Title: Untitled (But I'm going to call this ZAK, YOUR FUCKING HAIR. I think.)
Pairing: Nakron (Zaron)
Part 2 of 3
Summary: Zak was on the fence about a hairstyle change. His Zak fin was becoming a pain to fix every morning and then there were just times he didn't have enough time to finish the do (He's blaming Nick and Aaron on that one). So maybe he does need a hairstyle change. Or a style change. Nick and Aaron think so as well.
Warning: What , smut. This is an excuse to write smut. This one went straight into smut. No regrets.
Rating: M-X

"Sh, Zak, you have to be quiet," was the breathy murmur making it through the pants and strangled moans echoing off the tile walls. Zak shook under Aaron's grasp, his body quivering with suppressed strength with each grind forcing him against the sink of a public restroom. Zak never saw it coming, but when he felt the older man behind him, body heavy and intense, and strong hands catching him around his hips to grab for his belt, Zak took in one shuddering breath and wrapped his hands around the porcelain.

He rubbed back against Aaron, felt the hardness of his arousal slide against the crack of his ass and his pants scratchy against the back of his thighs. His own dick was straining against the front of his boxers, aching as Aaron ignored it to play with his nipples under his shirt. Zak released another shaky breath and bit off a moan as he gyrated into empty air, the mess in his shorts was going to be a bitch to walk around in during interviews.

"Come on, come on..."

"I said be quiet.. It echoes in here."

Zak didn't give a damn if anyone could hear by this point and whined, tone soft and needy, and laced with impatience. They didn't have long and people will start to wonder if they have disappeared for a while. He looked into the mirror, saw the flush on his own cheeks and Aaron's dark eyes flashing over his shoulder. Fuck, Zak would just walk away if the other hadn't been so dominating- he doesn't get like this unless Zak practically breaks and demands for it- and here he was, bending him over, forcing Zak to see how he looked, broad and strong and pliant-

"Fuck me, fuck me-"

Aaron chuckled, and that deep tone always made Zak shiver. He plastered himself to the muscled back, could swear he could feel the sweat through the tight material, and managed to cover Zak's body in a way that made his breath to hitch and his eyes to shut. One hand moved down over the ridges of his stomach, cupping him in a tight grip, and Zak gasped and swore. He was just pulling all the stops.

Zak started to growl, "If you don't fucking-"

"Hey, it's my way right now." Aaron joked despite the warning in the other's voice and it wasn't fair how the older man sounded so unaffected when he's hard as a rock against his ass. He could feel the heavy weight, and if he doesn't get in him...

"I'll get Nick. I swear to fucking god..."

Aaron laughed this time but he started to move, pulling Zak's boxers down to his thighs where they stay, unlike his pants that had fallen around his ankles. The younger man let out a string of curses as Aaron started to stroke him in a tight grip, fast, in that way his fist was beating against his pubic bone. Zak started to rut back, because one, he doesn't like to cum alone, and two, he's so turned on he's kind of aching for it. Zak grits his teeth and his hands tighten around the rim of the sink. He knew if he let go he was going to turn this around, but hell, when Aaron gets like this.

Zak whined when the older man let go and he tried to wait patiently as Aaron pulled down his boxers and slicked his fingers with lube. The first finger went in with barely any resistance, but Zak had done this enough to know how to work with it. He pushed back and waited for the second where the burned would be more prominent, but he still couldn't hold in the gasp when Aaron's middle finger joined the other. "Enough, that's enough." Zak grunted.

"G, I donno..." Aaron answered but his fingers did slip out only to align himself to the twitching pucker. Zak glared at him in the mirror and thrusted his hips back, felt the hot slide of Aaron's dick against his entrance. He saw the way the older man's eyes darkened, heard him gasp, and Zak smirked when the older man slicked himself up with the remaining lube and pushed into him with one quick slide.

"Fuuuuck." Zak moaned and his body flattened even more over the sink. The burn was intense, wasn't stretched enough and it had been a while, but he had other problems to tend to. He met Aaron half way, his own dick slapping between his thighs as he squirmed against the other's not moving body.

"Don't move, Zak-" Aaron panted as he desperately tried to control himself. He tried these experimental, slow thrusts, hips swivelling in hopes to nudge against the other man's prostate. He grinned when he got moan and a low growl.

"Get on with it!" Zak's voice echoed in the large bathroom and Aaron's hand came up a second too slow to cover his mouth. Zak didn't take the hint and sucked against the sweaty flesh. He groaned into his palm and the sound went straight to his dick. Aaron hissed and he started to pull back, only to snap his hips forward, keeping with the motion that got Zak grunting into his hand and arching under his body. He wanted to see more and so he let go, instead trying to thread his hand into Zak's hair and pull his head back-

"Shit! Aaron! Ow- ow, ow stop!" Zak's eyes widened and he let go of the sink, blinking furiously to hold back pained tears as Aaron's fingers tangled into his hair and pulled at his scalp in a less than pleasurable way. Aaron panicked, spitting out apologies as he slowly extracted his hand, afraid to pull any hairs free. Zak's hair was a mess on one side, sticking up every which direction, making him look younger and all the more put out.

"Ow..."

Aaron snickered and kissed Zak's shoulder. "Man, you need a new hairstyle," He said lightly and peppered more soothing kisses across his back until the raven sighed. "You know, one with less gel."

Zak rolled his eyes, tongue darting over his lips as he looked over his shoulder at Aaron. He'll think about it, but now was not the time. "Move."

"Off? G..."

"Not off. In me. Come on, you started this..." Zak started moving his hips back and forth, inhaling through his teeth when Aaron got the idea. He quickly ignored the throbbing on his head and concentrated on the thick flesh he was impaled on. "I wanna... finish."

Aaron sighed and shut his eyes, his hips meeting Zak's ass the only other sound besides their breathing and occasionally escaped moans. He let his hands drift under Zak's shirt again, felt the muscles quiver and Zak bodily twitch when he found spots that were sensitive. Zak reached down and wrapped a hand around himself, grunting as he matched the speed of Aaron fucking him onto his own cock. His balls pulled up tight and Zak gasped, eyes fluttering shut as he released between his fingers.

Aaron pulled out with a grunt and turned the other man around, Zak nearly sitting on the sink as he spread his legs to fit him in between. Aaron stroked himself quickly and spilled his seed on Zak's abdomen and groin, white slowly dripping down the dark, tamed hair around his softening cock.

Zak nudged his forehead against Aaron, eyes bright as smiled at the older man. "You got my permission to do that again," he said through his breaths and Aaron laughed before catching his lips. They pulled away after a few playful nips to each other's lips and Aaron stood a few inches back to do back up his pants before grabbing for his camera and a paper towel. Zak stepped away from the sink and his legs nearly gave.

"You okay?" Aaron asked worriedly as he got Zak around his waist. Zak waved him off and grabbed the end of his shirt, pulling it away from his stomach with slight disgust. He nodded and Aaron wiped up under his shirt before they went for his boxers and pants.

"Yeah... I'm gonna be feelin' that." Zak said and turned around to look into the mirror again to fix his hair like he had planned to do before Aaron interrupted him. He winced even more at what had become of it before turning on the sink. "Really, bro? My hair?"

"Hey, you like it in bed."

"Yeah, in bed." Zak grumbled and wet his hands before trying to sculpt his hair back into his signature faux-hawk. He was starting to get tired of fixing it every time he went out.

"Maybe you should change it." Aaron suggested and Zak was about to have a comeback for that just as he flicked on the record. Zak resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he heard Aaron speak into the camera about watching Zak fix his hair before directing the cam to him for a few seconds.

"Come on its interview time, we gotta make sure the faux-hawk looks good. You good?" Aaron snickered and Zak managed to beat down a blush at being filmed so close after being fucked. He decided a nod was good enough, and he didn't quite care enough about fixing a few stragglers just to get out of the vlog as he limped away with a quiet, "thank you".

He could feel Aaron grinning from ear to ear as he ended the video. "Shut up." Zak mumbled as he heard Aaron say the problem was with his face, and not his hair.

As he stepped out, he immediately ran into Nick and Zak's hands shot out to grab onto Nick's crossed arms before he fell back. He blinked in surprise, a smile paused on his lips at Nick's not-pout frown. Zak tilted his head, he sort of knew what the problem was, but he still had to ask.

"What's wrong, bro?"

Nick huffed, and he did again when Aaron came out next a minute later, and stormed off muttering about how he left his camera with the guys back at the van after he lead them thereonce he heard the first whimpering gasp.

Well. He left after grabbing Zak by his fucking hair, and pulled him forward - moulding Zak against his front and he could feel the hard-on raging behind the zipper and just how the fuck is his pants even containing that- to crash their mouths together despite Zak's surprised cry. Zak's eyes widened and he really had no choice but to take on the advance, opening his mouth as Nick plundered it with his tongue. Aaron grunted, "Geez!" and Zak could see him looking around to make sure the coast was clear from the corner of his eye before Nick shoved him back against Aaron.

And then he was gone.

Zak sighed and knew his hair was an utter mess. He wasn't going on like this and he rushed past Aaron back into the bathroom. "I should of brought my hat."

"Dude. We got seconds."

"It can wait, Aaron! This is completely unprofessional. Fuck." Maybe he did need a new hairstyle change. Or maybe he should just bring around his hat.