Just a tiny 310 word Zeddy Jonesham ficlet I thought up.
Warning: Slashy McHotTeenBoysMakingOut is in town. Also, incredibly PWP. Rated probably about a PG-13, no swearing but explicit boy-on-boy loving. About as much as you can get with all your clothes still on. Don't say I didn't warn you. Three times.
Disclaimer: I don't own SoR. I don't own Freddy Jones, nor Zack Mooneyham. SoR would be an R rated movie if I did. And I know how much you ALL want that.
Pressed against the cheaply-painted wall, I was in heaven. His warm hands, sweaty from hard work, held my waist through the much too there shirt I was wearing.
I wrapped my pale arms around his neck and he smiled. His eyes are so brown, so wonderfully chocolate brown, it makes me melt. He leaned down and kissed me softly, something I knew would not last. I pressed forcefully on his lips, biting his bottom lip. He stumbled back, surprised by my forcefulness.
He broke away from me, reattaching his lips to skin. I fingered my left hand in his mohawk, pressing him deeper into my neck. He started humming, knowing it was a turn on and a weakness for me, and I felt my knees wobble.
After leaving sufficient hickies, he returned to my lips and crashed against me, teeth to teeth and tongue to tongue. His lips were so soft, even as they were crushing mine. I moaned when he dragged his tongue across the roof of my mouth. He smiled against my lips then moved and nipped at my ear.
"I have a huge boner, just so you know," he whispered in my ear. I jerked my hips against his in response, him feeling my hard-on. He laughed.
"Oh, get a room!" Summer yelled from behind her clipboard. I couldn't help but double over from laughter. Katie was visibly annoyed as well, everyone else was indifferent. They'd suffered through enough practices with us to get that we were attached to each other by the lips.
"Yeah, honies? We have practice, y'know. If you aren't too busy for it." Katie yelled. I slid out from under Freddy's hard body and reached for my guitar. I looked back at him and half-smiled. He half-smiled as well, then bit his lip. This was how every practice tended to begin.
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