Everyone Wants Zacky

Zacky clutched his hands, his nails biting into his palm, knuckles turning a ghastly shade of white. He uncurled his fingers and rubbed the sweat of his hands against the black denim material of his skinny jeans. His heart was pounding and he absentmindedly swirled his tongue over his left snakebite.

Johnny was sitting on the same sofa an inch away from the raven haired mess although he was too oblivious to feel the distinct and obvious tension. His arm was slung carelessly on the back of the couch unbeknown to him his fingers grazing Zacky's shoulder blade. Zacky's skin broke out in hard like goose bumps at the slight skin to skin contact.

Johnny moved his hand to run through his black and blond hair before putting it back in the same position.

"So what was the 'emergency' situation about?" Johnny asked eyebrow arching in curiosity.

"Um…can we wait for the others?"

Johnny nodded his head and changed the subject.

"You finish the chemistry assignment?"

Zacky was a little taken aback that Johnny didn't keep pressing the matter. He felt a smile tugging at the end of his lips. That's why he was friends with Johnny, because he always stopped questioning if someone didn't want to answer. Johnny was so considerate and sweet and his ass…Zacky's cheeks exploded in a flurry of red and pink hues. He bent his head and coughed awkwardly into his hand.

"Uh yeah did you?" Zacky asked.

"No."

"Johnny."

"Zacky."

"Seriously dude we're juniors this is an important year and you're already failing half your classes."

"You sound like my dad," Johnny snorted.

Zacky shook his head running his fingers through his jet black spikes. The front door slammed open and an uproar of laughter filtered in. Jimmy shoved Matt into the house before he entered the living room, taking a spot on the love seat. Matt walked in pouting and scowling at the same time sitting on the other end of the sofa from Johnny.

"You're such an asshole!" Matt yelled at Jimmy although there was a wide grin plastered to his face.

"You are what you eat," Jimmy shot back.

"Gross…faggot," Matt shook his head.

Zacky cringed back at the word. He hated that word more than anything. He didn't let it affect him though because Matt just said all in good natured fun. The raven looked around before asking

"Where's Brian?"

"He's going to be a little late, got held up at his job," Matt answered.

"Can you call burger flipping a Job? "

Johnny asked speaking for the first time since Matt and Jimmy made their entrance. This was met with laughter from the two aforementioned boys.

"Johnny, you queer," Jimmy said in between laughs.

Zacky stood up fast, a wave of nausea and anger washing over him. The other three looked up in concern.

"Zacky are you okay?" Matt asked.

"Yeah," Zacky waved a hand dismissively, "You guys want any drinks?"
"What do you have?" Johnny asked.

"My dad bought like a keg last night he won't notice a couple of drink's missing."

"Fuck yeah booze!" Jimmy cried fist pumping in the air.

"Calm down tiger," Johnny said rolling his eyes.

Zacky entered the small kitchenette and started to search through his pantry. He heard footsteps behind him and he could tell by the behavior and mannerism that it was Matt. Zack moved bags and boxes this way and that.

"It's like fucking where's Waldo," he muttered.

Matt chuckled as he leaned against the counter. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest.

"I did it," Zacky said.

"Did what?" Matt asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"I got a tat."

None of them had inked their skin mostly because their parent/parents had forbidden them but Zacky could quite frankly give a flying fuck what his father said and or wanted. Matt's eyes little up and asked to see it a bit giddy.

"Yeah hold o- aha! Found you, you sneaky little bastards!" Zacky exclaimed extracting four
beers. Matt just rolled his eyes at the fact that his best friend always seemed to cuss at inanimate objects.

"You found them; now let me see the tattoo!"

Zacky placed the beers on the counter and unbuttoned the top half of his tight fitting black and white flannel shirt. The green skull with wings was soon exposed.

"Holy shit!"

Matt exclaimed approaching his smaller friend. He bent down his face centimeters away from Zacky's exposed flesh. He drew his hand up and began to caress the engraved skin with his thumb. Zacky's breath hitched and his heart beat rhythmically faster.

"So awesome," Matt said.

"T-Thanks," Zacky stuttered.

"Who knew my best friend was so rebellious?"

And that's why Matt was Zacky's best friend. Matt always seemed so full of pride that Zacky was his best friend. His and his alone. Wow looking at it that way Matt was kind of possessive. Well either way Zacky felt it was touching. Matt was loyal and his ass…Zacky's arm automatically shot up and placed his hand over Matt's face shoving him backwards. Matt almost tripped over his own legs in surprise.

"Motherfucker, you got my eye!"

"I'm sorry!"

Zacky grabbed the beers and hurriedly jogged into the living room. He tossed Jimmy and Johnny a bottle each and placed the other two on the coffee table. He didn't realize that his shirt was still wide open until he saw Johnny's eyes.

"Jesus Christ! Zacky if that's real it's fucking awesome!" Johnny exclaimed.

"Fucking cool! Zee, what the hell is that?" Jimmy asked using the corner of the coffee table to pop the bottle cap.

"I call it Deathbat," Zacky said rebuttoning his shirt.

Matt walked back in and took his previous spot, snatching a beer on his way. Zacky looked at him green eyes huge bottom lip jutting out his expression overly apologetic. Matt couldn't help but smile in acceptance. It's not his fault though honestly, how can you resist a look like that especially when it was Zacky's stupidly adorable face making it?
The door opened once more and Jimmy squealed

"Briannnnnnnnnn!"

Brian grinned taking a seat next to Matt. Zack turned to him and smiled wanly. They were all here which meant he would have to explain to them why he had called an 'emergency' meeting.

"Brian, you want a drink? Yeah cool I'll be right back."

Zacky didn't wait for an answer just scurried away and to the pantry. He was trying his hardest to postpone the inevitable. Unfortunately this time Zack knew exactly where the drinks were. He hesitantly grabbed it and paced himself all the way back to the coffee table. He held it out for Brian to take. Brian grabbed it, their fingers brushing against each other. Zacky spun himself around his blush extending from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

"Thanks Zee."

"Yeah, no problem."

He turned back around and saw a huge smile on Brian's face and Zacky couldn't help but smile back, And that's what he loved about Brian. His smile was contagious; he was sweet, extremely hot and his ass…

Zacky straightened up and took a seat on the coffee table. He popped his bottle open and chugged half of it. Brian placed his hand tenderly over Zacky's.

"Chill Zee your beer won't disappear."

Zacky bit his lower lips looking at Brian through his thick black eyelashes and nodded. It didn't matter anyways he wasn't in the least bit buzzed; the liquid was just passing right through him. Zacky sighed and put the bottle back on the surface. Jimmy snapped his fingers and asked

"Hey so Zacky why'd you call us over?"

"Oh…"

Zacky dropped his gaze suddenly finding the designs in the carpet extremely fascinating. He was practically gnawing a damn hole right through his lip. Brian placed his hand on Zacky's knee and squeezed reassuringly.

"You can tell us anything Zee."

"I know but," Zacky looked up suddenly and it was evident to everyone that tears were brimming his eyes harshly, "I don't want you guys to hate me!"

"Like hell we'll hate you!" Jimmy interjected. "You're our fucking best friend Zachary and you're stuck with us whether you like it or not."

"I'm…I'm gay."

Complete and utter silence. Brian's hand pulled back and that hurt Zacky worse than anything. A mangled sob escaped past his lips and he stood up fast. He cried hoarsely

"I knew you guys would hate me!"

"No we don't hate you!" Jimmy again interrupted. "Personally I'm surprised as hell that ladies man Zachary Baker plays for the other team! Dude I don't care what and who you like right guys?"

The other three nodded their heads still a bit stupefied.

"Okay," Zacky said rubbing the tears off his cheeks with the back of his hand.

Jimmy stood up and forced Zacky into a constricting hug.

"I love you"

"If I say I love you too will you let go of me?"

"Oh! I have to anyways!"

Jimmy let go and grabbed both ends of Zacky's shirt. Jimmy ripped the shirt open buttons flying everywhere Zacky's shirt falling of his broad shoulders and to the floor.

"Jimmy!"

"Sorry I just wanted to show Brian the tattoo!"

"You could have asked me to unbutton it!"

Jimmy grabbed Zacky and spun him around so he was facing the three on the couch. Zacky had a milky white complexion his tattoo was prominent on his sculpted chest. His collarbone right above and damned if no one wanted to bite it. It could also be the shirts
Zacky wore but he had beautifully sculpted abs that you couldn't normally see when it was clothed. Zacky glared at Jimmy over his shoulder missing the three lustful looks he was receiving.