At the tour bus...
"Oh please let it end," said Zacky taking off his socks.
Smiling, I relentlessly tickle the crap out of Zacky's feet. He falls to the floor.
There he rolled around on the ground in spasms. He tried to kick his feet away from my grasp but I held firmly onto his ankles.
"Brian stop," he says through another laugh.
His cheeks are red and he's waving his arms around. I decide that it was enough thus letting go of him.
"What are you doing," he asked.
"You told me to stop."
"Don't."
On that note I continue on running my fingers up and down Zacky's foot. His laugh is amusing. Enjoying this I crack a smile. As his arms spasm he backhands a cabinet.
"Ow," he says then continues laughing.
I chuckle. Then Matt walks in with a beer in hand, "What are you two doing?"
"What's it look like?"
Matt places his beer down on the counter. He turns as if to walk out the door but then he whirls around yelling, "Attack!"
Matt lounges at Zacky tickling the crap out of his stomach. Today was indeed a good day.
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Synacky Race
FanfictionThis was requested by a follower on tumblr and I wrote it two years ago...Zacky challenges Syn to a motorcycle race. The loser gets tickled.
