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When You're Looking to Syn	By : AlyShadows Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He loathed his job. The stupid rich people who thought they could boss him around because he didn’t have two hundred bucks to throw away on a meal, his stupid boss who thought Zack was a clumsy idiot who couldn’t do anything right, everything just got on his fucking nerves and practically had him pulling his hair out every night, and to add on the stupid headwaiter thought that he was a fucking plaything and couldn’t keep his fucking hands off him.
With a sigh, he went to the table that was just cleared of people. They were the worst tonight; looking down their fake noses at him as he took their plates and cleaned up around them. With a roll of his eyes, he picked up the waiter’s tip that was only five dollars compared to the, literally, hundred and fifty dollar bill. He shoved it in his pocket as he picked up the plates and cups and put them in the bucket he carried. Next, he picked up the cloth napkins and hung them over the edge of the bucket. He picked up the cleaner he carried and the cloth over his shoulder and sprayed the table down before wiping it. Once it was sparkling, he put things back and picked up the bucket and made his way towards the kitchen.
His steps faltered a bit when he looked up through the fringe of black hair in front of his eyes and caught some brown-eyed kid across the room staring at him. His own green eyes widened a little bit as the kid smiled, no he fucking smirked, causing Zack to run into the edge of the door and the dishes to rattle in the bucket. He quickly looked away and gasped, his face turning beat red as everybody else in the whole fucking restaurant turned to look at him.
“Zack!”
He heard his boss’ voice and he closed his eyes, groaning inwardly. He winced when the scary Greek man stood in front of him, his oily face red and his beady little black eyes glaring down at him in fury.
“Sorry, sir,” he mumbled. “I…tripped.”
“Trip on your own damn time. Get going!”
Zack bit his lip to hold back the smartass remark just waiting to come out of his mouth, and he nodded. He pulled the bucket back so he could walk around the edge of the doorjamb before pushing through the swinging doors. He didn’t look at anybody as he entered and took the bucket to the sink to hand over the plates and cups, then grabbed the napkins and took them to the laundry room.
He took the bucket and walked back into the dining room to search around for more dishes to clean up, and he felt those eyes on him. He glanced up, his still red face turning even redder, as he caught the smirking boy.
“Hey, waiter!”
Zack looked over at a man sitting at the same table he was at. He groaned, but put on a smile and walked over to him.
“I’m not a waiter, but can I get you something?”
“Another bottle of wine? The most expensive one you’ve got.”
The woman next to him gasped and put her hand on his arm. “Brian! Are you sure?”
He smiled. “Of course! The best for my future wife.” She giggled and kissed his cheek as he laughed. Zack chuckled and bowed his way out.
The other boy was still staring at him, his eyes burning a hole in Zack. He could feel them all over him. They were taking off his clothes inch-by-inch, piece-by-piece. He shivered as he went through the door back to the kitchen. He sighed, closing his eyes to shake out the feelings. For one thing, this kid obviously came from a good family. After all, he was eating in this place, his father buying a thousand dollar bottle of wine for his fiancée. He was wearing expensive clothes; he had an air of confidence around him that just screamed sexual. And besides all that…he was fucking beautiful. Shoulder length brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, powerful shoulders…God he was just sex on a fucking stick.
And Zack knew he was way out of his league. Zack was just a busboy, a servant, someone meant to just shine the shoes of that boy out there. As much as he undressed Zack with his eyes, he knew that he would never been good enough.
Gulping, he bit his lip as he grabbed the bottle from the wine cellar and made his way back to the kitchen, and then to the dining room. He took a deep breath as he walked back to that table. The boy looked up the instant Zack stepped next to their table. Zack ignored his smirk, and instead smiled at his parents as he held out the bottle.
“Perfect!” the man exclaimed. He moved his glass closer and Zack opened the bottle to pour out a sip. He tasted it, looking thoughtful, before smiling. “Exquisite taste.” He smiled. “Thank you, young man.”
“You’re welcome,” Zack said. He poured the rest of that glass, along with one for the man’s fiancée. He set the rest of the bottle on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Not at the moment, thank you.”
Zack smiled and bowed away again. He blinked and bit his lip as he walked away, the boy’s eyes on his ass. He was tempted to sway a little bit more than normal, but he stopped himself and walked into the kitchen.
He sighed and sat down in a chair in the corner. He was getting tired, and he hoped this table cleared out soon. He only had an hour left, and he just wanted to stay away from the kid until he could get out of there.
.x.x.x.x.
He let out a sigh as he pulled his coat closer and walked out the back door. It was finally ten PM and he was headed home. He pulled a pack of Marlboro’s out of his pocket and stuck one between his lips before he lit it. He smiled and sighed when the smock collected in his lungs, then burst back out through his lips.
He had changed into a pair of tight jeans, a Metallica shirt, and ratty Converse, along with putting his snakebites back in. He felt normal again, like himself.
Yet another reason that kid shouldn’t be near me, he thought. There’s no way he’d really like the real me. He sighed and shoved his lighter back in his pocket. He leaned against the building, his foot resting against the brick behind him.
“I never thought you’d get out here.”
“Fuck!”
He dropped his cigarette, cursing as he quickly leaned down to pick it up. He looked around the alley, his green eyes searching over the area until they caught the source of the voice. His eyes widened when he saw the boy from earlier leaning against the wall, much like himself, about ten feet away. He put a hand to his heart to steady the racing. In the fall, his cigarette had stubbed out, so he took his lighter back out to light it up, but the other boy shook his head. Zack paused as the boy pushed off the wall and walked closer, digging in the pocket of his expensive looking pants. He held out a lighter, probably worth about twelve of Zack’s Bic’s. Zack slowly, hesitantly leaned in and let the cigarette burn orange before pulling back.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
The boy shrugged, smirking that smirk that made Zack shiver again. “Least I could do for scaring you.”
Zack frowned. “You didn’t scare me. You…startled, me.”
The boy just raised an eyebrow and Zack turned away, unable to keep his smoldering gaze. The boy however did not turn away, and he just stared at Zack. Zack shifted his feet as he sucked the cancer stick to the butt. He went to take another one from his pocket, but he sighed and turned to the boy.
“Why were you looking for me?” he muttered.
The boy chuckled, leaning against the wall next to Zack.
“Why do you think?” he asked.
Zack shrugged as his suddenly trembling hands went into his pockets to grab his Marlboros again. He lit one quickly and looked at the ground.
“You know those things can kill ya.”
“Then why are you smoking them?”
“Because I can.”
Zack just rolled his eyes and put the cigarette in his mouth.
“So you never answered me.”
“About what?”
Zack sighed. “Why were you looking for me.”
The boy smirked again and took a step closer, shrugging softly. “Because I want you.”
Zack’s eyes widened and he choked on the smoke he just inhaled. He coughed, his green eyes locked on the boy.
“Excuse me?!”
He chuckled. “I want you. Fuck, I wanted you the instant I saw you. That damn uniform was so tempting. Your ass looked so fine in it.”
Zack gulped and he slowly looked up at the boy.
“You don’t even know me,” he murmured.
“I’m Brian.” He smiled. “And you?”
“Zack,” he said hoarsely.
Brian chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Zack.”
And then Zack’s back was tightly pressed into the wall, his back digging into the bricks. Brian pressed his lips tightly against his own, his tongue instantly sweeping in Zack’s hot mouth to claim him as his own. Zack gasped, tensing for a moment before he let his arms wrap around Brian’s neck. Brian mumbled something, but Zack wasn’t in any mood to figure out what, so he just kept himself pressed tightly to Brian’s chest.
His body was on fire and he felt himself start to writhe against the other boy. Brian’s hand had started to move up and down Zack’s back, carefully running over the gentle swell of his ass and moving their lower bodies closer together.
Zack gasped as Brian’s lips moved down his jaw line and to his neck, nibbling on his pulse point, before moving up to his ear and nibbling on Zack’s earlobe. Zack moaned and thrust his hardening dick against Brian’s. Brian moaned and ran his hands to the back of Zack’s thighs and lifted him, slamming him back into the wall again.
Zack reached down, almost shyly, and went for the button and zipper on Brian’s jeans. Brian yanked his head back, looking at Zack through wide eyes, and Zack just smiled softly and let his fingers move to let Little Brian escape from his prison. Brian gasped and his eyes fluttered shut as Zack pulled him from his pants. He bit his lips as sharp bursts of air escaped him.
Zack sat back, staring down at the other boy in awe. He was huge, and Zack knew that at some point tonight, that shaft would be deep inside him.
Oh fuck, this is going to hurt.
Brian’s eyes opened back up and he smirked at the look on Zack’s face. Zack’s eyes flickered up to meet those chocolate browns and he gently thrust his hips against the other boy, making his smirk falter a bit. Zack knew what he wanted, and this was his way of telling Brian. Zack wantedhim.
“You know, you’re a fucking tease,” Brian grumbled.
“So punish me.”
Brian’s eyes widened before he growled and shoved Zack against the wall. Quickly tugged at the button and zipped of his pants, he set Zack on the ground and shoved the pants around his ankles before picked him up again. It was Zack’s turn to smirk.
He knew he wasn’t prepped and he knew it would hurt, but screw it, he needed to be fucked.
“C’mon, Brian,” Zack groaned. “Fuck me.”
Brian growled and the next second, plunged himself deep inside the other boy. Zack screamed as the pain radiated through his lower body. He started to tremble and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pleasure to come.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” Brian gasped. Zack just nodded faintly and concentrated on breathing. “J-just relax.”
Zack tried to, he tried like hell, but he felt like he was getting ripped in half.
“Fucking move,” he grumbled, hoping that if Brian would be able to strike his prostate, the pain would fade.
Brian bit his lip and nodded and started to move in and out of the boy. Zack slightly groaned as the pain slightly increased. He opened an eye and had to gasp at the look of pure rapture on Brian’s face. Then it didn’t seem so bad because he was helping to pleasure Brian, even if he didn’t get any himself.
But a couple thrusts later, he cried out as Brian struck that place Zack so desperately hoped he would. He bounced himself up and down, willing Brian to go faster. The pleasure was surely taking over the pain.
“Fuck, Zack,” Brian mumbled in his ear. His hand moved to the back of Zack’s head and he pulled Zack’s face towards his, pushing his lips into the boy’s. Zack eagerly let him take over his mouth. He moaned when Brian used one leg to hold him against the wall, still pounding, and used his other hand to grab into Zack’s neglected weeping erection and pump rapidly.
“I’m not going to be the only one coming,” Brian grunted.
Zack felt the familiar stirring in his gut as soon as he said those words.
“Fuck I-I’m close,” Zack moaned.
Brian pushed his hips faster, further striking Zack’s prostate with every thrust.
“Then come. C’mon,” he urged. His voice was just a deep raspy breath and the combination of that and his continued assault on his prostate brought the screams from Zack’s throat a second later.
“Brian!” he screeched, squeezing his eyes shut as he erupted over Brian’s hand. Brian felt Zack’s ass tighten around him, and he shot his seed into the boy’s ass, filling him completely as he moaned.
Zack’s body came down from the high a second later and Brian let him slide off his now soft dick. He grunted as he fell from Zack’s warm body, and Zack stumbled before getting a grip on the wall to hold him up. Slowly, wincing, he leaned down and picked up his pants, buckling them up. Brian was already tucked back in his pants. He was lighting a Marlboro. Zack grabbed one from his pocket and held it out for Brian to light. As he inhaled the smoke, he looked at Brian through his lashes. He was looking right back, smirking.
“What’re your hours?”
Zack raised an eyebrow. “Five to ten on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Four to seven on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Three to five on Saturdays. I’m free on Sundays.”
Brian smirked and took another inhale off his cigarette.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Same spot.”
Not waiting for Zack’s reply, he turned on his heel and walked off towards the other end of the alleyway. Zack’s eyes were wide as he watched him walk. Slowly, a grin formed on his face. He stubbed out the burnt out cigarette and followed the path Brian had taken.
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