! whiplash !

sematary and ghost mountain fic by

@breeeefike

WARNINGS:

cussing.

mention of alcohol use.

foul language.

18+.

blood.

drunk driving.

smoking.

| 💌 side notes: second fic guys lmk what u think!

sematary: real name zane

ghost mountain: real name wren

it was the last night of the tour, they were both tired and were on stage preforming the last song of the night. the air was all foggy from the smoke in the crowd and wren and zane’s legs were TIRED, they had been jumping around and preforming all night. wren yelled into the crowd a like goodbye and a couple of positive words into the crowd before the show ended. the tension had been high all night between the two, wether it was a brush at the leg or a look that lasted longer than usual, zane even caught wren biting his lip at one point after the shared look. they have always liked each other but they would never admit it, they would have girlfriends but those were always cover ups. the first time they ever tried anything was years ago- wren gave zane his first ever properly done blowjob. it was fucking amazing. zane saw stars. at the current time zane has a girlfriend which they are on and off and wren just hasn’t really dated since his last girlfriend practically drove him insane. as they walked off the stage and back to the tour bus they had a casual conversation- it was just zane and wren on this tour none of the other hm members were involved besides hackle. and the tension between zane and wren just keeps rising and rising- it being at its peak tonight. as they got on the bus zane had gone out to smoke, wren admired from the window, he didn’t know if liking his best friend was a good thing or not since they are both male and everyone around them perceives them as straight. wren watched from the window and he felt his pants get..tighter?? was he really getting hard just from looking at zane smoke? he sat down from the window and shook his head, feeling ashamed. he tried distracting himself by scrolling on his phone, but the thought and hardness never went away. “fuck.” he thought.

wren looked back over at the window and didn’t see zane there anymore, meaning he’s walking back to the bus, “fuck.” he’s clearly hard. he throws a blanket over his lap and acts like he was just on his phone

“wanna watch a movie or something”

zane asks

“yeah sure”

zane sits down next to wren and moves the blanket on his lap to cover the both of them, wren gets nervous and scared zane’s gonna see his very clear hard on. wren clears his throat.

as the movie goes by zane’s watching it but wren is too busy looking at something else. zane. it’s all he’s been thinking about the past few days.

zane leans over wren to grab something and he feels wrens hardness in his stomach as he leans over. he pauses

wren gulps nervously

“i-“

before wren could finish his sentence zane was already putting 2 fingers in his mouth, making wren immediately whimper and his eyes rolling back as he sucks on his fingers.

“z- za”

zane climbs on him and gets on his lap, making a loud whimper moan come out of wren.

zane was already sliding his fingers down wrens torso, his fingers fiddling with the bottom of wrens tank top. he keeps moving it around- teasing. that’s when wren starts to beg

“pl- please take i- it off. “

“say that again.” zane says firmly.

“take it off please.” wren gives zane these ‘fuck me’ eyes practically begging

zane smirks and forcefully takes wrens tank top off. seeing him starting to sweat

zane gets on his knees in front of him and quickly un does his belt, throwing it aside and pulling his jeans down to his knees, seeing the tented up hardness in his boxers makes zane bite his lip, wren leans his head back and takes a grip onto his hair. zane pulls his boxers down and his eyes widen. ‘damn he’s huge’ he thought

zane took him in his mouth and started to suck. and he was good. he was so good. wrens breathing started to pick up and his eyes were rolling back and he was seeing stars his whimpering quickly turned into moans as pleasure took over him. zane tightened his lips around his length- wren was already getting close. but he loves this control zane had over him.

wren tightened his grip on zane’s hair and was trying to praise him while still keeping his breathing. wrens cum filled zane’s mouth and zane swallowed every last drop. wren now meaning every loudly at his release. after a minute zane sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand- grabbing wrens face and aggressively making out with him like he was mad- but he wasn’t wren got on zane and grinded slowly as they made out- making zane whimper

“fuck” zane muttered

wren smiled into the kiss and tangled his fingers in zane’s hair

wren fell asleep on zane’s shoulder and before zane fell asleep himself he kissed wren on the forehead and held his thigh out of possessiveness.

| PART 2 |

the next morning zane woke up before wren, he smiled when he saw wren still peacefully sleeping and started kissing him in his sleep- waking him up with kisses , starting innocent with the forehead and cheek but then starting to pick up with the neck and the lips, causing wren to wake up- waking up smiling into the kiss

“morning” wren says between kisses

zane just smiles and continues kissing him, his morning wood growing at this interaction they continue making out- getting harder and harder to the point where he’s so hard it hurts

“wren.” zane says with a firm but still sensitive tone

“i- i’m so hard it hurts” zane says, biting his lip.

and that’s all it took, wren nodded and got on his knees in front of zane, submissively un buttoning his jeans with a bit lip, practically starving. his fingers shake as he messed with the zipper and buttons and zane realizes. zane holds wrens hand, despite being so hard to the point where it’s hurting- and in desperate need of pleasure.

“you okay baby?” zane asks wren.

wren nods and quickly slides zane’s jeans down, seeing the print in his boxers sends shivers through his body. he throws zane off guard by hopping in his lap, making zane groan and throw his head back. zane slides wren shirt off quickly and throws it aside.

“fuck.” zane moans

zane grips wrens thighs as wren starts slowly dry humping and grinding in his lap, bouncing occasionally too.

“F- FUCK-!” zane moans out

wren sees this as a good sign. he picks up his pace in humping and grinding.

“i- i need to be inside you.” zane cries out

wren nods and gets off his lap, getting on his hands and knees beside him, zane quickly catches his breath and gets on his knees behind wren, dry humping him through their boxers. zane puts his hand around wrens mouth, ordering him

“spit.”

wren spits in zane’s hand and he uses that as lubricant, pulling his boxers down and positioning himself at the entrance. zane pushes 2 inches in, making wren whine

“F- FUCKKK” wren whines out

“shhh baby” zane puts 2 fingers in wrens mouth.

zane pushes another 3 inches in, stretching wren and making him moan out.

“ZANE HOLY F-“

zane shuts him up by gagging him with the fingers in his mouth, slapping his ass, making wren wince.

zane puts all 9 inches in and goes in and out and back and forth while he whispered dirty things in wrens ear

“fucking slut”

“so tight”

“i’m the only dick that gets this”

wren- a whimpering and moaning mess is seeing stars.

“i’m close” zane whines out- close to release

he shots a big load into him, filling wren up and making him grip the blanket, then forcefully pulling out and collapsing on the couch, wren falling right next to him

“you’re so fucking good” zane says in a whiny tone of voice

wren still at loss for words.

“come here baby” zane holds wren on his chest, massaging his lower back and shoulders and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. zane was amazing at aftercare and wren experiencing it at that moment was driving him insane and head over hills- zane messes and plays with wrens hair while wrens head lays on zanes chest.

“you’re so fucking perfect” zane said to wren.

“so fucking perfect” he said again, but in a lower voice as he rested his head on wrens.

wren smiling on his chest and running his fingers along zane’s abs.

they both fall asleep but get a rude awakening (TO BE CONTINUED..)

| PART 3 |

about an hour or so into their beauty sleep a hm member that they were on tour with comes back in after being out all night, hackle- hackle was out partying and bouncing from bar to bar all night completely oblivious to what was going on in the bus.

he walks in the bus, drink in his hand and rubbing his eyes but immediately stops when he sees wren and zane cuddled up on the couch, both shirtless but boxers on- (thankfully). cuddled up with wrens legs on zanes lap as he holds them possessively. hackle stops and drops his drink, making a loud sound and causing wren and zane to wake up, rubbing their eyes and noticing hackle standing there. making wren get up immediately and clear his throat

“i’m gonna go um- shower”

zane watches wren as he walks away and looks down at his lap, noticing his morning brick and throwing a blanket over himself- hackle still standing there but then going to the beds- trying to processes what he just saw but he was also feeling something…else. he was feeling confused and happy?? he had always secretly shipped them but he’s still confused and thinks maybe it wasn’t intentional and maybe they just fell asleep like that- rubbing his head he got into his bed and took a nap, tired and hungover.

wren in the shower- hard as fuck and needing some sort of relief- his first thought- zane. it’s always been zane, every kiss, every touch, anything with another person he would always close his eyes and imagine zane. he couldn’t tell if he liked it or if it took over his whole fucking life- he couldn’t make the decision, i mean he’s the one who fell in love with his best friend, right? and when he was in a relationship he only ever thought of zane, every orgasm, every date, kiss, all imagining zane. he put his hand around his cock and started stroking, imagining him, imagining his shirt lifting while stretching, imagining him smoking the other night, imagining him shirtless on stage, imagining him putting his fingers in his mouth and calling him dirty names- it drove him crazy and he bit his lip as he stroked faster, remembering the first blowjob in a old 2000s truck that ran strictly by stick and always smelled like cigarettes. he remembers it so vividly and would always get off on it. but this time it felt deeper- a deeper connection, he imagined him being used and degraded by zane- which caused him to finish.

after the shower he got out and wrapped the towel around his hips and starred in the mirror and applying deodorant before stepping into the main bedroom on the bus- getting dressed in a dark red affliction tee with black jeans and of course, a black studded belt, as he’s pulling his shirt down zane comes in the room and stands behind him, putting his hands on his waist and sliding them down to his hips and the tip of his boxer waistband. as he gives his neck a kiss before resting his chin on wrens shoulder

wren speaks first

“last night was-“

“you don’t have to say anything about it right now” zane cuts him off

wren just slightly nods as zane sits down on the bed. wren finishes getting ready and puts some cologne on before sitting on the couch, opposite room of zane, just to get a break from his heart constantly racing around him, he hears the shower start and knows it’s zane- making all the dirty thoughts come rushing back, imagine him naked. he quickly snaps out of it and turns on the tv and eats whatever out of the bus fridge. settling for day old pizza and a room temp white monster on the counter.

about 30 minutes later zane gets out of the shower and gets dressed in black true religion jeans and a matching jacket- no shirt, and of course a black studded belt with some cologne and new rocks.

sitting down on the couch next to zane, manspreading and taking a drink from his monster, then speaking

“ubers gonna be here in like 20 minutes”

zane says

“already told hackle, he’s getting ready right now, he’s hungover from when he was fucking around last night”

wren chuckles, loving the casual conversation knowing that he was getting fucked in this exact spot earlier

*20 minutes later*

the uber pulls up and hackle sits in the front while zane and wren take the back, leaving the middle seat between them and giving the driver the address to the party bar they’re dj-ing at.

| PART 4 |

as they pull up to the bar wren notices zane is locked in on his phone, texting someone. he seems mad and angrily shuts his phone off in his lap. his phone still blowing up but he ignores it. the car comes to a complete stop and hackle tips the driver and all 3 of them get out of the car, wren wondering what’s going on with zane and whatever’s on his phone. zane walks ahead of hackle and wren through the back door.

“what’s up with him” hackle asks

wren just shrugs and they both enter the same back door. and the bar gets automatically hyped when they see zane dj-ing playing one of his new songs. the bar distracted and hackle and wren watching from the back. hackle taking a shot and as the lights strobe and the music blares there’s a moment between zane and wren. eye contact- it was so pure and real. it’s like the world stopped moving and everything was in slow motion besides them. zane breaks the eye contact and the trance wren was in breaks. wren scoffs and decides he needs to get drunk.

he walks fast-ly to the bar counter and orders 3 shots, downing them all quickly, then orders a drink he watches zane from a distance again, no eye contact this time but he sees zane and another girl eyeing each other. he’s pissed. he’s getting jealous. he downs 2 random shots on the counter and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he’s getting sick to his stomach. not from the alcohol but from zane eyeing another girl. he felt his anger rising and rushed to the bathroom to try and cool off, running water on his face and looking in the mirror. gaining his composure, he walks back out to the bar and sees zane’s not dj-ing anymore and hackle took over. walking up to the dj stand he talks loudly over the music

“where’s zane?”

hackle just shrugs and goes back to dj-ing. sighing, wren nervously and quickly looks around the bar. then going outside to see zane on the phone. mad again and raising his voice. what could he be so mad about? he stays at the door, too far away to hear what zane’s saying. he yells something before hanging up and sitting on the curb. pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. wren deciding wether or not to join him but then saying ‘fuck it’ and walking over to him

wren doesn’t say anything at first, he doesn’t sit down either since he’s still sore. then he decides to speak

“everything okay?” wren asks.

“no.” zane takes a long drag from the cigarette before continuing.

“me and Sophia broke up again”

“i’m so done with her”

wren doesn’t say anything. he’s played this game before. they always find their way back.

“really?” wren asks

zane just nods and takes another drag from his cigarette before handing it to wren, wren taking a drag. they’re both buzzed but wren is drunker than zane. zane stands up suddenly, touching wrens back

“let’s go get drunk” zane says despite them already being buzzed

wren just nods and they sit at the bar and order shots, downing multiple at a time when the girl that zane was practically eye fucking earlier orders a shot right next to him. zane turns around and she starts starting a conversation, flirting with him. wrens anger starts rising as he gets a tighter grip on his shot glass. she is playfully flirting with zane and touching him in a flirty manner. wren is death glaring her but she doesn’t seem to notice.

the problem with this girl is that she’s basically wren but a girl. same big brown doe eyes, same hair color, same way of words and she bites her lip the same way he does. he is livid he orders another shot. needing to get lost in the alcohol.

after being ignored for a good 5 minutes he decides to leave. he can’t handle it anymore. he tells hackle he’s leaving and drunkenly gets a uber back to the bus. crying out the window in the uber. thinking how bad of an idea and how dumb he is to catch feelings for his best friend. he feels so dumb and worthless. he knew it could never happen so why was he getting so jealous and angry?

he stumbles on the bus and opens the door, yelling and kicking a few boxes that were laying around. then collapsing on the couch and sobbing. he couldn’t handle this.

a few hours later zane comes stumbling in, being loud and throwing his new rocks off and collapsing on the couch almost on the floor. waking wren up.

“zane? what the fuck.”

“wr-“

“holy shit you’re drunk”

“i’m s- sorry” zane says and opens a water. trying to get a little sober

“about what.” wren says sharply

“its only ever been-“ zane’s voice shakes

“what.?” wren says

“its only ever been you wren! fuck.

wren freezes.

“when i was talking to that girl i felt nothing, NOTHING!. she only caught my eye cause she resembles you. and with sophia i- i never liked her. she was just a cover up cause i- i couldn’t let everyone know how i really felt” zane starts to cry

wrens body goes numb.

“i love you so much that my body goes literally weak just imagining time away from you. i-“

“shut the fuck up” wrens says before cutting him off by kissing him, a drunk make out session was needed for both of them.

zane moves his kisses to wrens neck and starts to suck and give him hickeys, making wren moan and bite his lip. they start making their way to the bed , shutting the door behind them zane gets on the bed and takes his jacket off. wren climbs on top of him and starts licking from the top of his boxers all the way to his neck.

“you taste amazing” wren whispers in zane’s ear

zane let’s wren take over. he’s still a little drunk and is loving being submissive. as they look at each other face to face wrens necklace dangles over zane’s face. zane bites it.

wren smirks and wraps his hands around zanes neck. biting down on his shoulder while he dry humps zane.

zanes hands go to wrens lower back. digging his nails into his skin, making him wince and even more horny.

“you dirty whore” wren chuckles and hits him. making zane’s lip bleed then sucking the blood from his lip. zane enjoying every second of it. wren then biting his neck and making more hickeys, trailing his body down and giving him a hickey right above his boxer waistband. making zane grab a handful of wrens hair. wren stops for a second

“promise me one thing” wren says

zane gives a “?” face

“this is real.” wren says with a serious face

“baby.” zane holds wrens face in his hands, zane’s rings feeling nice on his face. “this is real” he says with a nod. and that was it, that was the moment wren knew to not doubt this ever again.

| PART 5 |

they both giggle and kiss again, zane’s fingers sliding up and down wrens torso. tracing circles and up and down lines, sending shivers through wrens body. but all this breaks when zane gets a call. mid kiss and breaking the sexual and romantic moment between them. wren- still on top of zane stays quiet while zane picks up the phone and puts a finger over his mouth in a “stay quiet” way. wren tries to makeout what the person on the other line is saying, as if it very mumbled and quiet. zane gives a mad expression and runs a hand over his face.

“mhm yep.” zane says before hanging up and groaning before tossing his phone aside.

“what happened” wren says with a chuckle

“we have to go pick up hackle” zane replies, sounding annoyed but also in a humorous tone

wren moves to the edge of the bed and sits at the end of it. zane gets up and puts his jacket on, wren- rubbing the back of his neck and looking down. zane walks over to wren and stands infront of of him, wren still sitting on the bed. he lifts wrens chin up with his finger. wren- guiding his eyes up as zane moves his chin and looking him up and noticing his still hard dick in his jeans, then looking at his abs and then his face.

“we’re not done here” zane says. a sort of dominance in his tone.

wren bites his lip and nods.

zane pulls wrens bottom lip down with his thumb before doing the triangle trick on him, looking at both of his eyes and then his lips before turning away and grabbing the keys. wren let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

zane opens the driver door and gets in, lighting up a cigarette as wren gets in the passenger seat. wren clears his throat before speaking

“drunk driving?”

“i’m not drunk, and it’s not like i haven’t done this before” zane gives him a reassuring look.

zane starts the car and passes the cigarette to wren. wren taking a long drag and exhaling it out the window. zane starts driving and wren places a hand on zane’s thigh. zane jumping a little at the action.

🎵 “whiplash” by 2hollis starts to play on zane’s bluetooth. wren turning it up and leaning back. his hand gliding higher up on zane’s thigh. wrens hands start getting dangerously high. zane’s breath hitches as they stop a red light, zane lifting his hips up and starting to un do his belt. wren puts a hand on his stomach.

“i got it” wren says

zane nods with the cigarette in his mouth. putting his hands back on the steering wheel and letting wren take over. wren un does his belt and looks up at zane. zane nodding and wren pulls his pants down and the top of his boxers down. zane sitting down and starting to give him a blowjob while driving. the second wren puts his warm mouth around zane’s dick the light turns green. also causing zane to speed. he puts a hand on wrens head and pushes it down, with the cigarette in the same hand

“wren holy f-“

wren shuts him up by tightening his lips around his dick, making zane see starts but still keep his composure. wren grips the seat abs just let’s zane’s big dick fill his mouth. zane’s leg starting to shake- wren notices and rubs it.

as they pull up to another red light zane throws his head back and his hips start lifting. wren forcefully pushing them back down. wren bites down. making zane whine in a whimper

“i’m close” zane whines

“you’re doing so good baby” zane adds.

wren looks up and sees zane’s eyes rolling back. he sees that as a sign to go harder. he picks up the pace.

“i’m g-“

zane releases his hot cum into wrens mouth. he looked down to see wren devouring that shit like it was the last meal he would ever have. he loved that wren was a swallower. he rubbed wrens hair as he swallowed. praising him.

“so good”

“you’re amazing”

“baby”

wren sits up. a saliva string coming from wrens lips to zane’s dick. him making eye contact as he licks his lips and opens his mouth to show he swallowed and zane touches his bottom lip.

“good boy” zane says with a lip bite

wren taps zane’s hips signaling him to lift so he can pull his boxers and jeans up. as he does his belt wren starts speaking.

“i had a dream last night, dream i said i love you for the first time” they both go silent.

“hope it’s alright” he says after, this time in a lower tone of voice and looking down into his lap.

zane just nods and smiles.

“i love that.” he says, caressing wrens leg but still keeping his eyes on the road.

wren nods and lays his head in zane’s lap. zane plays with his hair and lips. (yes he touches his lips and plays with them).

as they pull up to the bar they both sit in silence for a minute before zane turns the key out of the car. “let’s go” he says with a smile, both of them get out and head inside. looking for hackle.

| PART 6 |

they both walk in at the same time- wren slipping through the back, zane pushing in through the front as the bass rattles the walls.

the shouts overlap, sharp and annoyed.

wren storms through the bathrooms, shoving open doors, scowling when he finds nothing but empty stalls and a cracked mirror. he turns, already pissed, and heads back out.

zane’s scanning the dance floor, jaw tight, eyes moving fast. Then he freezes.

corner booth. hackle.

drink in hand.

and a dog.?

before zane can react, wren spots him too. their eyes meet across the room. immediate friction, the kind that never really goes away, and they both head over at the same time.

“what the f-“

“where the hell did you get a dog”

wren and zane say with chuckles.

hackle squints up at them, clearly drunk, grin crooked, words slow. “hey… there you are.” he lifts the glass like a toast and sloshes some of it onto the floor. “this guy’s name is… uh… something.”

the dog licks Hackle’s chin.

wren pinches the bridge of his nose. “you’re wasted.”

zane scoffs. “shit. We leave you alone for an hour and you’re adopting animals.”

zane steps forward. “sit down before you fall.”

zane and wren share a look and sigh.

hackle blinks between them, amused and oblivious. “whoa. tension. you guys gonna kiss or kill each other?”

wren reaches out instinctively to steady him, then stops himself when zane does the same. their hands brush. never pulling back

“unreal,” zane mutters.

wren grabs hackles arm. “we’re leaving. now.”

zane starts the car and starts driving back to the bus.

the car is quiet now, save for the low hum of the engine and hackle’s soft snoring from the backseat. wren’s fingers are still lightly tangled with zane’s, their hands resting in the space between them. the weight of it is simple but enough to make wren’s chest tighten in a way he’s used to. it feels comfortable.

he glances over at zane, and for the first time in a while, he doesn’t feel the usual knot in his stomach. there’s no uncertainty, no tension, just a quiet calm. zane’s looking back at him, eyes soft, a little amused, but there’s something else there, too. something more.

wren takes a breath, then gives zane’s hand a gentle squeeze, watching the way zane’s thumb brushes over his knuckles. it’s easy. *too* easy.

“you know, hackle’s probably right,” wren says, his voice low, a little playful.

zane chuckles softly, but there’s a warmth in his gaze that makes wren’s heart skip a beat.

“he’s not wrong,” zane says, his voice quieter now. “but i think we’re handling it pretty well.”

wren smiles, the corners of his lips turning up. he leans just a little closer, their shoulders brushing. he can feel the warmth of zane beside him, the pull of it, like it’s the only thing that matters right now. slowly, he moves his hand to cup zane’s, fingers tightening just slightly around his. there’s a moment of quiet, the kind that lingers, and wren’s not sure how it happened, but somehow the distance between them feels like nothing.

he doesn’t pull away. instead, he tilts his head slightly, looking at zane with a soft, knowing smile. zane doesn’t hesitate either. his gaze flickers to wren’s lips, and in that moment, everything falls away. the world outside doesn’t matter anymore. there’s only the space between them, the quiet hum of the car, and the weight of this moment.

wren leans in, slow and steady, giving zane all the space he needs to pull back if he wants to. but zane doesn’t. instead, he closes the gap, and their lips meet. it’s light at first, tentative, like they’re both testing the waters, unsure of how far this will go. but then it deepens, just a little, the kiss more solid, more sure. wren’s hand finds the back of zane’s neck, pulling him closer, not caring about anything except this, this quiet moment of connection.

when they pull back, their foreheads rest together for a beat. the red light shining on the both of them. wren can’t help but smile, his chest full, his heart still racing, but in a way that feels right. he looks at zane, who’s watching him with something soft in his eyes.

and hackle? he’s still asleep, completely unaware, a content snore from the backseat the only sign he’s still around.

wren doesn’t mind. not when he has this.

| PART 7 |

they both get out and open hackles door. tapping him and trying to wake him up.

“hackle. come onnnn let’s gooo”

“wake up”

“good morning sunshine” zane says while tapping his face

wren chuckling.

hackle stirs awake and rubs his face

“huh?”

getting out of the car and stumbling. wren and zane hold him up on either sides of him. he trips a couple of times but they hold him up. as wren unlocks the bus door zane guides him in and to his bunk. wren throwing the keys on a dish and going straight to the main room with the big bed. taking his jacket and shoes off. leaving his rings and other jewelry on. he yawns and changes into blue plaid pajama pants with no shirt. going to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

zane walks in, yawning as he kicks off his new sneakers, tossing them aside. he takes off his jacket, he changes into his black plaid pj pants and a plain black shirt, the fabric soft against his skin.

he heads toward the bathroom, the faint sound of wren brushing his teeth filling the air. zane stops at the door, watching wren in the mirror for a moment. wren doesn’t notice him at first, but when he does, he glances up, offering a small smile.

zane moves past him, his hand brushing lightly against wren’s waist to get by. the cold touch makes wren shiver, a sudden jolt of warmth spreading through his body despite the chill of zane’s fingers. the brief contact feels sharper than it should, and for a second, wren’s breath catches.

he looks in the mirror for a few seconds before getting into bed. zane coming out a few minutes later and getting in right next to him.

“oh hi” wren says playfully

“hi beautiful” zane replies with a smile.

zane and wren lay facing each other. smiling and giggling. wren puts a hand in zane’s hair and plays with his hair, inter twining his hair between his fingers. it all feels so intimate between the two.

they don’t even say anything to each other. just stare at each other and smiling makes them happy. being together in such a warm state and comfortable place that felt like home. wrens fingers lay on zane’s abs.

“goodnight my love” zane says with a smile and a kiss on the forehead

“goodnight baby” wren replies. kissing him on the lips, then making out for a little before pulling the blanket over themselves and fall asleep in each other’s arms. wrens hands in zane’s hair and their bodies pressed against each other.

| PART 8 |

while wren sleeps he starts dreaming. he dreams about a big white house, sunset and vine. him laying on zane in blue jeans and a white tank top. the smell of zane comforting. the sun shining on zane’s face in a perfect light, making his eyes look like rare orbs. zane playing with his hair and sharing a drink on the patio on a bench. the feeling of his fingertips running along his body and tangling in his hair has him all flustered.

zane pauses, fingers still tangled in wren’s hair like he forgot what he was doing. his voice comes out softer than he means it to.

“it’s kind of ridiculous how calm i feel with you here,” he admits. “like my brain finally shuts up. i don’t have to be anything else. i just get to be me… with you.”

“yeah?” wren replies quietly, almost a murmur.

zane nods and takes a drink. running his fingers along wrens temple and kisses his forehead.

wren wakes from his dream. the warm sunset being replaced by the sound of zane’s voice on the phone. he rubs his eyes awake as he listens in on the conversation.

“yeah, yeah, we’re all on. just hurry i need to get out of here” zane says with a sigh.

he mutters some other words like “yeah” and “mhm” before hanging up.

wren stirring awake and rubbing his eyes.

“who’s that?”

“the bus driver, we’re driving back home today finally”

wren nods with a chuckle and lays back down.

wren falls back asleep and zane goes to hackles bunk, waking him and letting him know they’re taking off soon.

*LATER*

on the way back, zane and hackle are playing games on the tv, shouting and just being loud. wren still sleeping through all of this.

there’s about 2.5 hours left on the road and both zane and hackle start to get hungry. and the bus needs gas anyway, so they stop at the closest gas station and both throw on shoes

“i’ll meet you in there” zane says to hackle.

zane makes his way to the back of the bus where wren is sleeping. he turns the light on and pulls the blanket off him, tapping him.

“wrennnnnn” zane says

wren wakes up, looking around and blinking slowly.

“huh?”

“we’re at the gas station. like 2 and a half more hours on the road” zane informs.

wren nods and turns the other way, implying he’s going back to sleep.

“come onnnn”

zane pulls wren out of bed. then kissing him against the wall.

“you awake now?” zane says with a smirk and walks out.

wren just stands there all giggly and blushy, putting shoes and a shirt on and heading into the gas station and finding zane and hackle deciding on which redbull flavor to get.

“dude get coconut”

“coconut tastes radioactive” hackle replies with a chuckle

wren walks up to them with a bag of chips in his hand and they both look down and laugh.

wren confused. “the fuck are yall laughing at”

“nice shoes” hackle says

wren looks down and sees he has 2 different shoes on. he was distracted by being flustered from a kiss that he put on 2 different shoes.

“shit” wren says with a laugh.

“okay whatever but don’t be hating on coconut” wren says- grabbing a coconut redbull

“see?” zane says in agreement

*BACK ON THE ROAD*

| PART 9 |

note: sorry for the long wait it’s been awhile i KNOW 🫩

on the road it’s quiet mostly, hackle asleep and zane too. wren awake playing mario kart on the tv. trying his best to be quiet with zane asleep on the same couch. zane’s feet resting against wrens thigh and wren occasionally caressing his leg. or just admiring him while he’s asleep. how is he so cute even when he’s asleep? practically driving wren inane still, in his sleep.

zanes phone gets a text. he’s still asleep and doesn’t notice it but wren does. wren is super curious and takes a peek at the screen, he can’t see so he shifts slightly forward and sees who it’s from. he freezes. the notification reads:

“paula: text message”

paula!!?? why would paula be texting him if they’ve been broken up for years and haven’t spoken since?? wren sat back in confusion and curiosity with his hands in his lap, picking at his nails, a bad habit he has. he wants to get this off his mind but with 2 hours still till they’re home and everyone asleep what was he gonna do? he had officially called it off with sophia, thankfully, not long ago and was paula wanting to start over with him?? he wonderd and paced the room back and forth a few times just wondering what the text could say and what zane’s gonna say back. he has this mindset that he doesn’t care but oh god he cares. he cares so much it’s driving him crazy.

“fuck” he whispers.

he walks to the bus bed and takes his shirt off. getting a flashback of zane doing it for him. sighing, he laid back with a mind full of overthinking and again, curiosity. he stared at the ceiling and remembered how much zane and paula were in love and the slight jealousy wren felt for her. them sneaking off together, her wearing his clothes. her tattoo dedicated to his song bleed a river.. any little thing he wished it could’ve been him instead. that was back then, when his feelings weren’t as extreme as they are now. sure he had feelings but now things felt different. they are different. zane had finally done something to him that he had hoped for all these years. sure the blowjob in high school was fucking amazing but he had now felt that zane had feelings too. or at least that was the idea he had in his head. he had to of, right? zane isn’t just toying with him and the feeling is mutual.. wren gets lost in this train of thought for a while before finally turning to the side and shutting the light off.

wren had a rude awakening 2 hours later when they arrived back in town. the duffel bag hit his hip making him groan. rubbing his eyes he saw hackle at the end of his bed.

“get all your stuff, we got an uber arriving in 5.” hackle says, walking out.

wren groans again and looks at the time: 7:38. wow it really had been 2 hours and they’re finally back home. he got out of bed and moved the curtain aside to look out the window. seeing that they’re at some random gas station and figuring the ubers probably going to zane’s house. stretching, he picked up some clothes off the floor and only heard 1 set of footsteps. from hackle. he opened the door and saw hackle picking up some trash and other stuff laying around the bus. it being freezing due to the door being wide open. no sight of zane though.

wren didn’t think anything of it, maybe he was in the bathroom or inside the gas station maybe? wren threw a hoodie and jeans on, along with a beanie and boots. he gathered all his stuff and set it on the couch and asking hackle

“where did zane go, do you know?”

“he’s outside, on the phone or something” hackle replied.

that’s when it hit wren.

was he on the phone with paula?? oh god what could they be talking about or planning-

“ubers here” hackle said, rolling his suitcase out.

wren nervously carried his duffle bag out, he sees hackle loading the ubers trunk with their bags and suitcases. then he sees zane. around the corner from the bus, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other- up to his ear. on the phone. he keeps walking but looking at zane. he sees zane…smiling and laughing?? that makes him all dazed and dizzy. not paying attention, he bumps into hackle.

“shit, sorry” wren says. clearing his throat and quickly loading his stuff in the uber and getting in, hackle gets in too after a minute, sitting in the front. wren in the back. zane puts out his cigarette and gets in the back seat with a slight smile on his face.

“hey” wren says

“oh, hi” zane replies, dryly even.

wren gets all pissed at this. this little interaction. putting his headphones on and looking out the window. zane just scrolling on his phone and hackle directing the uber to zane’s house. the ride wasn’t very long and not a lot of tension. wren just wanted it to be over.

but what did he want to be over? all of this, or the car ride?

zane might act like everything that has happened didn’t happen and there will be no strings attached. he was too tired to process these thoughts at this time. they would probably all sleep once they get to zane’s anyway.

wren asleep, zane on the other side looking up from his phone after a while to look at him, something had hit him. he didn’t know what. he had this sudden urge to just hold him but that fantasy breaks when he gets another text from Paula.

“we still on for tonight?” Paula • now

zane’s thumbs hover over the keyboard as he thinks of a response. he wanted to see her but deep down he knows that it’s a distraction from wren. zane didn’t know if he was ready to accept the fact that he had fallen for his bestfriend and well, had sex with him. that one moment he shared with wren had been better than any other time that he had with any other ex. the deeper connection and bond. he looks over at wren, asleep with his wired headphones in, one had fallen out. his soft pink lips, his soft brown hair. zane leaned over a bit to inhale his scent. zane had always loved wrens scent. it had been special to him always. comforting to him. there was a moment of silence in zane’s mind before he responded.

“no. change of plans, sorry” sent • now

zane shut his phone and set it in his lap, he knew he didn’t have plans but he couldn’t bare to leave wren to go see paula.

as they pulled up to zane’s house and came to a stop hackle got out first. zane tipping the driver and also getting out, wren still asleep in the back. hackle and zane get all of their stuff out of the trunk and take it inside

“wren still asleep in the uber?” hackle asks with a chuckle

“uh, yeah” zane smiles and looks down.

“i’ll go get him”

zane opens wrens car door and touches him gently

“wren, we’re here”

wren stays asleep.

“come on wren, get up” zane says, shaking him lightly

wren wakes up and looks around confused, noticing they’re at zanes house then seeing zane’s happy face smiling above him.

“oh hey dude” wren says, smiling and grabbing his stuff

“come on” zane says

zane helps wren out of the car as the door shuts behind them, zane’s arm around wrens shoulders, wren all flustered, keeping his head down to hide it.

hackle inside already asleep on the couch, he was awake the whole ride after all. inside, zane didn’t drop his hands immediately. he keeps them lingering on wrens shoulders as wren drops his things by the door.

“i’m gonna uh- i’m gonna go back to sleep” wren says.

he still doesn’t know where him and zane stand. all of that thinking in the car was just setting him over the edge.

“yeah, okay.” zane replies, looking down and around

wren nods and makes his way to the spare room. plopping down and resting his eyes, not falling asleep yet.

zane is feeling the same way. he goes outside in the backyard to take a smoke, sitting down on the chairs out there and just thinking. contemplating..everything. he sits on the back porch, the cold october air hitting his face. he opens his camera roll and scrolls back. all the way to high school looking back at all of the old memories with wren. gosh he had loved him before he even knew it. this had been such a huge thing for him ever since high school. he remembers the day gay marriage was legalized. he was in high school, the mini crush he had on his best friend how he was secretly so happy that if they ever turned into anything their marriage would be legal. any slightly romantic or intimate reaction caused him to just imagine their future in a flash. he remembers how when wren left the mound for college just how depressed he was. making music as a distraction from everything.

finishing the cigarette, flicking it off and stepping on it, he knows he can’t take this anymore. he quickly rushes back inside and creeps into wrens room. he turns the lamp on and shakes wren slightly.

“wr-wren!”

“wren- wake up”

“hm..”

wren woke up bleary eyed and groggy, not in the best state, seeing zane he immediately fixed his bed head and rubbed the back of his neck

“oh..hey” wren says with a morning voice despite it being 5:30 at night

“lets go, i’ll meet you in the car in 5”

before wren could reply zane was already leaving the room.

confused but willing to do whatever he says, wren threw a hoodie and shoes on, spraying some cologne, especially on his neck

he heads out the front door and sees zane, already in the car. the drive was silent other than casual throat clearing and coughs, their finger tips touching just at the slightest, both of them noticed and didn’t say anything. metoforic for their whole fucking “friendship”.

they arrived. wren realized where they were. they are at the bridge where wren had given sane his first blowjob back in high school. those memories flooding back so quickly in his mind.

“i- i rember this place” wren uttered

zane just nods, getting out and shutting the door behind him. wren doing the same. they walk along the bridge and rest their hands on the rail, looking down at the river below them.

the bridge was almost empty, just the two of them and the sound of cars passing somewhere far away. the sky was bleeding into orange and pink, the kind of sunset that made everything feel like it was ending and beginning at the same time.

zane leaned against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers. the tip glowed when he inhaled, then dimmed again, like it was breathing with him.

wren stood a few inches away. close enough to hear him breathe. too far to touch.

they hadn’t said much since they got there.

they never did, when it mattered.

zane exhaled slowly, watching the smoke disappear into the air. his shoulders rose and fell like something heavy lived inside his chest.

wren watched his hands. the way they trembled slightly. the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw like he was holding something back.

“why’d you bring me here?” wren asked.

zane swallowed.

he’d rehearsed this. a hundred times. in the shower. in bed at 2 a.m. staring at the ceiling. he’d had speeches, perfect words, things that sounded brave.

but now they were gone.

“because…” his voice cracked, and he stopped.

zane turned to look at him.

that was worse.

wren’s eyes were already glassy.

“because i don’t think i can keep pretending anymore.”

wrens expression shifted. just slightly.

“what do you mean?”

wren let out a shaky breath. his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“i mean i’m so tired, wren” his voice broke open. “i’m tired of standing next to you and not being allowed to..”

he stopped himself. pressed his lips together.

zane stared at him. the cigarette burned down between his fingers, forgotten.

“not being allowed to what?”

wren laughed, but it came out wrong. wet.

“not being allowed to love you.”

the words hung there.

zane froze.

wren’s tears spilled over, sudden and unstoppable, like once they started they couldn’t stop.

“i tried not to,” he said. “i swear to god, i tried so hard. i told myself it was just a phase, or i was confused, or i just… cared about you too much. but it never went away.”

his voice got smaller.

“it just got worse.”

zane’s chest rose and fell faster now.

wren wiped his face angrily.

“i hate it,” he whispered. “i hate how every time you smile at me it feels like something is breaking. i hate how i notice everything about you. i hate how you’re the first person i want to tell things to. i hate how you ruin everything else because nothing ever feels as good as just… standing here with you.”

zane’s cigarette slipped from his fingers. he didn’t notice.

“i know you don’t feel the same,” zane said quickly, his voice folding in on itself. “i know that. i know i’m just your friend. i know i’m not supposed to..”

“zane.”

his name was barely a breath.

zane stopped.

he was crying.

he wasn’t sobbing. it was quieter than that. tears just falling, steady and helpless, like he’d been holding them in for years.

“you think i don’t?” wren said.

his voice was wrecked.

zane stared at him.

he pressed a hand to his chest.

“i can’t- w- with..”

zane stopped. wren looking at him puzzled

“with how much i love you.” zane finished saying.

the world went silent.

wren’s face crumpled.

zane stepped closer, slowly, like he was afraid wren might disappear.

“i’ve loved you for so long,” zane said. “i just thought… if i said it out loud, i’d lose you. and i couldn’t survive that. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

his voice cracked hard on the last word.

“i was so scared.”

wren let out a broken sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“you idiot,” he whispered.

zane nodded, crying harder now. “i know.”

they stood there, inches apart, both shaking.

all the years of silence between them. all the almosts. all the swallowed words.

wren reached out first.

his fingers grabbed the front of zane’s shirt, clutching it like he needed it to stay alive.

“i thought i was alone,” wren said.

zane shook his head, pressing his forehead against wren’s.

“you never were.”

they both cried then. not pretty. not graceful. just human.

the sun slipped lower behind them, and the sky burned gold.

and for the first time, neither of them pretended it didn’t mean everything.

their foreheads stayed pressed together.

neither of them moved.

wren could feel zane’s breath on his lips, uneven, warm, real. he’d imagined this so many times, but the reality of it was almost unbearable. it wasn’t perfect. they were both crying too hard. both shaking. both terrified.

“say it again,” wren whispered.

zane let out a weak, broken laugh. “i love you.”

wren’s face folded in on itself. a sound left him that he didn’t recognize, something pulled from somewhere deep in his chest.

“again,” he said, more desperate this time.

“i love you,” zane said, his voice cracking in the middle.

wren grabbed his shirt tighter, like he was afraid the words might disappear if he didn’t hold on.

“again.”

zane cried harder. “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

wren kissed him.

it wasn’t graceful. their teeth knocked. they were both still crying, their mouths trembling, their breathing uneven. but it was them. it was years of silence finally breaking open.

zane made a small sound against his mouth, something fragile and relieved and shattered all at once, and his hands came up to hold wren’s face like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to. a feeling of whiplash rushed through both of their bodies as their tears touched along with their lips.

wren pulled him closer, kissing him like he was trying to make up for every moment they’d lost. like he was afraid if he stopped, the world would reset and take this back.

when they finally separated, they didn’t go far.

their noses brushed. their lips still touched when they breathed.

zane wiped under wren’s eye with his thumb. “you’re real,” he whispered.

wren let out a tearful laugh. “so are you.”

zane smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing wren had ever seen. not because it was perfect, but because it wasn’t hiding anymore.

the cigarette still burned on the ground beside them.

zane looked at it for a second.

then he stepped on it.

not dramatically. not like it meant everything.

just like it didn’t matter anymore.

he looked back at wren.

“what happens now?” zane asked.

wren stared at him.

he didn’t have an answer. not a good one. not something clean and safe.

so he told the truth.

“i don’t know.”

zane nodded.

and somehow, that didn’t feel like the end of the world.

their hands found each other. fingers slipping together slowly, carefully, like they were learning something new.

like they were learning each other.

wren squeezed his hand.

zane squeezed back.

the sun was almost gone now. the sky fading softer, darker.

but neither of them let go.

i honestly really loved it, it had like a chill somewhat vibe and I could actually show it to my mom without her yelling at me 🥹🥹🥹

i don't play about dyer lane

LIKE WHAT R WE TALKING ABOUT 😭💔😭💔