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Stand by me
Title: Stand by me
Author: Kitekat1
Pairing: Matt Sanders/Brian Haner
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and never happened. I don't own any of the characters.
Summary: Set months after the release of 'City of Evil', the lives of the Avenged members drastically change when one of their own has to deal with the consequences of a harsh stroke of fate. Nothing is the way it was before. Will things fall apart, or can something good come out of the new situation when unforeseen feelings evolve?
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 |
Chapter 23
The high temperatures would not break off, and Brian and Matt decided to battle the heat together at the beach with their three best friends.
They brought everything needed: snacks, cooled drinks, sun block and towels – things made for a quiet day near Huntington Beach’s promenade.
They had stayed close to the paved ways, since Brian’s wheelchair could not drive in the sand, and Matt had carried him down the short distance and set him down on one of the bath towels they had brought along.
The wheelchair folded together at the side, resting next to the cooler bag underneath a sunshade – closely guarded by Zacky’s dog Ichabod -, the men lazed on towels or the sand and talked, Jimmy only having one specific topic in mind.
“Do you think she’ll come? She looked like she gets her tan from the sun, and this is near where I saw her that one time.”
Zacky groaned, “That one time? Don’t make it seem like you’ve seen her multiple times. You saw her once, Jim, once.”
“You’re only jealous cause I saw someone I like and you’re still single and haven’t cast an eye on anyone,” Jimmy grunted, and flipped over so he was lying on his stomach, flat, but still able to watch the people that passed them by.
One towel away, Matt tried to persuade Brian to undress his pants.
“I don’t want to take them off,” Brian huffed, being aware that his behavior was somewhat that of a child.
“Don’t be like this now,” the singer tried to reason. “It’s the season to wear shorts. Everyone is wearing short pants today. Look, no one will look at you weird. I bet most of the people here won’t even notice we’re here, and if they do, they won’t care.”
“Yeah, and we’re your friends. You shouldn’t have to feel nervous or upset cause you’re around us in shorts,” Jimmy chimed in, meaning well. “And you’ve always had rather thin legs. Why worry about it now?”
“You’re not helping,” Matt grumbled and turned back to Brian, who had his arms crossed over his chest and glared. “Honestly, it’s way too hot to be in jeans. You’ll overheat and get heat stroke or something. If you’re wearing underwear it’s not a problem to simply take them off. You are wearing underwear, right?”
“I’m wearing swimming trunks underneath,” Brian admitted.
“Jesus Christ, get out of those jeans now,” Zacky said and craned his head to look at the other guitarist.
“Fine…” Brian grumbled and opened the button, undoing the zipper too, and after making sure there wasn’t anyone watching, his wrestled his pants over his hips and pushed them down, pulling them off. He was left in black swimming trunks and the purple t-shirt he had put on at home. Deciding that he looked even more stupid like this, and thanks to Matt’s continuous devotion in bed not having a problem with his torso anymore, he stripped the shirt over his head quickly and threw it to the side.
Matt nodded, “Thank you. Don’t you feel better now?”
Brian chose to ignore that question and looked out over the wide sea, his eyes scanning the beach, and he patted Ichabod’s fur instead.
“Now do me a favor and stop bickering,” Jimmy complained, looking at the couple worriedly. “We need to concentrate on the important things here. My girl could be here and no one sees that because of you.”
“I don’t even know what she looks like,” Matt shrugged, not really interested in watching out for Jimmy’s beautiful stranger. He had come out to spend a relaxed few hours, and not to look out for girls – especially not when he had the lover he wanted next to him.
“She has brown curly hair, she’s rather tiny, had a really sexy bikini on last time, and she has the most beautiful smile ever…” The drummer began daydreaming.
“Tattoo on one arm, highlights in her hair and pink sunglasses?” Brian interrupted, causing Jimmy’s mouth to drop open.
“Yes! How do you know?”
“She’s walking up to us right now, look over there,” he smiled and pointed with his index finger to his left.
“Oh my God… Oh my God!”
And there she was, a petit woman, about the same age as them, maybe a little younger, with a few female friends in tow and volleyball in a basket.
“Hey guys,” she said, making sure to wink at Jimmy and throw her hair back lasciviously. “Do you want to play some ball?”
Jimmy nodded quickly, excitement showing, as he grabbed Johnny’s arm and hauled Zacky up with him. In his rush and eagerness to get closer to the girl he nearly forgot an important thing – again – something Brian decided to take into his own hands now.
“Beach volleyball does not belong to my capabilities at the moment,” he explained, “But I’ll watch from here. I’m Brian… This here is Matt, that’s my friend Jimmy, Zacky, and that midget there is Johnny. What’s your name again?”
“I’m Leana,” she introduced herself, before walking a few feet to the side where her friends had already set up everything they’d need.
Matt and Brian watched how Jimmy stumbled after her, as if he had lost all his senses and was only focused on the girl he had cast an eye on. Zacky and Johnny followed him at a slightly slower pace, laughing at his eagerness.
The couple stayed back, getting comfortable on their towel and sharing a few cuddles and kisses, with Brian bracing himself with his elbow on Matt’s chest, his head right over Matt’s.
Matt’s hands roamed over Brian’s back and stroked him gently, as Brian caressed the singer’s face. They were intimate gestures, but not offensive to anyone that was on the beach as well.
“Eh, guys…?”
No response.
“Guys come on…”
Brian released Matt’s lip from his mouth and turned his head, looking at Jimmy expectantly.
“We’re lacking one player or it’ll be really stupid to play. Matt, can you please come and join us?”
Matt pretended to think about it, and then shook his head. “No. If I got the choice between jumping after a ball and face-planting the sand, and smooching with my boyfriend, I’ll definitely go for my boyfriend.”
“Please!” Jimmy actually started begging, “Matt please, I already told the girls you’d come, since you’re my band mate and you like helping out and stuff… Please, don’t ruin this for me. I really like her; I want this to be perfect. She seems to like volleyball or whatever, so I want it to be perfect for her. Matt please, come on…”
Matt grumbled, preferring to stay with Brian, but knowing it would be harsh to turn Jimmy down. He sat up, causing his drummer to yelp and excitedly hopping back to the others; and Brian to give a small smile.
“You’re too good to people sometimes,” the guitarist said and turned around, so he sat on his behind.
“I’ll try and make it short. And then we can go back to where we left it off,” Matt announced, and placed a kiss on Brian’s nose. He laughed when Brian wrinkled his nose and wiped at it with his hand.
“Now go and have fun,” Brian nodded, a soft smile on his lips, and went back to patting Zacky’s dogs when his boyfriend left.
“Icky, wanna play ball too?” He asked the dog and got a tennis ball out of the bag the left-handed guitarist had brought along.
Ichabod barked in excitement and eyed Brian’s hand intently, his tail wigging really fast.
Brian reached back and threw the yellow ball as forcefully as he could, and the black dog started to bark and he ran after it. Sand flew everywhere when he first started moving. Proudly, the dog retrieved the ball Brian had thrown and trotted back to the towel, enjoying how Brian patted and praised him – then the process was repeated when Brian threw the ball again.
Both got tired after a while, and so Ichabod lay down on the sand, resting, but still watching what his master was doing with those strange people he had never seen before.
Brian got comfortable on his towel, stretched out on his stomach, with his head resting on his arms. There was nothing to do, really, so he could as well seize the time to tan while his friends were busy playing.
Like Matt had said, he came back a bit later and plopped down on the warm sand. He rummaged through the cooler bag and got out a bottle of water, nearly guzzling it down in one chug.
Brian watched him for a short moment, smiled, and then closed his eyes again, the heat making him lazy and sleepy.
He yelped half a minute later when something cold dribbled down on his back.
“I can’t have you getting burnt in the sun,” Matt chuckled at his friends’ shocked expression, and rubbed the sunscreen over Brian’s entire back, his shoulders, the back of his arms, and lastly his sun-exposed legs.
He put the rest he still had in his hand on his own body, the area of skin he could reach himself anyway, and then laid down next to Brian. They laid close to each other, arm to arm, their heads turned so they were facing the other – about to nap.
“Aww, could they be any gayer?” Zacky giggled from the distance. Matt and Brian flipped him off at the same time. Apart from a series of cooing noises, from both the females and their band mates, they were left alone and quickly fell asleep.
When Brian woke up again, he first thing he noticed was that he felt really hot. He carefully turned to the side, till he was in reach of the cooler. He got out one of the water bottles, and drank half of it until he wasn’t thirsty anymore. He looked around.
Matt was still out, snoring softly, and his back having a reddish tint to it. It wasn’t sunburn yet, but they’d have to watch out to not let it get any hotter there. Jimmy was nowhere to be seen, Johnny was asleep himself, and Zacky seemed to have gone on a walk with Ichabod – seeing as his bag was still there, but guitarist, dog and leash missing.
Brian got out the tube with sunscreen, put a few droplets of the white milky substance in his hand, and waited until it was warm to his touch. He then rubbed his hand over Matt’s back gently, to not wake him up. When he was done, he looked back out over the sea.
It was a quiet time, and there weren’t many people at the beach. Seeing no one was watching him, he made a decision. Half skidding, half crawling, he got forward a few feet and reached the water.
There, Brian sat down with his legs stretched out in front of him. He watched how the water approached him and engulfed his legs and trunks, going a bit behind him, and then regressing again. He stretched out his hands, and smiled at the touch of the water meeting his skin. He had always enjoyed being at the beach, near the sea, and now sitting there and being close to the water felt great.
He put his arms behind his body, so he was leaning on his elbows, and let the water spill over his abdomen and back, able to feel the sea water on his entire body now.
Sitting like this for many moments, he heard someone come up behind him. For some reason, he instantly knew that it was Matt.
He was right, as he recognized the singer’s shape out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t mind Matt coming after him; in fact, he had hoped his boyfriend would wake up and come eventually, so he could share the special moment with him.
No words were needed, and Matt simply sat down next to Brian, stretched out his legs like Brian had done, and looked out at the wide sea.
Brian took Matt’s hand and interlaced their fingers.
In silence they sat there, holding hands, and after a while Brian’s head leant against Matt’s shoulder.
It was a long time later that their moment was over, when Johnny appeared and stepped in front of them quietly with his cell phone in hand, taking a picture.
“I wanted a recent picture, and that moment seemed like the right opportunity to take one. If you want, I can send it to your phones later,” the bassist offered.
Brian beamed, “That would be really cool, thanks Johnny.”
“Never mind,” he smiled, and continued talking. “So I’m supposed to say bye-bye from Jimmy. He was in a hurry to go God knows where with that Leana chick. Zacky just came back with Ichabod; they went for a walk earlier. We’re planning on eating some of our sandwiches now. If you wanna come… you’ve been here a long time.”
“We’ll be there in a second,” Matt promised and waited until Johnny had gone back to their towels near the promenade.
“Carry me?” Brian asked, his teeth chattering slightly now, “My arms are a little stiff, I’m not sure how long getting back up there will take me.”
Matt got up and lifted Brian up with him, raising an eyebrow at his sheepish face. “You’re ice cold, Bri. You could have said something, you know?”
“Yeah,” he admitted and thanked his boyfriend when they had reached their spot. “I was really comfy, though. I didn’t want to get back up here yet.”
Zacky tossed a dry towel over, and Brian used it to wrap it around his shoulders, savoring the slightest bit of warmth it was giving him.
Matt’s reproachful expression had been replaced by a faint smile on his lips. As Brian grinned at him with pale blue lips, a sandwich in one hand and a bottle with orange lemonade in the other, Matt found himself laughing out loud.
“You’re too cute for your own good sometimes,” he twinkled, “But just so you know, you’re totally taking a hot bath tonight.”
A few hours later, Matt and Brian were in the garden behind their house, both bare-chested and in swimming trunks.
The singer was swimming, doing laps from one side of the pool to the other, diving, or floating on the airbed they had put into the water. Brian was lying on a lounger they had positioned close to the edge of the pool, reading his catalogue again. After a while, he felt observed, and looked up to find that Matt was watching him.
“What?”
“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go swimming as well. You looked like you wanted to earlier at the beach… I’d hold you up if you wanted to join.”
Brian was hesitantly looking at the man in front of him. The pool was the place where he had tried to take his life, so good memories were not what he found there. Also, swimming was not something he could control. He had been a good swimmer, but he wasn’t sure if swimming with only his arms would work out. It was stupid, he knew that, other people were able to do it too, but he was scared. He wasn’t exactly eager to get into situations he wasn’t sure how to handle. If he would be able to swim and have fun with Matt then perfect, but if he couldn’t then he’d have to reply on Matt to save him once again.
“And you’ll hold me up until I tell you I want to try swimming on my own?” Brian asked while his gaze was fixed on Matt.
“I will.” Those trustful eyes never lied, and if he couldn’t trust Matt, he couldn’t trust anyone.
“I swear, if you’re dropping me…” Brian threatened, the threat being something to calm himself, as he put his catalogue aside and got onto the grass.
He scooted forward until he reached the edge of the pool, and maneuvered his limbs inside. Matt swam to where he was, and gently pried his legs apart, getting in between them when they were open.
The singer put his arms around Brian and gave soft tugs, causing Brian to slowly slip forward into Matt’s strong arms.
Brian quickly held onto Matt’s shoulders, tightly, but making sure his fingernails were not digging into his skin.
With his hands underneath Brian’s thighs, placed in the very middle, Matt was able to hold him right, as his legs were on either side of him. The singer lowered Brian further into the water, so it would meet the part of skin that was not numb, and slowly so the coldness of it wouldn’t come as shock to him.
“Are you still up to this?” Matt inquired and placed a chaste kiss on Brian’s cheek.
A small nod was his response.
Matt sighed, but walked backwards, signaling Brian that they were going away from the edge, and that he really was in Matt’s strong hold now.
Brian put his arms around Matt’s neck and slowly relaxed. He stretched out his arms, so he was holding onto his boyfriend, but still able to look at Matt.
It was a rather sensual moment: Matt, dripping wet from diving, holding Brian pressed to his body, with water lapping at their chest, and tiny droplets of water dripping down Matt’s hair onto his shoulders, rolling down and mingling with the liquid in the pool.
Feeling secure enough to let go one arm, Brian stroked through Matt’s hair lovingly, receiving a smile in return.
“You’re amazing,” Matt whispered huskily.
Brian just smiled. There weren’t any words needed, and he closed his eyes and gently placed his forehead against Matt’s.
Like that, they waded through the water.
At one point, Matt loosened his grip, and Brian slowly slid from his grasp. Instead of holding his thighs, his hands went to Brian’s buttocks, lightly stroked over it and further up, holding Brian around the back so he wouldn’t sink or float away.
When Brian felt hands on his back, he looked at Matt in astonishment; coming to realize that he had to be floating if Matt’s hands weren’t there to hold his legs anymore.
He looked down in between their bodies and saw that his feet were on top of Matt’s, and that he was actually standing. Assisted by Matt, and by no means steady, seeing his legs were already pulled behind him by the moving water, but he had been standing.
The singer drew Brian closer again and pressed his body down slightly, and Brian knew that his boyfriend had just adjusted their positions, he that he was standing again.
Without further warning, Brian’s head suddenly shot forward and he crushed his mouth onto Matt’s, both of them moaning, as he tangled his fingers into Matt’s hair.
Matt wrapped his arms around Brian’s back and quickly brought them over to the edge of the pool, pressing Brian against the wall and kissing his face, then moving down lower over his neck until he reached his chest.
Brian braced himself by putting his arms down onto the tiles, and when Matt took Brian’s right nipple into his mouth and sucked at it, he tilted his head back and groaned.
The singer gave his best to please his boyfriend, though it was a hard task because with Brian’s body twitching, and his own being slippery wet himself, he had to adjust Brian’s position every other moment to avoid him doing his performance underwater.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Brian groaned, and Matt couldn’t suppress a grin as he lightly scraped his teeth over the hardened flesh.
Licking over his chest and then moving to Brian’s neck, Matt let Brian slip down slightly, knowing he wouldn’t sink any further, as Brian was squished in between him and the wall.
Brian’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of his neck being caressed, and when he opened them again, Matt recognized a strong determination in his lust-darkened orbs.
The guitarist’s hand went down between their bodies and sought Matt’s swimming trunks. Thin talented fingers disappeared beneath the hem of the pants, and grasped the singer’s throbbing erection.
Just the light touch of his hand made Matt pant, and he thought he was in heaven when Brian’s fingertips brushed over his tip. Soon, Brian’s hand was wrapped around his penis and stroked up and down.
If he had been standing on the ground, his legs would have buckled. It was what he had dreamed about ever since they had become a couple. Of course, a hand job was not his ultimate goal, and he had been glad to willingly wait until Brian was ready for more, but he had tried to imagine what that situation would be like.
Matt moaned with pleasure at what his boyfriend was doing there, and hissed between his teeth when Brian expanded his activity, and rolled his testicles in his hand.
He hadn’t had that form of sexual contact in months, so Brian’s touch almost came as blessing.
“Is that good?” Brian asked cheekily, very well knowing what his actions were doing to the singer.
Matt was unable to reply verbally, so he only nodded and emitted another loud groan when Brian went back to stroking his member, pumping at a fast rate, as fast as it would go underwater where all motions were slowed.
Matt’s breathing came out in shallow gasps, and a few moments later, he felt his thighs trembling.
“C-close,” the singer managed to get out, and nearly whimpered when Brian put his hands to his testicles again, to squeeze and knead them lightly.
It was like something exploded inside of him. It felt like he was about to pass out, a blinding bright light behind his eyes and a shiver of high intensity going through his body that left him dazed for a moment. At the same time, his testicles twitched and Brian’s hand went back to his shaft, jerking him off until every drop of cum had left his penis and mixed with both the water and the swimming trunks.
He barely heard Brian’s small laugh, and barely felt the kiss his boyfriend was giving him, still in awe over what had happened just now.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Brian shrugged, wearing a radiating smile on his face.
With glazed eyes, Matt looked at Brian, hugged him and expelled a shaky breath, causing Brian to laugh again.
“Are you okay there? You looked a little pale after you came…”
“Is it possible I got my cocky Synyster Gates back?” Matt asked playfully when he moved back, holding Brian up at his waist.
“No,” the guitarist shook his head, “But you’ve got Brian fucking Haner.”
“I’m glad about that too,” Matt nodded and brushed his index finger over Brian’s cheek.
“You should be,” Brian’s eyes sparkled, as if the sexual moment had given him new confidence and new strength, and he lightly pushed Matt away.
Brian let go of the edge of the pool and used his arms to keep himself up, making quick swimming movements to not sink. It looked clumsy at first, and Brian’s mouth sank underwater a couple of times, but then his strokes became more calm and steady, and he swam forward.
Matt, having slowly come down from his height, watched his boyfriend with pride in his eyes.
“Are you gonna swim or just look at me?” Brian asked, making his way to the other side of the pool, calling out for Matt to join him.
The singer shook his head in amusement and swam after the other man, quickly catching up with him and then turning on his back, regarding him and holding eye contact.
“Show-off,” Brian panted, but kept the happy expression on his face.
“Me?” Matt winked, “Never…”
When they reached the end of the pool, they held onto the edge there, both slightly breathless.
“Thanks Matt,” Brian nodded. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have done this. You help me so much…”
“I didn’t do anything. It was your doing. You don’t really need me in that way. You’re so much stronger than you think,” Matt said, meaning it.
Brian beamed at the bigger man; probably the happiest he had been in a while. “How about we do one last lap back to the other side, and then take the hot bath you talked about earlier? Keep on your swimming trunks, and you can get in with me.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Matt said, going to say something else, but stopped by Brian. “What are you –?”
With a mischievous facial expression, Brian grasped Matt’s shoulders and pushed him underwater, starting to swim quickly and calling over his shoulder, when he heard the man come up again spluttering, “Last one to reach the other side has to clean the tub afterwards!”
Title: Stand by me
Author: Kitekat1
Pairing: Matt Sanders/Brian Haner
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and never happened. I don't own any of the characters.
Summary: Set months after the release of 'City of Evil', the lives of the Avenged members drastically change when one of their own has to deal with the consequences of a harsh stroke of fate. Nothing is the way it was before. Will things fall apart, or can something good come out of the new situation when unforeseen feelings evolve?
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 |
Chapter 23
The high temperatures would not break off, and Brian and Matt decided to battle the heat together at the beach with their three best friends.
They brought everything needed: snacks, cooled drinks, sun block and towels – things made for a quiet day near Huntington Beach’s promenade.
They had stayed close to the paved ways, since Brian’s wheelchair could not drive in the sand, and Matt had carried him down the short distance and set him down on one of the bath towels they had brought along.
The wheelchair folded together at the side, resting next to the cooler bag underneath a sunshade – closely guarded by Zacky’s dog Ichabod -, the men lazed on towels or the sand and talked, Jimmy only having one specific topic in mind.
“Do you think she’ll come? She looked like she gets her tan from the sun, and this is near where I saw her that one time.”
Zacky groaned, “That one time? Don’t make it seem like you’ve seen her multiple times. You saw her once, Jim, once.”
“You’re only jealous cause I saw someone I like and you’re still single and haven’t cast an eye on anyone,” Jimmy grunted, and flipped over so he was lying on his stomach, flat, but still able to watch the people that passed them by.
One towel away, Matt tried to persuade Brian to undress his pants.
“I don’t want to take them off,” Brian huffed, being aware that his behavior was somewhat that of a child.
“Don’t be like this now,” the singer tried to reason. “It’s the season to wear shorts. Everyone is wearing short pants today. Look, no one will look at you weird. I bet most of the people here won’t even notice we’re here, and if they do, they won’t care.”
“Yeah, and we’re your friends. You shouldn’t have to feel nervous or upset cause you’re around us in shorts,” Jimmy chimed in, meaning well. “And you’ve always had rather thin legs. Why worry about it now?”
“You’re not helping,” Matt grumbled and turned back to Brian, who had his arms crossed over his chest and glared. “Honestly, it’s way too hot to be in jeans. You’ll overheat and get heat stroke or something. If you’re wearing underwear it’s not a problem to simply take them off. You are wearing underwear, right?”
“I’m wearing swimming trunks underneath,” Brian admitted.
“Jesus Christ, get out of those jeans now,” Zacky said and craned his head to look at the other guitarist.
“Fine…” Brian grumbled and opened the button, undoing the zipper too, and after making sure there wasn’t anyone watching, his wrestled his pants over his hips and pushed them down, pulling them off. He was left in black swimming trunks and the purple t-shirt he had put on at home. Deciding that he looked even more stupid like this, and thanks to Matt’s continuous devotion in bed not having a problem with his torso anymore, he stripped the shirt over his head quickly and threw it to the side.
Matt nodded, “Thank you. Don’t you feel better now?”
Brian chose to ignore that question and looked out over the wide sea, his eyes scanning the beach, and he patted Ichabod’s fur instead.
“Now do me a favor and stop bickering,” Jimmy complained, looking at the couple worriedly. “We need to concentrate on the important things here. My girl could be here and no one sees that because of you.”
“I don’t even know what she looks like,” Matt shrugged, not really interested in watching out for Jimmy’s beautiful stranger. He had come out to spend a relaxed few hours, and not to look out for girls – especially not when he had the lover he wanted next to him.
“She has brown curly hair, she’s rather tiny, had a really sexy bikini on last time, and she has the most beautiful smile ever…” The drummer began daydreaming.
“Tattoo on one arm, highlights in her hair and pink sunglasses?” Brian interrupted, causing Jimmy’s mouth to drop open.
“Yes! How do you know?”
“She’s walking up to us right now, look over there,” he smiled and pointed with his index finger to his left.
“Oh my God… Oh my God!”
And there she was, a petit woman, about the same age as them, maybe a little younger, with a few female friends in tow and volleyball in a basket.
“Hey guys,” she said, making sure to wink at Jimmy and throw her hair back lasciviously. “Do you want to play some ball?”
Jimmy nodded quickly, excitement showing, as he grabbed Johnny’s arm and hauled Zacky up with him. In his rush and eagerness to get closer to the girl he nearly forgot an important thing – again – something Brian decided to take into his own hands now.
“Beach volleyball does not belong to my capabilities at the moment,” he explained, “But I’ll watch from here. I’m Brian… This here is Matt, that’s my friend Jimmy, Zacky, and that midget there is Johnny. What’s your name again?”
“I’m Leana,” she introduced herself, before walking a few feet to the side where her friends had already set up everything they’d need.
Matt and Brian watched how Jimmy stumbled after her, as if he had lost all his senses and was only focused on the girl he had cast an eye on. Zacky and Johnny followed him at a slightly slower pace, laughing at his eagerness.
The couple stayed back, getting comfortable on their towel and sharing a few cuddles and kisses, with Brian bracing himself with his elbow on Matt’s chest, his head right over Matt’s.
Matt’s hands roamed over Brian’s back and stroked him gently, as Brian caressed the singer’s face. They were intimate gestures, but not offensive to anyone that was on the beach as well.
“Eh, guys…?”
No response.
“Guys come on…”
Brian released Matt’s lip from his mouth and turned his head, looking at Jimmy expectantly.
“We’re lacking one player or it’ll be really stupid to play. Matt, can you please come and join us?”
Matt pretended to think about it, and then shook his head. “No. If I got the choice between jumping after a ball and face-planting the sand, and smooching with my boyfriend, I’ll definitely go for my boyfriend.”
“Please!” Jimmy actually started begging, “Matt please, I already told the girls you’d come, since you’re my band mate and you like helping out and stuff… Please, don’t ruin this for me. I really like her; I want this to be perfect. She seems to like volleyball or whatever, so I want it to be perfect for her. Matt please, come on…”
Matt grumbled, preferring to stay with Brian, but knowing it would be harsh to turn Jimmy down. He sat up, causing his drummer to yelp and excitedly hopping back to the others; and Brian to give a small smile.
“You’re too good to people sometimes,” the guitarist said and turned around, so he sat on his behind.
“I’ll try and make it short. And then we can go back to where we left it off,” Matt announced, and placed a kiss on Brian’s nose. He laughed when Brian wrinkled his nose and wiped at it with his hand.
“Now go and have fun,” Brian nodded, a soft smile on his lips, and went back to patting Zacky’s dogs when his boyfriend left.
“Icky, wanna play ball too?” He asked the dog and got a tennis ball out of the bag the left-handed guitarist had brought along.
Ichabod barked in excitement and eyed Brian’s hand intently, his tail wigging really fast.
Brian reached back and threw the yellow ball as forcefully as he could, and the black dog started to bark and he ran after it. Sand flew everywhere when he first started moving. Proudly, the dog retrieved the ball Brian had thrown and trotted back to the towel, enjoying how Brian patted and praised him – then the process was repeated when Brian threw the ball again.
Both got tired after a while, and so Ichabod lay down on the sand, resting, but still watching what his master was doing with those strange people he had never seen before.
Brian got comfortable on his towel, stretched out on his stomach, with his head resting on his arms. There was nothing to do, really, so he could as well seize the time to tan while his friends were busy playing.
Like Matt had said, he came back a bit later and plopped down on the warm sand. He rummaged through the cooler bag and got out a bottle of water, nearly guzzling it down in one chug.
Brian watched him for a short moment, smiled, and then closed his eyes again, the heat making him lazy and sleepy.
He yelped half a minute later when something cold dribbled down on his back.
“I can’t have you getting burnt in the sun,” Matt chuckled at his friends’ shocked expression, and rubbed the sunscreen over Brian’s entire back, his shoulders, the back of his arms, and lastly his sun-exposed legs.
He put the rest he still had in his hand on his own body, the area of skin he could reach himself anyway, and then laid down next to Brian. They laid close to each other, arm to arm, their heads turned so they were facing the other – about to nap.
“Aww, could they be any gayer?” Zacky giggled from the distance. Matt and Brian flipped him off at the same time. Apart from a series of cooing noises, from both the females and their band mates, they were left alone and quickly fell asleep.
When Brian woke up again, he first thing he noticed was that he felt really hot. He carefully turned to the side, till he was in reach of the cooler. He got out one of the water bottles, and drank half of it until he wasn’t thirsty anymore. He looked around.
Matt was still out, snoring softly, and his back having a reddish tint to it. It wasn’t sunburn yet, but they’d have to watch out to not let it get any hotter there. Jimmy was nowhere to be seen, Johnny was asleep himself, and Zacky seemed to have gone on a walk with Ichabod – seeing as his bag was still there, but guitarist, dog and leash missing.
Brian got out the tube with sunscreen, put a few droplets of the white milky substance in his hand, and waited until it was warm to his touch. He then rubbed his hand over Matt’s back gently, to not wake him up. When he was done, he looked back out over the sea.
It was a quiet time, and there weren’t many people at the beach. Seeing no one was watching him, he made a decision. Half skidding, half crawling, he got forward a few feet and reached the water.
There, Brian sat down with his legs stretched out in front of him. He watched how the water approached him and engulfed his legs and trunks, going a bit behind him, and then regressing again. He stretched out his hands, and smiled at the touch of the water meeting his skin. He had always enjoyed being at the beach, near the sea, and now sitting there and being close to the water felt great.
He put his arms behind his body, so he was leaning on his elbows, and let the water spill over his abdomen and back, able to feel the sea water on his entire body now.
Sitting like this for many moments, he heard someone come up behind him. For some reason, he instantly knew that it was Matt.
He was right, as he recognized the singer’s shape out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t mind Matt coming after him; in fact, he had hoped his boyfriend would wake up and come eventually, so he could share the special moment with him.
No words were needed, and Matt simply sat down next to Brian, stretched out his legs like Brian had done, and looked out at the wide sea.
Brian took Matt’s hand and interlaced their fingers.
In silence they sat there, holding hands, and after a while Brian’s head leant against Matt’s shoulder.
It was a long time later that their moment was over, when Johnny appeared and stepped in front of them quietly with his cell phone in hand, taking a picture.
“I wanted a recent picture, and that moment seemed like the right opportunity to take one. If you want, I can send it to your phones later,” the bassist offered.
Brian beamed, “That would be really cool, thanks Johnny.”
“Never mind,” he smiled, and continued talking. “So I’m supposed to say bye-bye from Jimmy. He was in a hurry to go God knows where with that Leana chick. Zacky just came back with Ichabod; they went for a walk earlier. We’re planning on eating some of our sandwiches now. If you wanna come… you’ve been here a long time.”
“We’ll be there in a second,” Matt promised and waited until Johnny had gone back to their towels near the promenade.
“Carry me?” Brian asked, his teeth chattering slightly now, “My arms are a little stiff, I’m not sure how long getting back up there will take me.”
Matt got up and lifted Brian up with him, raising an eyebrow at his sheepish face. “You’re ice cold, Bri. You could have said something, you know?”
“Yeah,” he admitted and thanked his boyfriend when they had reached their spot. “I was really comfy, though. I didn’t want to get back up here yet.”
Zacky tossed a dry towel over, and Brian used it to wrap it around his shoulders, savoring the slightest bit of warmth it was giving him.
Matt’s reproachful expression had been replaced by a faint smile on his lips. As Brian grinned at him with pale blue lips, a sandwich in one hand and a bottle with orange lemonade in the other, Matt found himself laughing out loud.
“You’re too cute for your own good sometimes,” he twinkled, “But just so you know, you’re totally taking a hot bath tonight.”
A few hours later, Matt and Brian were in the garden behind their house, both bare-chested and in swimming trunks.
The singer was swimming, doing laps from one side of the pool to the other, diving, or floating on the airbed they had put into the water. Brian was lying on a lounger they had positioned close to the edge of the pool, reading his catalogue again. After a while, he felt observed, and looked up to find that Matt was watching him.
“What?”
“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go swimming as well. You looked like you wanted to earlier at the beach… I’d hold you up if you wanted to join.”
Brian was hesitantly looking at the man in front of him. The pool was the place where he had tried to take his life, so good memories were not what he found there. Also, swimming was not something he could control. He had been a good swimmer, but he wasn’t sure if swimming with only his arms would work out. It was stupid, he knew that, other people were able to do it too, but he was scared. He wasn’t exactly eager to get into situations he wasn’t sure how to handle. If he would be able to swim and have fun with Matt then perfect, but if he couldn’t then he’d have to reply on Matt to save him once again.
“And you’ll hold me up until I tell you I want to try swimming on my own?” Brian asked while his gaze was fixed on Matt.
“I will.” Those trustful eyes never lied, and if he couldn’t trust Matt, he couldn’t trust anyone.
“I swear, if you’re dropping me…” Brian threatened, the threat being something to calm himself, as he put his catalogue aside and got onto the grass.
He scooted forward until he reached the edge of the pool, and maneuvered his limbs inside. Matt swam to where he was, and gently pried his legs apart, getting in between them when they were open.
The singer put his arms around Brian and gave soft tugs, causing Brian to slowly slip forward into Matt’s strong arms.
Brian quickly held onto Matt’s shoulders, tightly, but making sure his fingernails were not digging into his skin.
With his hands underneath Brian’s thighs, placed in the very middle, Matt was able to hold him right, as his legs were on either side of him. The singer lowered Brian further into the water, so it would meet the part of skin that was not numb, and slowly so the coldness of it wouldn’t come as shock to him.
“Are you still up to this?” Matt inquired and placed a chaste kiss on Brian’s cheek.
A small nod was his response.
Matt sighed, but walked backwards, signaling Brian that they were going away from the edge, and that he really was in Matt’s strong hold now.
Brian put his arms around Matt’s neck and slowly relaxed. He stretched out his arms, so he was holding onto his boyfriend, but still able to look at Matt.
It was a rather sensual moment: Matt, dripping wet from diving, holding Brian pressed to his body, with water lapping at their chest, and tiny droplets of water dripping down Matt’s hair onto his shoulders, rolling down and mingling with the liquid in the pool.
Feeling secure enough to let go one arm, Brian stroked through Matt’s hair lovingly, receiving a smile in return.
“You’re amazing,” Matt whispered huskily.
Brian just smiled. There weren’t any words needed, and he closed his eyes and gently placed his forehead against Matt’s.
Like that, they waded through the water.
At one point, Matt loosened his grip, and Brian slowly slid from his grasp. Instead of holding his thighs, his hands went to Brian’s buttocks, lightly stroked over it and further up, holding Brian around the back so he wouldn’t sink or float away.
When Brian felt hands on his back, he looked at Matt in astonishment; coming to realize that he had to be floating if Matt’s hands weren’t there to hold his legs anymore.
He looked down in between their bodies and saw that his feet were on top of Matt’s, and that he was actually standing. Assisted by Matt, and by no means steady, seeing his legs were already pulled behind him by the moving water, but he had been standing.
The singer drew Brian closer again and pressed his body down slightly, and Brian knew that his boyfriend had just adjusted their positions, he that he was standing again.
Without further warning, Brian’s head suddenly shot forward and he crushed his mouth onto Matt’s, both of them moaning, as he tangled his fingers into Matt’s hair.
Matt wrapped his arms around Brian’s back and quickly brought them over to the edge of the pool, pressing Brian against the wall and kissing his face, then moving down lower over his neck until he reached his chest.
Brian braced himself by putting his arms down onto the tiles, and when Matt took Brian’s right nipple into his mouth and sucked at it, he tilted his head back and groaned.
The singer gave his best to please his boyfriend, though it was a hard task because with Brian’s body twitching, and his own being slippery wet himself, he had to adjust Brian’s position every other moment to avoid him doing his performance underwater.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Brian groaned, and Matt couldn’t suppress a grin as he lightly scraped his teeth over the hardened flesh.
Licking over his chest and then moving to Brian’s neck, Matt let Brian slip down slightly, knowing he wouldn’t sink any further, as Brian was squished in between him and the wall.
Brian’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of his neck being caressed, and when he opened them again, Matt recognized a strong determination in his lust-darkened orbs.
The guitarist’s hand went down between their bodies and sought Matt’s swimming trunks. Thin talented fingers disappeared beneath the hem of the pants, and grasped the singer’s throbbing erection.
Just the light touch of his hand made Matt pant, and he thought he was in heaven when Brian’s fingertips brushed over his tip. Soon, Brian’s hand was wrapped around his penis and stroked up and down.
If he had been standing on the ground, his legs would have buckled. It was what he had dreamed about ever since they had become a couple. Of course, a hand job was not his ultimate goal, and he had been glad to willingly wait until Brian was ready for more, but he had tried to imagine what that situation would be like.
Matt moaned with pleasure at what his boyfriend was doing there, and hissed between his teeth when Brian expanded his activity, and rolled his testicles in his hand.
He hadn’t had that form of sexual contact in months, so Brian’s touch almost came as blessing.
“Is that good?” Brian asked cheekily, very well knowing what his actions were doing to the singer.
Matt was unable to reply verbally, so he only nodded and emitted another loud groan when Brian went back to stroking his member, pumping at a fast rate, as fast as it would go underwater where all motions were slowed.
Matt’s breathing came out in shallow gasps, and a few moments later, he felt his thighs trembling.
“C-close,” the singer managed to get out, and nearly whimpered when Brian put his hands to his testicles again, to squeeze and knead them lightly.
It was like something exploded inside of him. It felt like he was about to pass out, a blinding bright light behind his eyes and a shiver of high intensity going through his body that left him dazed for a moment. At the same time, his testicles twitched and Brian’s hand went back to his shaft, jerking him off until every drop of cum had left his penis and mixed with both the water and the swimming trunks.
He barely heard Brian’s small laugh, and barely felt the kiss his boyfriend was giving him, still in awe over what had happened just now.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Brian shrugged, wearing a radiating smile on his face.
With glazed eyes, Matt looked at Brian, hugged him and expelled a shaky breath, causing Brian to laugh again.
“Are you okay there? You looked a little pale after you came…”
“Is it possible I got my cocky Synyster Gates back?” Matt asked playfully when he moved back, holding Brian up at his waist.
“No,” the guitarist shook his head, “But you’ve got Brian fucking Haner.”
“I’m glad about that too,” Matt nodded and brushed his index finger over Brian’s cheek.
“You should be,” Brian’s eyes sparkled, as if the sexual moment had given him new confidence and new strength, and he lightly pushed Matt away.
Brian let go of the edge of the pool and used his arms to keep himself up, making quick swimming movements to not sink. It looked clumsy at first, and Brian’s mouth sank underwater a couple of times, but then his strokes became more calm and steady, and he swam forward.
Matt, having slowly come down from his height, watched his boyfriend with pride in his eyes.
“Are you gonna swim or just look at me?” Brian asked, making his way to the other side of the pool, calling out for Matt to join him.
The singer shook his head in amusement and swam after the other man, quickly catching up with him and then turning on his back, regarding him and holding eye contact.
“Show-off,” Brian panted, but kept the happy expression on his face.
“Me?” Matt winked, “Never…”
When they reached the end of the pool, they held onto the edge there, both slightly breathless.
“Thanks Matt,” Brian nodded. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have done this. You help me so much…”
“I didn’t do anything. It was your doing. You don’t really need me in that way. You’re so much stronger than you think,” Matt said, meaning it.
Brian beamed at the bigger man; probably the happiest he had been in a while. “How about we do one last lap back to the other side, and then take the hot bath you talked about earlier? Keep on your swimming trunks, and you can get in with me.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Matt said, going to say something else, but stopped by Brian. “What are you –?”
With a mischievous facial expression, Brian grasped Matt’s shoulders and pushed him underwater, starting to swim quickly and calling over his shoulder, when he heard the man come up again spluttering, “Last one to reach the other side has to clean the tub afterwards!”
