Catch A Wave ~ Jatt

Riding the wave

A/N: WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT!! ALSO MILD SEXUAL OFFENSIVE MATERIAL!! SOMEONE TOUCHING SOMEONE THEY SHOULDN'T!! 

That's all :D Enjoy the show. ;D

Zacky sat on the kitchen counter, writing down errands that needed to be done the following afternoon. His pretty heart-shaped face held a little frown as the black raven hair felld down into his head. Emerald green eyes read the words over, and he sighed.

"Don't stress it, baby." Brian smiled, walking over to hug his baby. Lifting him down from the counter Brian brought them into a slow dance. Zacky giggled softly in Brian's ear as he layed his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Mmm... Brian." Zacky sighed, letting himself be totally enchanted by Brian's charm. "I love you Zacky.." Brian sung softly, to a melody that Zacky'd never heard before. But this was not something new. Brian was a brilliant musician.

"I love you too, baby." Closing his eyes he kept listening to Brian's soft singing, not spotting Johnny who stood a little away from them, looking at the couple with longing eyes.

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Johnny wasn't the only one thinking of his desire. On the beach, where the surfers were training for their competition later that night was Matt.

Matt had been totally out of balance all day, and his friend, Charlie Samson, had been trying to help him out with the surfboards and pep talk, but Matt was totally spaced out.

"And then you could just hope that you won't fall off. Matt? Man, seriously!" Charlie uttered, shaking his head laughing as Matt jumped out of his daydreams and foucused on his friend again. "Sorry, man, I was totally lost in thoughts."

"I can see that. What is it about really? You've been totally spaced out for most part of the day. Something happened yesterday, didn't it?" Charlie flipped his brown long hair behind his ear as he took a better look at his surfer friend. The blue eyes dug into Matt's hazel ones, really opening for Matt to say what was on his mind. 
"I was on a date last night." Matt smiled, sitting down on the bench inbetween all the surf boards.

Charlie whitled low. "Okay, tell me about it!"

"Charlie... it was with a guy." Matt's voice went a little unsecure.

"What? Really? Wow, I didn't expect that at all! Matt are you bi? Or are you fully gay?"

"I'm bi." Matt blushed.. looking away.

"It's okay, man. Love who you want." Charlie smiled, patting the broad man's back. "Thanks, man. Yeah, I re-met my high school sweetheart last night. We had an amazing date. Trying to really catch up. I'm so glad that he gave me a new chance. Really." Matt smiled, dimples betraying him.

"What's he's name?" Charlie wondered, continuing working.

"Johnny." Matt said. Oh how that name made his heart sing.

"That's so cute, oh my god I might throw up a little in my mouth." A sly voice suddenly uttered, smirking while doing so. "What do you want, Trent?" Matt rolled his eyes, looking up at the sneaky bastard of a competitor.

"Not your cock, sorry to disappoint you. But your new little toyboy wants it, doesn't he? It's a shame that you got no balls attached to it then." Trent snickered evilly, his ugly green hair stood out to all directions because of the super strong wax he used. A hairdresser would've thrown up at him.

"My balls are very intact, thank you very much, if you're not sure about it, I'll show you." Matt offered, arching a challenging eyebrow at him. His biceps bulging as his temper raised.

"No thanks, I don't swing that way." Trent grinned, his teeth all yellow.  "I'm gonna tell everyone what a fag you are, Mattie. And when I do, they'll certaintly throw you out of the good damn competition."