Chapter 9
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel to | Sweet Redemption
Summary: The days leading up to the big `I do'.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A thousand thanks to my sweet friend Kristina Grönberg for the title.
Spoilers: None
He woke up curled against Kate on the bed with a blanket over him. She was lying there holding him gently and reading a magazine. Her fingers played in the tuft of cowlick at the nape of Brian's neck. Brian loved being touched there. She still wore her pretty green velvet dress and he stroked the soft fabric unconsciously with his fingertips as he slowly woke up.
When he stirred, she looked at him with a little smile. "Hey, cutie," she said. "You've been out for two hours."
Brian stretched and rolled onto his back, reaching for the sore spot on his belly. The hotel physician had come up to check him out and decided Brian was not much worse for the wear. He would have a dark bruise but there was no continued internal bleeding. The doctor gave him a tablet that he said was Valium and then he left. Brian conked out exactly seven minutes after taking the pill and had stayed out until that moment.
Sometime after the doctor had left, Brian changed into jeans and a t- shirt. As was his custom, he left the top two buttons of his jeans undone and the soft hem of the t-shirt tickled the hairs on his lower belly. "What the hell did that doctor give me?" he said, rubbing his forehead. His mouth was dry and his limbs felt very heavy.
"Valium. That's what he told you, anyway." Kate set the magazine aside and reached for a glass of water on the night table. "Here," she said. "Sit up and drink this."
Brian had to really force himself to sit upright and he groaned with every inch of the process. "Jesus," he said. "I feel like I'm made out of concrete. Where's Mikey?"
"He went back to his room a little while ago," Kate told him. "He said he'd look in you later." She glanced at her watch. "It's only a little after ten, sweetie. Do you want me to order you something to eat?"
The last thing Brian wanted to do was eat. He frowned and shook his head, slowly bringing the glass of water to his lips to drink. It took a great deal of effort, but he managed to get down a few sips before the whole thing became too much damned trouble. He sighed and gave the glass back to Kate.
"Food?" she offered again.
"No, thanks. It'll ruin this very . . . interesting buzz." He rubbed his eyes and yawned, slipping his fingers through his hair. His scalp tingled deliciously, making his nipples hard. "Whoa," he said with a little smile. "Whatever it is, it sure as shit ain't Valium. Valium never made my nipples hard before." He ran his hand over his chest, brushing the sensitive nubs of flesh through his shirt. It felt wonderful and he let out a little sigh of pleasure.
Kate grinned. "Would you and your nipples like to be alone?"
Brian chuckled before he even thought about doing it. Whatever that doctor gave him, he was having a really good time with it. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be masturbating in front of you."
"Feel free, darlin'," she teased. "You won't hear me complain." She ruffled his hair gently as she stood up and stretched and Brian's skin tingled from the brief contact. "All right, then. If you don't need me anymore, I'm going to go find my husband."
"Where is he?"
"He knows these people staying in the penthouse here so he went up to hang with them. I'm just going to have to entice him to come hang with me." She wiggled her lean hips and gave him an impish, over-the- shoulder wink. "So, it's just you and me?" he said playfully. "We're alone in here?"
"Yeah . . ." Kate lifted her eyebrows. "Wanna start a rumor?" Brian laughed again, the sound of it almost strange to his own ear. He didn't really feel like laughing, he just DID. After the short burst of mirth passed, he sighed and lay back down on his back. "What I want is . . ." he trailed off, thinking better of finishing.
Kate gave his knee a gentle squeeze. "I know, bunny. Try not to think about it."
Brian looked down at her, enjoying the way the blankets pressed against his back underneath him. Damn, that drug was fun. "When do they leave tomorrow?"
"Their flight isn't until mid-day, but Bri . . ." Kate looked at him imploringly. "Sugar, just leave it. Let Stuey go."
Brian's imagination seemed to have wings of its own at that moment. Without being consciously aware of it, he was suddenly immersed in the most detailed fantasy of Stuart licking his body everywhere. Brian closed his eyes and sighed, the soft naughty images playing on the back of his eyelids like a dirty movie.
"Okaaaaay," Kate drawled to regain his attention. "If you're sure you don't want any food, then I'm going to go. Are you all right?"
He looked at her again and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for letting me sleep on you. Your tits are small but they make a really nice pillow."
She smacked his leg and laughed. "Asshole. My tits are FABulous. Call me if you need anything, okay? I've got my cell in case we're away from the hotel."
"Okay. See ya." He waved to her with a limp hand as she gathered her handbag from out of a chair in the corner. After she'd left the room, he had another thought and called her back. "Kate?"
She stuck her head in. "Yes?"
"I love your dress," he said. "Did I tell you that?"
Kate smiled at him sweetly. "You did tell me, Bri. Thanks. Get some rest. I'll see ya later." She blew him a kiss and then he heard her go out the door of his suite.
Feeling instantly alone and not liking it one bit, Brian dragged himself up off the bed and went for a piss. The drug the doctor gave him made him shiver as he emptied his bladder. He actually had to moan a little he was so sensitive. He made a point to find out what the drug really was before he left the hotel. This was a high Brian wanted to repeat.
He splashed water on his face and lifted his t-shirt to look at the burgeoning bruise on his belly. Frowning, he noted that the grayish blue and red mark was in the clear shape of a fist with darker spots where Kurtz's knuckles hit. It was placed a bit to the left of his diaphragm over the ribs. He poked it gingerly, biting his lip as the tenderness pierced him. He knew he was lucky that his ribs weren't broken. Christ, why did the fucking bashers always have to go for the ribs?
He flipped off the light and went out to the sitting room. Bored, he grabbed the remote and turned on the television, sitting on the couch among the nicely upholstered pillows. Glancing at the phone on the table beside him, Brian got an idea. Not a good or admirable idea, but an idea nonetheless. He muted the television and picked up the phone.
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Debbie:
She came home on a break between the lunch and dinner shift at the diner and the phone started to ring as soon as she put the key in the door. Debbie hurried across the livingroom to the phone on the kitchen wall and grabbed it.
"Hello?" she said, cheerful but out of breath.
The line crackled and then a familiar scratchy voice said "Deb?"
Upon recognizing Brian's voice, Debbie's heart started racing. "Oh my God, Brian--what's wrong? What's happened to Michael? Is he in jail at Scotland Yard?!"
"No," he said, laughing softly. "Mikey's fine. He's in his room sleeping as far as I know."
She sighed and walked over to the kitchen table to sit down. The phone cord wound out across the linoleum as she plopped into a vinyl covered chair. "Christ, Brian. You little shit! You scared the life outta me. Why are you calling then? Isn't your big party tonight?"
Brian was silent for so long that she thought he might not have heard her. "Brian?"
"Yeah. It was tonight. It's over already," he said, his voice a bit stilted. "It was a cocktail thing."
"Oh. Well, was it nice? Did they blow sunshine up your ass about the campaign?"
"It was nice. Well, except this one asshole that I had to send to the hospital."
"What?? What happened?" She furrowed her brow and glared at the phone in her hand. That goddamned Brian Kinney was always stepping in something. "Was my son involved?"
A shadow appeared on the porch and then Justin walked through the still open front door. He nodded to Debbie as he slid his school bag off his shoulder and dumped it on the couch. His tie was already undone and the rest of his school uniform looked like it had been in a ball in his locker all day. He walked into the kitchen and went straight to the fridge, taking out the jug of cranberry juice she'd only just bought.
"I got in a fight," Brian said. "Mikey was my hero, actually."
"You mean he had to defend YOU in a fist fight?" Debbie said, that furrow in her brow getting deeper. "Who did you piss off?"
"Some homophobic German that completely deserved it. Listen Deb, Michael's fine. He didn't get hurt or anything. It was just a dumb fight. The other guy is bad off, but we're okay."
Debbie sighed. "All right, then. I'll ask you again. Why are you calling, Brian? I know it's not because you missed MY sweet voice."
Justin turned around when she said Brian's name and they looked at each other.
Once again, her son's best friend was quiet for a long time and Debbie thought their connection might have been broken.
"Bri--"
"Is Justin around?" he said softly.
Debbie looked away from the boy when she answered, lowering her voice a little. "He just got home from school," she said impatiently. "He's having a snack."
"Can I talk to him?"
She hesitated then looked back up at Justin. He was leaning against the counter with his glass of juice in his hand and his eyebrows lifted expectantly. A tiny smirk tugged his pink lips.
Debbie sighed. "God. Hang on." She held the phone away from her mouth and spoke to the boy. "It's Brian for you," she told him. "You probably wanna take it upstairs."
Justin grinned and headed for the staircase, a little extra bounce in his already spry step. Once he got up to Michael's old room, Debbie heard him shut the door and knew he would pick up the extension momentarily. While she was still on the line alone with Brian, she said "listen, you. I don't approve of this. You're just jerking the kid's chain. It's unkind."
"I just want to say hi, Deb," Brian said. "I'll wait `til I come home to jerk his chain."
Before she could retort, Justin picked up the extension.
"Hello?" the young man said. "Brian?"
"Hey," she heard him say, noting how the quality of his voice became sandier and deeper. He'd slipped seamlessly into seduction mode. Debbie let out a long reluctant breath and hung up the kitchen extension.
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Justin:
His heart was hammering in his chest as he lay down on the bed with the phone pressed to his ear. Brian sounded so far away but Justin could still hear him breathing. He loved that sound.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "You sound a little slow."
"I got in a fight earlier so the hotel doctor gave me a sedative of some kind," Brian told him.
"You got in a fight?" Justin said, suddenly concerned. "Who with? What happened? Are you hurt?"
Brian snickered. "You're full of questions tonight."
"I've seen you when you're provoked," Justin replied softly. "You have a bad temper."
"Whatever. I'm fine. It was no big deal. But I got hit in the gut and it hurts a little. The doctor gave me something that he said was Valium, but . . . it's way too much fun to be Valium. It's really . . ." he sighed and the sound rippled through Justin's senses like a vibration. "I feel like I want to . . ."
"Beat off?" Justin suggested playfully.
Brian snickered again. "You're so perceptive for such a young boy."
"I figured it had to be something like that," he said. "You only call me when you want me to make you come. And since you're all the way in London right now, phone sex is pretty much our only option." Justin glanced over at his computer on the desk. "Or, I guess we could get into a chat room and type dirty words to each other. That'll cost less."
"No," Brian purred and the purr echoed on the line, giving the sound more depth and resonance. "This is good. This is what I want. I want to hear you breathe when I get you hard . . ."
"Then listen to me breath right now," Justin said, looking over at the door to make sure it was closed. Once he felt certain Deb wouldn't disturb him, he unzipped the fly of his school uniform trousers and pushed down his briefs to expose his stiffening cock. He was trying not to indicate with his tone how unbelievably thrilled he was that Brian had called him. The more he acted almost bored and like it was no biggie, the more likely Brian would be to repeat it.
"You're so easy," Brian said. "Doesn't take any more than a light breeze to get you off."
"Then blow on me . . ." Justin sighed into the phone, adopting his deepest, most sensual tone. He closed his eyes and thought of that gorgeous, completely irresistible and totally maddening man lying naked on a bed somewhere in a posh London hotel. Brian . . . his Brian . . . purring down that long distance line with his big, thick cock in his hand, just listening to Justin breathe.
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Stuart:
"Hold on to the window," Vince panted in his ear. He gripped the windowsill and held on, letting his head back against his lover's shoulder.
The window was open onto the crisp, wet London night. A thick fog crept along the streets and curled against the hotel walls as he stood facing down over the main walkway into Claridge's lobby. The cold air was bracing on his naked, sweating body and he shivered deliciously as Vince's teeth grazed against his neck.
He was full and wonderfully stretched with his lover's cock and he groaned deep in his throat from the combination of the sex and the primal exposure of the open window. As people walked in and out of the hotel five floors below, Vince's fingers teased his cock and held his balls in a possessive grasp. Against his ear Vince's voice penetrated him in a broken whisper.
"You are so beautiful," he rasped. "God, you are so fucking beautiful . . ." He rammed his steel-hard cock into Stuart's body repeatedly, emitting naked, guttural moans of which he seemed unaware. His fingers dug into the flesh of Stuart's hips and pulled him back to meet his thrusts over and over again.
Stuart's moans became a long, breathless whine as the first splash of his orgasm rippled through his body. He felt Vince's arms come around his waist and pull him close, the angle of his hips tilting and dipping to accommodate the slight change of position. He rubbed Stuart's cock in hard, pulling strokes, gently pinching the swollen head with his fingers. Stuart rolled his hips in that figure-8 motion they both so enjoyed and then they were off. They shouted their pleasure sounds out the window as they both came, shuddering against each other and trying to press as close together as possible.
As the deep spasms ebbed away, Vince dug his teeth into the flesh of Stuart's neck again and growled into his ear. No words, just deep, gravelly tones that spoke of ownership and desperate need. Stuart felt the small blood vessels breaking under his lover's bite and he sighed. He loved it when Vince left marks.
"Make it big . . ." Stuart breathed, the cool air blowing in from the window making his exposed nipples tingle. "I want a visible love bite for the wedding . . . one that really lasts . . ." He laughed softly, still slightly breathless from coming. "Something that says `property of Vincent Tyler'."
Vince reached down and rubbed the insides of Stuart's thighs with his fingers, tickling them gently like he always did after an orgasm. The tickling prolonged the wonderful sexual pleasure and Stuart loved it. He giggled and wiggled backward, rubbing against Vince's spent cock that was still inside him.
"Christ," Stuart said. "You are such a fanTAstic shag."
Vince laughed low in his throat, still biting the flesh of his lover's neck. His fingers moved up Stuart's body and back to his buttocks where they grabbed the smooth flesh firmly. He sucked hard on the love bite and Stuart winced from the intensity.
"Come away from the window now," Vince said, carefully easing his cock out and turning Stuart to face him. He held the brunette's face lovingly between his palms and then he lifted Stuart's chin until he had to arch his back to accommodate the stretch. Vince kissed his exposed throat softly and then he licked it, circling his tongue around and around one soft spot of flesh just below Stuart's jaw. When the bite came, Stuart moaned and held onto Vince's hips for support.
"I'll bite you all over your body," Vince murmured. "I'll leave marks on you everywhere if that's what it takes . . ."
They had done this before, this frantic, pawing lovemaking after a particularly intense relationship experience. It seemed to be their way of moving things along. Sighing into that new suctioning pleasure, Stuart felt a bit lightheaded. They had been shagging ever since they finished dinner and he was starting to feel the fatigue in his bones. He held on tighter, taking a step backward for more balance.
Vince stopped his sucking for a moment and took Stuart's hand. "Come to the bed and lie down."
He did as he was told and laid down on his back on the bed. Vince climbed on top of him, once again going for that soft spot under his jaw. He sucked it hungrily as he reached up Stuart's outstretched arms with his hands. Locking their fingers together, Vince spoke softly to him.
"Are you sure you're mine now, my pretty little lad?" he asked.
"So . . . very . . . sure . . ." Stuart wrapped his legs around Vince's waist and closed his eyes.
"I don't have to keep you tied to the bed at home, then?" Vince teased.
"Not unless you're tied up there with me." Stuart laughed softly, turning to look in Vince's eyes in the faintly lit bedroom of their suite. "Are you sure you want to marry me? I'm such a twat."
"Yeah," Vince said, laughing. "You are. But I can't resist you, can I? I'm mad for you."
"Mmm . . . all right, then. No more discussion about it, yeah? We're getting married, we're going all the way and that's it."
Vince looked at him, his animalistic playfulness moving aside for a more serious expression. "Are you sure you don't love Brian too much?"
Stuart offered a cheeky smirk. "Brian who?"
Vince laughed, shaking his head. "It's just that I don't want to--"
Stuart kissed him, silencing whatever was coming next. "What you want," he said against the kiss. "Is to bite me and fuck me and squeeze my flesh with your fingers until we both fall asleep. You want to keep having this hard, possessive sex with me all night until you make yourself believe what I say." He looked directly into those beautiful blue eyes again and held Vince's gaze. "So do it, Vince. Make all this rough love to me until you can't move anymore. But believe what I say. I love you and belong to you. Gladly, happily, willingly and with my entire soul. Like it or not, mate, you're stuck with me." He kissed Vince again before he could say anything more and his forceful insistence was rewarded with the soft stirring of his lover's cock.
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Brian:
Whatever that drug was, it was agreeing with him in every possible way. Brian's cock never felt harder and he couldn't recall the last time he leaked so much pre-come when he was masturbating. As he lay there sprawled on the couch in his sitting room at Claridge's, he felt like a horny teenager. And, as luck would have it, he HAD a horny teenager on the phone. One that was completely in love with him, to boot. Talking to someone who was head over heels for him seemed like a really good idea that night.
"Tell me what you're doing, Justin . . ." he whispered into the phone, trying hard not to be reminded of all those fantastic erotic phone conversations with Stuart and Vince.
The boy sighed on the other end of the line. "I'm rubbing my dick up and down, making it hard. It's so hot in my hand, Brian . . . all that blood pumping through it . . ."
The kid was good at this. He grinned at the graphic description and asked Justin to continue.
"The head is so sensitive," the boy said. " . . . it's all tingly and wet . . . mmmmm . . . it feels so good to touch it with my fingers . . . have you ever wished you could suck your own dick?" he said a bit playfully.
"I can suck my own dick," Brian said, playing back. "I just prefer to have someone else suck it."
"You prefer to have ME suck it," Justin said possessively. "And I love to do that for you . . . your cock tastes so good, Brian . . . I love the way it fills my mouth . . ."
"You're very good at sucking dick, I'll give you that. You were an excellent student." Brian toyed with his tight balls as he listened to Justin's breathing pattern change with his arousal. He closed his eyes and waited for the boy to continue.
"Well, maybe you'll let me watch you suck your own dick sometime?" he said. "Except I would probably drop dead from how much that would turn me on."
"I don't want you to die," Brian said. "I probably shouldn't show you."
Justin giggled. "You can't do it, you're totally lying."
"I guess you'll never know, will you." Brian felt himself smiling and it felt good. Well, it felt better than that raw, numbing emptiness he was feeling before. Once again, he tried to block out the image of Stuart's face, the taste of his skin and the satiny burn of his plum-colored lips. A pang shot through his gut and he wasn't sure if it was from the wound or from the thoughts of Stuart. Either way, it hurt badly for a moment and then it ebbed away. "Justin?"
"Hmmm . . ?"
"Keep talking, baby. What are you doing now? Tell me how it feels."
"I'm taking my pants off so I can spread my legs really wide . . ." Justin said. "I still have my underwear on, though. I'm playing with my dick and balls through the cotton . . ."
"Can you see the head under the waistband?" Brian asked, his hand slowly massaging his erection. He didn't want to come yet, he just wanted to enjoy the increase in sensation the drug was giving him. Every little touch felt amazingly good.
"It's poking out, yeah . . . all slick and swollen . . . I've got my fingertip in the slit and I'm kind of scratching it back and forth . . . ohhhh . . . it's so sensitive . . . I love it when you lick me in there, Brian . . . I love to watch your tongue flick all around my cockhead . . ."
Brian moaned as the memory of the last time he actually did suck Justin's cock came back to him. They were at Babylon and the two of them had been dancing for hours. As was always the case when they danced together, dancing led to grinding and grinding led to kissing and kissing led to groping. Both of them were sweaty and horny from making out so they'd slipped into the backroom for a quickie. Brian had pressed the boy against the wall below the stairs and had just gone down on him like a hungry wolf. He loved to make Justin come. His youth was a massive booster to any normal orgasms he had and he always quivered and groaned when he came. His reactions worked on Brian's tenuous ego like a tonic.
"I love the way it feels when you get hard when we're dancing . . ." Justin went on, clearly drawing on the same memory Brian was having. It had been a very hot night. "It feels like a prize or something," he murmured. "Like . . . if I kiss you the right way and look at you the right way and . . . say the right things . . . I win your arousal . . ."
"You don't always get to take it home, though," Brian said, still being playful and knowing Justin would understand his tone. The kid knew him very well.
"Yeah," Justin said, not missing a beat. "You're such an asshole that way . . ."
Brian chuckled. "Justin, I want you to tell me something."
"Anything."
"What's the most erotic thing I've ever done to you?"
Justin sighed as he thought about his answer. "Um . . . God, Brian, I don't know. I love it all."
"What turned you on more than anything?" Brian knew what he would say, but he figured he'd have to wait while Justin sorted through their ever-expanding erotic repertoire. This kid was the only person with whom Brian ever had such a history. All his other lovers came and went in one night--if they stayed that long. But this young man . . . there was something about him that brought Brian back to him over and over again. Something about the way he looked at Brain. Something about the things he said.
"That time . . ." Justin said breathlessly, the right memory finally coming to him. "God, that one time . . ."
"Yeah . . ? Tell me . . ."
"When you licked me for almost an hour . . . that time you made me lay on the edge of the bed on my stomach and you knelt behind me and just . . . ate my ass forEVER. That was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt, Brian . . . the way you kept fucking me with your tongue and sort of . . . sucking on my pucker . . . oh, man . . . it felt so good when you put your cock in me after that . . . I was soooo ready for you . . . dying for you, in fact. That was the best sex we've had so far . . ."
"Yeah . . ." Brian breathed. "That was fucking excellent . . ."
"You love doing that, don't you? You love rimming."
"I completely love it," he said and then a whole series of images assaulted him at once. His narcotic-induced brain took every detail of those images and ran wild with them, enhancing the textures and sounds and feelings to the point of madness. Stuart fighting him in Kate's guestroom that first time . . . Stuart climbing on him in the tight quarters of the Jeep in Manchester . . . Stuart and Vince rolling on top of each other just the day before . . .
Brian shook his head trying to blow the images out. He opened his eyes and focused on a point on the wall, but his mind's eye had become relentless. No matter where he was actually looking, all he was seeing was Stuart.
"Justin . . ."
"Yeah? What do you want to hear about now?"
"Just . . . keep talking. Tell me anything . . . tell me a dirty story . . ."
"Brian?" the boy asked softly.
"What?"
"Are . . . you okay?"
Brian sighed, scooting down on the couch even more. He rubbed his hard cock with fierce strokes, then trying to bring on the orgasm. "Let's just . . . keep talking, okay? Tell me something filthy, Justin. You're good at this phone sex thing . . . go with it."
After a moment's hesitation, Justin sighed and started talking again. That time the topic was his favorite masturbation fantasy-- which was entirely about the night Brian took his virginity.
Listening with rapt attention, Brian was only too happy to give the boy his full concentration.
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Michael:
He'd taken Brian's key card with him when he left earlier that night, meaning to go back and check on his friend before he went to bed. Michael slid the card in the slot and opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake Brian if he'd gone to sleep.
The sounds coming from the sitting room alarmed him at first because his mind was focused on Brian being in pain. He heard Brian moaning and sighing and murmuring words he couldn't make out at first. And then Michael realized the noises were pleasure sounds. Sexual pleasure sounds.
The entry hallway was dark and the wedge of light cast along it from the open door did not reach all the way into the sitting room. Almost unconsciously, Michael deduced that he could not be seen from where he stood. He made no shadow to reveal his presence. He walked into the hallway and pushed the door almost all the way closed, holding it by the knob to keep it from clicking shut. He already wishing he'd just turned around and gone back to his room. This was a bad idea. But Michael couldn't help himself.
Pressing his back against the wall, he held his breath and listened to Brian speaking in low, guttural tones to someone on the telephone. Now that he was in the room, Michael was able to discern Brian's mumbled words.
"I want you to put your fingers up inside now . . ." he was saying. "That's it . . . tell me how it feels, baby . . . two fingers . . . rub them around and open up your hole just like I do . . ."
Michael bit his lip and cringed, but he kept listening. He breathed very shallowly so it wouldn't make any noise, hating himself for not being able to resist this temptation.
"Yeah . . . that's it . . . mmmmm . . . I can feel it . . . how hot and tight you are . . . oh, that's it . . . I love the way you look at me when I'm fucking you . . . oh . . . God . . . it . . . God, I'm going to come . . ."
Michael squeezed his eyes shut and held back a scream as he listened to his best friend gasping and moaning through his orgasm. Michael had dreamed of giving Brian pleasure like that ever since they first met--dreamed of making him moan in that abandoned way. He would never admit it but he craved Brian's touch. He melted when Brian kissed him or gave him a hug or even just brushed against him in that feline, sensual affectionate way of his. For being so tall, Brian Kinney was unbelievable graceful and quick. He moved through space with a light, confident step that Michael had always both envied and adored.
As he stood there in that dark hallway, he let himself savor the soft groans and long breaths coming from the sitting room. He closed his eyes and imagined Brian lying next to him making those sounds. He knew it was wrong and that it would never happen as long as they were best friends, but he couldn't help the strong desire he felt. He could smell Brian's seed in the air of the enclosed room and the scent of it was maddening.
Michael waited while Brian finished his conversation. He listened while he told the caller how good everything felt and how he loved to listen to him moan. Michael frowned when he heard Brian tell the caller they would see each other in a few days. The wave of desire that had washed over him a moment before was instantly replaced with equal amounts of disappointment and disapproval. As soon as Brian hung up, Michael boldly walked into the sitting room, letting go of the doorknob so the door hissed closed behind him.
"I can NOT believe you!" he professed.
Brian blinked in surprise and then he started chuckling. "Mikey, have you been there the whole time?"
"Long enough to hear you having phone sex with them again. Jesus Christ, Brian! They just broke up with you today! Can't you just get over that guy?!! Nobody's THAT great in bed!"
Brian was reclined on the couch, his long lean legs stretched out in front of him. His jeans were open and his seed glistened on his belly and fingers. He stood up slowly and disappeared into the bathroom. Michael heard the water running and then Brian returned, wiping his hands with a towel. As he passed Michael, he tossed the towel into his face playfully.
"You were listening to me jerk off, Mikey," he teased unkindly. "Weren't you?"
"I heard the tail end of it," he said frowning. The towel was slightly damp from the water and from Brian's semen. Michael could smell the soft musk of it on his own face where the towel had hit him. "I can't believe they did that with you again. I guess they can't get over you, either."
"Michael," Brian said sternly as he flopped back down on the couch. "I wasn't talking to them." He grabbed the remote and turned the sound back on the television, apparently having no intention of continuing that conversation.
Tossing the towel onto the couch, Michael scowled at his friend. "So, who was that? Some British phone sex line?"
"No," Brian said simply.
Michael's mind ran over what he had heard of the end of Brian's phone conversation and one thing stood out. He had said he would see the caller in a few days. If it wasn't Stuart, it could only be his little blonde Boy Wonder. Unable to think of anything to say that Brian wouldn't perceive as some sort of jealous rant, Michael rolled his eyes and turned toward the door.
"Obviously you feel fine," he grumbled. "I'll see you in the morning." Michael walked out and let the door close heavily behind him, not bothering to wait for Brian's reply.
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Vince:
In the first light of dawn he found himself sitting in a chair by the window in their suite, a white Claridge's robe wrapped around him for warmth. Stuart slept soundly in the big bed, his deep, even breathing like a soft metronome.
He felt calm for the first time in months and he finally felt free to look forward to the wedding. Before, when they were still dealing with Brian, Vince had never fully let himself feel excited about the ceremony and all the things that went along with it. He had just been going through the motions of planning and waiting things out-- waiting until he got that thunderbolt realization that it was time to put an end to their playful threesome. Brian had very nearly done some serious damage.
Vince watched his lover sleeping as the grayish light slowly brightened in the room. Stuart always looked so innocent when he slept, his dark pink lips slightly parted and his black lashes resting on his smooth cheeks. So beautiful and so vulnerable. And Vince knew that was the truth. Stuart was vulnerable and he relied on Vince with his whole heart. That was what Vince had always wanted and now he felt completely certain he had it.
Vince got up and walked over to the bed, letting the robe fall on the carpet. He crawled under the covers and snuggled against Stuart's back, gently placing his arm around the brunette's lean waist. Stuart stirred when he was touched, sighing in his sleep and conforming his own body to fit snuggly against Vince's.
Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was only 6:40. Their flight left Heathrow at half twelve. Once they got on that plane, Vince knew they would really be leaving Brian behind. He knew that if he could just get Stuart that far without him seeing the handsome American again in the hotel, they would be free.
Closing his eyes, he nuzzled the soft black curls on his lover's neck. He placed a small, protective kiss on the skin there and then he settled down to sleep for a few more hours.
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