A/N: Hmm…chapter five, here we go. So yeah, this one took a while, I know, and I'm sorry, believe me I'm sorry. I just started school, second year of college but at a different college than last year. Hurray for transferring schools….not. Well, in some ways yes, in some ways no, b/c I like this school better but I'm still adjusting. I have an apartment with another girl who I just met, her name is Liz and she's real cool, but she's out a lot with her bf, and Marcy and Matt go here but I don't really see them outside of classes, so I spend a lot of time sitting in the apartment doing NOTHING because I'm too God damned depressed to do a thing. deep breath Okay, now that I'm done rambling about my sad pathetic life….which I won't apologize for because I think it was necessary to illustrate my reasons for not updating…in addition to the fact that I didn't have internet hookup till the ninth of this month…so yeah, all those reasons added up to my not posting sooner. Well, here it is…and it's eighteen pages long (not counting this RIDICULOUSLY long note). So no more complaining! Lol.
SUMMARY: Freddy and Zack do some "stuff" at the strip club, meet some random women and go on a food run. Chaos ensues. Doesn't it always?
DEDICATION: To HP shagged DM, who has been pestering me for this chapter for what seems like forever, lol. You know I love you, and here's my proof, a nice, shiny new chapter! I thought of you often while typing it (and I'm not just saying that, lol. Seriously, all I thought of whenever I sat down to write was "God, if I don't finish this soon, Stephanie is gonna KILL me!" Haha.) So here it is, dahhhhling, and I hope you enjoy it!
To PhoenixFireBlack, my partner in crime and fanfic confidant, who has somehow and somewhat morphed into my beta reader without my even meaning it to happen. You're just the person I always email my fics to, the person whose opinion I want before I post them. There now, don't you feel special? ….because you should! Lol. And dude, we sooooo have to write more of the ADD Fic….because it's gathering dust in our computers. And I don't think that's actually possible, but it's metaphorically gathering dust. Gotta get some new thoughts and get those boys to ITALY! YEAH! …or Spain. Or wherever the hell we eventually send them. Lol.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zack. I do not own Freddy. I do not own any part of School of Rock or McDonalds. I also do not own any strip clubs, especially any male ones. IN ADDITION!!! I do NOT own the stripper from the last chapter. The guy in the Indian costume? Yeah, that's my little tribute to "Detroit Rock City," which is an AMAZING movie. I just forgot to put in a disclaimer for him last chapter. Me and my friends Vanessa and Whit watched that movie together and Whit was like "I LIKA de Indian!" And at first I just laughed because I mean, come on, how hot can a guy be when he's a stripper in an Indian costume? Then I took a good look at him and realized that Whit was, in fact, being honest and he was, in fact, gorgeous. So I knew when I decided to put a strip club chapter in that I had to pay homage to the greatest male stripper ever: Big Chief Strip-a-lot (not his name in the movie…don't know if he HAD a name in the movie, I just made this one up….seems to suit him, dontcha think?)
CLAIMER: I do kinda own Simon's Cabaret and Clipboard Guy…in case you were wondering (I always have these things in here…did anyone notice that? I always put in little notes that ALWAYS start off 'in case you were wondering' when it's highly unlikely that anyone was wondering at all…yeah, so what, I care about this stuff and that's all that matters, right? RIGHT?!) Clipboard Guy is loosely LOOSELY based on my friend Matt, whom we all call Simon (another loooooooong story which I KNOW no one cares about….go ahead, prove me wrong. If you actually DO care about it, feel free to im me and ask. KowTowToMe1st is my screen name. Give it a try. I DARE you!). I say 'loosely' because Simon is much cooler than Clipboard Guy. But "Simon's Cabaret" is named for him and Clipboard Guy (who is, if you didn't catch on, Simon) is based on him b/c my Simon is a flaming homosexual and I decided that he needs his own male strip club. So there you have it.
FICLET!
Zack turned and stared at Freddy with wide, shocked eyes, his jaw practically on the floor. Freddy grinned back at him.
"Zack here wants to dance," he said, giving Zack a shove towards Clipboard Guy.
"No I most certainly do NOT!" Zack spun back to face Freddy, fingers clenching tightly in the blonde's collar. "There is no way, Freddy!" He hissed, eyes wide, frantic, and a little angry. "There is absolutely no fucking way-"
Zack was cut off halfway through his sentence. Freddy, who was already dangerously close to Zack, leaned forward and closed the last few inches as he pressed his lips against Zack's. The brunette, completely stunned at Freddy kissing him at all, let alone kissing him in the middle of a male strip club, found himself frozen solid. His unresponsiveness didn't seem to bother Freddy; the blonde continued kissing Zack with a silent insistence, his lips gently coaxing Zack's mouth to move with his. Against his will, Zack found his eyes slowly sliding shut, fingers relaxing their grip on Freddy's collar and instead sliding over the blonde's shoulders and around his neck. Freddy's fingers tangled in Zack's long brown hair, tugging ever so gently.
Zack, who had previously resisted Freddy's charms with everything he had, found that now that he was actually kissing Freddy, he had no desire to stop doing so…and probably wouldn't have, had Clipboard Man not cleared his throat loudly.
"Ahem….excuse me?"
Coming to his senses, Zack pulled away, but slowly and reluctantly. Opening his eyes, he found Freddy staring at him, face flushed and a small smile curving across his lips. And pushing back any hint of doubt or nervousness about what just happened, Zack found himself smiling back. Encouraged, Freddy leaned forwards, kissing Zack again. Clipboard Man let out a long suffering sigh.
"Excuse me. As fascinating as it is to watch the two of you make out, do it elsewhere. I need all your information if you're going to be dancing tonight."
Freddy pulled away first this time, turning to flash a dazzling smile at Clipboard Man, who looked a little overwhelmed and weak in the knees at the sight of that million dollar smile. "Sure thing," he said, fingers releasing Zack's hair to glide teasingly down Zack's shoulder, across his chest and down…Zack's eyes slid shut and he took a deep, shuddering breath. This was exactly what Freddy wanted: to distract Zack long enough to sign him up on that sheet. "Freddy Jones," he said. The man wrote the name down on his clipboard.
"Emergency number?" the man asked, glancing up at Freddy. Freddy shook his head.
"D'you have a place we could go to get ready?" he asked, jerking his head toward Zack, indicating the brunette's spaced out condition. "Take me there and I'll give you the rest of it," he whispered.
The man nodded. "Very well. Follow me." And he led them off towards the back of the club. Zack couldn't help but notice as they walked that at least half the women in the place were watching them with looks of obvious arousal at their recent bout of kissing. He flushed red and tried to ignore them all, but it was impossible; there were far too many of them. He settled for staring at the floor, but his attention locked with surprise on the place where his fingers were entwined with Freddy's…somehow the blonde had been holding his hand all this time and he hadn't even noticed. He didn't have long to contemplate this, however, as they reached the back of the room. Freddy yanked open the door to the room and unceremoniously flung Zack inside, shutting the door after him. Zack found himself back against the wall in a darkened room, listening to Freddy talking to Clipboard Man outside the door. He tried to hear what they were saying, but first off he was too surprised to move off of the wall, and secondly the voices were far too muffled.
Outside the door, Freddy was writing furiously on the sheet of paper, wide grin on his face as he wrote.
"And you'll be ready in about fifteen minutes?" the man asked.
"Sure thing," Freddy said. He finished filling out the forms and ended with a final flourished signature: Zack Mooneyham.
Back inside the room, Zack finally managed to peel himself off the wall, meaning to move closer to the door and figure out what the hell was going on. Before he got two feet, the door burst open and a figure slipped inside, shutting the door quickly and leaving Zack in darkness once again. "Freddy?" he said softly. There was no answer. "…Freddy?"
Without warning, Zack felt a hand hit him flat-palmed in the chest…hard. He lost his balance and fell back on the floor, flat on his ass. Before he had time to even think, someone was leaning over him. Eyes adjusting to the dark at once, he stared up into Freddy's smiling eyes. "Freddy!"
"The one and only," Freddy purred, throwing one leg over Zack and seating himself on the brunette, straddling Zack's hips. "You expected someone else?"
"Mayyyybe," Zack said softly, stretching the word out.
"…oh?" Leaning forward, Freddy brought his mouth close to Zack's ear, nipping gently. "…disappointed?"
"….hell no," Zack managed. Wrists pinned beneath Freddy's hands and the rest of his body effectively trapped beneath Freddy's greater weight, he found himself completely incapable of moving…and he wasn't even sure he wanted to.
Freddy pulled back just enough to look Zack in the eye. "Good…" he breathed, releasing Zack's wrists as he leaned forwards. Zack felt his breath catch in his throat and then Freddy was kissing him.
It was the thing that Zack had been waiting for for as long as he could remember. Ever since the hormones had kicked in, Zack hadn't paid much attention to the girls around him. Every girl he ever dated, no matter how much he cared for her or how pretty she was, all he had ever truly wanted was Freddy. Now he was kissing Freddy Jones and he had everything he ever wanted…and though his hands were free he sat there frozen, unable to move.
Freddy didn't seem put off by Zack's unease. He placed one hand on each side of Zack's face, tracing his fingers gently over Zack's soft skin, his mouth moving gently against Zack's. He was going so far out of his way to be gentle and to move slowly that Zack felt his heart melt into a puddle. Slowly, Zack's arms slid about Freddy's waist, sliding just underneath his shirt, and he relaxed, lips parting wider as he opened to Freddy. In response, Freddy's tongue traced briefly over Zack's lower lip before delving into the brunette's mouth as he tasted Zack. A low moan emerged from the back of Zack's throat; he had never had anything feel so…well…perfect. His hands traced down Freddy's back and lower, fingers digging into Freddy's backside. Freddy moaned his approval against Zack's mouth.
Before things could go any further, the door was flung open. Zack was too dazed to think a thing, but Freddy glanced back over his shoulder, carefree grin on his face. It was Clipboard Man…again.
"Geez, do you two ever quit?" he asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Still grinning, Freddy slid off of Zack and rose to his feet, turning to face the man. "What's wrong…jealous?"
The man scoffed, but his face was slightly pink. "You're on," he said, turning on his heel and leaving.
Bending down, Freddy took Zack's hand in his own, roughly dragging the brunette to his feet. "Let's go," he said, tugging Zack out of the room.
"Freddy…you're…you're really going to do this?"
Freddy came to a halt, Zack crashing into him from behind. Turning, he grinned. "No," he said. "But you are!"
"What?!"
At that moment, a voice came over the loudspeaker. "And next on the list for tonight, we have lovely newcomer Zack Mooneyham!"
Before Zack could protest, Freddy was shoving him up the steps and onto the stage. Zack found himself blinded by spotlights and facing a crowd of screaming females. He wanted to melt into the floor. I wanna die I wanna die I wanna die…
From the left of the stage, Zack could hear Freddy cheering his head off. "Whoo hoo, Zack! Take it off!"
Zack flushed scarlet. I am going to kill you, Freddy Jones, he vowed.
The women in the crowd were cheering loudly. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Zack couldn't help but notice that many of them were his mother's age…or older. He winced. He could honestly think of nothing else that would embarrass him more than doing this. Zack ran over the many options in his mind of what to do in a situation like this. Running away was the option he liked best, but somehow he didn't think that was feasible. And he knew that Freddy would tease him for it. Fuck him! He thought with a sudden surprising realization. Why should I give a damn what he thinks of me for not wanting to strip in front of a club full of random women and gay men? He's a fucking jerk to make me… His mind trailed off as a thought hit him. Maybe that's just it. Maybe he's expecting me to turn and run. Maybe that's what he wants me to do. Well…I won't give him that satisfaction!
Determined in his course of action, Zack focused his gaze on the deejay in the back of the room, nodding once. Nodding back, the man put on a new cd. The music started up, a seductive beat that brought another flush to Zack's face as he thought of what he was about to do (and of all the people he was about to do it in front of). Then, he pushed the faces of all the women to the back of his mind and pictured Freddy's face…those dark eyes and that devil-may-care grin. The way it felt kissing Freddy, feeling the blonde's weight on him as he ran his fingers over smooth skin and rough fabric, wanting nothing but to kiss Freddy for the rest of forever. And the beat began to fill him inside, reaching places he didn't even know existed. His hands unconsciously ran flat-palmed down his thighs, smoothing down the rough jean fabric and then back up, fingers just catching the bottom of his shirt and continuing up as he slowly, teasingly tugged the shirt up and off. The women in the audience began cheering loudly, banging their glasses on the table and catcalling him, and he grinned even as he flushed bright red. Zack was not used to being an exhibitionist…he usually left that job to Freddy. Tonight however…tonight he felt like letting loose. Tonight he felt like going a little crazy.
A few necessary swings of the shirt over the head and then Zack threw it out into the audience…where it hit Freddy right in the face. The blonde was staring up at Zack in complete shock, mouth hanging open in surprise. He didn't even flinch as the shirt hit him square in the face, didn't even catch it as it slid to the floor. He only moved when some nearby women dove for it. Freddy ducked down and snatched up the shirt, tugging it out of their greedy hands. "NO!" he said authoritatively. "MY boyfriend…MY shirt!" Ignoring the disappointed groans from the women, he turned back to the stage with rapt attention.
Zack pretended not to notice Freddy's eyes on him and continued moving, hips swaying to the beat that moved through his whole body. This must be why Freddy likes drumming so much… Hands trailing teasingly over his newly-bared skin, Zack dropped slowly to his knees, hips thrust forward towards the practically-drooling women. And the women weren't the only ones drooling; at Zack's little pelvic-thrust, Freddy's knees buckled slightly and he nearly fell over, dropping the shirt again. As he bent to pick it up (never taking his eyes off Zack), the woman behind him smacked his backside. Slowly, Freddy glanced over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Nice ass," she giggled in response. Both of Freddy's eyebrows shot up at that, and he couldn't help but smile. He straightened up slowly, his backside just barely brushing up against the woman as he did so. She wrapped her arms about him, hands running down his thighs, dangerously close to his groin. "So he's your boyfriend, huh?" she whispered, face pressed close to him. "Why don't you go join him?"
Freddy glanced over his shoulder at her. "You know, I think I will." The woman's hands released him slowly and reluctantly, but she was still smiling as he left, anticipating how good Freddy would look when most of his clothes were on the floor. He climbed the steps to the stage, fingers releasing their hold on Zack's shirt as he stared somewhat dazedly at the Zack's dancing form. The shirt dropped to the steps, unnoticed.
Zack was half spun about, arms up over his head in an almost belly dancing posture, so he didn't notice Freddy's entrance until he finished his turn, spinning about and coming face to face with Freddy. Zack stopped dead, staring at the blonde. Freddy smiled in response, slowly sliding into a crouch in front of Zack, hands tracing lightly down Zack's chest, fingertips sliding just under the waistband of Zack's pants. Glancing up at Zack, Freddy smiled the slightest of smirks, an encouraging smile. Zack smiled back, hands slipping behind his head and tangling in his long brown hair, head tilting back and eyes sliding shut as his hips jutted forward ever so slightly: an invitation, and Freddy knew it. Barely suppressing a grin, he undid the catches on Zack's jeans just as the deejay put on a new song, and then Freddy couldn't suppress the grin any longer. It was the song he had requested be played when he was onstage: "Caress Me Down" by Sublime.
Hands running flat-palmed up Zack's chest, Freddy rose to a standing position as the first lyrics came floating out of the speakers. Arms sliding up to wrap around Zack's neck, he moved in close…very close. His hips swayed gently to the music; Freddy always had a natural beat like this, hence the drums. His hips brushed teasingly up against Zack's and then, noticing the look in the brunette's eyes, Freddy pressed harder, rubbing his hips against Zack's with some force. Zack didn't go weak in the knees like he might have earlier that night. Instead he reached out and grabbed a handful of Freddy's hair, yanking the blonde's head back at a painful angle, and biting down hard on Freddy's throat. Freddy moaned his approval, fingers hooking in Zack's belt loops and tugging the brunette closer still.
Pulling gently away, Zack stared at Freddy, wondering exactly what was going on here…not that I care much! He thought. Freddy smiled in response, a smile that told Zack everything and nothing. A look that said that they were just playing for the crowd, and a look that also said "just wait until later tonight."
Pulling out of Zack's grasp, Freddy glided backwards, hips still moving to the music, arms sliding up over his head as he danced teasingly out of Zack's reach. In response, Zack stepped forwards and caught Freddy's skin-tight shirt, tugging it up and off and dropping it to the floor. The women all cheered appreciatively at the sight of Freddy's finely toned chest and all the bare skin on bare skin action they knew they'd be seeing soon. Fueled on by their cheering, Freddy turned his back to Zack and danced back into the other boy, the swaying of his hips causing his backside to brush roughly against Zack's groin. Zack slid his arms about Freddy, down the bare skin to the waistband of Freddy's pants, undoing them and sliding his hands down them, making sure to avoid the very area Freddy desperately wanted Zack to pay attention to, teasing his fingers just close enough to drive the blonde mad.
Freddy turned to face Zack and then spun the brunette about as well, wrapping his arms about Zack's shoulders. Zack in response reached behind him and slid his arms about Freddy's waist. They moved together, not really walking but not really dancing, both of them eyeing the audience.
Everyone went wild, many of them on their feet now as they cheered. Spinning Zack again, Freddy put one hand flat-palmed on the brunette's chest and pushed Zack backwards, slinking along with a seductive smirk on his face until he had Zack right at center stage.
Freddy slunk around Zack, hands tracing over Zack's bare skin as he moved in back of the brunette. He went to his knees again, slowly and teasingly dragging his tongue down Zack's chest and stomach, sending shivers down Zack's spine. Fingers clenching the rough fabric of Zack's jeans, Freddy tugged hard, sliding the jeans off of Zack's hips and down. The cheering got louder still as the women got their first glimpse of Zack in nothing but his navy blue boxers. Zack stepped out of his pants (which were currently lying about his ankles on the floor) and, grabbing Freddy by his hair, yanked the blonde roughly to his feet. Freddy winced in pain, but the grin on his face made it obvious that he enjoyed the torture all too much. Dropping to his knees, Zack crawled on all fours between Freddy's legs to get behind the blonde. Kneeling, Zack slid his fingertips under the waistband of Freddy's pants and returning the favor, tugging the blonde's pants down to the floor. The crowd roared its approval as Freddy's flame-covered boxers were revealed to the room. Unlike Zack, however, Freddy played to the room. Huge grin on his face, arms up over the head, he began dancing again, hips swaying as he moved closer to Zack again. Zack let Freddy have his way, allowing the blonde to hook his fingers in the waistband of Zack's blue boxers and tug the brunette closer. Their arms about each other, bodies rubbing slowly and tantalizingly against each other, both boys stared into the other's eyes, and Zack felt butterflies flutter through his stomach. The look in Freddy's eyes said that this was definitely not just playing for the crowd. The last beats verse of the song started up and Zack was grateful…he had been worried about dancing for my longer…worried that the audience would want even more skin, and that was something he was unwilling to give. As the last beats played, Freddy (whose fingers still clenched the soft fabric of Zack's boxers) tugged Zack harshly against him, kissing him fiercely just as the music ended. Every woman in the audience was on her feet, applauding loudly and screaming at the top of their lungs. Despite the music being over, Freddy didn't release his hold on Zack. The kiss went on, slow and deep, soft lips and tongues dancing together sensuously and Freddy nipping gently at Zack's lower lip and oh God it was heavenly.
Freddy pulled away slowly, opening his eyes to find Zack staring at him, cheeks flushed and hair a tousled mess. The brunette's eyes were filled with a heat that was unfamiliar to Freddy, and his long brown hair was wildly messy and Freddy wished they were back at his house.
Zack stared at his best friend, mouth hanging open, not sure what to do. He had always wanted this, but now that he had it he didn't know what to do with it. He didn't even notice the women applauding, or Clipboard Man coming onstage with the microphone and saying something about judging who won amateur night. Freddy, however, did notice…especially when their names were announced and the man was handing them a check for a hundred dollars. His face broke into another million dollar smile and, grabbing Zack's hands, he took a bow, tugging Zack down with him. Zack stared at the audience, dazed, then looked at Freddy, who grinned and waved the check in front of his face. It was then that Zack snapped out of his daze, his own face breaking into a huge smile. "Oh my God…"
"Told you this was a good idea."
"Oh my God…"
Freddy laughed. "C'mon, Zack, let's get out of here and go spend some of this money!" Still holding Zack's hand, he bent over, grabbing up all of their clothing and, waving and blowing a few kisses to the audience, dragged Zack off the stage and into the back room they had been in before their little show. He tossed Zack's clothes at him. "C'mon, get dressed."
"Freddy…I…I…" Now that he was off the stage, Zack was feeling a bit embarrassed.
"What?" Freddy was hopping on one foot, attempting to shove his other foot through his pants leg and failing miserably. Zack sat down on a bench and buried his face in his hands.
"Oh my God…"
"What…WHOA!" Losing his balance, Freddy fell hard on his ass, landing in a tangled mass. "….owies." Rolling over, he shoved his foot through his pants leg and crawled over to Zack. "Now, what's wrong?"
Zack lifted his face to look at Freddy. "…I can't believe I just did that."
Freddy grinned. "Is that all? Zack, don't worry about it. You don't know any of those women, you never have to see them again. Besides," he continued, sitting down on the bench next to Zack, "you looked fucking hot out there."
Zack turned ever so slightly, glancing at Freddy. "…you think so?"
Freddy smiled the smallest of smiles. "…couldn't you tell?" There was a pause and then Freddy leaned over, closing the distance between them and kissing Zack gently. This time, there was no hesitation. Zack's eyes slid shut and he leaned into Freddy, deepening the kiss. Freddy's fingers ran through Zack's hair and he pulled away gently. "C'mon," he said yet again. "We've got to get dressed and get out of here."
"Okay," Zack said, disappointed. Picking up his clothes, he dressed as quickly as his tipsy state would allow. Freddy tugged his shirt over his head, messing his hair up completely.
"Okay," he said. "You ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Zack replied. Standing up, he followed Freddy out of the room, not even blushing this time as the women catcalled the two of them. Freddy was basking in the attention, distributing hugs as he went, kissing every other woman on the cheek. One woman (mid forties, slightly plump with a business suit and bright red, flyaway hair) placed one hand on each side of Freddy's face and planted a huge kiss right on his lips. Freddy laughed in response and gave her a longer hug than any of the others. Zack shook his head at Freddy's antics, but couldn't help but smile…until the woman gave the same sort of kiss to him. When she released him, his face was a brilliant shade of red, though he couldn't help but smile and gave her a hug as well.
Finally they made it outside. Zack took a deep breath of the cool breeze, fanning his face with one hand to brush off the last trace of blush. Freddy laughed.
"Geez, she really liked us, huh?"
"Just a bit."
They were silent the rest of the way to the car. Climbing inside, Zack started the car up, turning on some music to break the awkward silence.
"I'm HUNGRY!" Freddy said suddenly. "Can we go get some food?"
"…sure," Zack said. "What did you have in mind?"
"…………I don't KNOW," Freddy stated finally, and with much conviction. Zack laughed.
"Okay," he said. "Well, how about I drive along the road and when you see a place that looks good, you let me know."
"…………OKAY!"
They began driving down the road, searching for a place to stop. "Ummm….Freddy?" Zack said finally, peering out the window at the brightly lit street.
"Mmm?"
"Umm…nothing seems to be open."
"WHAT?!"
"Well," Zack said, "It IS after…" he glanced at the glowing green numbers of the clock, then gave it a longer look as the numbers swam before his drunken eyes. "…twelve thirty in the morning," he finished at last.
"So what? There HAS to be someplace open this late at night!" Suddenly Freddy threw himself forwards and Zack feared that the drunken blonde would go headfirst out the windshield. "THERE!" Freddy gestured wildly, one finger pointing. "That McDonald's right there! All the lights are on!"
"What in the world," Zack muttered under his breath, for the McDonald's did indeed look open. "McDonald's is NEVER open this late!"
"Well apparently this one IS!" Freddy bounced up and down on the seat. "Come oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon ZACK!"
"HEY! You don't have your seatbelt on!" Zack exclaimed, realizing that Freddy couldn't possibly bounce that high while wearing a seatbelt. Freddy froze immediately, then grinned.
"Yeah? So what's it to you?"
"Freddy, put your fucking seatbelt on," and Zack reached over, blindly searching for the seatbelt and succeeding only in groping Freddy. He turned scarlet as soon as he touched Freddy and realized that the blonde was still just as turned on as he had been in the strip club.
Freddy, on the other hand, was not in the least embarrassed. "OH, touch me again, Zack!" he said, tossing his head backwards and making fake little orgasmic moans.
"Freddy," Zack growled, moving to pull away, but Freddy caught his hand.
"You don't really want to stop touching me, Zack."
"Freddy, I can't drive like this!" Zack turned the wheel wildly, pulling haphazardly into the McDonald's parking lot and screeching to a stop. "Freddy, I can't believe you would do such a stupid-" He spun about to face Freddy but his anger vanished immediately when he came face to face with the blonde, smile gone as he stared very seriously at Zack from about an inch away. Slowly, his gaze never leaving Zack, Freddy moved the hand that was holding Zack's hand to his groin, allowing Zack to move…if he wanted.
……….Zack didn't move. Now that they were safely parked, having his hand so perfectly positioned didn't seem like such a bad thing after all. His eyes still locked on Freddy's, Zack undid the catches on Freddy's jeans and slipped his hand inside, fingers tracing lightly over Freddy's dick. Freddy's eyes slid almost shut, half-lidded, as he moaned softly, leaning into Zack. Zack pressed a kiss to Freddy's neck as the blonde burrowed into Zack, inhaling deeply and breathing in the scent of Zack's hair.
"Zack," Freddy moaned, fingers tracing lightly across the back of Zack's neck, sending tingles down the brunette's spine. Zack nipped gently at Freddy's throat and Freddy gasped, hips rocking forwards as he thrust into Zack's hand. "Harder," he whispered, breath hot against Zack's neck. Zack, who had never before noticed how much of a masochist Freddy was, did his best to comply, increasing the pressure on Freddy's throat. "Mm….harder," Freddy hissed between clenched teeth. Zack bit down so hard that he broke the skin, drawing blood. Freddy let out a low, shaky moan that was half laughter. He rubbed his body slowly against Zack, fingers slipping underneath Zack's shirt and tracing across the smooth skin. "Mm, that's the way Zack."
Zack dragged his tongue across the wound, licking up all the blood and causing Freddy's breathing to become more labored. When Zack probed each tiny cut with his tongue, Freddy's breath caught in his throat in a loud gasp. "Zack!" Freddy tugged Zack closer to him, pulling Zack half on top of him as he leaned back against the car door.
"Hey…we should stop," Zack whispered, his lips brushing against Freddy's throat as he spoke.
"No fucking way," Freddy responded, fingers worrying along the waistband of Zack's pants. Zack laughed; it was a typical Freddy response.
"I thought you said you were hungry."
"All I am hungry for," Freddy said between kisses, "…is your delicious bod." At that moment, his stomach grumbled loudly and he froze, staring up at Zack with an abashed smile. "…and maybe a quarter pounder," he amended sheepishly. Zack laughed.
"I thought so," he said, doing up Freddy's pants. As he finished buttoning them, Freddy's placed one hand over his, stopping him. He glanced up at Freddy.
"I hope you know we'll be resuming this later," the blonde said. Zack shook his head, grinning.
"If you say so, Freddy, you horny fuck." With that, Zack slid out of the car, pulling his shirt down as he did.
"I AM NOT A HORNY FUCK!" Freddy hollered as he slid out of the car, slamming the door shut and stomping over to face Zack. Zack glanced down at Freddy's erection and then back up, arching a skeptical eyebrow. Freddy couldn't help but grin. "…okay…maybe I am. But just a little!" He held up two fingers in a pinching sort of posture to indicate how little he meant. Zack laughed.
"You're the horniest fucker I know, Freddy."
"Pfft, yeah, whatever."
Zack shook his head, grinning. "Come on Sex Addict, Mickey D's is waiting."
tbc