Intersections

Matt Sanders, better known as M. Shadows of Avenged Sevenfold, was singing on stage, along with friend Tony Lovato to “Bat Country” when James Hart walked onto the stage area, watching the other guest singer walk off. He smiled and made his way over to the lead singer, who wrapped him into a tight, possessive, one-armed hug and introduced him to the screaming crowd. He moved across the stage, touching Brian Haner, better known as Synyster Gates, on the shoulder, receiving a cigarette-filled smile and a nod of recognition as he muttered something in his ear. Another hug from Matt followed not long after as the solo from Gates played from the speakers.1

The two singers exchanged smug grins, and threw themselves back into the music, James singing along with the band’s song, watching Matt own the crowd out of the corner of his eye.2

Why was that so sexy?3

He seemed to get lost in the music, though feeling Matt’s eyes on him, as he sang his heart out as if it were his own and not his friend’s as he moved up on the barricade, singing to the crowd. 4

When the song was over, and his name was announced again, he was hugged twice more by Matt and then finally Brian before he walked back off the stage again, breathing heavily as he tossed his microphone aside. The din from the crowd seemed so much more subdued as he walked backstage, the screaming fans and heavy bass disappearing when he strode away.5

James couldn’t help feeling alone backstage as his performing high faded. After being surrounded by people on the stage for those enthralling few minutes, wrapped up in both musicians and their music, being back to solo was empty, lonely.6

He was leaning face down against a wall, his forehead flat to the concrete as his hair curtained his face. Despite it all, he missed having a band like that. He loved his solo effort, but there was just something about being surrounded by the people who helped him create the music he was singing.7

His thoughts were broken as he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist from behind. He glanced down to see meaty forearms covered in distinct tattooed, and he smiled a bit: Matt.8

“Is your set over?” he asked without lifting his head. He wasn’t answered, save the moving of his hair and the grazing of lips over the back of his neck. He gasped and curled his knuckles against the wall. “I’ll take that as a yes.”9

“It took everything I had not to ravage you out on that stage tonight,” came the husky, dirty purr in his ear, and James couldn’t contain the shudder as it raced down his spine, willing his body not to arch into the one pressing into his back. “You were so fucking sexy singing my song. I almost couldn’t help myself.”10

“So are you planning to do it now instead?” James purred in return, a well-placed shift of his hips against the straining erection pulling a wanton groan out of the man at his back. The hands on the flat plane of his stomach moved to grip possessively at his angled hips, pressing ever so slightly into him, a soft sound slipping from his throat.11

“Fucking tease,” Matt growled in his ear, and James smirking, pressing back again despite the restraints of the larger man’s hands palming his body. He was showing Matt who was in control, using his body against the other man.12

“You’d know better than anyone, wouldn’t you?” he asked in a husky whisper as he moved his head to shoot Matt a lustful and teasing gaze through the dark curtain of his hair. “You want me.”13

“What was your first clue?” Matt asked with a wolfish grin, albeit entranced by the gaze being shot at him. Anyone would be.14

“That huge thing pressing into my ass for one,” James replied smartly, grinding his hips as if to make a point. It worked well enough, considering the low growl of lust he got out of the man behind him with such a simple move.15

“God damn you,” the larger man muttered in James’ ear, pressing against him in hopes of pinning him to the wall. The vocalist wouldn’t go so easily, however, straining against the pin and only pushing his backside further into Matt’s arousal. A harsh curse escaped his lips against the shell of James’ ear, and the older of the two smirked.16

It was a wonder they’d kept this secret over the years.17

“Let’s go into one of the dressing rooms, yeah?” James muttered, and with a nod Matt moved off him, grabbing his hand and walking to the nearest empty room they came across. “Needy much?” he teased once Matt shoved him into the room, laughing a bit. “Or just hungry?”18

“Starved,” he muttered simply before their lips collided along with their bodies in an instant tangle.19

A pleased sigh left James as their lips locked, the sensation like fire. He moved his tongue out to stroke at the plush pair of lips in front of him as he was backed into a wall. He teased Matt, moving his tongue away whenever the other’s tongue parted his lips to come after it.20

“C’mere, you goddamn tease,” Matt growled, palming James’ hips again and forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth, groaning at the heat and finally capturing his tongue, massaging a low moan out of his partner.21

James finally gave in and let his arms wrap around Matt’s neck, his tongue touching the other, tangling them together as a battle for dominance ensued. A moaned curse left Matt as James’ tongue invaded, fighting past to capture the younger man’s mouth completely.22

Another groan was pulled from Matt, doubled when James ground their hips together, friction forming between their erections. This, of course, brought a moan out of James’ mouth as well.23

“You should moan more,” Matt observed as he pulled away from the kiss. “It’s so fucking sexy when you do.”24

“Touch me and I will,” James breathed, their near-identical eyes meeting. Matt smirked and slid his hand down, around and under his pants, wrapping around his partner’s arousal and pulling lightly on it. “Oh, yeah, just like that,” he moaned breathily, his head kicking back against the wall.25

“I love it when you do that,” Matt growled against the column of James’ throat as he began to stroke him with fervor, his lips very lightly brushing over his pulse point. By this time, James was gripping onto Matt’s shoulders tightly as his hips began to rock forward.26

Throaty moans spilled from James’ mouth as his body reacted shamelessly to the hand moving over him, his jaw having dropped, his lips slightly parted as he watched Matt through heavily lidded eyes. Matt was muttering incoherent praise as his hand began to move faster, causing sensation to tingle and erupt in him. 27

Matt moved his other hand down, unbuttoning the pants before slipping his other hand into the backside of his pants, groping his ass shamelessly, making James arch into him with a moan.28

“Come for me,” Matt groaned against James’ ear, earning him a gasp before another moan of pleasure chased it. The pressure and grip increased on Matt’s shoulder as his moaning intensified, the muscles in his body tensing almost painfully and finally releasing into Matt’s hand with a final shudder and cry, his hips bucking forward violently.29

After a moment of heavy breathing, James looked up at Matt with a smirk and a lustful look to his darkened eyes, and before the larger man could expect it, he was the one pressed against the wall, arching against it as his lips were covered fiercely again. He had moved away from the hands down his pants as he kissed him, but only for a fiery, yet brief moment before James started to kiss down his cheek to his throat.30

His back arched gracefully as he slowly made his way down, his hands moving up his partner’s shirt, his hand and his head meeting as he began to kiss down the exposed sliver of skin that was his abdomen, one hand moving down to efficiently unbutton his jeans, moving them aside and pressing a teasing kiss to the head of his erection, pulling a groan from his partner, and he smirked.31

“What?” he asked in a tone of faux innocence and he got a snort of derision out of it, but it quickly turned into a cry of ecstasy as James wrapped his lips around him, slowly moving his head forward, the heat slowly consuming Matt as he hollowed his cheeks out. Hearing Matt respond like this gave James another instant hard-on as he began to move back and forth, simulating thrusting movements.32

Matt’s body began to quiver a little and his hips began to buck forward, seeking more of the warm cavern that was James’ mouth. His hands moved to tangle in the long, silky strands of his hair, tugging a little and dragging a lascivious moan out of him, sending shudders up the larger man’s body, ending in a shaky moan.33

James’ tongue traced the underside with every movement forward, which caused the grip on his hair to increase as he stilled, letting the thrusting be done to him by his partner, opening himself up and letting Matt’s hips do the work, hands moving to claw at the body that moved under his ministrations.34

Matt cursed incoherently as James moved his hand up to cup his balls in one hand, massaging them in time with the movements of his mouth, and soon he let out a loud groan, arching and gripping James’ hair, releasing hard into him. James moaned back and cleaned him up before moving up to kiss the larger man lightly, as a final gesture, more teasing than anything else.35

“Oh, no, we’re not done yet,” Matt muttered against his partner’s lips, and a smirk came to both of them, as they knew what was next. “I want inside you.”36

“Who says I’m bottoming?” James asked in a teasing voice, a grin playing at his face as he moved his hand down Matt’s side, gripping his ass tightly, earning him a groan despite the disgruntled expression on his face. “I want to top you, but if I do bottom, I’m in control.”37

“You and your control,” Matt chided, and James grinned evilly, shrugging a little and squeezing tighter at his partners backside, earning him a moan, and he chuckled a bit.38

“I learned it from you,” he retorted softly, grinding their hips together, sending shudders through both as they both became fully erect once more. Whoever said multiple orgasms were for females only didn’t know these two.39

Matt smirked a little, grabbing James’ wrists roughly and pulling him away from the wall and over onto a couch in the room, throwing him down on it and covering him with his own body, pressing his hips between his legs as he spread them apart with his thigh. James offered a similar smirk and shifted his body to roll off the piece of furniture, shoving the both of them onto the floor, straddling Matt at this point.40

“I’m in control,” he repeated, and before Matt could argue, he covered his lips with his own, silencing any and all possible protests. It seemed he’d given up the fight for top because he shifted his hips in such a way to make Matt groan into his mouth, grinding his body down teasingly on his partner’s erection.41

“I want you,” Matt moaned out, his hips bucking up to meet James’. The man on top smirked a little, lithe fingers dancing down Matt’s front, nails barely dragging against the fabric of his shirt.42

“I know you do,” James purred in return as his hand moved up Matt’s shirt, touching the toned muscle under colorful skin, his nails clawing down, causing the larger man to arch and gasp at the touch.43

“Get your damn clothes off,” Matt growled, and James just laughed huskily at the command, shaking his head and continuing to bring his hand up and down his partner’s chest, teasing the hell out of him.44

“You first and maybe I will,” the longhaired man purred, his hair curtaining his grinning face as he leaned forward, the strands barely brushing Matt’s face as he hovered above him.45

“You’re kind of on top of me,” Matt grunted, and James tilted his head a little before moving off. “That’s not what I was going for.”46

“Oh, quit whining,” James teased as he began to unbutton the vest over his white t-shirt, fingers slipping quickly and effectively over the buttons, and soon the vest was on the ground, the shirt soon following. As lean muscle was revealed, Matt could do nothing but stare. “Hey, you, quit staring and strip.”47

Matt blinked and gave a wolfish grin as he stripped his shirt off, just as James had pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them, along with his socks and shoes. He moved over again, straddling Matt’s thighs and pulling the pants and boxers of his partner off himself, moving his nude body to hover over Matt’s aching member.48

“Fuck, James,” the man on bottom groaned as he arched, thick muscles moving as his body arched up, begging silently for just a simple touch, though he knew it wouldn’t be enough. “Let me fuck you.”49

“Uh uh,” James chided, smirking a little as he pushed his body down just a little against Matt’s. “I won’t let you fuck me.”50

He groaned in frustration, but it turned into one of pleasure as James brushed sensitive skin over the head of his erection again. James leaned down, his lips barely brushing over the other’s, four simple words escaping in a breath.51

“Make love to me.”52

Matt groaned, the words seemingly having brought something home for him. He bit his lip and let his head fall back on the floor. James sighed and moved to lean his body back against his partner’s thighs. It instantly turned from playful to serious in a matter of seconds.53

“What?” he asked tersely, running his hand through his hair, and then dragging his nails down Matt’s chest, hoping to distract him. “Its just words, Matt. You’ve said it before. Indulge me, would you?” His brusque tone had turned to a sensual purr as his body rocked lightly against the other vocalist.54

“Okay,” was the breathless consent as Matt arched up into his hands. James decided now wasn’t the time to bring up such things, and therefore dropped the subject, taking two of Matt’s fingers into his hand and drawing them into his mouth, suckling them slowly, deliberately, feeling Matt’s erection brush his entrance as his hips bucked.55

The hand fell from his mouth when James deemed them fit to do so, guiding them across his body, and Matt caught on by this time, pressing one finger into James, making him arch and gasp, eyes slamming shut as his body rocked downward against the intrusion.56

After a few seconds, Matt pressed the second finger inward, and James moaned lowly, his thighs clenching a little around his partner’s waist as his body reacted with a shudder.57

Matt made scissoring movements with his fingers, teasingly tapping at James’ prostate, making him cry out and grip his bicep.58

“Fuck,” the longhaired musician groaned out, his body arching. Matt smirked, deemed James ready for him, and drew away; he made quick work of a condom he’d produced out of his jeans. “Ready for this, were you?”59

“Hoping,” Matt replied with a smirk, pushing the head of his arousal against James, thrusting up, and James cried out, throwing his head down, his hair covering his face as he bit down hard on his lip. It always hurt, but that didn’t mean James was going to be quiet about it.60

Matt went slowly, pushing into him, and he rested for just a second while James’ slight whimpering breaths subsided. It was the older musician who moved first, all but impaling himself on Matt with a cry of pleasure. The receiver wasn’t prepared for this, and his hips bucked upward with a groan.61

“James,” Matt moaned out as he began to start a pace between them, and James only answered with a groan as the other hit his prostate, sending tingling sensations through his body as the bundle of nerves was struck. Fingers gripped tightly to Matt’s biceps as James began to take over, shifting his hips into a riding motion, striking his own prostate with every movement, short bursts of vocal pleasure escaping.62

Moaned obscenities filled the air as their bodies moved almost as one, James working Matt’s erection with his body, the muscles in his legs and back moving fluidly under the effort. Matt’s muscles were strained, working and flexing almost as hard as his hips thrust upward to meet the other’s hips halfway, burying himself deeper into the older man every time.63

“God—fuck—I’m gonna…” Matt panted out incoherently as he thrust upward; deeper into James, striking his prostate again, and the tightening of the muscles around his cock milked the release out of him as he shuddered, his body stiffening as his hand moved to bury in his partner’s hair, tugging lightly on it.64

James gave a small smirk before his mouth opened and his orgasm exploded from him with a moan, letting himself go between them as his back bowed, the muscles tensing and flexing powerfully as his entire body shuddered from the exertion.65

“Matt…” James said in a breathless tone as he looked up, not even recovered from his orgasm yet. Matt looked up through heavy eyes, head tilted a little. “Do you love me?”66

Heavy breathing only broke the tense silence that fell between them as hazel eyes met another pair of the same. James, of course, instantly thought the worst, and sighed a little in response.67

“I expected as much,” he muttered, moving to pull himself off Matt, but he was caught by his biceps and dragged down for a fierce kiss that surprised even the giver of the affection. Another low moan escaped James as their lips fused, the feel of the embrace almost becoming desperate.68

“I left my girlfriend of thirteen years for you; doesn’t that mean anything?” Matt murmured against James’ lips once they broke apart. A slight sigh escaped James’ kiss-swollen lips.69

“Of course it does,” James whispered. “But I just want you to say it. Just once.”70

The silence settled between them again, and James swallowed hard, pulling away for real this time, a slight noise of protest hitting the back of his throat as he felt Matt slip out of him.71

He moved to his pile of clothing and was halfway through pulling his jeans on when he heard a soft murmur behind him.72

He whipped around, seeing Matt up on his elbows on the ground, his body shimmering a little in sweat. He tilted his head a little, and Matt offered a small half-smile in return.73

“I said I’m sorry,” Matt confessed, and the slight bit of hope that had risen in James deflated. He nodded a little, turning away and biting his lip as his hair fell in his face again, hiding the expression of pain. “I do love you. This is just…different than I’m used to.”74

“Different isn’t necessarily bad,” James muttered as he pulled on his shirt, a small smile coming to his face nonetheless when he heard the three words he’d wanted to; it was only small because they were paired with an excuse. “Doesn’t this feel natural to you?” He turned to face Matt, who was just looking slightly confused.75

“Yeah…” Matt said, trailing off, which caused James to raise an eyebrow in question. 76

“You’re just afraid,” James said as he replaced the vest over his shirt. It wasn’t an accusation, jus an observation. Matt sighed, sitting up and starting to dress as well.77

“I am, yeah,” Matt admitted with another sigh as he ran his hand over his Mohawk.78

“It takes time,” James said offhandedly. “I’m willing to wait. Just…say you love me, and it’ll be fine. Don’t withhold vital information like that just because you’re afraid. Who’s gonna know but me, huh?”79

Matt sighed again and nodded a little, standing after dressing. “I should go meet the fans,” he said, and James took a deep breath before nodding. “I’ll call you?”80

“Yeah, call me,” the older man said with a nod. Matt walked over and pressed a slight kiss to James’ lips, grabbing his biceps lightly as their lips pushed together. “I love you.”81

“Love you too,” Matt replied against his lips after a moment of silence, as if he were trying to work over the information. “I’ll talk to you later.”82

“Yeah, bye,” James said with a slight sigh as Matt pulled away from the embrace, walking toward the door and disappearing through it. He looked over the door for a few moments before shaking his head and walking out, heading in the opposite direction of Matt’s destination.83

That always seemed to be their lives, going in opposite directions. Their intersections were few and far between, but like car accidents they were vivid and unforgettable, impressions turning to ideas. Maybe it was love, maybe lust, but James treasured the time they had together, and despite their disagreements, he, at least, wouldn’t trade it for the world.