Power Struggle

Disclaimer: The Canadian Idol series and its competitors are the property of 19e and CTV. This is a work of fanfiction. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended.

------
--- X --- Power Struggle --- X ---
--- by paperbacksniper ---
------

Zack stared at the next competitor, completely bored out of his skull. He blinked and squinted down at the paper in front of him. He needed glasses, but then, he didn't want to look like a complete dork for Christ's sake. He snorted to himself. A complete dork, just like the guy in front of him.

He leaned closer to the paper. The first producer who had seen Shane Wiebe had written 'Great singer, tragically gay.' Zack couldn't agree more.

Shane finally stopped singing and stared hopefully at the judges. He really, really wanted to have the chance to go on. A career in selling frozen perogies was not something he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He had a wife to support, and a singing career would provide more than enough funds for them to raise a family and retire early.

Amidst images of early retirement and grandchildren dancing in his head, Shane finally fell back to earth when Zack cleared his throat. He peered at the snarky judge hopefully, praying that when he spoke, it would be the glittering answer he wanted.

"So," said Zack, reading the paper in front of him. He grinned at the first comment on the sheet, and then added his own. He looked up the sheet again. "What exactly do you do, besides selling perogies?"

Shane grinned and thought about Angela playing the violin while he would play the keyboard. "My wife and I play all over Abbotsford, performing. That kind of thing."

Zack smirked. "What kind of performing?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

Shane gave a little snort and didn't know how to reply. Soon after, the judges handed him a gold ticket, and all references to Zack's sexual innuendo were forgotten.

* * *

"What's the decision of the counsel?" asked Shane, rifling though the song list. The group of four had to practice and perform a group song for the next morning.

"We could always jump off a cliff backwards." suggested Jacob Hoggard. Right now, to the four, that seemed like a great idea. The other members of the group murmured their agreement.

Despite the nervousness of the members, they practiced all night in a bathroom. They'd be going on to the next round for sure. All four.

* * *

Zack stared with disinterest to the performance on stage. He looked at the names on the page in front of him, and began to strike them out. One. By. One. No one would be going on from this group.

The next group appeared on the stage and began performing. Zack peered at them and looked down at his list. He put a checkmark next to Jacob Hoggard's name, and crossed out two others. The final name remaining was Shane Wiebe's. Zack started to cross it out.

Farley leaned over. "Don't cross him out yet, man." He nudged him. "Hear those notes he's belting?"

Zack nodded and listened a bit more. He chewed on his pen a bit and then crossed out Shane's name. Fantastic singer, or not, there were better guys out there.

* * *

Shane and Jacob stood in the corner talking to themselves about what would happen when they were sent back home. Josh and Jason were leaning on each other and joking about their failures. Kalan leaned against a far wall and was mumbling something to Brock.

Brock patted Kalan on the shoulder in a reassuring gesture and sauntered over to Shane and Jacob. "How'd you guys make out?" he asked.

Jacob gave him a thumbs down. Shane blushed at the 'make out' part. "Not that uh... great. I forgot my words."

"Oh my gosh." said Brock, looking very bug-eyed and nervous. "So did Kalan!" and with that being said, he went off to pester another hapless Idol-wannabe.

Shane and Jacob shared a look between them. They were going home.

* * *

"...Ha. Light Christian rock? That's not exactly something you'll be finding in my CD collection." guffawed Zack into his cell phone. He was being interviewed by a local radio station about his stint as a Canadian Idol judge.

"Ha yeah. Sort of like Shane Wiebe last night!" replied one of the interviewers, hoping to receive Zack's stand point of one of the finalists who had made the top 32.

"Shane..." trailed off Zack. The name didn't ring a bell.

"Shane Wiebe - he sang 'Forever Young' last night."

"Oh... Shaaane.... yeah dude. I totally don't remember him." Zack paused, and then... "Sorry Shane."

The interviewers both laughed, and then moved on from the topic of Shane Wiebe to rambling about Ben Mulroney.

"Yeah, he totally makes me want to yak." deadpanned Zack, snickering into the phone.

Once again, Shane was forgotten to more interesting topics.

* * *

"Okay, Zack!" gasped Ben, as he broke the kiss. "We can't do this anymore! You have a wife and family! I have a fiancé!"

"... Cottage."

Ben blinked at him, and ran his fingers through his own hair. "Zack.." he began to protest.

He was silenced with another kiss.

* * *

"Jacob..." whined Shane, pushing the over-exuberant boy away from him, before he could lay a kiss on him. "You know we can't do this! I have a wife! You have a girlfriend!"

"Soon to be fiancé!" Said Jacob grinned as he narrowed the space between him and Shane again.

By the time Shane opened his mouth to speak, Jacob's tongue was thrust inside.

* * *

"Ben... dude... we should... totally... try something... new." Suggested Zack one day, in between violent thrusts and breathless grunts.

Ben moaned in response and collapsed on the mattress in fits of sticky spasms.

Later on, as Ben licked the orange tan off Zack's sweaty chest, he asked him what he meant.

Zack shrugged. "Dude, I'd just really find it hot if there were three of us, and you know, I could watch."

Ben blinked. "Uh... okay. Who did you have in mind?"

Zack grinned in response.

"Shane Wiebe."

* * *

Zack scuffed his way along the sidewalk past the park between his place and Ben's. This would probably be the last time he ever walked back, seeing as how Ben made his feelings very clear as to what he thought of Zack's plan.

He didn't really care though. It would be his tenth 'last walk' past the old park since he and Ben had become involved the year prior, and it still wouldn't be the last time.

No, this time was different, because the object of his daydreams and fantasies, and Ben's anger, was sitting in that same park reading a book, one leg crossed over the other.

Hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, Zack sauntered over to where Shane was sitting, completely oblivious that he was prey to a perverse predator. He giggled at something he had read and flipped the page.

Zack leaned in even more and grinned at the thought of what he was about to do. He stepped a bit closer. Shane flipped another page. Then he leaned in near Shane's ear. Shane looked up and peered across the river before him.

Zack nibbled on the top of Shane's ear. Shane closed his eyes. "You shouldn't sneak up on me like that, Jakey!" He groaned a bit. Zack licked down his neck, and Shane tilted his head to the side to grant better access. Zack licked and nibbled some more, leaving tiny bite marks; trailing down further, and further, and further.

"Hey! Wait!" Shane jumped up and spun around. "You're not Jacob!" He stopped and covered his mouth, a shocked look in his eye. "I mean... you're not Angela!"

Zack went to the front of the bench and propped a leather-boot-covered foot on it. He grinned at Shane. "Neither, dude." He said. "And you liked it just the same."

Then he turned, and leaving Shane standing in confusion, he walked away.

* * *

"I guess I was quite rough on you the other night." grinned Jacob, as he ran his fingers over the bite marks on Shane's neck.

Shane nodded his head and gulped.

"Yeah, uh... maybe next time uh, don't leave so many marks."

Jacob shrugged. "If anyone asks, just tell them a raccoon bit you!"

Shane gave a meek laugh. "HA, yeah, because everyone will believe that." He ran his hand over the marks, remembering the way it had felt when Zack had his mouth there - making them.

Jacob started at Shane with an analyzing gaze, but said nothing.

* * *

This time Shane was pushed up against the brick wall of an alley way. It was becoming a ritual. One of them would arrive at the park, and the other would walk over while making small talk. It was always Zack doing the accosting. Zack was chewing on Shane's collarbone, and Shane was groaning for all he was worth. A button on his shirt was undone, and another, and another. Until Shane's shirt was wide open and Zack was licking down his chest, swirling around a nipple. Stopping to bite a bit, and then traveling to the next one. Down further. Shane was pushing on Zack's head. Lower. Lower. Lower.

Zack grinned and stopped. He stood up and stared at the disheveled boy in front of him. Pointing to Shane's engorged crotch area, he smirked. "I'll leave you so you can take care of that." He started to walk away again. Just like every other time.

It had been weeks though, since the first of many encounters, and Shane was getting tired and frustrated. Sprinting as fast as he could, shirt flapping in the wind, he tackled Zack just as Zack was lighting a cigarette.

Zack fell backwards and landed on his ass in the grass. Shane climbed on top and straddled him.

"You think you're so great, don't you?" demanded Shane, as he started ripping off Zack's shirt buttons, finally succeeding in pulling the entire garment off, and tossing it to the side.

Zack smirked. Shane glared, and undid the latch on Zack's belt. He removed it in record time, it too joining the shit. Zack growled, and pushing back on him, so it was now Shane on his back.

Shrugging into his shirt, Zack grinned. "Dude, don't wear yourself out all in one go." It started to drip rain. "Maybe a nice down pour will cool you off, dude."

It rained a bit harder. For awhile, Zack stood and grinned at Shane's fuming anger. Shane's shirt was now hanging off him, saturated with water. Zack laughed one more time before spinning around and walking off.

Shane eyed Zack's belt and grabbed onto it, and then followed behind from a safe distance.

* * *

Zack unlocked the front door to his apartment, and entered the shelter of his living room. Shivering with the cold, wet clothes clinging to his muscular, tanned body, he stripped down completely and ran for the shower, turning the spray to scaling hot. He jumped into the steam.

Shane, of course, had been following Zack home. He peered in through the window and noticed a pile of clothes by the door, and steam drifting through the house. He tried the door; it was unlocked. Grinning to himself, he entered, and kicked off his shoes.

* * *

Zack dumped a dollop of shampoo into his hand and ran his hand through his hair, massaging the strands into a sudsy mess. He ducked his head under the spray and allowed the scalding hot liquid to wash away the soap.

Humming to himself, Zack turned around and reached for the conditioner, only to have it fall to the bottom of the shower; bending over, he reached for it. In the process, he got slapped with wet leather over his ass.

"Dude!" yelped Zack, as he collapses to his knees. In seconds, he was pushed own and Shane was on top of him, nipping at his ears, his neck, his back.

Zack closed his eyes and groaned. Somewhere along the way, Shane had stripped down, and it was now man skin against man skin. The water and steam was rinsing away layers of sweat as quick as they were being formed.

Shane pressed his hard cock against Zack's ass cheeks in a rubbing motion, and hissed into his ear. "I'm all cooled off, Zackie, and I still wanna fuck!"

Zack opened his eyes and turned to look at Shane, who was lathering up his hard member with soap. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes. Shane pressed down on him again, and Zack turned his head around and gasped as Shane bit into his shoulder. Hard.

"Dude..." Zack groaned, as he bit into his own lip and drew blood.

Shane grinned and positioned himself at Zack's entrance. And with one feral thrust, was sheathed completely in Zack's body. Zack tensed at the intrusion, and then pressed back against Shane. Shane slapped his shoulder and pulled almost all the way out.

"Zack." he hissed, teasing Zack's nipples with his fingers. It was all Zack could do to hold himself up as he let out a gasp.

Moving his hands from Zack's nipples, Shane reached down and latched onto Zack's cock, making sure to rub his finger over the tip. Zack lost his balance, and collapsed in the pooling water.

Shane smirked, and pulling out completely, he finished himself all over Zack's back, and climbed out of the shower. Zack lifted his head and watched Shane dress in the clean clothes that Zack had left out for himself.

"Dude... get back in here." whined Zack, still laying down.

"Uh. No. I think I'll just leave you to finish yourself off."

And with that, Shane was gone, the only reminder of what had just happened being the bubbles still popping inside of Zack's ass.

~fin~