frustration

Syn pulled up to the side of the studio and slowly stepped out of his car. He didn't have alot of energy today... and he wasn't sure why, but of course, he tried to make the best of it. He put on his usual happy-go-lucky face as he opened the door and yelled 'morning' to everyone in sight.

Zacky and Matt were sitting on the couch looking at magazines, while Rev and Johnny were watching tv. Syn could tell by the disgruntled look on Matt's face that being late today wasn't his best idea.

"Ok, ok.. so let's get too it," said Syn, as he sat down on the couch with his guitar. All the other guys immediately snapped into work mode, and for the next couple hours, things went smooth as usual.

"Alright guys, I think we've done enough today." said Matt, as he stood up and stretched his long, muscular body.

"Let's get some drinks or something," yawned Johnny, as he, Zacky, and Rev went outside.

Syn started packing up his guitar and Matt was still wandering around the room as people kept leaving and saying goodbye to them both.

Soon, they were the only two left... and there was an awkward silence.

"I get the feeling that you're mad at me." said Syn, as he shot Matt a look.

"Maybe." grunted Matt... as he continued to stare at the paper he had been looking at for the last 10 minutes.

"Well what is it... cuz I was late?!" shrugged Syn. He never understood Matt's moody streaks towards him.

"No.... even tho that was annoying." replied Matt. He sat the paper down and turned to the computer to correct some lyrics.

Syn stood there and eyed him..... what was his deal?! A fight with Matt was the last thing he needed right now.

Matt could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he turned towards Syn... standing up and facing him.

They both just stood there and stared at echother.... they were both pissed off at this point, but neither knew what the other was angry about. It didn't even seem to matter......

Syn sighed and picked up his bag, letting the door slam as he walked out and got in his car, driving back to the house they were all sharing while recording their new record.

Noone was home, luckily, cuz if they had been they would have heard Syn let out a scream. He needed to get some energy out..... just do something to get his mind off his frustration.

He walked downstairs to the garage where all the weight benches had been set up. He laid down and started lifting..... taking deep breaths as he moved the bar up and down. His back started to feel sweaty, so he sat up and pulled off his shirt... then, laid back down and continued to do presses.

He got so into what he was doing that the didn't even notice Matt.. who had been standing in the doorway for a minute or so now... observing him.

He finally stopped and looked up at him....

"You really shouldn't do that without a spotter." said Matt, as he leaned on the door frame.

"I can handle it." replied Syn, in a low growl of a voice.

Matt walked up behind and him held the bar. Syn looked up at him with annoyance.

"Wanna be friends again?!" smirked Syn... with a strong sting of sarcasm.

"Maybe," started Matt. "or maybe I don't wanna see you fuck up and drop this thing on your neck."

"Dammit, dude.. I told you I could handle it, so fuck off." snapped Syn as he sat up and stood up next to the taller man in front of him.

"Chill Brian..." said Matt.. in a dark, serious tone.

All the frustration that Syn had been holding inside of him seemed to let out and he pushed Matt..... knocking him back against the wall. Matt came back at him and shoved him hard enough to slam him into bench, causing Syn to fall back on the ground.

Matt came down on him and they started locking arms and pulling echother every which way they could... before Matt twisted and pinned him to the floor. Syn couldn't move under Matt's force.... so he laid there, with his chest puffing up and down and glared at the bigger man holding him down.

Matt looked down at him, his breath just as ragged and their eyes met.....

Without a word, Matt leaned down and kissed Syn......

Syn froze for a second, before relaxing his mouth and kissing him back. Their lips were hot and frantic... moving over echother with alot of energy and lust.

Finally, Matt pulled away... needing a breath, and they locked eyes again.

"Do it....." snarled Syn... in almost a dare like tone.

Matt's eyes flickered and he let up on his grip, rolling Syn over and pulling down his shorts and boxers....

He pulled his own pants down and forcefully took ahold of Syn's hips, pulling him up to his thighs, without moving at all to help him.

Syn kept his hands firmly on the ground and took a deep breath.. he knew he had just dared the devil...... m.shadows was never one to fuck with.

Matt's cock was hard and he reach down to feel Syn's, he was only half-way there.

"Get hard for me." he commanded, as he started pumping Syn's dick. It seemed to instantly respond to Matt's large rough hands and was soon erect... aching to be touched. Matt knew that and removed his hand... he'd make him suffer as long as he could.

He leaned on Syn.... putting his hard body on his back.... driving Syn crazy with the friction it was causing.... and started hissing in his ear.

"You want this don't you?! ... Say it," Matt sneered.

Syn kept his mouth shut... he'd try to hold out as long as he could.

Matt gripped Syn's cock again and rubbed it slowly... his grip getting tighter each time he went down.... he knew it was getting to him..

"Say it..... all you gotta do is say it..." hissed Matt.

Syn wanted to break and say yes..... but he tried to hold on.... just a little longer....

Frustrated by Syn's resistance, Matt let go of his cock and put his hands back on Syn's hips... slowly pushing his large hard dick into him...

Syn let out a grunt..... Matt was huge and instantly hit the right spot...

He didn't move.... dammit, Matt... move!! Thought Syn. This was torture.

"Say it....." Matt hissed, once again... wanting Syn to break.... he wanted to fuck him as badly as Syn wanted to be fucked.

He pushed in a little more...

Syn moaned..

A little more...

Syn gritted his teeth...

And then.... he moved just a little...

"FUCK ME!!! DAMMIT MATT, FUCK ME!" growled Syn as he finally broke and begged Matt to take him.

Matt started grinding into him... his hips were moving with quick hard jabs and Syn was moaning from all the pain and pleasure that was going thru every inch of his body.

Matt let out hoarse grunts as he kept going into Syn with a steady pace. Syn was cumming at this point..... almost hitting it.... waiting for Matt to just hit that spot again.... just do it....

Matt was almost there himself... and got even more rough as he started to climax violently, his own cum coming out in Syn now.... little bits of it dripping down his leg.

Finally, he made Syn happy and hit his spot again....

Syn let out a long breath as he collasped on the floor, Matt pulled out and laid down beside him...his chest puffing up and down.

They laid there for a few minutes and didn't say word, the garage echoed their breathing.

Syn looked over at Matt who was smiling and he couldn't help but grin himself. "So, what were you mad about?!" he asked.

Matt paused for a minute and looked at the ceiling,

"Nuthin." he grinned.