Little Runaway

Brittney saw the nod of encouragement from Zacky, and she continued to slide her skirt down her legs until she could step out of it, tossing it off to the side. She noticed him re-positioning himself, and when she glanced between his legs, she saw a noticeable bulge. Somehow, it made her feel nice to see that she had that sort of affect on Zacky, even if this wasn't the first time he'd seen her like this. Brittney watched as Zacky tugged his shirt over his head, moving forward when he pulled her close.

"Kiss you?" she whispered, smiling softly. She slipped her hand into his hair, tugging gently. "Well I guess you deserve a little kiss." She leaned down just enough to press her lips to Zacky's, moving up closer between his legs. Kissing him right now made her whole body feel like it was on fire, and maybe it was because she knew they were completely alone, but she just wanted more.

Zacky's lips parted as he let out a quiet groan, his eyes half lidded as Brittney stepped closer to him. He wanted nothing more than to pull her forward and have his way with her. He was sure that would come later and if not, it would tomorrow when they were finally alone in his house. It would be the first time that they had complete privacy, where Brittney didn't have to worry about how loud she was or them being seen by anyone. Which only meant he could have Brittney wherever he wanted. The thought only turned him on more, enough that he chose to ignore her comment about him deserving a kiss.

When Brittney stepped closer and kissed him, he eagerly returned it. His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her down so that she straddled him. He rolled his hips against hers, moaning into the kiss. His thumbs dipped into the band of her panties. Pulling them down eagerly, Zacky pouted when she had to move away just long enough to steep out of them. "Sweetheart, I want you to ride me," he murmured, nudging her chin upward so that he could nip at her neck, eager to mark Brittney as his.

It took Brittney a little by surprise when Zacky pulled her down to straddle his hips. This wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. But she supposed this was fine for a little while. She felt Zacky rolling his hips against hers, but before she could say anything or reciprocate at all, Zacky was tugging her underwear down, and she moved away so that she could slip them off. Brittney was entirely prepared to crawl in next to Zacky and let him move over her, and his next comment made her stop in her tracks for the shortest second.

"You want me to...o-okay," Brittney stammered, her voice so quiet that she barely heard it herself. Now she was regretting the bit of confidence she'd shown just earlier, because it had backed her into a corner, one she most definitely didn't want to be in. But she knew she couldn't tell Zacky no. It just wasn't smart. "If that's what you want," Brittney whispered to Zacky, slipping her hand just inside his boxers. She curled her fingers loosely around him, stroking him lazily as he continued to kiss along her neck.

Zacky wasn't stupid, he noticed the hesitation in Brittney's voice when she agreed to do what he had asked of her. His smirk only grew as he gave a shake of his head. His hands rested on Brittney's hips as she began touching him. He leaned back, propping himself up on his arms as his hands slipped down her legs. He grinned, raising an eyebrow as he looked up to him. The pads of his fingers began to massage small circles into her legs, watching as she moved to straddle him.

Zacky knew that they had retired early enough that they would be fine spending time together without anyone coming to interrupt them. End of the tour parties tended to rage into the early hours of the morning, the boys would likely sleep the length of the trip back home. Letting out a groan as Brittney moved to straddle his waist, he rolled his hips, arching upward in an atteempt to make contact with her. "Come on, princess. No teasing, it's mean," he remarked with a bit of a pout.

"No teasing?" Brittney repeated. "Well that's not really fair, you tease me all the time." She pulled her hand out of Zacky's pants, her fingers settling on the button. She kissed him so that maybe he wouldn't notice how nervous she was as she started to drag his pants down his legs, only tugging them about halfway down his thighs. She moved his boxers next, only pulling them down far enough to pull him out. From this point on, Brittney was guessing, and she could only hope that she didn't do anything to make a fool out of herself. Or worse, something to make Zacky angry.

She thought quickly, trying to remember where Zacky kept his condoms. She always remembered him reaching beneath his bunk, so she leaned over, feeling around inside his bag beneath the bunk until she felt the half-crushed box of contraceptives. She pulled one out, smiling sheepishly at Zacky as she opened the foil packet. Brittney found an apology rising to the tip of her tongue, but she forced it back, remembering the last time she'd tried to apologize to him. It had only made him upset and she didn't want that right now.

Brittney leaned down to kiss Zacky as she rolled the condom onto him, keeping him in her hand as she lifted her hips, groaning softly into his mouth as she lowered herself back down onto him.

Zacky's eyes narrowed slightly at Brittney's comment. He cocked his head to the side, feeling an anger swelling inside of him. Was he not thoughtful enough for her? He thought he was always good about making sure that she got off as well, whenever they were together. Opening his mouth to say something to her, he fell silent when she began to pull his pants down. He lifted his hips up just enough to allow her to continue, interested to see just how far she would be willing to go. Did she even realize that she had made a mistake with her comment?

Confusion set in when he watched Brittney lean back. On instinct alone, he leaned forward to wrap his arm around her waist, not wanting her to fall and hurt herself. That would certainly lead to things ending quicker than he would like for them to. When he realized what she was looking for, he let out a small laugh.

With the attention turned back to him, Zacky began to relax. Sliding his hands down her legs, he let them rest on her knees as she raised up. A bit too eager, th moment that he felt the warmth between her legs enveloping him, he gave a thrust of his hips. Groaning as she sank onto him, Zacky relaxed against the bunk to let Brittney do her thing. A smirk settled on his lips as she began to move, rolling his hips in time with her movements. "Fuck," he groaned, sitting up a bit more to bring Brittney's body flush against his. "Keep going, sweetheart," He all but demanded, his grip tightening on her as he leaned to nip at the skin along her neck.

When Zacky thrust up into her, it caught Brittney off guard and she bounced up enough to hit her head on the top of Zacky's bunk. She let out a small noise of pain but tried not to let it show on her face, not wanting to upset Zacky. Sex was usually a way to placate him and keep him calm and she would hate to change that. She balled the fabric of Zacky's shirt in her fists as she started to move, feeling him roll his hips up in time with her movements. Brittney was caught off guard again when Zacky pulled her flush against him, not missing the demanding tone to his voice as he spoke to her. She only nodded, not really knowing what to say to him and honestly a little afraid to say anything at all.

Brittney moved her hands down Zacky's chest, slipping her hands beneath his shirt and digging her fingernails into the skin of his chest. Being on top was new to Brittney and she hadn't realized just how different it would feel. She could feel Zacky penetrating her deeper than before and it felt, well, it felt amazing. It wouldn't be something she herself would likely ever suggest, but she doubted she would turn it down the next time that Zacky suggested it. Brittney groaned softly against Zacky's neck as she started to move a little bit more urgently against Zacky's hips. Even in this position she knew it was unlikely that she would finish from penetration alone, but it was still having an effect on her body and she was getting more careless with her movements.

Zacky let out a harsh breath when he noticed Brittney smack her head against the top of his bunk. He had fully expected to at least take a moment to ask her if she was alright, if for no other reason than he didn't want this to end because he wasn't caring enough about her pain. Brittney had already proved herself not to be an overly emotional girl, something that had only served to attract him to her more than he already had been. She seemed to know how to react when Zacky was in one of his moods, she knew how to make him feel better regardless of what the situation was. For that, he could give in just a bit and make her feel as if he cared whether she had hurt her head or not. Zacky would never admit but he was relieved when she played it off like nothing had even happened.

Grinning as Brittney's hands snuck beneath his shirt, he couldn't help but let out a groan as her nails dug into his skin. His arms slid around her waist, keeping her in place as he shifted around just enough so that they were in a better position for her to be able to move. Once Zacky was sure Brittney had gotten used to the change in positions, his hand trailed over her hip, his fingers dancing between her legs. His thumb brushed over her slit once before he pressed between her lips, circling her clit. Zacky was a selfish man, that wasn't up for debate by any means but in the moment, he was feeling a bit more generous than normal.

(I feel like this is horribl I am so sorryy)

Brittney was a little confused when Zacky wrapped his arm around her waist and started to shift them around, but she said nothing. He usually did what he saw fit and she wasn't about to argue with him. When he stopped moving, Brittney straightened up back into an upright sitting position, starting to move again as she felt his hand trailing over her hip. Since they were alone, Brittney was consciously trying to be a little more vocal and when she felt Zacky circling his thumb over her clit, she let herself moan a little louder than she normally would have. It wasn't fake by any means, just a little more noticeable.

Brittney was definitely surprised to feel her orgasm approaching as quickly as it did. Maybe it was the position, maybe it was the fact that she knew she and Zacky were alone. She started to roll her hips more forcefully against Zacky's, once again digging her fingernails into the skin of his chest. For once Brittney actually wasn't thinking of Zacky; her mind was on her own pleasure and it was a new thing for her. She laid down flush against Zacky again, kissing him harshly. As her orgasm washed over her, words she was scared to repeat were on the tip of her tongue and she forced them back, instead just moaning out Zacky's name against his lips.

(this is horrible too, so it's okay )

(yay for horrible smut )

Zacky felt a groan begin in his throat, coming out a bit more strangled than normal as Brittney started to tighten around him. He had known she would cum tonight but he hadn't thought she would get so close, so quickly. The unexpected turn in events had Zacky thrusting his hips upward, seeking after his own release. As the first waves of Brittney's washed over her, Zacky's thrusts became even more erratic. Eager for his own orgasm, Zacky let out a moan as his arms snaked around her waist, holding her in place as her came.

Resituating in the bunk was a bit awkward but once they had, Zacky seemed to be more relaxed than usual. A gentle smile graced his lips as he played with Brittney's hair. Knowing that th tour would come to an end tonight had Zacky more relaxed than usual. Having to deal with everyone in such tight quarters all the time always had him so tense. He couldn't always help his moods. "Gonna put a feminine touch on my house?" He teased in a low voice, raising an eyebrow.

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Once her orgasm started to ebb away, Brittney found herself pretty thoroughly exhausted and she relaxed against Zacky as he held her in place. She didn't fight him as he resituated the two of them in the bunk, resting her head on top of his chest and snuggling close to his side. She smiled softly when he started to play with her hair, entirely intent on letting this lull her to sleep until Zacky spoke. It excited her to think that Zacky still wanted her to come and live with him. Never in her life had she had someone that she felt cared for her as much as Zacky did and for him to open his home to her just made her feel incredibly lucky.

"Oh yeah, totally," Brittney teased back, raising her head to look up at Zacky. She grinned. "I'm going to decorate your bedroom with pink ruffles and stuffed animals and scented candles, just like Jackie did to Hyde on That 70's Show." In reality, Brittney likely wouldn't touch a damn thing in Zacky's house except what she needed to on a day-to-day basis and she certainly wouldn't do any decorating. Unless of course, he asked her to. She had a strong suspicion that her willingness to do whatever it took to keep Zacky happy would carry heavily over into their lives at home. "I can't wait to be home," Brittney mumbled, pressing her face into Zacky's chest.

Zacky's face scrunched up at the suggestion of stuffed animals and pink ruffles decorating his bedroom. It was a grandiose room, one that he had worked so hard to be able to afford that he wasn't going to let something so ridiculous be placed into his room. He scoffed, shaking his head as he glanced down to her. "Absolutely not. I said a woman's touch, not a little girl's," he grumbled, running his fingers through her hair slowly. He was quiet, not really focusing on much as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning rolled around, Zacky was the first to awake. He was careful to find a pair of shorts in his bag beneath the bunk which he shimmied on in the bunk before climbing out. Not really caring after the point, he began to shove both his things and Brittney's into their respective bags. It was only an hour or two before they would arrive home and Zacky was just getting anxious at this point. He grumbled as he headed out to the main area of he bunk to make coffee, just wanting to get home at this point.

"I know, I was just kidding," Brittney mumbled, not entirely sure if it even mattered. They both knew Brittney wouldn't do anything to Zacky's home. It didn't take Brittney much longer to fall asleep, waking up some time the next morning and realizing that Zacky was gone. "Zacky?" Brittney mumbled, pulling back the curtain. She didn't spot him immediately, but she heard noises in the kitchen, so she crept out of the bunk, slipping on some clothes before heading that way. Brittney smiled when she saw Zacky sitting on the couch. "Good morning," she mumbled, sitting down next to him and pressing her face into his shoulder. She yawned. "Thanks for packing my things."

A few minutes later the coffee pot dinged and Brittney reluctantly peeled herself away from Zacky, going over to pour him a glass, which she took back to him before pouring one for herself. She almost opened her mouth to ask for a cigarette, but given how much that seemed to irritate Zacky, she decided not to. "So how much longer until we get home?" Brittney asked, sitting back down on the couch. She took a sip of her coffee. "Shouldn't be long now, I'm sure."

Zacky only offered up a grunt in response to Brittney's thinking nothing much about it. He knew that if he got everything packed up and ready to go, it meant that he would get off the bus faster. Away from his bandmates. They were his best friends, he couldn't deny that but after so long living with them so close together, Zacky nearly wanted to strangle them. Looking up when the coffee pot chirped, Zacky moved to stand, only to be pleasantly surprised when Brittney beat him to it. He sat back, relaxing a bit as she approached him with a steaming hot cup of coffee. A small grin settled on his face as he reached for it, the only thanks that he thought that she needed.

"Two, maybe three hours. I usually get dropped off first, I'm the one awake. The rest of them sleep in until noon and then scramble around to back their shit up like a bunch of fuckin' monkeys throwing things around," Zacky commented with a rough laugh. He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. "Matt usually has an end of tour BBQ a few days after getting home, but we each take time to just recoup after tour." Zacky thought that it would be half way decent for Brittney to have some sort of clue as to what would be happening over the next few days. It wouldn't be much but still.

"Yeah, you always seem to be up a lot earlier than everyone else," Brittney commented, taking a sip of her coffee. She grinned as Zacky continued to explain the next few days, especially when he mentioned the time they would have to recoup before they all regrouped for Matt's barbecue. "I can't wait until we can just sit around and relax," Brittney said. She was sure Zacky and the others were even more excited than she was to be home; they'd done much more work than she had and they all had families back home. Brittney was glad to be getting away from the people she was unfortunate enough to call her family, glad to be putting as much distance between them and herself as possible. Surely they wouldn't find her all the way out in California. If they were even looking for her at all.

Finishing off her coffee, Brittney curled up on the couch, leaning against Zacky. She tried to keep her attention on the television, but her mind was wondering, imagining the wonderful life she was going to have with Zacky in California. It would be so nice to have somewhere she felt like she belonged, with a man who for the most part made her feel like she actually mattered. The only thing that managed to pull her away from her thoughts was the sensation of the bus coming to a stop. "Are we here?" Brittney asked, grinning as she looked over at Zacky.

Zacky groaned as the bus rolled to a stop. He leaned back to pull at the curtain, peering out of the window for a mere second before pulling away, letting the curtain fall back into place. His face split into a wide grin as he nodded, pushing to his feet. "We're home," Zacky said, his joy at the fact easily palpable. He headed to the bunk area, smacking the wall a few times heartily. "Wake up! It's the end of the road," he called, his grin only seeming to widen when Jimmy threw a pillow from his bunk while Matt complained about being woken up. Zacky gave a haphazard wave of his hand, grabbing Brittney's bag to toss over his shoulder. He carried his duffle bag in one hand, his roller suitcase pulling behind him.

Giving a bit of a cocky grin, Zacky raised an eyebrow as he nodded toward the bus door. "Ready to be amazed, darling?"

Brittney was only barely able to hide her excitement as Zacky nodded. She got to her feet, shouting a goodbye to the guys as she followed him from the bus. Even just looking at the outside of Zacky's house made her excitement grow. Zacky obviously took amazing care of his home and that just made it feel like a home. "I'm already amazed," Brittney said, grinning back at Zacky. She took his rolling suitcase from him so that he could unlock the door, eagerly following him inside.

"Your house is beautiful, Zack," Brittney said, turning to him. She waited until he put down both of the bags before she wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling up at him. "So...do you think you could give me a short tour? Just so I know where things are? And then we can rest a little. I mean, um, if that's what you want."

@ varkatzas.

(tbh, I had to google for the word landscaping because I couldn't remember it Also, I snagged a picture of his master bedroom. I very much so imagine him having a typical villa, rustic sort of home. Hope that works! )

Even while away on tour, Zacky paid a landscaping company to look after the outside of his home. The first tour after he had bought his current house, Zacky had made the mistake of not making sure the lawn was well taken care of. Upon returning home, Zacky had hated the sight of his lawn. It was overgrown and awful looking by that point, not part of the outward image that he wanted to project. He had learned to never make that mistake again.

Zacky's arm slipped around Brittney's waist, his hand resting on her lower back. Wordlessly turning, Zacky led the way throughout the lower level of the home, pointing out the various rooms as they went. He smiled a bit as he pulled her up the stairs, motioning toward a few of the rooms. Setting his hand on the master bedroom door, Zacky flashed a small grin in Brittney's direction before pushing the door open to reveal an elaborate bedroom. He stepped to the side so that Brittney could step through the threshold before he followed her inside.

"There's a balcony right over there," Zacky mentioned, nodding toward the closed french doors. "And the ensuite is pretty big," he commented, pointing toward it. "His and her sinks because, well, I need my space." Zacky's poor attempt at a joke was followed by another grin. "So, what do you think?"

Brittney smiled as Zacky slipped his arm around her waist and led her through the lower level of his house. The more she saw of it, the more she fell in love with it. It wasn't the sort of house she would have expected him to have, but at the same time, it suited him so perfectly. But the biggest surprise came when Zacky led her into his master bedroom. It was the sort of bedroom she'd only seen in magazines at the doctor's offices and was certainly a lot better than anything she'd ever seen herself living in.

"It's gorgeous, Zacky," Brittney said. She moved away from him, going to peek in at the bathroom before she went over and opened the French doors. It was strange that a bedroom would make her feel this way, but in a way Brittney almost felt like a small child on Christmas morning. All she'd wanted growing up was a house that wasn't in a constant state of disrepair and that felt like home, and now she had real hope that she might actually get that. "It's perfect," Brittney continued, shutting the doors and turning back to Zacky. "You have very good tastes, Zacky."