Day By Day

.:Chapter Five:.

        The four men that had set plans for a dinner date agreed that they would go at 6:30 pm on Saturday; Zacky was both nervous and excited. Brian had told him to dress nicely, but also casually, so the hazel-eyed man had went out and specifically bought clothes for the occasion. He was now standing in front of his bathroom mirror, buttoning up a black and red long-sleeved shirt; once it was completely buttoned, he rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, admiring the way it fit him before he pulled on his brand new pair of black skinny jeans. Once they were up on his hips, he buttoned and then zipped them, slipping his phone into his pocket before he then trailed into the living room to put on his black Converse. As he was tying his shoes, his pocket began vibrating to signal that he was receiving a call. He pulled his phone out of his jeans and checked the screen, and to his delight, it was Brian that was calling him.
        "Hey, Bri." Zacky murmured with a smile, holding his phone between his ear and his shoulder to tie his other shoe.
        "Hey, will you be ready in about five minutes? I'm about a mile from your house, so I'll be there pretty soon." The brown-eyed man's deep, smooth voice came drifting through the speaker on Zacky's phone. There was something about that voice that just made his entire body quiver..
        "Yeah, I'm putting my shoes on now. Just send me a text when you're here." Zacky replied, shaking off the thoughts of what Brian's voice would sound like while they were-
        "No, no. I'm coming to the door to get you. Don't even try to argue it." There was a playful growl to his voice now, and Zacky couldn't suppress the giddy chuckle that bubbled from his throat.
        "Alright, alright! I'll be waiting, Mr. Formal." The hazel-eyed man teased, now using his hand to hold his phone, as he was done tying his shoes. They bid each other farewell, and once Brian hung up, Zacky set his phone next to him on his couch and sat back. He heaved a deep sigh, tapping his fingers on his jean-covered thigh as he waited for Brian to show up. Soon enough, those thoughts of Brian's voice moaning and gasping in his ear returned, and he couldn't push them away now that he didn't need to form a coherent sentence to anyone.

        "C'mon, Zacky, just take it off.." The brown-eyed man whined pitifully. His wrists were tied to the headboard of Zacky's bed with the spare sheets, and his ankles were tied against the bedposts, keeping them spread apart.
        "Not just yet.." Zacky smirked, twirling in a circle as he stripped his shirt from his body. The only thing that was left to take off was his hot pink panties and his soft pink thigh highs. "Do you want me, Brian?" The hazel-eyed man taunted, licking his lips at the sight of Brian's bulge straining painfully against his boxers.
        "Yes, I fucking want you!" He cried desperately, struggling against his restraints.
        "Ah-ah-ah.." Zacky scolded, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between Brian's open legs. "You're so desperate, so needy.. I love to watch you squirm.." His voice was a twinge above a whisper as he trailed his finger down Brian's bare, muscular torso. The man below him gasped as Zacky's digit reached the waistband of his boxers, but then he groaned pitifully when Zacky lifted his hand.
        "Please, Zacky, please.. I'm begging you.." Brian whimpered, his brown gaze locked on Zacky's feverish face.
        "Alright, alright.. Needy.." He chuckled, letting his fingers dip into Brian's boxers and wrap around the hardened male. The brown-eyed man beneath him arched his back and released a sharp moan, his hips rolling up against Zacky's hand as he began to flick his wrist in a pumping motion.

        Zacky was jolted out of his fantasy by the sound of his doorbell being rung multiple times in a row; how long had he been sitting there thinking about being with Brian? "I-I'll be there in a second, hold on!" He called, noticing the painful disturbance in his jeans. He muttered a few curses at himself, taking a few deep breaths to calm down before he was finally able to get up and waddle towards the door. His arousal had mostly subsided, but he just hoped that Brian wouldn't glance down at his crotch for the next few minutes; he laughed softly as he opened the door, taking in the sight of Brian in a nice grey button-up shirt and a pair of black jeans.
        "Hey! You look nice," Brian commented with a wide smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. "So.. You ready to go?"
        "I've been ready for like, five minutes. You must be a slow driver." Zacky smirked, quickly brushing past him and closing the door to his apartment.
        "No, I'm a careful driver, there's a difference!" Brian countered with a chuckle as he grabbed Zacky's wrist, leading him out towards the parking lot. The hazel-eyed man stared at Brian's strong hand wrapped around his wrist, a strange tingle spreading through his body at the contact..

        Zacky slid into the booth at the restaurant, closest to the window, and Brian sat down next to him. Matt and Johnny were already there, sipping on their drinks and looking at the menus. "Took you guys long enough. Did you have a quickie in the car or something?" Matt commented lowly, not removing his piercing green gaze from his menu.
        "Oh, yeah, we totally did," Zacky growled sarcastically and rolled his eyes, ordering a Coke as he flipped through his own menu. "No, no, Brian's holding out on me.. For now." He shared a playful glance with Johnny, who was suddenly overcome with a fit of giggles.
        "For now? What exactly does that mean?" Brian turned his head to the left, raising a brow as he stared at Zacky in skepticism.
        "Oh, I think you know what that means." Zacky smirked, winking at him.
        "I think that's Zacky's way of telling you he wants to ride you like a horse, Bri." Matt chuckled, cocking a brow upwards. Brian's cheeks turned blood red, but he said nothing else as he feverishly scanned his menu. Nothing sounded appetizing to him at the moment except.. Zacky. That thought had been bothering him all day, but now, he was one-hundred percent sure that he wanted his first experience with a man to be with Zacky. He cast a somewhat longing glance at the hazel-eyed man that sat next to him before the waitress came over; the group of men placed their orders and then began to wait patiently for their food.
        "So, Zacky, I gotta ask," Johnny piped up while everyone else was silent. Zacky raised his brows at the shorter man that sat across from him, giving him a nod to go ahead and ask. "What made you start dancing at the club? If that's not too personal, I mean." He added politely.
        "Well, I got fired from my office job for taking a sick day, and as I was driving home, I heard the ad for the club. So I thought, why the hell not? Went in, auditioned, everything worked out smoothly, and that's the story of how I became a stripper." He explained casually, not seeming to be bothered by being asked about how he became a stripper. He really didn't mind it, though; he had met Brian that way, so he didn't regret a single second, not even getting fired from his previous job.

        All through dinner, Johnny and Matt teased Brian about hiding his feelings for Zacky, and occasionally, the hazel-eyed man even joined in on the teasing. It wasn't like Brian minded, though; he did have feelings for Zacky, he just wasn't sure exactly how to act on those feelings, and he wasn't really sure what those feelings were. He was attracted, yes. But was it something deeper than just a superficial attraction? Did Brian.. Like Zacky? All these thoughts swam through his mind as he drove his hazel-eyed date home, occasionally clearing his throat as if he was about to say something; but he never did.
        "Sorry if the guys made you uncomfortable.." He finally muttered as they were pulling into the parking lot of Zacky's apartment. "I know they can get pretty out of hand at times, so.. Don't hate me because of them, okay?" Brian chuckled nervously, putting the car in park and glancing over at the gorgeous man that sat in his passenger's seat.
        "No, Brian, it's okay. I thought it was pretty funny, actually." Zacky smirked, earning a deep chuckle from Brian. "Would you mind walking me up to the door? This place gets kinda creepy at night.."
        "Not at all." Brian smiled, getting out of the car and stepping over to the passenger's side; he opened Zacky's door, helping him to his feet by taking his hand and pulling upwards. Surprisingly, though, Brian didn't let go of Zacky's hand as they walked up to the front door of his apartment. He held on the entire time. "Zacky.. I had a really great time tonight." The brown-eyed man murmured as his date turned around and looked him in the eyes with a wide smile.
        "Me too, Brian. We should do this again sometime. Y-you know.. Just us." The shorter man smiled bravely, although inside he was mentally punching himself for stuttering.
        "I'd like that." Brian whispered, and then he did something that Zacky would have never expected. He leaned in and pressed their lips together for a soft, curious kiss that only lasted for a split second. The hazel-eyed man's head was spinning as Brian pulled away, his brown eyes tinted with affection. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
        "O-o-okay.." Zacky stuttered, his eyes wide as he stared up at the taller man in front of him. Brian pecked Zacky's lips one last time, letting his hand go so that he could slip inside his apartment. Once the door was closed, the brown-eyed man's lips parted in a wide, triumphant grin, and he chuckled as he shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered towards his car. He had to push back the urge to whirl around and tear back to Zacky's door; he wanted to kiss him again, he wanted to feel those warm and plush lips on his own once more. No, he didn't want.. He needed to kiss Zacky again. But instead of turning around and knocking on the door, Brian decided that one kiss was enough for tonight, and then he climbed into his car and drove away, the smile from Zacky's kiss never leaving his lips.