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‘Bri, don’t fucking act like a child!’ I scream, getting to my feet and charging after him.  I catch him by the arm as he’s about to enter the bunkroom, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall.

‘I’m not acting like a child!  Everyone is just being real pisser lately!’ he shouts back, nearly spitting in my face.

‘Let go of me,’ he orders suddenly, trying to remove his arm from my grasp.

‘You don’t get it, do you?  We all care about you, especially me, but you just don’t give a fuck!’

‘Let go of me, Zack!’

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All of a sudden, life got hectic, man.  Shows were selling out, arenas were being changed, and we were becoming known.  Of course, we were all too preoccupied with hiding to really notice it.  Matt was suddenly way overprotective of Val, the girls were dying to come out and see us, Johnny wouldn’t go outside anymore, Jimmy wore more clothes, and Brian and I slinked away into the bus constantly, away from the noise and flashing lights.  It wasn’t until “Bat Country” was playing on every music station constantly and Matt’s phone started ringing one late afternoon that we realized what was happening.

Brian is chilling on the couch in the lounge, I curled up against him, and Matt not far away when his cell phone starts screaming.

‘’Lo?’ he mumbles into his phone.

‘What?’

He shoots up in his seat, causing me to groan in protest.  I had almost been asleep.

‘What’s going on?’ Brian questions softly, running his fingers through my hair, trying to quiet me.

We hadn’t had alone time in weeks as we’d had a show almost every night.  Matt quickly shuts his phone, looking at us with wide eyes.

‘That dude from MTV just called and said he wanted us on TRL.’

‘No way!’ I exclaim, sitting up as Brian lets out a whoop.

‘When?’ Brian asks.

‘As soon as the tour is over.’

‘Dude, we have to!’

‘Most definitely!’ I return.

We all high five before Brian suddenly squeals and jumps out of his seat.

‘Matt, how long are we in this godforsaken state?’ he queries, holding out his hand to me.

‘You know what, I think we’re gonna go out for the day.  Jimmy, Johnny, let’s go!’

Brian smiles happily before dancing off out of the lounge.

‘Zacky!’ he sings as the bus door shuts.

It opens again as our manger and driver leaves.  They’ve figured it out, but have decided to be nice and not say anything.  As I slowly make my way to the bunks, Brian breaks out in song and as I slide open the door, it’s to find him quite sexily removing his sweatshirt.

‘Hey, babe,’ I coo from the doorway, leaning against the frame.

‘Zack, is it okay if I molest you sometimes?’ he inquires, turning at my voice.

I laugh at the repeated question before crossing my arms.

‘No, Brian, it’s not fucking okay.’

His faces falls, so I just laugh harder and continue, ‘I want you to fucking destroy me.’

‘Heck yes!’

And then it’s like a bomb went off.  Brian is standing in front of me so fast, I barely have time to blink or form coherent movements enough not to fall.  Thankfully, he notices my sudden disability and helps me out, pinning me to the doorframe and grasping my waist tightly as he skips all the cute little kisses stage and dives into my mouth, sinking against me and shuddering as our tongues clash hungrily, slip past each other, and begin the exploring.

At the risk of being completely and utterly cliché, I move my hands to his neck, sliding my fingers down his front and tugging his collar down as I do, my nails dragging just ever so slightly.  He starts fiddling with the hem of my shirt, leisurely drawing it upward as a knot forms in the pit of my stomach.  This one really counts and I haven’t even lost any weight yet.  I suddenly feel exposed, ugly.

My mind takes over and I push Brian away, gasping.  I quickly reach for my shirt, yanking it back down to my belt.

‘No,’ I manage, feeling faint.

‘Zack, what the fuck?’ Brian screeches, throwing his hands up.

He starts to walk away, but I quickly jump for him, grabbing his arm.

‘It’s not you,’ I promise, running my thumb along his cheek.

‘Stop it!’ he screams, shoving my hand away.

I inhale sharply, already knowing that he has every idea right in his head about what’s going on.

‘Just fucking stop!’

I look down at my feet, feeling awfully bare.

‘Look at me.’

I shuffle my feet a little, biting my lip as I feel the corners of my eyes grow wet.

‘Fuck, Zack!  Look at me!’

When I still don’t raise my gaze, he bends down beneath me until his face is hovering just inches below mine.

‘This really fucking hurts, I hope you realize,’ he comments before leaning up and kissing me.

‘I think – you’re – beautiful,’ he says in between swapping spit.

‘And – you know what – you’re not even – the – slightest bit – fat.  Not one bit,’ he concludes before parting and lifting my shirt right up and over my head in one simultaneous movement.

‘Not fair,’ I reprimand as he sighs.

I move to cross my arms, but he just takes my wrists, pushes me against the wall, puts my arms above my head, and continues his attack on my slowly swelling lips.  Finally, he seems to tire of holding me against my will (well, not anymore at this point) as he drops his hand to my waist, the other at my neck.  I slowly reach behind him, trying to differentiate between his numerous belts and the end of his sleeveless shirt.  Near fed up, I eventually find it and begin peeling it off of him, grinning at the feeling of his sculpted stomach suddenly pressing against mine.

‘Mmm, no,’ he moans as I pull away from him to tug off his shirt.

As I toss it to the side, he immediately moves back in, his teeth scraping against one of my snakebites and making me shiver.  He bites down softly on my lip before tracing his tongue against my bottom one, ultimately moving away from me and hooking his fingers in my belt loops as he does.

He draws me agonizingly toward his bunk, keeping up with his seductive, lustful stare the whole time.  Without a word, he pulls me against him again and presses his lips lightly to mine, mouth closed.

‘You know I love you, right?’ he whispers after leaning back only slightly, our noses still touching and foreheads unconscientiously against one another.

‘And you know I love you way more?’

‘That’s not humanly possible.’

And, in that very second, the next movement is pre-decided.  I sink onto the bed, pulling Brian with me.  He skillfully climbs onto my lap, straddling my waist, and putting his lips to mine again.  In no time, he’s reaching for my belt, fumbling with the buckle as he tries to kiss as deeply as he possibly can at the same time.

‘Damn it, Zack,’ he finally complains, stopping altogether.

‘You okay?’ I question, looking up at him.

‘I can’t fucking multitask right at this moment.  It’s too goddamn confusing.’

‘One belt is hard for you?  You’re wearing three, don’t forget.  I should be the one hating on you.’

‘Just… take it off for me?  I’m done trying to function.’

‘Fine.’

While Brian leans over the side of the bed and tugs a small bag out from underneath his bunk, I quickly undo my buckle, leave it to him to get it all the way off, and then start finagling with his.  He moves back onto me, hips sinking against mine as he holds up a bottle triumphantly.

‘Very good,’ I mutter before reaching up, slipping my arms around his neck, and pulling him back down.

It’s a short kiss as he’s busy trying to get our pants down as quickly as possible.  He finally manages to get them off before kicking both mine and his to the end of the bed, all four belts jingling obnoxiously.  He just laughs softly before moving down my chest, kissing his was toward the rim of my plaid boxers.

‘God, Zack, do you wear enough frickin’ plaid?’ he mutters before swiftly removing them, not giving me a chance to be reluctant.

I close my eyes, pressing my head into the pillow as he continues his way down before licking his way slowly back up my length, causing me to squirm.

‘What are you doing?  Open your fucking eyes.’

I shake my head, trying to move my legs closer together.

‘Zack, stop!’ he demands again, moving in between my legs and holding my knees.

‘Brian, no,’ I plead, trying to sit up.

So, being the ass that he is, Brian nearly dives on top of me, pins my arms down, and kisses me like nobody’s business.  When we finally break, I’m completely devoid of oxygen and he’s glaring angrily at me.

‘Can’t you just stop?’ he begs, his heart breaking in his sinking eyes.

‘You’re killing me here, Zack,’ he continues, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck.

‘I love you,’ he mumbles, kissing around my uncovered skin.

‘I love you, too,’ I whisper back, feeling defeated.

Without waiting for me to take back my whitewashed tone, Brian quickly moves back to my hips, smiling sweetly down at me.  And then, all of a sudden, it’s like back at the hotel room when all we were doing was just first making out.  Brian is quiet and his hands are trembling while I’m frighteningly lucid and hoping to God he’s alright.  As these thoughts pass through my brain, I don’t even realize what the hell is going on down there with Brian until suddenly I’m left whimpering as he presses a finger slowly inside me.  I look down to find he no longer has his black boxers on, but I can’t see much of him anyway as he’s bent over me, busy kissing around my stomach and hips.

‘You okay, Zack?’ he asks after a little while of curling and pressing his finger around.

‘Yeah,’ I breathe, reaching down and fiddling with his hair.

‘Mmkay.’

He, for some reason, finds this as some form of confirmation, so he pushes another finger inside, making me cry out slightly.  It’s not long before he dares a third, and still only about a half hour before he pulls all three out, still silent as ever.

‘Bri,’ I whisper suddenly, reaching for one of his hands.

He looks up, his warm brown eyes calm and loving.

‘Yeah, angel?’

I smile at the familiarity before continuing, ‘Can you do something for me?’

‘Anything baby.’

He leans up to kiss me softly before moving back onto his knees and lining himself up at my entrance.

‘Can you scream for me?’

‘Sure,’ he laughs, shaking his head before arching his eyebrows.

I nod, taking a deep breath.  He seconds the motion before slowly pushing himself inside me, causing me to grab fistfuls of the blankets and let out a shriek.  He leans down again, kissing just above my belly button, his hands on either side of me and my legs hitched just a little above his waist.  As I try to steady my breathing, I reach a hand up to his hair, dragging my fingers through it.  He looks up at me, smirking as I send him a flittering smile.

‘You look stoned,’ he says before moving his hands further up on the bed so that he’s almost at my elbows.

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as he quickly pulls out, pushes back in, and finds his rhythm.

‘Ah, ah, ah – what was that?’ I gasp after a while of soft noises from him and loud ones from me.

‘Fuck, Zack,’ he finally moans, his head dropping as his arms tremble.

His breathing hitches as he gasps and slams in harder, eliciting a beautiful scream from me as he crashes firm against my prostate.

‘There you go, angel,’ he coos, searching with one of his hands for mine.

I quickly lace my fingers with his, letting him squeeze my hand.

‘Babe, you’re shaking.’

‘Zack,’ he moans again, sinking against me a little.

‘Bri, you’re trembling.’

I am just a tad worried at this point, although extremely preoccupied so I don’t really have enough brain cells currently working to go on the matter until he suddenly presses his forehead against my chest, choking back a sob as a scream rips from his throat and he explodes inside me.  He falls against me, limp, panting.  I am equally breathless, but there’s still that nagging at the back of my mind about why the fuck he’s crying.

I slowly run my nails up and down his back, producing soft moans, while he calms himself to a reasonable state before gradually pushing himself back up and easing himself out of me.

‘Brian, are you okay?’ I quickly query as he kneels down between my legs.

He doesn’t respond but just bends down and licks up my dick before taking me in his mouth and moving me back to completion.  It isn’t long before I come inside his mouth, and he swallows before sitting back up and wiping his lips.

‘I love you,’ he whispers barely audibly, kissing my still bent knee.

‘Come here,’ I beg, holding out my arms.

Slowly, shaking, Brian crawls up beside me and lets me draw him against me, arms wrapped tightly around him…

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