Brian wasted no time in gaining control and shoving his tongue down his throat. Johnny moaned as he eyes shut and he wrapped his arms around Brian’s shoulder. Brian pushed Johnny roughly back against the house, holding him there as he made Johnny his bitch.
“This isn’t my house,” Brian grunted as he pulled away for a quick breath of air. “You make a fucking noise, you’re dead.”
“I won’t.”
Brian nodded once before his hands found Johnny’s belt buckle. Johnny bit his lip as Brian made it a point of skimming his talented fingers over Johnny’s erection. His hips thrust and Brian pushed him back down, sending him a warning glare, before finishing and roughly pulling the belt from its loops. It fell to the ground next to them as Brian next went for the button, and then for the zipper. Johnny was panting and he threw his head back as Brian reached his hand in and roughly grasped his hard cock. Johnny whimpered, but was silenced when Brian squeezed a bit roughly as he pumped his hand up and down.
His lips attached to the younger boy’s quickly. He tongue circled through his teeth and the top of his mouth as he brought Johnny to the edge of orgasm before he let go. Johnny softly gasped before Brian broke the kiss and brought his head back, looking heatedly into his eyes.
Johnny quickly got the hint and his trembling hands went for Brian’s belt. Brian rolled his eyes as he had to finish because Johnny was being too clumsy. When his belt was lying next to Johnny’s, Brian put Johnny’s hand back on his pants, silently asking him to finish. Johnny had no problem in getting his pants unbuckled. He squatted in front of Brian before gently lifting his hard, leaking cock from inside his boxers. Brian shuttered, but threw his head back when the pre-come was licked from his head. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open in a silent scream. Johnny licked down the shaft, once down and once back up, stopping to swirl around the purple head, before he slowly swallowed Brian’s whole length. Brian sighed as he hit the back of Johnny’s throat. He eagerly started slurping at Brian, almost as if he was sucking on a lollipop and not a dick. Not that Brian minded…he silently praised the boy because as of that second, Johnny was officially the best blow he’s ever gotten.
Brian growled when he felt the familiar coiling in his stomach. Johnny obviously didn’t know the signs of near-orgasm. He was pulled to his feet a second later and silently shoved into the house again. Brian shoved the pants and boxers down his legs and turned him around. He put his arms on the wall, crossed, and laid his head on them. He licked his lips in anticipation as he heard Brian drop his pants. He heard Brian spit and a moment later, there was the dull head of Brian’s dick at his entrance.
He spread his legs, knowing it’d be a better angle for both of them. Brian grabbed his hips and held him steady as he suddenly, in one thrust, buried himself inside Johnny’s ass. He bit his own arm to keep from crying out in both agony and passion. Brian grunted his approval as Johnny’s walls closed around his cock, keeping him in place before Johnny’s pain faded enough to let go. He slowly started to move. Brian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He would never admit it, but Johnny’s the tightest, sweetest ass he’s had. Not that he'd had a lot…
Brian thrust a couple more times before he switched angles and hit Johnny’s prostate dead on. Johnny bucked wildly, little sounds coming from the back of his throat at an attempt to keep quiet. Brian smirked and thrust harder. He reached around and grabbed Johnny’s erection, which tore Johnny between thrusting onto Brian’s cock and into his hand. Brian chose to oblige him and do both at the same time, making him practically sob.
He was close and he knew Johnny was, too. His thrusts got shorter but harder, trying over and over again to bring himself over that edge. Johnny came before him. Before he knew it, the small annoying bassist was coming all over his hands, whimpering and trembling against Brian. Johnny’s walls contracted around him, tightening so much he couldn’t move and one little thrust had Brian’s head thrown back and a deep sigh coming from his throat as he emptied himself into Johnny’s ass.
Johnny slumped against the wall, panting. He twitched as Brian brought himself out and wiped the end of himself off before pulled his jeans back up and grabbing his belt off the ground. He threaded it through the belt loops of his jeans before grabbing the pack of Marlboros from his pocket, sticking one between his lips, and lighting it up. He looked at Johnny just as he slowly brought his pants up, wincing as he picked up his belt off the ground.
“Is it all you hoped it’d be, short shit?” Brian asked through the cigarette.
Johnny looked up at him, a slow smile spread across his face.
“More.”
“Good.” Brian let out a puff of cigarette smoke. “You tell anyone, it’ll never happen again. Then we both would’ve just wasted our time here.”
“It’s going to happen again?!” Johnny asked, excited. Brian lightly chuckled at the eager look on the boy’s face.
“Don’t tell anyone, Seward. And maybe.”
Johnny grinned as Brian turned and walked back to the garage. But Brian couldn’t help the smirk that spread over his face.
Maybe that kid’s not totally useless after all.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi everyone! So I used to be on here under a different username, of which I don't think I can remember nor can I remember the login information. But I'm back, re-reading stories that I have before, and posting some newer ones of my own. Hope you liked this and leave me some reviews! I'd love to hear them. :)
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