Everyone Wants Zacky

Zacky slept pretty well that night. It was dreamless and black, dreary and bland…just the way he liked it. He rolled over that morning to his alarm clock blaring Walk by Pantera and could already feel the tired smile stretching over his lips. He was pretty happy, knowing his friends accepted him but he was still sad that Jimmy ripped his shirt….that was one of his favorite shirts.

He hopped out of bed a light skip in his walk as he lightly hummed a random tune that he was coming up with. He jumped in the shower and suffice to say he sang. His dad always left for work before he got up so he didn't have to worry about hearing a muffled 'shut the fuck up' from the other side of the wooden door. Zacky climbed out and walked into his room, naked and dripping wet. Another perk of never having his father around.
Zacky grabbed a white buttoned up dress shirt, and if he had left it at that his muscles would be poking out in a deliciously perfect way but self consciously he always covered up his abs so he seemed to be skinny but lacking any real muscle in the first place. He grabbed a skinny tight black t-shirt with a red broken heart on it. Zacky was going through…an emo face as Matt liked to put it. He grabbed tight black ankle skinny jeans that hugged his ass and slightly girlish hips in a lovely way. To top it off, black spikes, red eyeliner and black vans.

He checked himself in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh disgustedly. He hated himself but he never voiced this opinion out right to his friends afraid that they'd claim he was 'fishing for compliments.' No he was not a hissy teenage girl who repeated her flaws over and over until someone complimented them. He was quiet about those opinions and he always took the compliments he got because honestly instead of counteracting or combating just take the fucking compliment.

He grabbed his cell phone last and his backpack before heading towards the bus stop…where none of his friends rode the bus…so he was alone…just the way he liked to spend the aftershocks of waking p, sitting in a cold hard seat with no one to talk to.
Johnny woke up and goddamn it he had a dream about…he couldn't even think about it. His mind had been fucking with him since yesterday afternoon. After Zacky came out to them Johnny felt a weird shift in the air. Now he seemed to notice everything about his friend. He noticed the way he gnawed on his lip when he was nervous, the way his plush lips turned at the corners when Jimmy said something mockingly and Zacky would feign being hurt. His eyes were a piercing shade of green that held the most beautifully cynical expressions and emotions. His pants fit right and after Jimmy tore that shirt open he finally got to see how…how…how fucking beautiful Zacky was.

Johnny was confused and puzzled. He never had seen these things before so why now? What made this point in time any different than the other? Although you could hold a neon sign blinking the words and Johnny still wouldn't get it.

Johnny got up after his series of dreams that all starred Zacky and he could feel butterflies in his tummy when he thought about seeing him today. Seeing him with a new set of eyes it felt like. He opened his closet and he was unconsciously freaking out about what he should wear. Maybe Zacky noticed what he wore? Maybe Zacky would care? Johnny felt like he was having a mental break down but he wanted to impress him. After five minutes passed a pile of scattered articles of clothing were growing by Johnny. He pulled a Pantera shirt off its hanger and held it up to his chest, examining his mirrored image. He groaned dramatically and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor.

Ten more minutes passed and he was sporting dark washed skinny jeans. There was only one shirt hanging left and Johnny hated it with as much fiber in his being as all the others. He threw his hands up in frustration. How the hell was he supposed to impress Zacky if he couldn't wear descent clothing?

He glanced at the clock and noticed his dad was leaving in 15 minutes whether Johnny was in the car or not. Johnny randomly selected a shirt and shoved his head through the opening in record time.

He ended up pulling on a tight long sleeved shirt. The sleeves and collar were black while his chest and back were white. The shirts made ever muscle, dimple, and contour of his body bulge out. And of course the chest piece of the shirt had a black Blink-182 logo on it. He moved to his wall of beanies afterwards. Yes Johnny was messy as hell but he had this OCD where his beanies hung on a wall according to color, as well as his socks were perfect in their drawers, and his man jewelry had a complex system of organization in their respective boxes that he refused to call a jewelry box.

He snagged the black beanie in the very corner and pulled it over his head covering most of his multicolored hair. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and didn't bother checking the mirror. He knew he looked like shit and he really didn't want to confirm it.

He ambled towards the kitchen surprised that his mom was still home. He grabbed a pop tart already sitting on the counter and nibbled at it hesitantly. His mom turned around, first scared by the unexpected appearance and then concerned when she saw that look in his eye.

"Johnny? Is something wrong?"

Johnny placed his barely touched "breakfast" back onto the island and took in a large sharp intake of breath.

"Well I…I think I'm sick."

"Why do you feel warm?"

"No it's just…It must have been something I ate last night! Yeah that explains why I had dreams about Zack! I never had any before."

"Well do you know when you started to feel weird?"

"Yesterday when he told us he was gay! I started to…to notice thing. The way his eyes remind of a green ocean or that the fact that the fringe of his bangs frames his face perfectly, and when I think of him I get this knot in the pit of my stomach."

"And that's why you think you're ill?" His mother giggled.

"Mom seriously what else could it be?"

"Oh Johnny," She giggle once more, "You're not sick! You have a crush on Zachary."

Johnny's face flushed red his expression a hybrid of anger and confusion.

"That…That's not it," he whispered.

"Sweetie you spent an hour longer looking for an outfit to wear! Just ask him out!"

Johnny's stomach lurched as he thought of Zacky. They've been friends since 7th grade when Johnny started attending Huntington high half way through the year. Well technically Jimmy was his first friend but Zacky was definitely second. Johnny's could feel conflict arise inside of him. It was impossible! He was sick he knew it because what he was feeling had to be more than a school boy…crush.

Matt woke up practically dampening his shirt with cologne wanting to get a scent that made Zacky lick his lips, his tongue stopping for a moment at the metal and then running over his piercings as well. When the brunette finished that up he went to his next task, brushing his teeth. He scrubbed his teeth five times over for five minutes apiece. His mouth was an overload of mint.

He looked at his outfit. He was wearing a sleeveless Misfits T-shirt and blue skinny jeans, with black converse. He wanted to dress casual knowing his best friend he'd feel out of place if Matt had gone with dressing up and having no real explanation why.
The brunet wasn't so oblivious to his own feelings. He always found Zacky attractive. Those big green alluring eyes, that he covers with his thick black eyelashes, his plump pink satin lips, that confidence that glowed sensuality and sultry. Matt always thought Zack was beautiful but now he knew that he could have him. Yesterday though he couldn't help but feel blood pulsing in his temples when Johnny and Brian had the audacity to look at his friend, his Zacky, his very possible future boyfriend.

Well no matter Zacky would say yes when Matt asked him because a) he was Matthew Sanders b) He always felt chemistry between himself and Zacky and c) Well he wasn't a god per se but he was definitely high on the list of good looking kids his raven haired friend knew.

He bounded down his staircase and grabbed his car keys off the little key hanger near the front door. His phone vibrated and buzzed until he whipped it out finding he had a new text message.

From: Jimbo

'Dude where the hell are you? You're 10 minutes late. Hurry the FUCK up.'
-Stallion Duck Master

Matt rolled his eyes at the phone signature before he tucked his phone away and got ready to drive over and pick up Duck Master or whatever the hell Jimmy thought he was.

"B-Bri-"

Zacky moaned through trembling lips. Tan skin mixing with snow white skin. Their exteriors covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the shorter boy's hands curled in black hair tugging violently when he felt his prostate hit at the perfect angle. One of the taller man's hand wrapped behind the smaller's neck the other wrapped around the raven haired boy's erection moving at painfully slow pace that both found absolutely delicious.

"Nngh-n-a-a-AH!" Zack wailed as Brian leaned down to flick his tongue in and out of Zacky's sensitive slit. And amazing sensation spread hot through Zack's dick and traveled throughout his body until the tips of his finger and the ends of his curled toes were also experiencing euphoria.

Brian pistoned his hips the air intermingling with Zack's cries of ecstasy, Brian's mewling and the sound of skin slapping skin at an almost inhuman speed. Zack bit his bottom lip trying to control the writhing mess he had been reduced to. Brian's tip plunged especially deep finding Zacky's Achilles' heel. The raven hair mess bit his lip hard enough to draw blood before he resigned himself over to screaming bloody murder, his hands now tightening their grip on fistfuls of bed sheets.

"I'm so close baby…" Brian whispered. His muscles taut his hand gripping Zack's neck harder and finally deciding to stop being tease and furiously jerked the younger off. Some sort of telepathy communicated between the two as they reunited their lips in a sloppy make out session. Zacky's blood smearing over Brian's lips and tongue. The younger took Brian's bottom lip in between his teeth and Brian taking his top lip in between his teeth.
Brian thrusted in harder than he had before Zacky screaming as he felt his orgasm wash over in a series of body racking waves, he bit Brian's lip hard drawing the older's blood. Their blood intertwined as they devoured the others mouth, Brian coming so hard all he could see was white. He pulled back breathing hard as was Zacky.

Brian pulled out before collapsing onto his lover. Their sweat cover skin rubbing against each other, the taller lying his head on the smaller's chest listening to his heart beat erratically trying to return to its normal pace. Zacky's fingers found Brian's hair as they massaged his hair earning a shiver from Brian.

"Brian…"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Brian opened his eyes to find his boxers sticking to his legs uncomfortably. His erection clear against the thin material a dark stain forming from his still leaking member. He stood up and headed towards the shower jerking himself off imagining the ways Zacky's face would contort in pure satisfaction and pleasure, He imagined how tight Zacky's virginal hole would feel as it contracted around his erection and how amazing it's feel to be the first and only one to have Zacky Baker in a way no one else could have him. He imagined what it'd be like to get suggestive with the younger and although he didn't seem it, but see the innocent gleam in Zacky's eyes as he said something along the lines of

"Brian I don't know…" before Brian shut him up in a heated kiss showing Zacky just how hungry he was for vengeance.

Before Brian knew it he found himself exploding all over the white tiles of the shower.
When he got out he got a new pair of boxers and carefully selected his outfit. Tight blue skinny jeans, a white form fitting t-shirt with black miscellaneous designs, a red fedora, and black vans. He headed out the door and towards the school. He didn't have a ride to school since Matt came from the opposite direction, he couldn't ride the bus because he was too close to the school, so he took a morning stroll. And watched the sun rise gleaming off the ocean, the waves turning a bright green and Brian found himself thinking of Zacky again.