Chapter: Chapter Three. (Amazing that I keep naming which chapter number I'm on..)

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A/N: So… I hope you guys have enjoyed the story so far. I do enjoy writing this, really. Are you guys enjoying it so far? Review and tell me!

Warning: After much thought, I've decided to make this a SLASH story. Slash is in capital letters for a reason. If you don't like the idea of two guys doing anything sexual oriented, don't read. I don't think anything will happen until the next chapter though.

A/N 2: So… I'm going to state this and hope you read it. I take all kinds of reviews: praise, constructive criticism, flames, etc. But, since I've warned you about the content of this story, flames bashing the homosexual situations in this story will be ignored. Okay? Thank you for your time.

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The guitarist was back walking on the streets again. He hadn't spent more than ten minutes inside his flat but it seemed like hours had passed. Maybe hours had. He gave a glance at his watch and noted the time. "9:36" He nodded to the air, it had in fact, been only 20 minutes. He let out a sigh and finally noticed the place he had ended up at.

He raised his hand to the door of Freddie's house and started tapping lightly. "He won't be home yet. Why would he be home now? He's probably at an after party" He let a sigh escape him as he continued his thinking and the knocking. Unbeknownst to him, Freddy had already opened the door and was watching the brunette with much amusement.

The blond cleared his throat and laughed as the ebony haired child jumped at the sudden sound. He smirked and looked the brunette up and down before he even thought of what to say. He smiled a little to himself, as his gaze traveled up the lean body of the guitarist.

"So, what's going on Zack?" The drummer stared intently into the darker eyes of the person in front of him. He knew the boy, all too well. And he could tell something was wrong just by what his eyes looked like.

He held the gaze for a few moments and the dropped it down to the floor. He couldn't look into those eyes for long; they brought back to many memories. Deep gazes fogged over with the familiar look of lust.

"Well… When I got there, I found her in bed." Zack nodded to himself and smiled. Yes, she was in bed all right. "Yep, she was in bed. In bed with Lawrence." He started laughing at the thought. Just hours before, they had talked about their former keyboarder.

Freddy looked at him and smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. He could tell the younger boy was hurt, but he couldn't help laugh at the thought of Summer in bed with Lawrence. "Wait… Summer and Lawrence, in bed. Together. In the buff?"

"No… Fully clothed!" The guitarist rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Of course in the buff! What other way would they be in bed together?" Sometimes he swore Freddy was, in fact, brain dead. Then again, they could've just been in bed. Fully clothed. With no intent of sex. Yeah right.

He quickly erased the thoughts and sighed to himself. He looked the taller boy up and down and bit his bottom lip. He turned his head to the side and engrossed himself in the flowers on the porch.

"So… Are you going to come inside, or stand out here looking at the tulips?" The blond smiled and chuckled slightly while stepping to the side to make room for the other boy to come through. He tilted his head to the side and shrugged. If the other really wanted to look at the flowers, he could.

Zack looked up and nodded towards the door. Sure, he'd go in. Maybe something would happen that hadn't in almost four years. "Firstly, I can't believe that you know the name of the flower. And secondly, are you asking me to come inside, Jones?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Well, Zacky, I think I used those words, did I not? And of course I know the name of the flowers that I planted." He rolled his eyes as he used the voice he reserved for little kids. He grabbed the wrist of the guitarist and pulled him inside. He shut the door and turned to face the shocked expression on Zack's face. "What? I was cold…."

"Well… I see how much you want me!" Zack stuck out his tongue at the other boy and put his hands on his hips. If only Freddy knew how much Zack wished that statement were true. He closed his eyes shut tightly and resembled a six year old that didn't get their candy greatly.

Freddy rolled his eyes again and swore he was going to memorize what the ceiling looked like at fast speeds. He smiled as an idea struck him. He grabbed the tongue of the other boy, "Yeah, want you inside. Now, when I let go of your tongue, I want you to tell me why you're here." He laughed slightly and raised an eyebrow. "Now nod your head yes."

Upon hearing the request, or demand rather, the brunette nodded his head slowly. He felt the pressure on his tongue subside and pulled his tongue in his mouth quickly to avoid Freddy grabbing it again. He let his hands fall from his sides and opened his eyes to look at the other and prepared his story. "I told her she could have the flat, and until we go on tour, I'm homeless." Zack took a deep breathe in and opened his mouth to finish the short tale only for it to be finished by Freddy.

"And you need a place to stay? Well why didn't you say so when you got here? God Zack." He shook his head and pretended to look hurt, "You thought I wouldn't let you stay with me? I'm hurt Zack, really hurt." All right, so maybe the last part was stretching it. Really, he was thrilled that Zack had asked to stay with him until they went on tour.

Zack laughed at the obvious fakeness of what the blond had said. Hurt, maybe but probably not. But really hurt? That was pushing it. He ran a hand through his thick locks and secretly wished that they were Freddy's. "Well… Will you just get me a pillow and blanket and pillow so I can sleep on your couch?" He motioned over to the couch that was currently beckoning him with their soft white cushions.

"Dude, I have a three bedroom house. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms. And that would also mean that I wouldn't have to get you a pillow or blanket since each room comes greatly equipped." He shook his head and motioned to the stairs. He went to turn, but felt a hand grab his and turn him around.

"Uhm… Dude, I have no clothes with me? I'll get some tomorrow, but can you spare anything tonight?" His mind wandered on the thoughts of wearing something of Freddy's. Sure, that was lame and middle-school-girlish, but when you've got nothing but memories, clothes could mean anything. Especially clothes that had been slept in before.

"Yeah sure. Come on, we'll go get you something." He grabbed Zack's hand and dragged him up the stairs. He walked quickly down the hallway until he reached his door and upon reaching it, opened it quickly. He practically bounced his way over to the wardrobe that sat in the corner. "What do you want? Pants, shorts, a really big shirt?" He looked over his shoulder to the boy that had taken a seat on the bed. He gasped lightly at the thoughts that ran through his head and quickly turned back to the wardrobe.

"Right, uhm, pants would be great." Zack got off the bed and walked over to Freddy and leaned against the wardrobe. He ran a hand through his hair again nervously. He didn't know what to say; he had never felt this nervous around the drummer before.

The thoughts that ran through his head pleased his memory, but nothing else seemed to be pleased. The log cabin in northern Italy, the bed that sat just feet away from him, the bed in Zack's parents house. He scoffed at the thought; he couldn't figure out how his parents never found out what went on in their own house. Freddy wasn't exactly quiet when it came to… studying. He groaned slightly as he felt the crotch of his pants tighten and become more constricting.

The drummer couldn't help but stare at the guitarist as he thought about what the other was thinking about. He noticed the bulge that became evident in Zack pants and decided to turn his head quickly. He cleared his throat and held out the pants to the younger boy. "Your pants?"

Zack was startled by the sudden interruption of his thoughts. He straightened up and took the pants, "Thanks. I'll see you in the morning. 'Night." He smiled towards the other boy and headed out the door towards the guest room across the hall.

He opened the door slowly and shut it once he had stepped inside. He changed quickly and climbed into the over sized bed that seemed to have a few too many blankets. He pushed some of them to the side and curled up in the softness that seemed to enclose him. Sighing, he closed his eyes and prepared for a very long night.

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A/N: There you have it, another long chapter. The very slashy stuff will be in the next chapter. Remember to review! Please? You'll be loved and remembered, I swear on it.