A\N: Sorry for the length (no pun intended) also, don't read this if you are under 18 or if you are Rivers Cuomo. This story is also a birthday present for Esther. I hope she enjoys this! And, if you're not Esther, I hope you enjoy it too!

Rivers, you have been warned. Turn back now.

"Turn, Zack! Now!" Darren yelled at me, it didn't seem possible but I could practically hear him smiling over the phone. Trevor was snickering in the background. "Down there is where you'll find it…"

I rolled my eyes. Today was my 21st birthday, and my brother and Trevor had taken me down to Hollywood, California for celebration. We had spent the day at various attractions and even the opening for the movie "Someday, This Pain Will Be useful to You". We had just gotten out of a gay bar, and Trevor and Darren said they had a present for me. After dropping them off at our hotel, they ordered me to follow the directions they gave to me over the phone. It was around midnight and there was not much traffic. Along with the nightfall came crime, prostitutes, and gangs. I wasn't very comfortable with it.

"Santa Monica Boulevard, is that the correct street?" I asked, looking on the street corners and noticing, aroused, the men in tight clothing which were standing there.

Trevor and Darren, on speakerphone, burst out laughing. Trevor responded, "Yeah, that's the street."

I was getting quite agitated. I hated not knowing things. This was a surprise and it shouldn't have counted, but it did. "Okay, where's the present?"

"The corner of Santa Monica and Roxbury," said Trevor, "Right there on the sidewalk. Gosh, Zack, you'll love it."

I parked in the empty parking lot of the Laundromat which sat on that corner, and looked at the sidewalk and noticed three men standing there. "Guys, there's uh, people on the sidewalk. You know, like…prostitutes."

"Yep," choked out Darren in between laughter. "I know."

My face dropped. "Darren…" I stammered, "Trevor…" I listened as the just continued laughing at me. "Jesus Christ, there's no way I'm gonna fuck one of them! Are you guys crazy?"

"Zack," said Darren once he regained his breath, "We already paid for them!"

I scoffed, "ALL of them? Fuck!"

"No, no, no! Just one, and you get to choose. And we got you some of the only ones who aren't trannies!"

I exhaled sharply through my teeth. "Yeah, like that's gonna make me feel a billion times better.

Darren sighed, "We got you the whole package, man. Not just a BJ, but an entire fuck, in its entirety! Aren't you happy?"

"HAPPY?" I screamed, "I not happy, I'm fucking-"

"Zack!" Trevor interrupted. "You know that band you like? Weezer?"

I sighed, and put my head in my hand. "I know of them." That was something I liked to say instead of 'They're fucking amazing'.

"Well, remember when that guy offered them like, twelve million dollars to break up? And they took the money and all retired?"

I gulped. "Yeah," I said.

That band, my favorite, had done that right after their album, "Green Album". It had broke my heart that they would do such a thing, but whatever; it wasn't my choice, or money. They hadn't come out with an album since 2001, and they had fallen off of the face of the planet for those 11 years after their departure.

I hadn't heard of them since the incident. I had Googled them and nothing came up. No "Where Are They Now?" episode. No paparazzi photos of them with beer guts and beards. No pictures in US magazine of them breaking up with their wives. Absolutely nothing.

"Well, guess what?" asked Trevor.

He didn't say anything after that, and I realized the question was, aggravatingly, not hypothetical, so I was forced to respond. "What."

"That's them," said Trevor. "Those four guys, that's them."

I scowled, "There's only three of them."

"Well…one of them might have someone they are, uh, working on. Just go ahead and talk to them! You'll recognize 'em!"

"Fine," I said. "For the record, if I contract AIDS or gonorrhea or herpes, I'm blaming you."

Darren and Trevor laughed in reply.

"By the way, fuck both of you, you losers, I hate you." I hung up, cutting off their smug laughter with the click of my cell phone closing.

I sat there in my rental car for a while, and by turning off my headlights I caught the attention of the three men, who turned around and started walking towards me. I cussed, then realized there was no point in hiding in my car, and that they have seen me and I had no choice other than to talk to them. I got out of the car and started walking towards them.

For some reason, I was nervous. I didn't know if I was nervous because they were (possibly) Weezer, because this was my first time with a prostitute, or because it was feasible I might show up with syphilis sometime in the near future.

"Hey, sexy," said one of the dark figures. "You here to have the time of your life?"

I gulped. "Uh…"

"Yo, Brian," said a different one, and I realized: Brian is one of the guys from Weezer. "This guy is the one who was pre-paid for. Wolf, or something."

"Mm," said the first one. "What a hot name. I'm gonna make you howl like a wolf, baby, once I'm through with you."

They approached me, in the beam of the streetlight, and I saw who they were. Brian Bell. Scott Shriner. Rivers Cuomo.

Scott was wearing a red plaid tie on his bare, muscular chest, and it matched the tattoos on his arms. He had leather overalls on and, when I looked him over, I could tell he had no underwear on, for I could see the bulge in his pants. His hair was all over the place, and it had fiery red highlights in it. His blue eyes seemed to glow at me in the street lights.

Brian…Christ, Brian was fucking HOT. He was wearing taut, blue leather pants and no shirt. His chest was tight and well-built. His wavy black hair barely brushed his shoulders and he had a trimmed scruff of a beard that was only barely noticeable. His eyes were squinted at me and he had a small smirk on his face which aroused my greatly.

Rivers had black glasses on (horn-rimmed, his trademark) which pressed up to his dark brown, almost black eyes. He was wearing a tight, light blue wife beater t-shirt and I could see some of his brown chest hair peeking through the top. His hair was cut short just like I remember. He had tight black skinny jeans on, and there was a generous bulge in his pants, too.

"Are you that guy?" Asked Brian, his eyebrow rising slightly. "If you are, then, we're lucky."

"Lucky?" I asked, and gulped again. "Lucky how?"

Scott licked his lips. "Most of the guys we get here are old and smelly. You," Scott stepped forward and pressed his nose to my shoulder. He pulled away and said, smiling, "You smell like flowers."

I cleared my throat. "Uh…my friend said there was four of you."

Brian nodded, eying my lower half. "Yeah, that's Patrick…he has a trick with him right now. Some kid. Smelly and ugly. Double whammy."

"Damn," said Scott, "That blows. At least the guy paid well."

Brian scoffed, "Shit yeah! One fifty for just a suck off."

Scott whistled in reply.

I sniffled, "Uh, excuse me, but what's a trick?"

Brian rolled his eyes at me, and I was slightly offended but I guess that's what their attitudes were. They're bitches. "A client. You know, a guy who wants to get fucked."

"Oh." That's all I said.

Brian reached out and grabbed my hair. "You have nice hair," he said. "I want to run my tongue all through it…"

This didn't make much sense to me. But it aroused me just as well. I looked at Rivers, and noticed he hadn't said anything through the whole time. "Hi," I said, trying hard not to remind myself how stupid it was to say that.

Rivers said, "Hey. What's up?" He seemed to say it out of instinct.

"Rivers, shut the fuck up," snapped Brian, flashing him a death glare.

Rivers made a face at Brian once he turned back around, and that face amused me. Just the crooked way he set his mouth and slit eyes with that anger laced in them…it was cute.

I looked away from Rivers and to Brian. "What… am I supposed to do?"

"Well," Brian continued, still playing with my hair. He leaned closer to me, pressing his body to mine. He grinded his hips against mine and a huge rush of heat surged through me. I felt my jeans tighten at the zipper. "You get to pick one of us, and then we go to a shitty hotel and do it. Damn," he breathed into my ear, "You're hot."

This sent shivers down my spine. My length ached against my jeans, yearning to get out, getting hotter by the second. "Oh, God…"

"Come on," said Brian, sucking on my neck. My eyes fluttered shut and I threw my head back, allowing him to have more room to do his work. "Who's it gonna be?"

"God," I repeated, feeling dizzy. All the blood in my head was rushing down to my privates. "Oh, Jesus…"

Brian snickered against my neck, "Those guys aren't one of the options." Suddenly, Brian's nose was in my ear and he bit on it once, lightly, which coaxed a small grunt out of me. "Psst," Brian whispered, "Scott, the guy with the tattoos, has Chlamydia…you might not wanna pick him…" He breathed into my ear once more, tickling me, and then went back to my neck.

I opened my eyes. I looked at Scott, who was standing there, arms crossed, with a smirk on his face. Muscles ripped from his colorful arms, and his tie lay inanimately on his rigid chest. Rivers stood there too, looking me in the eyes, his eyebrows furrowed behind his black shades. Brian was still sucking on me, and it felt very good, and he smelled thickly of cherries.

"I want Rivers," I said, breathing heavily from the gut. Brian was amazing, but I couldn't help my feelings towards Cuomo. I'd go out of my mind. I said again, mindlessly, "I-…mmh, I want Rivers."

Brian pulled away from me, and looked at me even though I was looking up at the black sky. "My name is Brian," he said.

"I know," I said. I looked down and at Rivers, who had a fuck-you-I'm-better-than-you look on his face. Scott was giving him a dirty look.

I snuck a peek at Brian, and my eyes locked with his. His teeth were bared and it looked like he was going to growl at me like some animal. Then he became calm, and stepped away from me. "Alright," he said, sighing, "But we're splitting the cash into thirds."

Rivers didn't say anything, just walked to me. I led him to the rental car, rubbing the spit off of my neck on the way. I looked at him as I pulled out of the lot, and he was giving Brian and Scott the finger.

"Turn right to Motel 6," he said as I drove, "That's the place. Two street lights from here."

I didn't say anything. I was nervous again. Rivers Cuomo, sitting in my car, I thought to myself, Look at where he is now, after all the albums and the money he made, he's on a street corner. I briefly considered asking Rivers what happened, but he started talking.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"Huh?" I asked even though I heard him. Before he would repeat himself, I said awkwardly, "No, I haven't. It's a birthday present."

In my peripheral vision, I saw him smile. I didn't know if it was at me or with me. "That's cute." He took a breath. "When was the last time you got laid?"

I sniffled. "About eight months ago…" I realized how pathetic this sounded, so I added, "Well, not like I can't get any. I go to sex addiction therapy, and my counselor says it would be good for me to lay off from it for a while."

"Sex addict?" he huffed, "That's hot."

I rolled my eyes, pulling into the parking lot of the Motel 6. "Yeah, hot. Totally." After Rivers shrugged, I asked, "When was the last time you got some? Yesterday?"

Rivers put his mouth sideways again. "The last time was three weeks ago. It was fucked up, that time. I was sucking off this old guy and he kicked me out."

I found a spot, and put the car into park and sat there, listening to Rivers. For some reason, his story interested me. "How come?"

Rivers sighed and said, "Well, he tasted like sweat and dirt and piss all at the same time. So I spit him out and threw up all over his car. He didn't even pay me. I haven't had a good time here since. You know, I can't love my business if I can't get a trick."

I said nothing in reply. Rivers got out of the car and I followed him to the room. He must have lived in this hotel, because he had a room card in his pocket which he opened the door with.

We went inside. This was a strange experience, yet it was so nice, to see someone like this. It was nice to have something stiff between my legs (though it was gone by now) and know that I wasn't the one who had to take care of it.

I sat on the bed and he sat next to me. "You seem a little weirded out," he said.

"Um, I'm not…I guess…"

"Yeah, you are." I noticed Rivers staring at me with his finger on his lip, looking like he was thinking a lot. "I don't want to force you to do anything, now."

"Good," I said, looking down. I looked up again though, and Rivers was still looking at me, and my heart was racing, and just seeing his lips made everything bad go away.

"Enough with the small talk," he said. "Let's ball."

I looked up, and bit my tongue. "Uh, what?" I asked.

Rivers scooted over, licking his lips. I was getting ready, placing my glasses on the side of the bed so they were out the way. He smiled and took his off as well, revealing beautiful dark eyes which warmed my heart.

As he leaned in, I closed my eyes. His hand came up to my face and I felt his warmth as he leaned towards me. His lips placed on mine, and his tongue slipped through my lips.

Savoring each moment, we started to massage our tongues together. All the wetness was building up and it was making me want it more and more. I grabbed his hand as it was touching my face, trying to pull at it so I seemed like I wanted him to go further. He got on top of me, laying me down on the bed, kissing me gently.

Our kiss broke apart, as he leaned up to take off his shirt. His body was perfect, no flaws whatsoever.

The urge was flowing in. I had to do this, just to see what it was like, just to say that I gave it a shot. I really didn't have any other excuses. And as he sat upon me, my cock rose up again, and for some reason I felt extremely ashamed, so I slid around uncomfortably under him.

He leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Let me fix that for you."

I rose up to take off my shirt. Rivers got off of me, and started to unbutton and unzip my jeans. Knowing that I wasn't wearing any underwear the time, I knew my cock would just pop out, and sure enough it did.

"Whoa," he breathed, "That's a huge cock." He said in the most sexual tone, which turned me on even more.

"Say it again," I begged him, teeth bared. "Say it."

"Cock?" he asked, smirking, with his eyebrows raised.

I bit my bottom lip. "One more time."

"Can I please lick your huge cock?"

I nodded yes, and as he went down, he grabbed my rock hard length and started to stroke it. He spit on it a little for some lubrication. I wanted him to take me all in, deep throat me, I didn't care. I just wanted to feel him, wanted to feel something.

Noticing that he was about to take me all in, I leaned back, and just started to close my eyes. I've never really had this much pleasure before from a blowjob, and really he hadn't even started to suck me off yet.

"You ready babe?" he asked.

"Mmm…" I was biting my lip, not really wanting to say anything.

He grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it some more. He placed my cock inside his mouth, and started to lick the head. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head.

I started to thrust my hips upward, literally fucking his mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. I stopped for a second, feeling him as he was humming with his tongue all over my cock. I felt my head touch the back of his throat, and suddenly he took me out of his mouth.

He was breathing in and out, wanting some air. "Oh baby," he said, "You like fucking my hot wet mouth?"

I opened my eyes. "Mhm." I saw him lick his lips; a little white stuff was on his chin. "You-…you got a little something right there," I pointed to my own chin as an example. I didn't feel like I had come already, so I was confused on where that came from.

"Pre-cum, Zacky," Rivers said, wiping it off, "And you taste so good." He sat on the bed next to me, rubbing his bare shoulder. "What do you want me to do now? Give your hole a lickin'? You know, I don't really bother with the taste of a teat, either."

I shook my head. "No way, man. That's too weird." I paused, only for a second. "Can you just fuck me now?" I asked. "Fuck me hard, with your long cock, please." I was saying this about him and he hadn't even taken his pants off yet. I liked his behind, however.

He folded his hands in his lap. "It's like you're begging," he pointed out.

I sat up, realizing we had to talk and he wasn't just going to go straight to the job. "I don't care. I'm aching for you."

"Is your hole aching for my cock?" he asked.

"Mhm…fuck me. Make me your whore." I felt so weird saying that. I usually don't say that kind of stuff when I'm in bed. Normally, I don't say anything at all. But this situation wasn't anything normal.

He giggled a little, and I lay back again on the bed. I looked over, seeing as he was taking off his pants, and then his underwear. And I was right; his long, hot cock was out of his jeans, and I knew he was going to fuck me. It was only the third time in my life that I was to have someone on top of me, and hopefully I was going to enjoy it.

Rivers got on top of me as he was stroking himself. He spat on his hands for more lubrication. His cock was right outside of me, and I was hungry for it. "Fuck me. Now?" I asked, with my ass wide.

Rivers took his finger, and started to suck on it. I looked at him strangely, wondering what he was doing. Answering my confusion, Rivers jammed his finger deep inside of me.

I gripped the bed, pain surging through me. More pain than pleasure. And now the thought of it, this was literally going to be hard.

"Shh," he calmed me, "Just to see. And holy fuck, you're tight."

"Rivers, I uh...don't know..." I hated, absolutely HATED being on bottom. It hurt too much.

"Come on babe. You fucked my mouth; I know I can fuck your sweet tight ass."

I sighed. I knew this was it. A zillion thoughts were running through my head, and I knew he wanted to fuck me good. "Okay."

Rivers started to rub the head of his cock on my hole, just teasing me a little, just getting me prepared. "You ready?"

I nodded yes, and I held in some breaths.

Rivers stuck himself into me, slowly and gently, and I breathed in staggered breaths. The pain was unbearable, but at the same time, it felt amazing.

He was all the way in me, and as he was starting to go out again, I started to rub my own length for more pleasure. "Oh, my God..." I was moaning, licking my lips, wanting him to do more than this. "Fuck me."

As our eyes met, he asked "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I said, with tears in my eyes. "More than okay."

He started to go in and out a little faster, his eyes still set on mine. I was pumping my cock faster and faster, and as our hips were touching, and us grinding on each other, I felt him hit my spot. I couldn't hold in anymore. I felt like I was going to explode. It usually took me longer than this to cum, but this was Rivers Cuomo, for god's sake, and he wasn't usually with me.

"God damn Zack," he mumbled. "You're so tight, it feels like I've gotta cum already."

"Come in me," I said, out of breath. "I want to feel you…all inside me."

As he was fucking me harder and harder, he asked "Are you sure?"

"More than sure. Now…cum for me, baby."

He kept going in and out of me, fucking me harder and harder. My hands were gripping the side of the bed, a little pain was shooting through everywhere, but I didn't care. I started to stroke my cock even harder. I wanted to cum with him.

He was slamming into me, and he rose up, his eyes closed, moaning like the whore he was. "Oh Christ...I'm cumming."

He definitely didn't need to tell me that. I felt his liquid shooting all through me, and that sent me over the edge. I was cumming too, all over my head.

Rivers stopped, and collapsed on top of me. He was out of breath, and we were both sweating like crazy. "Well, is that what you expected that happen, birthday boy?" He asked out of nowhere.

I didn't say anything. In pain, I scooted myself up to the front of the bed and huddled under the covers. I caught my breath. "Are you gonna leave?" I asked, hugging the crummy bed sheets. "Is it okay if I stay here a while, just lay here and sleep?"

Rivers didn't respond. Instead, he went under the covers next to me. I wrapped my arm around him, and he snuggled into my chest. "Is it okay if I stay here with you?"

I sighed contentedly. "That would be nice." There was a long while of silence, just us lying there, all warm under the sheets. I thought he had fallen asleep, but he shifted a little in my grasp, closer to me, so I spoke to him. "Why did you take the money?"

"What money?" he asked, tiredly. I had this feeling he knew what I was talking about.

I bit my lip, and then said, "With Weezer. You guys took the money and bolted."

There was a bit of silence, then he said. "I don't want to talk about that."

I shrugged and said, "Okay."

There was another long while of silence. I was dozing off. As soon as I was about to slip into unconsciousness, Rivers spoke again. "It wasn't my idea to take it. It was Brian's and Scott's. They decided on it, not me."

"How come?" I asked, pawing at my eyes with my free hand.

Rivers exhaled. "They were on drugs. They had been in the prostitution business before and they came off of crack for the band but…they started doing it again right before Green Album. We were totally broke. They used all of their money so they took my money and Pat's money. The opportunity arose for all those millions and they signed the papers without even asking me." He took a staggered breath and then started running his fingers up and down my chest. "Pat and I had to stick with them, they were our buddies, you know? The twelve million ran out in only three years. Spent on crack, fancy crack pipes, all that. So we had nowhere to turn. Brian and Scott knew what we could do to get the money back quickly. We were only gonna do it for six months, but months turned into years and look where we are now: still on the street."

"You're not happy, are you?" I asked.

He sighed. "Not really."

I kissed the top of his head. "It's gonna be okay, Rivers."

He didn't say anything after that. I just listened to him breathe. It sounded pretty strange, but I liked it. It was nice to have someone in my arms, who I could just hold and they didn't care about the sweat and the cum on the bed. But he's used to it, I thought. He doesn't take this as seriously as you. You'll never see this guy again after tonight, so don't get yourself worked up.

I said something just to get that damn voice out of my head. "Do you usually do this?"

"Do what?" he whispered, just loud enough that I could hear him.

I looked down at him, at the top of his head. "Stay afterwards and lay with your, uh, tricks." I took my free hand and played with the hairs on his chest.

He breathed into my side, and I loved how warm it was. "I know that you don't care, but I want you to know that you're different. I usually don't speak to my tricks like this after we do it. I usually kick them out. But you…you're special. I don't know why. You're cool."

I dug my nose into his hair. "You're cool, too."

"I like this."

I sniffled. "Like what?"

"I don't know," he shrugged in my grasp, still running his cold fingers up and down my bare, sweaty chest. "I like you."

I smiled into his wet hair, sniffing it and smelling, strangely, roses. "I like you, too."

"You know what?"

I hummed happily. "What?"

"We should do this again some time. For free."