Page 6 (conclusion)
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel to | Kisses Like Wine
Summary: Stuart has a rough talk with his mother and Brian looms on Vince's horizon. Stuart finally gets that spanking he's been waiting for. Brian uses his imagination and reaches into the boys' relationship from all the way across the pond. Brian, Stuart and Vince spend the weekend together. Stuart reflects on the changes in his life and gets prepared for the next phase. Brian takes his leave, but is he gone for good? Meanwhile, back in the shower . . .
Warnings: S&M
Author Notes: Extensive notes, please see story. Archivist Note, story split into two parts for easier loading.
Spoilers: General for both UK and US shows.
As soon as Vince disappeared around the corner to the bedroom, Brian turned to Stuart in the shower and whispered to him.
"He's got to be doing this on purpose just to see if we'll fuck up."
Stuart grinned, letting his head back under the water flow and wetting his hair again. "Maybe," he said nonchalantly. He knew his neck was exposed and he also knew Brian wouldn't be able to resist kissing it.
Right on cue the handsome American nuzzled him right below his Adam's apple and licked the drops of water clinging there. Stuart's nipples hardened and his cock twitched, but it was too soon after coming for him to get erect again. He just wanted the affection and the pleasure of being kissed and touched. And Brian was such a bloody good kisser.
"Wanna be bad?" he purred in Stuart's ear. "I wouldn't mind another spanking . . ."
"Mmmmm . . . I want . . ." He paused to give Brian a deep wet kiss. "I want to get cleaned up and then have something to eat and then go take a nap with Vince."
Brian rolled his eyes. "That's it, huh? No more naughtiness left in you?"
Stuart smiled. "I'll have more after some food and a little rest." He turned toward the water flow and finished rinsing off the soap Brian had stroked all over him. Then he made sure their guest was all clean as well before he shut the water off.
Brian stepped out first and grabbed a towel off the shelf by the stall. Stuart watched him for a moment, taking in the lovely sight of Brian's firm body. His skin was evenly tanned but not too tan . . . he still had that healthy pinkness of youth. His hair looked soft even when it was wet and his smooth ass was terribly inviting as it curved gently toward his long thighs.
Stepping out of the shower, Stuart grabbed a towel of his own and proceeded to dry off beside Brian.
"You've got a fantastic ass," he told the American.
"You've mentioned that before," Brian said. Always the cheek. He grinned at Stuart then leaned forward to kiss him softly. "To tell you the truth, I'm a little self conscious of it."
Raising his eyebrows and chuckling, Stuart said, "I find it hard to believe that you are self-conscious about anything."
"Well, there are a few things." Brian rubbed his hair with the towel, squeezing out the water. "For example, I hate the way my voice sounds on tape. And I hate that you can still see the shadow of my beard even right after I've shaved. I hate that I have to watch what I eat now that I'm . . . older. I hate the crow's feet around my eyes."
"What bloody crow's feet?" Stuart said incredulously. "Come here, let's have a look."
Brian bent close and tilted his face to the overhead light so Stuart could get an unobstructed view of the skin around his eyes.
"You don't have one wrinkle, Brian," Stuart said. "You're imagining things." He went back to drying himself as he walked out to the sink. Glancing at his own reflection in the mirror above the basin, he stopped for a moment and frowned slightly. "I, on the other hand, have serious wrinkles. Bags, even."
"Well, that's because you're an old man," Brian retorted. He grinned and playfully smacked Stuart's ass as he passed him on the way to the bedroom.
Leaning forward, Stuart looked a bit closer at his image in the mirror. His eyes were still nice . . . dark blue and shiny. Skin tone was generally good. He'd always rather liked those little freckles on his nose and cheeks even though no one had ever really mentioned them. Stuart thought they gave him a timeless boyish quality that helped him get away with murder. He still liked his hair. In fact, he was dreadfully vain about it. It was thick and curly and shined with health and he knew he would never lose it as he grew older. All the men in the Jones family died at better than seventy years old with full heads of hair.
Despite all the details still being acceptable, Stuart's face looked older to him. He couldn't figure out what it was, but there was something . . . something coming from inside that made him appear more grown-up than he did the year before. Of course he felt certain it had everything to do with Vince but the process of `growing up' had never left a visible mark on him before. As he contemplated his reflection, he thought about everything that had changed in his life in the last twelve months.
Of his own choice, Stuart had taken on the grave responsibility of having a significant other. He'd brought Vince into his life in the most complete way and he'd managed not to run him off . . . at least not yet. Stuart had grown quite close to his young son and his relationship with Romey had flourished as a result. He'd been promoted twice at work and was making more money than even he knew how to spend. And then there was his fantastic new friendship with Kate Stephani . . . a thing that brought him daily happiness.
All those things were good and made him feel a deep sense of accomplishment, but the one thing that really amazed him about his last year was his relationship with his parents. He'd come out to them and they had accepted him with open arms. Stuart would never have expected that in a million years and he never would have done it if it hadn't been for Vince. He didn't think that he would have told them even if he'd been in a relationship with a different man. No, he felt certain he never would have said a thing. The only reason he'd been honest with his family was out of his deep respect for Vincent Tyler.
Stuart crept to the bathroom door and peered around the corner at the bed. Brian was reclined on the mattress looking through that copy of Nine ½ Weeks next to Vince who was curled up in the comforter and out like a light. He watched them unobserved for a moment, just thinking about the events that surrounded their involvement with Brian Kinney.
Kate was at the heart of many things in Stuart's current life, but this one was the biggest. If it hadn't been for her, they never would have met this man and none of these mad events would have taken place at all. Stuart smiled to himself at how ordinary and calm everything seemed just then, as though every couple in the world had their own personal human sex toy just lounging about their home. Strangely, it felt normal. Seeing Brian there in bed next to his lover just looked and felt right.
Sensing he was being watched, Brian looked up. "Spying?" he whispered.
Stuart gave him a cheeky nod. "Yeah," he said softly. "Figured you'd be trying something sneaky behind my back."
Brian batted his eyes. "You never know, do you?"
Stuart went to the wardrobe and opened it quietly, reaching into the drawers for a pair of sweats. He stepped into them then draped the towel over his shoulders so his wet hair wouldn't drip on his naked back. He looked at Brian and nodded toward the bedroom door.
"Pizza will be here in a minute. Come down and keep me company." He crept out of the room and went down to the lounge where he flopped into the fuzzy white chair.
Brian came down momentarily in a pair of his own sweats, his hair still disarrayed and wet. He looked adorable. Playfully, he dropped to his knees in front of the chair and scooted up until he could lean into Stuart's lap. Brian placed a kiss on Stuart's belly just above his navel.
"I wish we could keep you," Stuart said keeping his voice low so as not to disturb Vince's nap.
"I couldn't live here," Brian said. "You guys don't have any black pepper."
"What?" Stuart's brow wrinkled.
"Black pepper," he repeated. "All the restaurants and hotels have white pepper on the tables in the shakers. White pepper is a totally different flavor than black . . . it's hotter, less nutty. I don't know. I don't like it. So I couldn't live here. Plus, it rains too much."
"Oh, and the weather is so much bloody better in Pittsburgh!" Stuart teased, pinching Brian's nipple.
"You've never been to Pittsburgh, how the fuck do you know?"
"I watch CNN." Stuart chuckled and slid down in the chair a bit so he could get his legs around Brian's ribs. "And we could always import some black pepper for you. You could carry a little packet in your wallet."
"Yeah . . . I suppose," Brian said, smiling. "And then there's the yellow mustard thing. No yellow mustard. That's a REAL problem. I couldn't very well carry mustard in my wallet."
"What yellow mustard?" Stuart said. "What the fuck is that? We have twenty-seven million types of mustard!"
"Yeah, but no plain old YELLOW mustard. How can you eat a ham sandwich without yellow mustard? It's just . . . wrong."
"Brian," Stuart chuckled. "Those are not very good reasons for you not to move here. You'd grow accustomed to other sorts of mustard. Might even like them better after a while."
"Maybe," he said. Brian straightened up enough to stroke Stuart's thighs with his hands. He did it slowly, running his palms up and down Stuart's legs, softly rubbing the fabric of his sweats against his skin. Scooting back on his knees, Brian took Stuart's bare feet into his lap and gently caressed them with his fingers.
"Mmm . . . that's lovely . . ." Stuart sighed.
Brian smiled and continued his gentle massage.
The sat quietly for a few minutes and Stuart closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of having his feet rubbed. He could have fallen asleep right there but he was starving and he couldn't wait for the pizza to get there. Opening his eyes again, he watched Brian concentrating on his actions, his long eye lashes making soft shadows on his cheeks as he looked down.
"Sorry about Hazel," Stuart said. "She can be a right twat when she tries."
Brian shook his head. "It's really okay. It was sort of fun sparring with her. Truth is, I kind of LIKE her. But don't you dare tell her that. She's having way too much fun hating my guts."
Stuart laughed. "I like her, too. In fact, I almost enjoy it when she's taking the piss outta me. She's usually right, for one thing, and she's got such a colorful way of saying things. She's so bloody honest. I always appreciated that about Hazel. No bullshit, you know?"
"Yep." He picked up Stuart's right foot and rubbed the toes.
"Brian?"
"What?"
"Do you want to come to the wedding?"
Smiling a bit sadly, he returned his attention to Stuart's toes. "I don't think so, Stuey. I might stand up and object or something."
Stuart chuckled. "Bastard. What's there to object to? Don't you think I should marry Vince?"
"I absolutely think you should," Brian said. "I also think Vince should let you come and play with me a few times a year. You can be my sweet little Irish sex toy."
"Mmm. Maybe he will let me. You never know. He's allowed me to do things I never expected. He's always surprising me."
After a long moment, Brian shook his head. "That's how he keeps your interest, honey. But he knows better than to let you spend time alone with me. We have long since established that your boyfriend is no fool."
"I'm alone with you right now."
They looked at each other and Brian took a deep breath. "No you're not."
Stuart sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Rethink coming to the wedding, yeah? I'd like you to be there."
"Why?" Brian said.
"What do you mean, why? It's the biggest day of our lives and you're our friend. All our friends will be there, Brian. You should, as well." He leaned forward and gave Brian a soft kiss on the lips. "Come over with your friend, Michael. Has he ever been to Europe?"
"Mikey's never been anywhere."
"Well . . . that's a perfect excuse. I mean, not that Manchester is a sprawling European metropolis or anything, but it could just be one stop on a larger journey. Take him to London and Glasgow and Dublin. Take the Chunnel to Paris."
"Sounds nice," Brian said. "But I don't think so. Mikey's got this boyfriend . . . this older man. I don't think I'd be allowed to take him on such a long trip. Mikey wouldn't let me pay for that, either. He'd bitch and moan until it stopped being a good idea."
"What about that boy, then? The little blonde you're shagging." Stuart smirked when he said this, knowing it was ludicrous.
"Yeah," Brian laughed. "THAT's gonna happen. I'd really never get rid of that `sugar daddy' moniker every single one of my friends has tattooed on my forehead."
"Are you?" Stuart said.
"Am I what?"
"His sugar daddy?"
"Fuck you, man. Don't YOU start!"
Stuart laughed, pulling Brian's arms and sitting back in the chair again. Brian laid his head down on Stuart's chest.
"Just think about it, all right? I can't stand the idea of this being the last I'll ever see of you."
"Can't you?" Brian said softly but he didn't look up.
"No. I don't want to just . . . stop knowing you. I like you. You're a bloody bastard but I like you. And I fancy you so much it hurts."
"That's the issue," he said. "That's why I have to disappear. Vince sees me as a threat."
"Well, you're not," Stuart said a bit coolly.
Then Brian did look up and Stuart thought he saw a flash of hurt in those pretty hazel eyes. If it had been there at all, Brian turned it immediately into defensiveness. "I didn't mean I thought I was. I was just making an observation about your beau. I'm probably the first and only person who's ever come this close to you . . . other than Vince himself . . . and he's got his eye on me. That's all."
Stuart held his tongue and just watched Brian's face, searching for the emotions he knew the other man was hiding. He could see him doing it . . . shelving insecurities here, stuffing the more raw emotions under a rug there. Brian's expression was a pantomime of self protection and Stuart knew that feeling well.
He ran his fingers through Brian's soft damp hair and it flitted like feathers under his touch. The gesture was meant to comfort but he knew Brian would resist it on that level. He would only accept Stuart's touch if it came disguised as a tool for seduction. But he allowed the touch nonetheless and nuzzled Stuart's fingers as they grazed his lips.
The intercom buzzer startled them both and Stuart got up to answer it. As he crossed the room to open the door for the pizza delivery person, he glanced at Brian out of the corner of his eye. The handsome American seemed terribly relieved to be out of that emotional clinch. It was clear that he'd almost lost his footing.
* * *
Vince
The buzzer woke him from an intense dream. He always had such vivid dreams during his post-orgasm naps.
Vince had been standing in the canned goods aisle at the supermarket with a clip board in his hand and a pen tucked behind his ear. But in the dream, he was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white rose pinned to his lapel. Customers milled about looking at the little banners at the front of the aisles that described the specials, picking up cans, putting them into their carts, reading labels, putting cans back on the shelves. But Vince's feet wouldn't move. He stood there knowing he should get going or he would be late for the wedding, but . . . his feet just would NOT move. He looked down at the shoes he wore but they looked normal . . . shiny black shoes appropriate for a tux. They did not appear to be nailed to the floor, but they certainly felt like they were.
And then there was a buzzing noise that sounded like the alarm on the back door of the store. It was always tripped when someone went out that way without reading the sign that said not to. He hated the sound of that alarm. It always meant that he had to go get the key for the lock box and disable the bloody thing and all that would keep him off the floor for at least ten minutes. He remembered feeling like he was going to scream if that alarm didn't stop and then he opened his eyes.
Sighing, he felt a wave of relief as he realized it was just a dream. Vince sat up and scrubbed a hand through his hair, glancing around the flat through the bedroom's glass walls.
Stuart stepped up into the doorway and smiled at him. "Hey. You woke up just in time. Pizza's here."
"Oh, great."
Frowning slightly, Stuart crawled onto the bed and smoothed Vince's hair down. "You fell asleep with your hair wet. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Vince said, kissing his lover's chest softly. "Just had a bad dream. Well, a weird dream. Not bad, just . . . you know. Disturbing."
"Well, it was just a dream," Stuart said. "Forget it. Come down and eat."
"Where's Brian?"
"In the lounge where I tied him up." He blinked then grinned playfully, crawling back off the bed. "Come on. Bring the blanket."
Vince yawned then tugged the white blanket off the bed with him as he followed his lover down to the lounge.
Brian was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table where the pizza box was open. "Hey, sleepy head," he said. "Better get in here before I eat all this myself."
"Smells good," Vince said, crawling onto the couch and wrapping the blanket around him. He reached into the box and grabbed a slice of the hot pizza, sitting back against the cushion to eat it.
Stuart brought them each a beer from the kitchen and handed the bottles around before he got a slice for himself. He sat beside Brian on the floor.
"We were talking about the wedding," Stuart said.
Vince blew on the pizza in his hand as it was still a bit too hot to bite. "What about it?"
"I want Brian to come."
"You've said that," Vince said. "And I've said no." He bit the very tip of his slice and looked at Brian. "You will respect my decision, won't you?"
"It was always my intention to do so," he said, looking at Vince with raised eyebrows. "Tell your lover to stop bringing it up."
Stuart picked a mushroom off his slice and put it in his mouth but he said nothing.
"Stuart, I don't see why you can't just . . . "
"All right," the brunette said, his voice soft but his tone clipped. "Fine. I'll stop asking."
Vince looked at him for a long time and then he smiled. Stuart bit his pizza and smiled back with his eyes.
"What else did you talk about while I was asleep?" Vince asked.
"That was pretty much it," Brian said. "That and how much we both really enjoy getting our asses kicked by your mother."
This made them all laugh and Vince reached for his beer. "She's charming in a sort of Genghis Kahn way. You're lucky you weren't here when Stuart and I first got together. Hazel took the piss out of him at every turn. She was relentless!"
Stuart rolled his eyes at the memory.
"She was just protecting you," Brian said. "Probably protecting both of you in her own way."
"Is Michael's mum the same?" Vince asked.
"Exactly. But like I said, Deb'll throw shit at me if she's convinced I'm doing something that might hurt her little boy. Like I ever would." He rolled his pizza slice in half like a pita and bit it with his beautiful lips.
Vince was momentarily transfixed by watching Brian eat. Shaking his head to clear it, he took another sip of beer.
"See," Stuart said. "I was thinking Brian could bring Michael over for the wedding. To be his chaperone and keep him out of trouble."
Vince gaped at him. "Didn't you just say you were going to stop asking?"
"That's not a new request," he said. "That's a continuation of the old one."
Brian laughed. "You're such a four-year-old, Stuart. Just shut up about it. Vince doesn't want me to come so I won't. That's the end of it."
Stuart stuck his tongue out at Brian in true four-year-old fashion. "See if I ever ask you out to play again. Twat."
Brian leaned over and kissed him, slowly, sucking Stuart's bottom lip so deep into his mouth that it looked like it might hurt. But Stuart moaned and closed his eyes, apparently not in the least bit of pain.
Vince watched them kissing and he felt his cock tingle and stretch under the blanket. That little nap had rejuvenated him and he was ready to get back into their weekend game. He thought it might be wise for him to make a concession to his lover, seeing as he was being so harsh about Brian coming to the wedding.
"If you'd like," he said and they broke off in mid-snog to look at him. Vince regarded Brian. "I'll repeal my decision about you shagging him. Since you're being so good about the wedding and all."
"You're saying I can fuck him?" Brian asked, pretty hazel eyes wide.
"Yeah."
"I'm still waiting for Brian to fuck YOU," Stuart said, winking at Vince.
"Well, that can certainly be arranged. Whatever you like, luv. I'll leave it up to you."
"Can I do you both?" Brian said hopefully.
"If you've got that much strength," Stuart teased him. "If you can get hard enough to fuck both of us, you can have both of us."
"Oh, honey, don't worry about that. I have the strength." Brian kissed him again, sucking his top lip that time.
Stuart slinked forward with his pizza slice in his hand and climbed into Brian's lap. Brian leaned back against the couch and Vince fingered his soft brown hair. Stuart fed him a bit of his slice, grinning salaciously.
"Show me, then," he said. "Show me how hard you can get." He wiggled his hips and rubbed his balls against Brian's cock.
Vince could see it swelling inside his sweats and Brian sighed, lifting his hips up to meet Stuart's rotations.
"Mm," Stuart purred. "Nice. But you'll have to be harder than that. Come on, then . . . let's have it all." He nibbled Brian's earlobe. "Let's see that big cock in all its glory . . . I want to feel you stretch me, Brian, just like that night in the jeep . . . I want you to make me feel like I'm going to burst . . ." His lips covered Brian's mouth and kissed him, and he never stopped rubbing their cocks together.
Vince reached over and took the slice of pizza out of Stuart's hand before he dropped it on the couch. He tossed it back into the box with his own and then wiped off his hands. Reaching behind him, he lifted the lid on that little ceramic box on the window sill and took out a bottle of lube and a two condoms. He pushed the blanket off and sat naked on the couch, flipping the lid on the lube bottle to pour a bit on the head of his cock.
While he watched his lover and the American kissing and grinding on each other, he gently stroked his cock to full erection. He moved slowly, not wanting to bring himself too close to orgasm and then he let go and played with his nipples while he watched them working each other up.
Stuart looked up at him and grinned, his dark eyes glancing hungrily at Vince's stiff cock. "I think we're ready," he said. Climbing up onto the couch, he pulled off his sweats and his thick erection thumped gently against his belly. The large head was wet and dark with blood. Vince leaned over without even thinking and sucked that cock all the way down to Stuart's soft pubic hair. He felt his lover gasp and hold his breath and then he let out a deep moan.
"Oh . . . God, I love it when you do that."
Slowly sliding his lips up the hard shaft in his mouth, Vince hummed to further stimulate the organ. He felt Stuart shiver and then those long fingers were in his hair, stroking and encouraging him.
Brian got out of his sweats then turned over onto his knees, leaning in to lick Stuart's balls. He winked at Vince as he spread Stuart's thighs with his hands and tugged him a bit further toward the edge of the couch. Lifting his legs by the backs of his knees, Brian went to work on Stuart's anus with his tongue. Vince could hear the soft lapping and sucking sounds and he groaned, feeling his cock drip pre- come on his belly. He sucked Stuart's cock lovingly but not too hard, just enough to stroke it and make it tingle.
When Stuart yelped with pleasure, he knew Brian had inserted his tongue. Vince stopped sucking for a moment, not wanting his lover to have too much stimulation just yet. Stuart sighed and moaned, his eyes closed and his head lolling on the couch cushion. Obviously Brian had the magic touch when it came to tongue-fucking Stuart Jones. Vince had never seen him bliss out like that when he did it. Certainly Stuart enjoyed that treatment from Vince . . . he'd even come from it several times . . . but his reaction to Brian's ministrations were more like a trance than an expression of sexual pleasure. He lost himself in it.
Vince loved watching Stuart in the throws of passion. Often while they were making love, he wished he could lift out of his body and just observe Stuart's reactions to everything. This was a rare moment for Vince and he sat still as long as he could just taking in the site of his lover floating in erotic rapture. His cock ached every time Stuart moaned as though it couldn't wait to be involved in giving him so much pleasure.
Brian sat up, licking his lips that were swollen slightly from his activities. He held his tongue out for Vince to taste and they kissed each other, mingling Stuart's musk in their mouths.
"Christ . . ." Brian moaned. "That's it. Gimme a condom."
Grinning, Vince tore one of the packets open with his teeth and Brian tweezed the slippery disk out with his fingers. He rolled it onto his big throbbing cock quickly then he reached for the bottle of lube on the couch cushion.
"Vince," Stuart said, his voice breathy and raw with lust.
"What, luv?" He kissed Stuart's warm belly.
"Brian's got plenty of room behind him," he said, his dark eyes glinting.
Vince looked at Brian inquiringly and Brian grinned.
"You'll enjoy that, honey. I'm a tight squeeze. And that way, you still get to drive the train."
"I remember how tight you are, Brian," he said, opening the other condom and slipping down onto the floor. "I've had you."
"Only for a second," Brian said. "Not long enough for the full effect." Once Vince had scooted in behind him, Brian let his head back onto Vince's shoulder and they kissed deeply. "Give me lots of lube, though."
"I won't hurt you, luv," Vince purred. He licked Brian's ear and took the bottle of lube from him, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. Stroking Brian's smooth buttocks with his dry hand, Vince gently parted the rosy cheeks then rubbed Brian's anus in a circle with his slick fingers.
Brian leaned forward and raised his hips back like a wanton cat, letting Vince get his fingers inside and open him gently. Stuart watched him over Brian's shoulder, his dark eyes holding steady as Vince stroked his fingers in and out of that tight hole. After a few moments of that torture, Brian stood straight again. He was breathing hard and flushed and the temperature of his skin had risen a few degrees.
"Now or never, baby," he said over his shoulder. "You go first."
Kissing the back of Brian's neck, Vince slipped the condom on and then rubbed some more lube on his gloved cock. Positioning himself at the tight opening of Brian's body, he breathed warm air against his ear as he gently inserted his cock. There was a bit of resistance at first and Brian groaned, then Vince pushed through that ring of muscle and slid easily into the hot deep crevice beyond. He moaned in Brian's ear, hoping the sound came remotely near to expressing the intensity he was feeling. Brian was so tight it was almost brutal. Vince could feel both Brian's and his own heartbeat in that squeezing sheath and he waited breathlessly for Brian to make his connection to Stuart.
One of those long, lean legs crept gracefully over Brian's shoulder then over Vince's as Stuart raised himself into position to receive Brian's cock. Vince couldn't see it happen, he could only hear his lover moaning and panting and feel the pressure of him rocking against Brian as he took the large shaft inside. Vince lowered his head onto Brian's neck and waited. After a moment, he felt Stuart's fingers graze over his own that were gently holding Brian's hips. Glancing up, Stuart looked at him through eyes slitted with lust.
His plum colored lips curled in the word `go'.
Vince slid his cock out of Brian's hot anus and then slid back in. On his return, he felt Brian slide back to meet him, also drawing his cock backward inside Stuart. After a few trial strokes they found the right rhythm and Brian lowered his head onto Vince's shoulder again, a light sweat making his lovely skin slick.
Vince could feel Brian's muscles tightening and contracting inside him as the pleasure of being filled and fucking at the same time played havoc with his senses. He groaned those deep, breathy moans and let Stuart and Vince control the pace of their movements. He was sandwiched between them, almost helpless, and he didn't seem to mind one bit.
Stuart never stopped looking in Vince's eyes the whole time. His cheeks infused with color and his eyes sparkled but he never looked away. Vince could feel his gaze all the way down to the bottom of his soul. Those dark blue eyes were clinging to him and reaching for him at the same time as they were shoring him up and spurring him on. Vince felt very much like he was `driving the train' as Brian had said and it was a wonderful, powerful feeling.
When his balls started throbbing, he increased their speed and the other two went right along with him. He wished he had that little hand mirror then so he could see Brian's cock sliding in and out of his lover's beautiful ass, but the pleasure of it all would have to be enough. Vince's opened his mouth over Brian's smooth shoulder as he felt the first drawing contraction of his orgasm. He bit down gently and tasted the salt on Brian's skin.
Stuart cried out and Brian shuddered and then he squeezed Vince's cock so hard it hurt a little. Brian came deeply and he almost screamed with the force of it. Vince held onto those lean hips as the last of his own delicious spasms ebbed away. His fingers linked with Stuart's and stroked them gently as he watched his lover's face while he came. Beautiful, he was. Like a devilish cherub with those black ringlets clinging to his cheeks and forehead. Those rosebud lips parted with his moans. Vince knew he could look at him forever and never see all the beauty in Stuart's face.
They stood motionless for a long time as they each caught their breath. Brian moved first, wiggling slightly against Vince indicating he was ready to be emptied.
"Deep breath," Vince instructed softly in his ear.
Brian took a deep breath and when he exhaled, Vince slipped his spent cock out. Brian still flinched a bit but it wasn't too bad. Then he did the same thing with Stuart, separating their chain at the last link.
Brian crawled up onto the couch and lay down, sighing heavily. "Wow. That was intense."
Vince discarded the condom then climbed up on the couch next to Stuart, curling up against his lover's back. He felt Stuart breathing in long draughts and his body was warm and heavy against Vince's. He would be asleep in an instant. Glancing down at their guest, Vince saw Brian's belly rising and falling evenly as well. He tugged down the chenille throw blanket and draped it over Brian's legs but he barely moved in response to being covered. Already out, Vince figured.
Pulling the white blanket around himself and Stuart, he laid there awake and thoughtful while his lover and their playmate slept.
* * *
Stuart
He woke up last and it was almost seven-thirty. Brian and Vince were in the kitchen making dinner, or so it sounded. He rolled onto his back under the white blanket and stretched, feeling sore and raw inside. God, Brian had a big cock.
Stuart got up and pulled his sweats on again, going to join the others in the kitchen.
All three of them were tired from their activities and they still had yet to really eat anything that day. Vince made a huge beef roast for dinner with broccoli and mashed potatoes and they had fresh strawberries and cream for dessert. They drank three bottles of wine over the course of the evening, but spent most of their time lounging on the couch in front of the telly. They kissed and rubbed each other a bit but they were all too spent to do much else.
By midnight they were in bed in a soft tangle of limbs. Brian fit easily against Vince's back and all three of them slept well that night. Vince didn't have any more bad dreams.
****
The sound of Brian zipping up his bag woke Stuart in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and leaned up on one elbow, squinting as he watched their guest pulling on his jacket and checking his plane ticket.
"You weren't going to skulk off, were you?" Stuart said softly, trying not to wake Vince who still slept soundly beside him.
Brian smiled. "No. I was going to wake you before I left. I called a cab already. My flight's in an hour and a half." He leaned across the mattress with his knees on the floor and kissed Stuart's lips very gently. "So I guess this is it."
"Yeah."
The looked at each other for a long moment and then Brian looked away. "I guess you know I'll be thinking about you."
"Me, too."
Smiling sadly, Brian shook his head. "It really is a good thing I'm leaving. If I spent one more day with you, I . . . I don't know."
Stuart breathed a laugh. "You're mad, Brian. And I'll miss you."
"Back at ya," the American said. "Send me pictures from the wedding, okay? I want to make sure you didn't turn up in matching white suits."
"Christ," Stuart groaned at the thought.
Vince shifted on the mattress and opened his eyes. He blinked at Brian then sat up. "You're off?"
"Yeah. My cab's on its way. Listen, thanks for having me."
"That was our pleasure," Vince said, grinning at the double meaning. Then he retorted, "thanks for coming."
They all chuckled like kids . . . as boys will do.
Brian leaned forward on the mattress and gave Vince a soft kiss. "Take care of him, all right? You take care of each other. I hear this love thing can be pretty cool if you do it right. So . . . don't fuck it up." He stood up and reached for his bag, glancing back at Stuart with a tiny smile. "And don't you dare tell anyone I fell for you. I have a reputation to uphold."
"Twat," Stuart said. "You didn't fall for me. You just convinced yourself you did."
Brian shook his head in disagreement.
"All right," Stuart groaned. "I won't tell anyone. But Kate probably already knows."
"Kate," Brian laughed. "I can deal with her."
A honk sounded out in front of the building and Brian turned to go. He gave them one last wave then trotted down the steps and crossed the wood floor with his bag over his shoulder. The door opened and closed and in a few more seconds, Brian was gone.
Stuart sat up and looked at the closed front door for a moment, surprised by how sad he felt. In fact, he was almost certain he could cry. Vince's fingers stroked his hair at the nape of his neck softly.
"What's this, then?" he said. "Sad?"
"Yeah."
Vince pulled him into a hug and then Stuart did cry. His eyes filled and brimmed over as he snuggled into the warmth of his lover's body. He knew he wasn't crying over Brian, he was crying over a much larger thing.
"It doesn't have to mean the end of life as you know it," Vince said presciently. "I know what you're thinking. Now that Brian's gone, there won't be anymore playtime. Just monogamy and growing and old with boring little me."
"Fuck off," he muttered then he sniffled.
Vince laughed softly then reached for his lover's chin. "Look at me." Stuart looked up and Vince wiped his tears off his cheeks. "I told you when we first got together that I'd leave you if you got all frumpy and old and sat on the couch watching telly all night. I fell in love with you as you are . . . I still love you as you are. And I don't want to change you. I sent Brian packing because he was dangerous to me. You care for him, regardless of what you say, and the feeling is very mutual. I can't have that, Stuart. I can't compete with the likes of Brian Kinney. My only defense is to send him away."
"I don't care for him like that," Stuart insisted. "I don't want to be his boyfriend . . . not now, not EVER. I just . . . like him. And fancy him. And I wish I didn't have to lose him as a friend. Brian's fun. He has good insights on things. I . . ." he sighed. "Oh, fuck it. You're right. He is dangerous."
"Thank you," Vince laughed, his tone triumphant. "But even if you never admitted it, I still knew it was there. You and Brian got close. That was too much for me."
Snuggling under the covers, Stuart tucked his nose into the warm crook of Vince's neck and breathed in deep, smelling him. "So what happens now?"
"Now . . . we get married," Vince said. "And now . . . you work on not becoming a blob of an old house frau. I'll send you to a fat farm, I swear."
Stuart laughed in spite of himself, gently nudging Vince in the ribs. He knew his boyish lover hated being tickled and he wasn't of a mind to be a pest at that moment. Stuart just wanted to lie there and be held and try to figure out how he'd managed to let himself have feelings for another man. This wasn't just sex to him and all three of them knew it. He was drawn to Brian. Even though he knew he could never actually BE with Brian, the fact remained that he'd let himself feel something. And the feelings had been returned.
Stuart pulled as close to Vince as he could get under the blanket and sighed from down deep in his heart. Slowly he felt himself letting go of Brian and of all the things he represented . . . all that wildness of his past, all the impulsive decisions. Slowly Stuart felt himself moving forward into a new place, a new way of living. He knew Vince would be more than enough to keep him busy out there in this new place and he also knew Vince would never let him forget who he was.
"All right?" Vince said against his ear.
"Yeah. Are you?"
A soft kiss on his forehead was the response. Then, "what do you say we get married?"
Stuart smiled to himself but he knew Vince could feel it. "Let's do that. How's the second of June for you?"
"Fine, yeah. My calendar's clear that day." Vince laughed softly and nuzzled Stuart's curls.
Closing his eyes again, Stuart thought it might be nice to sleep just a bit longer before they had to get up and start their day.
(let's have a wedding, shall we???)
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