Title: An Innocent Little Game…CH.11

Warnings: You know the drill….

Summary: Super-mega important chapter well, it is to me….so it should be pretty important…er…ya

A/N: O god, it's not nearly as good as I want it to be, but 2 seriously important things happen and stuff, so it had to be written. The band is actually in this one, I was getting bored of Zack & Freddy's houses, so now we have SOR sobs god, I hope it doesn't suck. So.. here goes, I guess….

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Zack breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door behind him.

What Max had said was good enough for him. He'd been to worried to care if he was lying. Christie would stop him anyway.

He walked nonchalantly down the hall and into the living room, only to be hit in the face by some kind of black fabric. He held it up. A sweater. Freddy's sweater.

"Hey, put that on. It's time to go." Said boyfriend mentioned, pulling on a shoe.

"What?" Zack asked, confused. Freddy grinned, amusement obvious on his face.

"You mean you forgot?"

"Forgot what, Freddy?" Freddy just smiled.

"Come on, stop teasing and just tell me."

"You forgot about practice. Now, what was that you said earlier…o yes. "Freddy, you're not that distracting once you get to know you." Unquote." Freddy started backing towards the door as he said this.

"Shut up, Freddy. You know I was only joking."

"Sure you were." Zack followed Freddy out the door and pounced on him, the pair falling onto the damp grass, rain sprinkling down on them.

"If it makes you feel any better, Jones, you are the single most distracting person I know." Freddy grinned and kissed the guitarist softly on the lips.

"Well, thank you then." The couple fell into one of the reoccurring silences where they just looked at each other. Zack suddenly knew what he wanted to do.

"Hey, lover boys!" Christie shattered the moment. "Get off each other or we're going to be late." Zack blushed a deep red as they stood, Freddy wrapping an arm around his waist and escorting him to the car.

"Freddy," Zack whispered as they walked. "I think- um… I-think we should tell the band. They have a right to know and…" Zack started rambling and hadn't noticed his stopping.

Freddy kissed him once more, lightly and smiled.

"Really?"

"Really, really." Zack whispered. Freddy nodded.

"We can do that. Let's go."

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The car ride had been quiet, Zack gripping Freddy's hand in attempt to quelch the growing nervousness in the pit of his stomach. What if they hated them? Didn't accept his love for Freddy? He tightened his grip and sat still. Don't think about it.

"See ya later." Christie said, waving them off.

"Yeah, eight tonight."

Upstairs, everyone was standing around the room, talking in loud voices and practicing random riffs and lyrics. Dewey sat in a leather chair in the corner, eyes closed, Katie by the window playing on of their songs, The back up singers standing off to the side and doing vocal warm ups unlike any others, Lawrence was reading, and everyone else was congealed in the center of the room, talking and adding to the clatter.

Dewey's eyes fluttered open when they entered.

"Finally, you guys. Ok, now hat everyone's here, set up for "Alone and you guys without the instruments head downstairs and get the details worked out for next week's show alright?" Dewey wiggled his eyebrows after this statement. "Lets get Rockin'!"

"Um, guys," Freddy began." We have something to tell you.".

"Me and Freddy have been…" Zack faded off, willing the drummer to jump in.

"Together for a little more than a month and we thought you guys should know." Zack internally cringed, waiting for the blow.

"God, finally." Marta said with a roll of the eyes. "We were wondering when you'd tell us."

"You knew?" Zack asked, eyes widening in shock.

"Like it wasn't obvious, they way you two went at it at the party…" Katie smiled seeing both boys' faces turn a violent red.

"Well, we're all very happy for you, but we got a show to rehearse for!" Dewey said enthusiastically, dismissing their relationship like it happened every day.

So, they practiced.

0 After Practice 0

It was another quiet ride in the car after Christie picked them up. Zack was still running the conversation with the band over in his mind, incredibly happy that they had been accepted.

Freddy smiled at him and took his hand, leaning towards him and kissing him on the cheek.

"Happy?" he asked softly.

"When I'm with you," Zack said capturing Freddy's lips with his own for a brief second.

"Please, no make out sessions in my car." Christie said.

"Unless it's you and Max, correct?" The blonde asked with one of his devilish grins.

"Shut up, Blondie." Christie scowled at him through the mirror. She pulled up at the house and left in some kind of rush, muttering something about "idiot" and "I swear if…" and then "Max."

Freddy left immediately, walking into the house. Zack followed him, but lingered here and there. For some odd reason he wanted the drummer to get to his room before he did.

He walked slowly down the hall and turned into his room.

Freddy was sitting on the bed in the corner, holding a cell in one hand and nodding. He closed the phone and cocked his head to one side, looking at it.

"My Mom called." He said absently as Zack walked in the room, shutting the door behind him. "Told me to just crash here. Dunno why though…"

'Oddly convenient' Zack thought to himself.

"Well then," he said. He pulled the blonde into a kiss, giving up the upper hand to Freddy who promptly took advantage, pushing the guitarist onto his back and tugging lightly at Zack's red shirt. He followed the drummer's lead, tugging at his shirt in turn and tossing it to the floor, other part of the bed, a lamp, it didn't matter.

Freddy pulled away for a few seconds, against Zack's protest, and trailed his fingers lightly down the Brunette's chest, barely just brushing the skin.

"Damn it Freddy!" Zack growled, gripping his shoulders to pull him back down for another kiss. Zack felt Freddy grin against his mouth and hands moving slowly downwards on his chest until he was tugging at the black belt around his waist, unfastening it with skilled fingers.

Freddy quickly glanced at him with a questioning look. Seeing Zack in boxers was nothing new for him by now, but he always asked.

Zack loved it.

He gave on nod and Freddy pulled his jeans over his slim hips, wrapping his arms tight around Freddy's waist in need of more skin. Hands began automatically moving upwards towards his chest.

Zack's thoughts came in brief flashes, incapable of full thoughts. Freddy was the only one who could do that to him.

He wanted Freddy.

He needed Freddy.

Jesus, he loved Freddy.

With his whole heart, excluding that small section reserved for Rock & Roll and his guitar, of course.

That thought in mind, he untangled his hands from blonde hair and pushed the drummer's hands back down.

Freddy broke the kiss very suddenly, breathing hard, eyes glazed over.

"Are you sure?" he asked, running a finger over the skin just below the elastic of Zack's boxers.

"Yes," Zack breathed. "God, yes, please do it…"

"Ok." Freddy said simply, gently tugging at Zack's boxers.

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A/N: Wow. Ok. This was like a mega important chapter at least to me because its one of the events I actually PLANNED, ok, mostly I wing it and I planned it so, yeah. I tried here, I really did. Didn't work out as well as I hoped, but it's good enough to post, so R&R!