A/N: Ookay, so here's the next chappie. Jimminy scotts, I'm getting these chapters out pretty dang fast, wouldn't you say? shrug I guess it's all due to me watching it again…and being parted from my beloved darling Meg, which has been both a blessing and a curse. Without her, I'm just a sad, lonely little girl, half of the Ellen and Anne comedic lesbian thing, and I also lack for inspiration (since she gives me ideas and keeps me moving). With her, I'm often too busy fawning over how very much I adore her to get any work done. So she inspires me and yet distracts me. hugs and kisses for The Meg But don't worry, dahling- you distract me in a good way!
Anyway, this is much much MUCH more sexual than the last chappie…DEAL with it.
DISCLAIMER: Do we REALLY have to go through this again? I own nothing…well, that's not true, I own lots of things. Just not School of Rock, any of it's creators, characters, actors, or really anything else which is officially affiliated with it. Kapiche?
CLAIMER: I still own Tim and Melanie, who I am having great fun with (sorry, I just find them so damn cute together), and now Melanie's mom, the coolest band mom ever, and the band van's broken clock. And anything else I created in this chappie but which I am just too lazy to list out.
DEDICATIONS: Meg! Because you complimented me before and gave me the courage to embrace the writing of sex scenes, something I could never bring myself to really do before! It's YOUR fault that my writing is becoming more perverse! ALL YOUR FAULT! But I love you. MWAH!
Umm, yeah, and to Fangz of Fire...a slight note for you. First of all, Freddy and Zack aren't SUPPOSED to seem like a couple, because they're NOT one...not yet. They're just two friends who aren't as close as they used to be due to Freddy's drugs and the fact that each has feelings for the other and neither is willing to share those feelings. Also, I never title my first chapter. shrug Sorry if it bugs you, I just don't do it.
Now, on to the fic!
Zack steered the band van into Melanie's driveway, pulling to a slow halt just next to the porch. It had to be somewhere past one in the morning…the clock in the van had stopped five months ago and they had never bothered to fix it.
"Here we are," he said, getting out of the van and opening the side door for Tim, who had his hands full with drunken Melanie. Freddy giggled again.
"All ashore that's goin' ashore!" Freddy trilled, and burst into a fresh fit of laughter. Zack shook his head. Tim put an arm around Melanie's waist and helped her down out of the van. She laughed, strands of her long blonde hair falling out of its high ponytail, hanging in her face, and she clung to Tim.
"You going to walk me to my room, Timothy?" she asked, voice sultry. Then she tripped, and the effect was ruined as her fingers instinctively tightened to Tim's waist and shirt. "Oops," she giggled.
Tim tightened his hold on her, turning his gaze to Zack. "S'it okay if we leave our instruments in the van tonight?" he asked. "I kinda got my hands full, here."
Zack nodded. "Sure, no problem."
Tim smiled a grateful smile. "Thanks, man. Good luck with supremo drunk, there," he teased, indicating Freddy with a jerk of his chin. Freddy burst into another fit of laughter; he seemed to think that being called a "supremo drunk" was absolutely hilarious. Zack sighed.
"Thanks," he mumbled. Melanie tripped again and Tim scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the steps of her front porch like a small child as she giggled crazily. Melanie's mother greeted them at the door.
"Hello, Tim…staying the night?"
"Well, I, um, I mean…"
Zack smiled as Tim blushed crimson at the thought of staying over at Melanie's house, shaking his head as Tim was ushered inside by Melanie's mom. That woman was pretty cool. She had been in a band herself when she was young…the lead singer and guitar player…so she didn't get mad when Melanie came home late and slightly buzzed. She had been there, after all, and had probably done most of the things they were doing now. Zack looked over at Freddy, who was still giggling, and shook his head. Well…maybe not everything.
Zack climbed back in the front seat and fastened his seatbelt. Freddy's laughter died. Zack turned to see why and was immediately pounced on by Freddy, who crawled into Zack's lap and began playing with his chin-length brown hair. "FREDDY!"
"Mmm…you're sooooooo thoughtful, Zack…Zackary…" Freddy giggled, tracing his fingers through Zack's hair and down the smooth skin of his throat. Zack paused, trying hard as he could not to notice how good Freddy's touch felt. He took a deep breath and was disappointed when it shook. He shoved Freddy's hands away.
"Get back in your seat and put your seatbelt on, Freddy."
"Ooooh, so forceful," Freddy teased, giggling again. He leaned closer into Zack, lips tracing across Zack's ear. Zack shuddered, his breath catching in his throat. He shoved Freddy back into the passenger seat, fastening the belt for him. "Oooooh, you're no fun, Zackary David Mooneyham," Freddy pouted, his lower lip jutting just slightly in that playful pout that Zack had always found so adorably sexy. He started the car, trying with all his might to ignore the sexy (and apparently oh-so-horny) blonde sitting less than a foot away. He found it extremely hard…especially as Freddy's slim, graceful fingers found their way back into his hair…teasing along his scalp.
The ride back to Freddy's house was too long for Zack's taste, and yet far too short. He parked the car and, climbing out, went round to Freddy's side and tugged the blonde out after him.
"Where're we going?" Freddy asked as Zack grabbed his hand and pulled the blonde with him.
"We," Zack said, stopping underneath Freddy's window, "are going to climb on this trash can…"
"What trash can?"
Zack stopped dead. "Oh, fuck!" He had completely forgotten that the trash can had been moved. "Fine," he fumed. "Fine! You, are going to climb off of me into that window and into your room."
"….huh?"
"Ohh, neverMIND! Just…get on your knees." Zack winced at how very sexual that had sounded, hoping Freddy wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.
"OOOH, Zackary! I thought you'd never ask!"
"Just DO IT, Freddy!"
Freddy (surprisingly enough) complied without further comment. Zack stepped up onto Freddy's back and crawled in through the window. Turning about, he leaned out. "Give me your hands," he ordered.
Freddy smirked up at him, very seductively. "With pleasure." Freddy grabbed Zack's hands and the guitarist unceremoniously dragged Freddy into the room, with some difficulty (Zack was very gangly where Freddy had built up a bit of muscle over the years). Zack fell backwards, Freddy stumbling forwards and tripping, knocking over a lamp before falling into Zack, his arms wrapping about Zack's waist as he clung to the brunette, giggling madly at the racket he was making.
"Shhhh!" Zack ordered. He shoved Freddy away from him, backwards, so that Freddy landed on his back on the end of the bed, long legs dangling off, toes just barely reaching the floor.
"Oooh, Zack! So forceful!" Freddy leaned back on his elbows, grinning up at Zack.
"Shut up, Freddy."
"Oooh, don't be mad, Zack." Freddy sat up, hooking his fingers in Zack's belt loops and tugging the brunette forwards. "Please don't be angry with little old me." He traced one finger across Zack's stomach, then, leaned forwards and hugged Zack, his cheek pushed hard against Zack's stomach.
Zack stared down at Freddy and sighed. He really found it quite impossible to stay mad at Freddy, even when he was worried that Freddy was doing drugs. He just…he cared far more for the hyper blonde drummer than he ever wished to admit. Especially when he doesn't feel the same, he thought ruefully.
Suddenly, he noticed something different…something very different. Freddy suddenly slid his fingers up underneath Zack's t-shirt, tugging the thin fabric up, and before Zack had time to think about the change, Freddy's lips were pressed to his stomach and were tracing a teasing trail of wet kisses across the smooth skin.
Zack's breath caught in his throat. "Freddy," he whispered.
"Mmm?" Freddy's lips brushed against Zack's stomach as he spoke. "What is it, Zack?" His words were soft and his warm breath teased across Zack's skin, sending shivers down Zack's spine. Zack took a deep, shuddering breath.
"Freddy," he whispered, but his voice caught in his throat as Freddy made more effective use of his tongue, dragging it across Zack's stomach before biting down on the soft skin. "Freddy!"
"Mmm…you like that, Zack?"
"I…" Zack's mind was whirling with confusion. This was everything he had wanted, everything he had wished for for as long as he could remember…but not here! He thought wildly to himself. Not like this! Not when he's…
Freddy rose to his feet, less than an inch from Zack, his fingers still hooked in Zack's shirt. "Off," he whispered.
And Zack lifted his arms to allow Freddy to tug the t-shirt up and off, all sense of protestation lost in the complete desire to just get close to Freddy, to just give in to the feelings he had been suppressing for so damn long. The shirt was dropped to the floor, forgotten, and Freddy ran his hands over Zack's bare skin with a look of wonder on his face. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
"Freddy," Zack whispered, his fingers around Freddy's waist, sliding up under the blonde's shirt, teasing across his back. Freddy leaned forwards and kissed Zack, pressing their lips together with such force that Zack gasped. It was like trying to pound together two pieces of a puzzle that don't quite fit, pounding them in with enough force that suddenly it all makes sense. It was almost like the completion of all Zack's dreams…almost.
Freddy's arms tightened about Zack and he stepped backwards. The back of his knees hit the bed and his legs fell out from under him and he collapsed onto the bed, dragging Zack down with him. The kiss broke and Freddy laughed into Zack's mouth as they lay in a tangled heap on the bed. Zack couldn't help but smile down at him.
"Off," Zack said, tugging at Freddy's own shirt.
"Ooh, quite the forceful one again, are we?" Freddy teased. Zack smiled, but tugged at Freddy's shirt.
"Take it all off," he said, his words breathy. "Everything. I want to see you."
Freddy tugged his shirt off over his head and flopped onto his back, smiling up at Zack. "Help me?" he asked, coy smile on his face. Zack smiled nervously, finding it very hard to breathe. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on Freddy's pants, but somehow he managed to get them off. Freddy, lying there now in nothing but his crimson boxers, propped himself up on his elbows. "Get your ass over here," he ordered, and Zack complied, crawling up the bed closer to Freddy, close enough for Freddy to take care of Zack's jeans, making short work of them and tossing them aside.
Freddy surveyed Zack's much undressed state now, smiling at the midnight blue boxers before locking eyes with the brunette. "Much better," he said. Zack smiled, a very nervous smile. Freddy's face softened. "C'mere." And Zack, shocked that he could still move, crawled over to Freddy and into the blonde's lap, leaning down to kiss Freddy again. Freddy's hands traced down Zack's back and over his ass, groping a little harder than he probably should have. Zack bit down on Freddy's lip as much out of surprise as out of payback, and Freddy gasped, pulling back. Staring up at Zack, he slowly licked the blood off his lip.
"You're not supposed to do that," Zack admonished. Leaning forward, he sucked languidly on Freddy's lower lip, licking away all the blood. Letting go, he stared down into Freddy's surprised eyes. "That's my job."
"Oh, really?" Freddy asked, a brazen tone to his voice that hadn't been there before. "Just like it's my job to fuck you senseless?"
Zack grinned. "Well….I'll admit, the thought had crossed my mind."
"There was never a doubt in mine," Freddy said, and, without warning, he shoved Zack over, rolling so that Zack was thrown onto his back, and Freddy moved easily on top of him, straddling Zack's lap and grinning down at the surprised brunette. "Mm mm mm," Freddy hummed thoughtfully, shaking his head at Zack. "What would your father think if he could see the two of us now? I doubt very much that he'd like seeing us together, like this…"
"Fuck my father," Zack hissed, grinding his hips upwards against Freddy's and eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde. "And fuck whatever he'd think of it! I don't care!"
"Fuck your father?" Freddy echoed, his nose wrinkling in distaste. "Oh no, forty year old men don't do a thing for me, especially not your father, no offense." He ran his fingers through Zack's disheveled hair, traced them down Zack's face. "I'd rather have you."
Zack leaned forwards and pressed his mouth harshly against Freddy's, kissing the blonde with everything he had. "You've got me," he whispered. You've always had me, he thought, but didn't utter the words aloud.
Freddy slid off of Zack, lying on his side next to the brunette, hands tracing over Zack's body. Within moments, both boys were in nothing but their skin, lying in a tangled mass of arms and legs as they kissed, fingers tangling together, Freddy's free hand locking itself firmly in Zack's long brown hair as he tugged Zack closer, hungrily searching for more of Zack to touch, to caress. Zack did his best to comply, digging his fingers into Freddy's waist as he ground his hips into Freddy's.
Neither boy was thinking very coherently any more. Though the beer was starting to wear off (and even the drugs held little sway any more), the passion each had held in sway for so long (each convinced that the other didn't feel the same) was now unleashed in full force, and there was no going back. So when Freddy maneuvered the two boys so that he was once again on top of Zack, the brunette couldn't think of a single reason to protest, all nervousness out of mind as Freddy thrust into him.
Zack's fingers wrapped tightly around Freddy's neck, pulling the blonde down and kissing him with enough force to bruise. Freddy's only response was to thrust even harder, so hard that Zack broke the kiss off and gasped. "Freddy!"
"Zack." Freddy whispered the name like an incantation, hissing it through clenched teeth. "Zack!"
"What is it, Freddy?"
"You…you're…"
"Mmm?" Zack moved his body in rhythm with the blonde boy over him, tightening around Freddy, whose breath caught in his throat. He let it out in a shuddering sigh.
"You're so fucking amazing, Zack."
A breathless laugh. "Pretty damn impressive yourself, Jones." And then, a peculiar feeling came over him. Things were falling into place much better now, now that he had given over worrying and just given in to his feelings…and this feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before, but like everything he had ever dreamt of.
Apparently Freddy felt it too, for his fingers clenched tightly in Zack's hair. "Zack," he began, "Zack, I-"
"Freddy," Zack said suddenly, cutting off whatever Freddy had been about to say. "Freddy…"
And then there was nothing else to say. Both boys came together, both crying out the other's name, and then, it was over. Freddy crawled off of Zack, collapsing on his side half on top of the brunette still, one arm thrown across Zack's sweat-dampened chest. He pressed a kiss to Zack's face, brushing sweaty locks of brown hair out of Zack's beautiful eyes. Zack turned to look at Freddy and smiled. Leaning forward, he pressed a quick kiss to Freddy's mouth. Now that the moment was past, he was slightly nervous again…but was willing to push those thoughts aside as he stared into Freddy's gorgeous eyes.
Freddy smiled back, pushing back nervous thoughts of his own. He had been about to tell Zack that he loved him…and Zack had interrupted. He wasn't sure now, himself, what Zack's true feelings were. Before, it hadn't seemed to matter. The drugs had been controlling him when he started and by the time they had faded, it had been too late to go back, and anyway, Zack had seemed into it. But the fact that he had interrupted Freddy at such a crucial moment…Freddy shook his head slightly, as though to shake the nasty thoughts away.
"What?" Zack asked, amusement in his voice, a slight smile curving up the corners of his mouth. Freddy forced a smile and shook his head again.
"Nothing," he said softly, and kissed Zack again. "Go to sleep."
Zack smiled and snuggled closer to Freddy, laying his head on Freddy's shoulder, nestling into that spot just under Freddy's chin, curling up as close as he could. Freddy's arms tightened about Zack, and, each completely exhausted, it wasn't long before both boys fell into a very troubled sleep.
tbc