Title: An Innocent Little Game CH.12
Warnings: Usual
Summary: Woohoo!! Zack and Freddy Venture Downstairs, different perspectives for this chappie. Yay!
A/N: Ok, it's noon before anyone gets up, so sorry it took so long to update. I've been seriously busy…god you have no idea. So….enjoy and stuff…
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Freddy woke up and smiled as her came face-to-face with Zack.
His eyes were closed in a peaceful sleep, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Hair was tousled and flattened down in some parts from sleep.
Or other things… Freddy thought mischievously.
Freddy smiled to himself as he reached up and traced the line of Zack's jaw, following a path downwards on his neck, pausing on his shoulder to finger the purple-black bite mark there. His doing no doubt.
His fingers continued their trail downwards on his chest, the over to trace the curve of the guitarist's slim hips, halting his hand when Zack sighed softly and wrapped arms around his waist.
"Good morning." He said quietly.
"Very good Morning." Freddy replied, smiling softly at his lover.
"Good point." They stayed like that for a few minutes, just comfortable to be in the other's presence.
Zack groaned almost in pain and rolled onto his stomach, mumbling incoherent words into his pillow.
"Hmm?" Freddy asked, laying a hand on Zack's back despite himself.
"I am never bottoming for you again…" Said the brunette, turning his head to look at his lover once again.
"Sure you won't" Grinning wickedly, Freddy climbed out of the bed and searched for his boxers. Zack pouted at him. Freddy thought it was the cutest thing Zack had ever done. He'd never seen Zack pout before.
"Are you leaving?"
"Are you? Come on, I'll make you breakfast."
Zack dramatically rolled his eyes. Like he didn't know the only food Freddy could possibly cook was cereal. Without milk.
Freddy grinned back at him and took him by the waist.
Damn, it was hard to keep his hands off Zack.
0Max0
Christie had fallen asleep. Her head lolled to one side, propped up by a hand resting on the arm rest.
She had fallen asleep in her chair. It was the only chair in the room, placed near his bed to make sure he didn't leave.
Max stared at the ceiling, contemplating the past few days.
Zack and Freddy had gotten together. Well, he had at least found out they were.
His father had been more of an unpredictable asshole than usual, beating the crap out of him.
Christie had saved him. As she usually did.
And, if any of the late-night moaning and groaning were any indication, Freddy and ZackA/N: Duh, who else??? Had fucked each other stupid. A/N:Veeeeeeery sensitive Max…gosh…sry for the interruption…
He just had to be confined to the room next to Zack's.
There was a mummer of quiet voices in the next room, then silence, then he heard soft footsteps going past his door.
So the fags were up.
Max sighed. Sometimes he wondered why girls dated him. Even he knew he was an ass most of the time.
Not that he could help it; he'd just been taught that way.
Christie stirred next to him and almost jumped from the chair.
"Are you ok?" the bassist asked, watching her. She blinked,tilting her head to one side.
"Uh, yeah…just had a nightmare…or something along those lines. I'm perfectly all right. Thanks for asking." Compounding this statement with a soft kiss on his lips, she stood.
"So, want to eat? I'm starved."
"Yeah. I think I can walk…" Max slowly shifted and clutched at the headboard for support before finding his footing. He took a few experimental steps and claimed he could walk well enough.
The pair walked slowly to the kitchen.
0Christie0
Christie stopped at the door.
"This is not what I thought you meant by breakfast…" Zack's voice. So they were up. She rolled her eyes dramatically when she opened the door.
Zack and Freddy were seated next to each other and attempting to devour the other's face.
Bowls of cereal sat in front of them, a jug of milk teetering per cautiously on the edge of the table.
"You guys!" Max said. Christie grabbed the milk right before it crashed to the floor.
"You two…" She muttered under her breath and turned to put the milk back in the fridge. "If you're going to make out, at the table of all places, you could at least make sure you don't break anything." Zack blushed a deep crimson.
"Sorry Chris, we didn't know you were up." Freddy shrugged nonchalantly. So what if people saw them make out?
"Just refrain from it while I'm around." Max said sullenly, sitting down at the counter rather than the table.
"And when Mom and Dad get back. They'd freak. Oh, yeah, they called last night, while you were at practice. They're coming back day after tomorrow."
"Really?" Zack asked disbelievingly. It'd only been three or four days…
"Yeah. Really." No one spoke for a few minutes as everyone scurried around making breakfast and eating.
Christie looked around quickly, searching for the sugar and snatching it from Freddy, who was attempting to pour it all in his mouth.
"Idiot," she said under her breath. Did she have to baby-sit everyone?A/N: Sorry Christie, but I needed a smart character…so yes.
Zack and Freddy left the room, leaving Christie and Max to talk in private.
"So," Max began slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. "How is our plan coming along?
"Well, we have all the little stuff worked out, but…when? I guess would be the first big question…" said Christie, Her voice was quiet, like she was afraid saying it too loud would reveal everything they had been planning.
"Well sometime during school is a dead giveaway, After we know our way around." Christie nodded silently.
"Yeah." Max looked around, as if searching for anyone else that might be in the room. No one was.
"When do you suppose that bastard I regret calling "father" will come for me?
"If I have anything to do with it, he won't be coming at all."
Max smiled his fake smile. He knew very well that wouldn't work.
0Zack0
Zack looked up at Freddy.
They were sitting on the couch, his head resting on the blonde's chest, watching some movie.
Freddy was, as Zack often noted, whether to himself or out loud, completely gorgeous.
His blonde hair hung unkempt in his eyes, which were a deep hazel specked with green. He had a few freckles on his nose and a tan. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, jeans and a white shirt, both wrinkled from their night on the floor.
Zack smiled unknowingly at his boyfriend.
"What are you thinking about, babe?" he asked, almost teasing.
"Same thing you are." They stared at each other for a few seconds, then the moment was ruined by the shrill ring of Freddy's cell.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Hey Freddy!" An over-enthusiastic summer. "there's a party tonight at Richard's. You know, from school. He invited the band. You and Zack should come tonight. Bum a ride off Katie, she has her license now.Knows the way too, last I heard. Call. I have to go now, gotta call Billy. Bye!"
"Who was it?" Zack asked curiously.
"Summer…There's a party tonight. Wanna go?"
"Most definitely."
"We'll hitch a ride off Katie. She knows the address, from what Summer implied."
"Most definitely."
So Freddy and Zack were going to a party.
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A/N: So...yay...i have the next few chapters sort of planned and I'll update as soon as i can!
