Don't be afraid. She was one of the best "newer" writers in the fandom.
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As we know from the show, Brian promises Justin a week-long vacation in Vermont but instead ends up going to Chicago to win the Brown Athletics account and save his job. Feeling hurt and betrayed, Justin goes snowboarding at Sugarbush Resort without his "boyfriend." **** him! But then Brian shows up in the middle of the night and their griping eventually leads to seriously hot make-up sex. Unfortunately, Brian's condoms are not designed to accommodate an impressive ck like Justin's. Breakage is all but inevitable. What happens when it actually occurs? (Considering the fact that the tags say "mpreg," I'm willing to guess that Brian gets pregnant.)
Also, can Brian snowboard without lessons?? What about give birth? Read and find out.
Believe it or not, despite being an mpreg fic, this story is not schmoopy (at all), and Brian and Justin are not OoC. Go, me!
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"If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude." ~ Maya Angelou
Originally Posted by I'm Brian Kinney, FFS!(View Post)
Back with a new chapter. I've been working on another writing project, so I was kind of neglecting this, but I'm glad I came back to it. Cause I think it just may be my hottest chapter yet...
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Chapter 15: "Deep"
Rows of blue lights buzzed above us. Two bodies, entangled together, on top of Brian's bed. Blankets tossed aside. Mouths separating and then finding each other once again. Limbs over limbs, limbs under limbs. Skin pressed against skin. Lips colliding together. Tongues exploring familiar territory. Hands tracing pathways over contours of the opposite sex's form.
Touching. Tasting. Feeding. Fucking. It was a routine with Brian Kinney. For some reason, our dance didn't bother me one bit. And it somehow managed to remain just as enticing with each subsequent encounter . . . perhaps even more so, since I got to know, more and more, what I could expect from him.
"Mmm," Brian moaned, rolling me under him, so he could be on top. His satin sheets were cold against my back, but his skin was so warm on top of me. The weight of him sunk into me, and my heart fluttered like mad. I'd come to really enjoy how heavy he was. The feeling of him trapping me just where he wanted me.
He held my face as he kissed me harder, his tongue not playing nice any longer. His other hand took a path of its own down the front of me, 'til it found the sweet spot between my legs. Brian teased the opening a few traces, then slipped a finger inside. Then another.
I moaned beneath him. Under the spell once again.
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Their breaths were loud, every time their mouths parted. Their kisses were hungry, yearning, desperate. Ethan's, craving any sort of contact as it had been too long. Justin's, craving something deeper than passion. The two hoped to be satiated by one another, at least for a while.
Ethan ran his hands up Justin's back to his head. He slid his fingers underneath Justin's long blonde hair, weaving a couple around some thick tufts, and gave a longing tug. Justin moaned in his throat, running his hands up to meet Ethan's cheekbones. He cupped his face as he kissed him, and tried to pour out all the emotion he hoped to get in return. The emotion he missed out on receiving from Brian.
Ethan sucked Justin's bottom lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over it before he bit down. More moaning, then, together, they fell to the bed. Justin rolled himself atop Ethan, much to Ethan's surprise. He kissed along Ethan's jawline, then down his neck, pausing to suck at the base. Ethan groaned.
"Don't leave any marks, I've got another show tomorrow night . . . " Ethan whispered, in between breaths.
"I'll be good," Justin responded, and then shifted to the other side to do the same.
"Mmm," Ethan moaned, then brought his hands to Justin's waist and pushed him up to a seated position. Justin stared at him, expectantly. Ethan braced himself and sat up enough to grip the bottom of Justin's shirt. He stared up at him, holding eye contact as he began to lift it. Justin raised his hands to allow Ethan to remove it completely. Ethan's eyes fell to Justin's chest. He grabbed Justin's ass, pulling him forward so he could kiss and lick him, devouring his midsection. Justin shut his eyes and let his head fall back, mouth open.
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"Brian," I moaned. He paused, and I could feel him smile. He'd been sucking and biting on my earlobe as he fingered me, but whenever I moaned his name he had to pause, briefly, to beam proudly. Just one of his sexy little nuances that drove me crazy, in the best way. Slowly, he brought his face back in front of mine, looking down at me through narrowed slits of eyes, his mouth hanging open as he breathed.
"You ready for more?" Brian said in his lowest sultry voice. He took one of my hands and placed it right on his rock hard cock.
I moaned. "Unf, yes."
Brian rolled his lips into his mouth to moisten them, ducked down to give me a hard kiss, and then reached over to his nightstand. He handed me the condom, which I promptly opened and fastened in place.
I watched as he scooped his arms under each of my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. Propped up on his knees, Brian moved forward and buried himself between my legs. I shut my eyes and moaned as he filled that space, the space that only he was allowed. When I opened my eyes, I saw Brian was making the same face I had. Eyes closed, lips parted, grabbing at oxygen from our surroundings. Anticipating the moments to come.
He looked down at me, hands wrapped around the tops of my legs on either shoulder, and the corner of his mouth spread into a smirk.
"There, that's a good girl . . ."
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Ethan may have told Justin not to mark him up, but he was certainly leaving marks of his own, all over Justin's abdomen. He sucked and bit and slurped, and Justin moaned in ecstasy all the while. Ethan glanced up at Justin as he continued, and studied the look of pleasure on his face. He brought his hands to the front of Justin's waist, unbuttoned and unzipped his corduroys. He pulled the pants down just far enough to expose the area he needed to get to. He reached in through the flap in his boxers, and pulled out Justin's dick.
Justin moaned, feeling Ethan's hand wrapped around him. He buried his hands in the musician's curly black hair, needing to grasp onto something. Ethan took great enjoyment in the response he was getting. He gave Justin's dick a couple tugs, then opened his mouth and invited him in.
The feeling of a warm, wet mouth on his dick sent shivers up Justin's spine. It was a truly rare and special occasion that Brian ever blew him. His knees felt weak, and for a moment he was worried they would buckle and send him tumbling over. Ethan suctioned his mouth and pulled Justin further inside. Justin cried out, pulling on Ethan's hair.
Ethan's head bobbed as he went to work on Justin's shaft. Tasting him, feeding on him. It had been quite a while since he'd been with anyone, and his throbbing dick was painfully aware of that fact. He held Justin in place with one hand wrapped around his waist, and slid his other hand down to his pants. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and wrapped his hand around his own dick, and started stroking, going faster as he moved faster on Justin.
"Oh, God!" Justin cried out, and began to come into Ethan's mouth. Ethan moaned as he opened his mouth wider, inviting the salty liquid in, gulping it down as it shot out in waves. Swallow. Then more. Swallow again. Drinking him. Guzzling him. Moaning all over his shaft and making Justin shoot more and more. He'd feed him enough to last for days.
Justin finally finished, his mouth hanging open wide as he gasped for breath. He was actually about to collapse when Ethan cried out. Justin had just long enough to register what was happening. He immediately dropped down and brought his mouth over Ethan just in time to catch his load.
"Unnnfff," Ethan groaned. He dug his fingers into Justin's hair and pulled the blonde's head forward and back along his shaft, skull fucking him as he came and came. Justin drank it down, moaning himself in response.
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He was so deep. So, so deep that I thought I couldn't take it. But to my surprise, somehow there was more than enough room for Brian, as big as he was. And though he managed to fill all of me, it was as if I grew to accommodate him, the deeper he pushed.
I could tell there was a bit of fear on my face. Brian gave an initial, slow thrust, testing the waters. He looked at me all the while, studying my reaction.
"Is this alright?" he whispered in his gravelly tones. Any time he spoke, he managed to make me wetter, and more relaxed. More open to him.
"Yes," I whispered back.
"Good," Brian responded, holding my legs in place as he shifted his hips, giving me a few more gentle thrusts. Then he found a rhythm. I watched as he undulated from his pelvis, working his spine in waves that rolled up and down, crashing over and into me. Each roll of his hips sent shockwaves, electricity coursing through both of us. Nothing like it had ever been so beautiful, or so fucking painfully sexy.
My eyes drank in his gorgeous body, watching it going to work on me, and I couldn't help but want more and more. He was as deep as he could possibly be, working at a much faster speed now, but I needed more of him. I needed to be completely filled, and taken over, by Brian Kinney.
"Come here," I managed to whisper, in between moans. Brian had his head back, eyes rolled up under the lids, mouth hanging open, but I brought him back to the moment, to the bedroom. Back to me. He blinked, and swallowed, and looked down at me. Almost as if he needed a second to register his surroundings. He didn't stop his rhythm.
I shot him a look of lust, of longing. I needed him on top of me. Needed to feel his weight, feel his bare chest on top of mine. Needed to press my bare breasts against him. The parts of me that weren't covered by him were crying out for that skin-to-skin contact.
"Come here," I repeated, raising an eyebrow at him, blinking calmly. I gestured with my index finger, echoing the command, as coy as I could muster.
Coherent enough in the moment once again, Brian swallowed once more and began to bend forward. His hands slid from my shins just below my knees down to my ankles as my legs followed his movement. My feet grew ever closer to my head. He was reaching new depths, deeper and deeper . . . until he truly was at the absolute limit. I felt his tip flirting with my cervix, and it was a sweet mix of pleasure and pressure and discomfort and ecstasy all in one. I wanted nothing more for it to end and continue at the same time.
My eyes shut tight and I both swore and praised him, under my breath. Brian pulled back a touch, came forward to his limit again, and repeated once more. Then, he backed off enough to let my legs slide off his shoulders. They fell slowly down along his sides, and I wrapped them around his waist. Now he was able to fully lie down on top of me. I breathed as I felt his chest connect with mine. The feeling of his chiseled abs on top of my stomach, the feeling of his hips parallel to mine. Sinking into me.
Brian's face was right above mine. He brought a hand to the side of my face, stroking his thumb across my cheek. "Is this where you want me, Princess?" he whispered.
"God, yes," I breathed, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down into a deep kiss. Our hips synched with one another, and we continued on.
Finally had time to read the new chapter is it just me or did someone turn up the heating in here
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Deborah ~ you are right.. it really is sad that she doesn't write anymore.. she was sooo good..
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I have been working on another story lately, so this one's been coming along more slowly. But I'm still having fun with it. Here's the next installment.
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Chapter 16: "Breakfast"
Justin woke up in an unfamiliar location. He took in a deep breath as his eyes darted about in their half-open state, trying to make sense of where he was. It took a moment for him to register the feeling of the heavy arm rested overtop of him, the hand dangling limply in front of his chest. Justin swallowed as it hit him. He was at Ethan's place, of course — and they'd just fucked.
He'd officially broken his pact with Brian. He and Ethan had kissed on the mouth, tons. He felt a twinge of pain as he thought about going behind Brian's back, and a wave of nerves following behind it. But then he remembered Brian's constant tricking, and all the times he'd walked in while he was mid-fuck . . . with someone else. It made him feel inferior, as if he wasn't enough for the man he loved. Now he'd found a boy who just might possibly be able to give him the monogamy he so craved.
He also flashed back to that girl he'd seen Brian with, twice now. So actually, Brian had broken their pact first — he'd been intimate with someone more than once. At least, Justin could only assume they were fucking. He did walk in and find her naked in his bed, afterall. And why else would anyone be nude in Brian Kinney's bed? He wasn't stupid. Suddenly the thought of going behind Brian's back wasn't at all sad, it was just . . . earned. It was slightly vengeful. Better yet, it was exciting.
Ethan took in a deep breath behind him, and started moving a bit. Justin felt a light kiss on his neck, just below his ear.
"Mmm," Ethan moaned. "Morning."
Justin couldn't hold back a smile. "Morning," he said back. When had Brian ever woken up and greeted him with such a sweet kiss? Never. Not unless he was immediately trying to seduce him, that was.
"How'd you sleep?" Ethan said, his voice still waking up.
"Pretty great," Justin said, chuckling. "Like a log, actually. You?"
"Mmm, definite log-status achieved for me as well. You make a perfect little spoon." Ethan gave Justin's neck a few more gentle kisses. His hand moved over Justin's chest to find his hand, which he immediately cupped with his own.
"Glad to hear that," Justin said. "You make a pretty excellent big spoon."
"Damn straight."
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I woke up to the feeling of lips on mine. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet, but I felt him right there. He was holding my face and kissing me. I was on my side, so he must've been on his as well. I breathed in the scent of Brian, and drank in the taste of his lips. A gentle moan escaped his throat as I started to kiss him back, consciousness finding its way to me once again.
I wondered how long he'd been awake already. My guess was not long. But it was apparently long enough for him to decide to go after his prey. He was poking me, hard. I giggled as I felt his dick pressing into my thigh. Brian moaned again and rubbed himself against me. The gentle kisses escalated to little bites and tugs on my lips, and then sucking. His tongue invited itself right on in.
No need to exchange pleasantries with Brian Kinney. He had such a skill for just making me be so perpetually in the mood that I didn't even question this. I moaned as he kissed me harder, and automatically rolled himself on top of me. He kissed a trail down my neck and then back up to my mouth, a couple of his fingers teasing my opening.
I heard a crinkling sound. Had to be a condom wrapper. A second later, I felt his **** knocking at my door. I was already beyond wet enough, and possibly had been before he'd even woken me up. He was either some sort of seductive magician, or that dark supernatural force was still at play, puppeteering us to fuck like animals for its own amusement. Whatever the cause, I was more than okay with it. I just needed to be conjoined with him, always. Needed to satisfy the pervasive, restless lust. I moaned and opened my legs, inviting him in.
Brian groaned as he pressed into me, reclaiming familiar territory. It had only been the matter of hours that we'd been asleep since we'd last done this — I hadn't had the chance to look at the clock, or anything for that matter — and yet, it felt like it'd been too long.
"Brian," I managed to moan in between kisses. I felt his trademark proud smile growing as he continued capturing my lips in his own. He pinned my arms over my head and started thrusting.
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"Shall I make us breakfast?" a sleepy Ethan said in his deep, froggy morning voice.
"I'm certainly not gonna turn it down," Justin said, giggling.
Ethan's mouth spread into a proud smirk. "Didn't ya know you went home with not only a pro musician, but also one kickass cook?"
"Oh, really?" Justin said, once again surprised by his cockiness, but also intrigued.
"Damn straight," Ethan repeated. "I'll prove it to you." He leaned over and gave Justin a long kiss, then hopped up from the bed. He was still naked, and Justin let his eyes fall all over his body, especially his ass. He swallowed as he pieced the events from last night together. His dick threatened to grow hard from the memories.
"Are you done checking me out? Can I get dressed now?" Ethan said, glancing back over his shoulder, but not directly at Justin.
Justin giggled again. "How'd you know I was checking you out?"
"Please, I can feel your eyes all over me." Ethan grabbed a nearby pair of sweatpants and started putting them on. "Just like I could when I was trying to play on your birthday."
"Oh, right . . . "
"That's okay, I like knowing that you're checking me out. Reminds me that I'm not just an artist, I'm also one tasty, hot little piece of ass."
"Is that so?" Justin said, chuckling. Ethan was already leaning overtop of him.
"You bet your ass it is," Ethan said through his teeth. He grabbed Justin's face and kissed him hard. Justin moaned, putting his hand on top of Ethan's.
Ethan pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. "Perhaps you'd like to watch me cook, too? Or at least, come keep me company?"
Justin smiled. "Yeah, I'll be right there."
Ethan nodded, then walked off towards the kitchen. Justin sat in bed, a huge smile plastered across his face for a good minute before he slid the covers off and grabbed his pants.
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"Holy shit," I said, trying to catch my breath. I laid on my back, chest heaving as I fought to reclaim the oxygen I felt was rightfully mine — especially after those crazy escapades.
"That was pretty fuckin' hot," Brian said.
"I'll say."
"No better way to wake up, as far as I'm concerned."
"Agreed."
"So, now that we've had our morning cardio, are you hungry?"
"Starving."
"Well, allow me to make some breakfast for the lady." Brian stood up and then waited next to the bed for me.
I sat up and raised an eyebrow. "You cook?"
"Only when I've exhausted all the takeout menus for the week, or in emergency situations," Brian said, blinking in his charming way. "But I can sure as **** pour some cereal at any time."
I giggled. "That's about what I assumed."
"Hey, don't knock it. Cereal's got all the essential vitamins and minerals a balanced breakfast requires. I know, because I've written the fucking ad copy for several brands. And Kelloggs wouldn't lie." He did the blink thing again. "So won't you join me for this gourmet, super healthy first meal of the day?"
"I'd be honored."
"Fantastic." Brian walked down the steps from the bedroom towards the kitchen, fully nude. I wasn't quite as brave as he was — I'd heard people had the tendency to walk in uninvited, whenever they pleased. Plus, I never knew when he had his next trick scheduled to pop in — so I grabbed my boyshorts and tank. I threw them on and hurried over to join him. I knew my hair had to have been a mess, but then, so was his.
Brian already had the bowls out, had poured the cereal and was opening the fridge.
"You strike me as a soy girl," he said. He looked back and raised an eyebrow at me. "Am I right?"
"You're right. How'd you ever guess?"
Brian scoffed. "Cause you're a lesbian." He shrugged like it was the most obvious statement ever.
"Fair enough. But also, I'm lactose intolerant."
Brian half-chuckled and nodded, then drowned both of our bowls in the soymilk and put it away. He shocked me when he pulled out a bag of marshmallows, and tossed several into each bowl. I didn't think someone who worked out with the intensity and craze that he did indulged in any type of sweets at all.
"Whoa, you eat marshmallows?"
"Gotta get my sweetness from somewhere."
"Ha, 'sweetness', riiiiight . . . "
Brian slid me my bowl. I caught it with one hand, and the contents sloshed around a bit. He leaned over the counter across from me, getting close to my face. He raised an eyebrow at me, suddenly super serious. "Are you saying I'm not sweet, Princess?" He said it in the lowest, most gravelly tone imaginable.
His eyes fell down to my lips. I breathed as I took in his energy. The feeling of him being near me was almost intolerable . . . but in the best way. I stared at his lips as I swallowed, preparing my response. But thinking was damn difficult when I could feel his breath on my face. When he made me remember all the things he could do to me.
"I wouldn't dream of it," I said, swallowing again. I couldn't take my eyes off his lips.
"Good," Brian said, barely above a whisper. He leaned forward the final couple of inches and took my lips between his own, then once again, and again. My chest exploded, my loins quaked. We'd just gone at it, and already I needed him inside me. Again.
But first, there was breakfast.
Brian pulled back, looking at my lips as he returned to his place across from me. Without words, he started eating his cereal. Then he looked into my eyes again as I started eating. The intense gaze continued until we'd both finished, the heat building between us all the while. He had a way of smiling at me seductively with his eyes, instead of his mouth, and he was doing it now. I needed to dump some of that cold milk on my head.
After we'd finished, he took my bowl and set them both in the sink. "So, coffee now, or wait until after we finish our second course?"
I cleared my throat. "Second course?" I said, though I had a feeling I already knew what he had in mind.
Brian casually walked around the island, over to my stool. He slid his hands under my ass and picked me up, pulling me against him, into a sloppy kiss. He kissed me a few more times and then set me down on the countertop. I automatically raised my arms for him to remove my tank, feeling myself fully giving in to him once again. Brian looked into my eyes as he took it off, corner of his mouth spreading into that super sexy, confident smirk that drove me wild.
"You won't be needing these," he whispered, and slid my boyshorts down my legs. He touched a couple of fingers to my lips. I opened my mouth and took them in, sucking as he slid them out. Then he directed his wet fingers to my pussy.
"Oh, fuck, Brian," I moaned. He slid his fingers into me, and my head fell back.
"Be glad to, Princess."
I tried to laugh, but I moaned instead.
"I told you we'd have a complete breakfast," he said into my ear, then kissed down along my neck.
Homeboy certainly upheld his promises, that was for sure.
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~Don't you see that you still have your powers? All of your powers! And you always will. You will always be young and you will always be beautiful. You're Brian Kinney, FFS!~
Me: "Ted, you're my favorite!"
Scott Lowell: "Aww, thank you! Well, you're my favorite now, too."
Haha thanks, guys!!! I had fun writing it, so I'm glad that translated. Brian's such a fun character to write (and watch of course), and I have such fun with this story. I'm already working on the next chapter. I've missed it.
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~Don't you see that you still have your powers? All of your powers! And you always will. You will always be young and you will always be beautiful. You're Brian Kinney, FFS!~
Me: "Ted, you're my favorite!"
Scott Lowell: "Aww, thank you! Well, you're my favorite now, too."
Here's the next installment of mine, Particles of Rage. Figured it was time for some plot building.
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Chapter 17: "Guilt"
A couple of days had passed since the amazing "complete breakfast" with Brian Kinney — though my memory was still flashing back to it at random, since it was so fuckin' hot. After he'd fucked me on his kitchen island, Brian suggested a shower — where he got hard again, so I sucked him off. Trust me when I say that Brian Kinney is the only man I would do this for, and with him, it wasn't even a question. Afterwards, it seemed he had finally run dry . . . for a few hours, anyway. He made the coffee he'd promised and then I was out into the real world once again. I wasn't sure when I'd see him next.
I never was.
In the brisk morning of Toronto — err, I mean, Pittsburgh — I was strolling along Liberty Avenue, off to meet Mel and Linds. They'd asked me to meet them at the diner, and though I'd hesitated because I was afraid of how my presence might affect certain people, I also didn't want to come clean to them about Brian's and my . . . escapades just yet. So, I just agreed like a little wuss, and now here I was.
Shit.
Passing by the large glass window at the front of the place, my eyes immediately landed on the unmistakable backs of Ted and Emmett's heads. They were bobbing about, no doubt laughing. My heart started jittering, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I didn't ever want to catch Brian off guard, to make him think I was stalking him. I'd heard the story through the grapevine about how he used to joke about Justin being his stalker in the beginning. Justin. Oh God, what if he was working today? Though we hadn't actually met and he had no reason to suspect anything of me, being as I was a chick/dyke and all, he'd have no logical reason to make things awkward or uncomfortable. Only my personal guilt could do that. But, then again, Brian was an adult who could make his own decisions. Maybe his arrangement with Justin really was as laissez-faire as he made it seem.
Maybe I had no reason to worry at all, and I just being ridiculous.
One final deep breath, and I pulled open the heavy glass door, the bell clanking against it as I did so. My nose was instantly perked up by the smell of bacon. My stomach growled. I hadn't realized I was so hungry already. Eating in social situations always helped to ease the awkwardness at least, I told myself.
I milked my time right inside the doorway before walking in further, as I removed my gloves and hat, using the opportunity to scan the place once again. No blonde twinks in sight . . . for the moment, anyway. I swallowed and then looked over to Ted and Emmett's table — and saw only Michael sitting across from them. Behind Michael, in the next booth, I saw a different unmistakable blonde head, which no doubt belonged to Lindsay. Sure enough, Mel was across from her. She looked up and waved, a small smile appearing on her face.
I returned her smile and pocketed my gloves, starting my journey over there. I didn't plan on saying anything to the guys at the adjacent table, since they weren't exactly my friends anyway, and Brian sure as hell wasn't my boyfriend. (Apparently he didn't do that sort of thing, or so he claimed.) Still, I had met them before, and I hadn't figured out the protocol for any of this shit. Ugh, social expectations were completely beyond me.
"Heyyy," Mel said as I approached, in order to alert Lindsay. Lindsay turned around and smiled. However, Mel's greeting also caused Ted and Emmett to turn and see me. I nervously glanced at their table, and saw from the corner of my eye that Michael was gazing at me through narrowed slits. He looked totally suspicious of me. I gulped. Uh oh . . .
"Heyyy," Ted said, echoing Mel. "Sage, what's up? How are ya?"
"Hey, Ted," I said, smiling. I paused in front of their table to exchange pleasantries, since I'd already been cued. Emmett gave me a cute little wave and a smile, and I returned it. The two of them were super cool, and I actually did hope for the chance to get to be their friend one day. However, I tried to ignore Michael's stare, but I couldn't. I opted to go the kindness route instead.
"Hey, Michael, how's it goin'?"
He blinked. "Not too bad." His voice was flat, and definitely not in the mood for small talk. He didn't look up from the plate sitting in front of him. "What brings you here?"
"She's meeting us!" Mel called from her seat. "Please, won't you come join us, hun?" I figured her time was limited, being a super-important lawyer and all.
"Enjoy your breakfast, guys, good to see you," I said, nodding towards their table. Ted and I exchanged another smile. Emmett said, "See ya". Michael didn't do a damn thing.
"Hello dear, how are you on this rather frigid morning?" Lindsay said in her warm, welcoming tone.
I slid into the booth next to her. "Good, thank you. Starved, though! How are you guys?"
"We're good! How 'bout we order some grub, huh?" Mel said.
"Sounds good to me," Lindsay said. "We were just waiting for you." She and Mel looked up from the table and nodded towards someone. A second later, a blonde blob hurried over to our table. I took a deep breath and then turned to look, confirming my suspicions.
Justin. Shit.
"What can I get for you?" Justin said. I glanced up at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He stared at his guest checkbook, ready to write down our orders.
"Two eggs, over easy, side of bacon," Mel said.
"One egg, sunny side up, hash browns, side of toast, for me, please," Lindsay said.
Justin scribbled away. Meanwhile, I hadn't said anything — paralyzed by my own awkwardness. Once he'd finished, he looked right at me, nodding once. "And for you?" He blinked a couple of times, suggesting a slight impatience.
He didn't look . . . off at all, and in fact, I'd never seen him in person before, so I didn't have a point of reference. But I could just . . . feel that he didn't like me, or that something about me pissed him off. I knew he couldn't be totally anti-lesbian, cause he was friends with Mel and Linds.
"U-uhh, I'll have the same," I stuttered. Shit. I totally choked, and he noticed. Oh well, at least Lindsay was having something I liked.
Justin raised his eyebrows and nodded as he jotted it down. "Coming up," he said, and immediately turned and walked off.
Maybe there wasn't anything wrong, maybe I was just projecting my guilt. Maybe he was stressed because the diner was busy and he didn't feel like working. I wasn't sure, but I was definitely uncomfortable.
Mel had given me a funny look when I'd stuttered just then, as I noticed out of the corner of my eye, but as soon as Justin left, she returned her expression to normal. Lindsay just smiled at me politely, not calling attention to the awkwardness. I was appreciative.
"Alright then, shall we get started?" Mel said. Linds and I nodded, so Mel continued. "So, the Gay and Lesbian Center is throwing a benefit. I know, surprise, surprise. But, they want this one to be different, they want it to be fun."
"At least, more fun than usual," Lindsay said.
"Riiight," Mel continued. "But, in order to do that, we need some extra funding. We've gotta seriously boost our corporate sponsorship to make that happen. That said, we're gonna need to bring in some external assistance, that we wouldn't usually call on . . . " Her eyes shot up immediately to Lindsay, a look of annoyance coming through.
"Brian," Lindsay finished, with a nod. She glanced down at the table. It was obvious Mel wasn't thrilled about it. They'd probably already had a lengthy discussion about this, knowing them.
"What about Brian?" Justin had returned with our orders. He started passing them out, looking at Lindsay expectantly.
"Oh, nothing, sweetie. We're just going to be asking him for some help with a charity event is all," Lindsay said.
Justin blinked, lowering the now empty tray down by his side. "Oh," he said flatly. He shrugged. "Got it. Well, enjoy." He gave me a brief glance, and a look like he was trying to pretend to smile but not actually doing so, and then he rushed off again.
As soon as he left, I felt the guilt swallowing me at the suggestion that I'd be working on a group project with not just the G&LC and Mel and Linds, but with Brian, too. If Michael and Justin really were wary of me, now they'd know that Brian and I were working together on something on top of all of it. Shit, I've gotta stop thinking like this, I'm gonna drive myself crazy, I thought. I swallowed, and decided to just play it cool. I started working on my breakfast.
"So, we're going to be meeting up one day this week to talk plans," Lindsay said in between bites. "Brian said we could get together at his place."
I swallowed. Being in Brian's house was like playing the waiting game in between fucks. The tension in there was so crazy it was practically a liquid entity in itself.
Mel nodded. "So, you wanna head over there together with us?"
"No," I said. The word flew out of my mouth so quickly and I couldn't shove it back in.
Mel glanced up from her breakfast at me, her eyebrows furrowed.
"...thanks," I added, trying to recover. "I mean, it would probably be easier for me if I just met up with you guys there, given my schedule this week. I've just got so much going on." I resisted the urge to let a nervous laugh escape and make things worse.
"Oh, okay then," Mel said, and went back to eating. Safe, I thought. A wave of relief settled in for a moment.
"So, we'll give you the address once we figure out when we're meeting up," Lindsay said, nodding at me. I looked away quickly and took a sip of my juice. I had to pretend like I hadn't already been there dozens of times. Like I hadn't been turned inside out by Brian Kinney in his own loft more times than I could count already. Like the very suggestion of being at his place again, of even being around him, wanting to touch him, to taste him, to suck and fuck him, wasn't getting me immediately worked up.
I swallowed again. I had to take another drink of my juice to cool off.
"Sure, sounds good," I said finally, as calm as I could muster.
As far as I could tell, they didn't suspect a thing.
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~Don't you see that you still have your powers? All of your powers! And you always will. You will always be young and you will always be beautiful. You're Brian Kinney, FFS!~
Me: "Ted, you're my favorite!"
Scott Lowell: "Aww, thank you! Well, you're my favorite now, too."
Originally Posted by I'm Brian Kinney, FFS!(View Post)
Here's the next installment of mine, Particles of Rage. Figured it was time for some plot building.
Spoiler:
Chapter 17: "Guilt"
A couple of days had passed since the amazing "complete breakfast" with Brian Kinney — though my memory was still flashing back to it at random, since it was so fuckin' hot. After he'd fucked me on his kitchen island, Brian suggested a shower — where he got hard again, so I sucked him off. Trust me when I say that Brian Kinney is the only man I would do this for, and with him, it wasn't even a question. Afterwards, it seemed he had finally run dry . . . for a few hours, anyway. He made the coffee he'd promised and then I was out into the real world once again. I wasn't sure when I'd see him next.
I never was.
In the brisk morning of Toronto — err, I mean, Pittsburgh — I was strolling along Liberty Avenue, off to meet Mel and Linds. They'd asked me to meet them at the diner, and though I'd hesitated because I was afraid of how my presence might affect certain people, I also didn't want to come clean to them about Brian's and my . . . escapades just yet. So, I just agreed like a little wuss, and now here I was.
Shit.
Passing by the large glass window at the front of the place, my eyes immediately landed on the unmistakable backs of Ted and Emmett's heads. They were bobbing about, no doubt laughing. My heart started jittering, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I didn't ever want to catch Brian off guard, to make him think I was stalking him. I'd heard the story through the grapevine about how he used to joke about Justin being his stalker in the beginning. Justin. Oh God, what if he was working today? Though we hadn't actually met and he had no reason to suspect anything of me, being as I was a chick/dyke and all, he'd have no logical reason to make things awkward or uncomfortable. Only my personal guilt could do that. But, then again, Brian was an adult who could make his own decisions. Maybe his arrangement with Justin really was as laissez-faire as he made it seem.
Maybe I had no reason to worry at all, and I just being ridiculous.
One final deep breath, and I pulled open the heavy glass door, the bell clanking against it as I did so. My nose was instantly perked up by the smell of bacon. My stomach growled. I hadn't realized I was so hungry already. Eating in social situations always helped to ease the awkwardness at least, I told myself.
I milked my time right inside the doorway before walking in further, as I removed my gloves and hat, using the opportunity to scan the place once again. No blonde twinks in sight . . . for the moment, anyway. I swallowed and then looked over to Ted and Emmett's table — and saw only Michael sitting across from them. Behind Michael, in the next booth, I saw a different unmistakable blonde head, which no doubt belonged to Lindsay. Sure enough, Mel was across from her. She looked up and waved, a small smile appearing on her face.
I returned her smile and pocketed my gloves, starting my journey over there. I didn't plan on saying anything to the guys at the adjacent table, since they weren't exactly my friends anyway, and Brian sure as hell wasn't my boyfriend. (Apparently he didn't do that sort of thing, or so he claimed.) Still, I had met them before, and I hadn't figured out the protocol for any of this shit. Ugh, social expectations were completely beyond me.
"Heyyy," Mel said as I approached, in order to alert Lindsay. Lindsay turned around and smiled. However, Mel's greeting also caused Ted and Emmett to turn and see me. I nervously glanced at their table, and saw from the corner of my eye that Michael was gazing at me through narrowed slits. He looked totally suspicious of me. I gulped. Uh oh . . .
"Heyyy," Ted said, echoing Mel. "Sage, what's up? How are ya?"
"Hey, Ted," I said, smiling. I paused in front of their table to exchange pleasantries, since I'd already been cued. Emmett gave me a cute little wave and a smile, and I returned it. The two of them were super cool, and I actually did hope for the chance to get to be their friend one day. However, I tried to ignore Michael's stare, but I couldn't. I opted to go the kindness route instead.
"Hey, Michael, how's it goin'?"
He blinked. "Not too bad." His voice was flat, and definitely not in the mood for small talk. He didn't look up from the plate sitting in front of him. "What brings you here?"
"She's meeting us!" Mel called from her seat. "Please, won't you come join us, hun?" I figured her time was limited, being a super-important lawyer and all.
"Enjoy your breakfast, guys, good to see you," I said, nodding towards their table. Ted and I exchanged another smile. Emmett said, "See ya". Michael didn't do a damn thing.
"Hello dear, how are you on this rather frigid morning?" Lindsay said in her warm, welcoming tone.
I slid into the booth next to her. "Good, thank you. Starved, though! How are you guys?"
"We're good! How 'bout we order some grub, huh?" Mel said.
"Sounds good to me," Lindsay said. "We were just waiting for you." She and Mel looked up from the table and nodded towards someone. A second later, a blonde blob hurried over to our table. I took a deep breath and then turned to look, confirming my suspicions.
Justin. Shit.
"What can I get for you?" Justin said. I glanced up at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He stared at his guest checkbook, ready to write down our orders.
"Two eggs, over easy, side of bacon," Mel said.
"One egg, sunny side up, hash browns, side of toast, for me, please," Lindsay said.
Justin scribbled away. Meanwhile, I hadn't said anything — paralyzed by my own awkwardness. Once he'd finished, he looked right at me, nodding once. "And for you?" He blinked a couple of times, suggesting a slight impatience.
He didn't look . . . off at all, and in fact, I'd never seen him in person before, so I didn't have a point of reference. But I could just . . . feel that he didn't like me, or that something about me pissed him off. I knew he couldn't be totally anti-lesbian, cause he was friends with Mel and Linds.
"U-uhh, I'll have the same," I stuttered. Shit. I totally choked, and he noticed. Oh well, at least Lindsay was having something I liked.
Justin raised his eyebrows and nodded as he jotted it down. "Coming up," he said, and immediately turned and walked off.
Maybe there wasn't anything wrong, maybe I was just projecting my guilt. Maybe he was stressed because the diner was busy and he didn't feel like working. I wasn't sure, but I was definitely uncomfortable.
Mel had given me a funny look when I'd stuttered just then, as I noticed out of the corner of my eye, but as soon as Justin left, she returned her expression to normal. Lindsay just smiled at me politely, not calling attention to the awkwardness. I was appreciative.
"Alright then, shall we get started?" Mel said. Linds and I nodded, so Mel continued. "So, the Gay and Lesbian Center is throwing a benefit. I know, surprise, surprise. But, they want this one to be different, they want it to be fun."
"At least, more fun than usual," Lindsay said.
"Riiight," Mel continued. "But, in order to do that, we need some extra funding. We've gotta seriously boost our corporate sponsorship to make that happen. That said, we're gonna need to bring in some external assistance, that we wouldn't usually call on . . . " Her eyes shot up immediately to Lindsay, a look of annoyance coming through.
"Brian," Lindsay finished, with a nod. She glanced down at the table. It was obvious Mel wasn't thrilled about it. They'd probably already had a lengthy discussion about this, knowing them.
"What about Brian?" Justin had returned with our orders. He started passing them out, looking at Lindsay expectantly.
"Oh, nothing, sweetie. We're just going to be asking him for some help with a charity event is all," Lindsay said.
Justin blinked, lowering the now empty tray down by his side. "Oh," he said flatly. He shrugged. "Got it. Well, enjoy." He gave me a brief glance, and a look like he was trying to pretend to smile but not actually doing so, and then he rushed off again.
As soon as he left, I felt the guilt swallowing me at the suggestion that I'd be working on a group project with not just the G&LC and Mel and Linds, but with Brian, too. If Michael and Justin really were wary of me, now they'd know that Brian and I were working together on something on top of all of it. Shit, I've gotta stop thinking like this, I'm gonna drive myself crazy, I thought. I swallowed, and decided to just play it cool. I started working on my breakfast.
"So, we're going to be meeting up one day this week to talk plans," Lindsay said in between bites. "Brian said we could get together at his place."
I swallowed. Being in Brian's house was like playing the waiting game in between fucks. The tension in there was so crazy it was practically a liquid entity in itself.
Mel nodded. "So, you wanna head over there together with us?"
"No," I said. The word flew out of my mouth so quickly and I couldn't shove it back in.
Mel glanced up from her breakfast at me, her eyebrows furrowed.
"...thanks," I added, trying to recover. "I mean, it would probably be easier for me if I just met up with you guys there, given my schedule this week. I've just got so much going on." I resisted the urge to let a nervous laugh escape and make things worse.
"Oh, okay then," Mel said, and went back to eating. Safe, I thought. A wave of relief settled in for a moment.
"So, we'll give you the address once we figure out when we're meeting up," Lindsay said, nodding at me. I looked away quickly and took a sip of my juice. I had to pretend like I hadn't already been there dozens of times. Like I hadn't been turned inside out by Brian Kinney in his own loft more times than I could count already. Like the very suggestion of being at his place again, of even being around him, wanting to touch him, to taste him, to suck and fuck him, wasn't getting me immediately worked up.
I swallowed again. I had to take another drink of my juice to cool off.
"Sure, sounds good," I said finally, as calm as I could muster.
As far as I could tell, they didn't suspect a thing.
Heehee I loved it!! Looooove the little Toronto reference And I love me some jealous Justin heehee
~Don't you see that you still have your powers? All of your powers! And you always will. You will always be young and you will always be beautiful. You're Brian Kinney, FFS!~
Me: "Ted, you're my favorite!"
Scott Lowell: "Aww, thank you! Well, you're my favorite now, too."
BTW Daggi, new chapter a couple posts down. I'll probably be posting the next one today.
EDIT . . . In fact, gonna go ahead and do that.
Spoiler:
Chapter 18: "Surprise"
That night, I showed up at Brian Kinney's loft, uninvited. I'd gotten pretty used to his schedule by now, so I knew the hours he was typically at Woody's and Babylon, respectively. He always seemed to be home by 3 a.m., for whatever reason, though. Maybe that was enough to get all the beauty rest he needed to be so ungodly gorgeous, I wasn't sure. But I noticed that he was actually usually home around quarter-after two, so that's when I showed up.
I took a deep breath as I ran up the couple of steps over to the buzzer, pausing to swallow before I hit the button. What if he didn't answer? Or worse yet, what if he answered, and he turned me away? Oh well, too late now.
"What?" Brian's voice came out slightly muffled. Definitely irritated.
"Brian, it's Sage," I said. "I'm sorry to drop by unannounced . . . "
"You okay?" Brian said. Much to my surprise, he actually sounded like he gave a shit. I blinked, trying to let the shock dissipate.
"Uhh yeah, kinda. I just . . . can I talk to you?"
No response. A second later, however, I heard the loud buzz and click of the door opening. I ran up to grab the door, then up the couple flights of stairs to Brian's level. I didn't trust that rickety elevator, not unless he was in there with me.
I pounded on the heavy, metal door, only because I knew it was difficult to hear a quiet knock through it. Also a bit of nerves were popping up.
The door slid open almost immediately. There stood Brian, fully nude before me. I swallowed, my eyes travelling up and down his body without any direct order from me. Brian stared at me blankly, blinking.
"Come in," he said. "What's the emergency?" He closed the door behind us and walked past me. From the way he moved, and the slight slur at the end of his last word, I could tell he was fucked up.
I opened my mouth to speak. "I just needed to talk to you about — "
"What the fuck's going on here?" an unfamiliar male voice called out from the bedroom. Shit, it's finally happened. I finally walked in on Brian when he's got a trick over. I felt guilty; obviously I'd interrupted their night. I hoped he'd forgive me for it.
"Who's she?" the trick said, looking at Brian expectantly, annoyance and impatience riddled in his tone. "I didn't think you were into — "
"Just shut the fuck up," Brian interrupted. He groaned and scratched his head. "Look, something's come up, you're gonna have to go."
"What the fuck, man? We had plans."
"Yeah, well, sometimes plans change," Brian said, slurring a bit still. "So get your shit and go."
"I don't fucking believe this shit . . . Brian Kinney turning down sex, for a girl," the trick paused right in front of me, looking me up and down, a nasty expression on his face. I pulled my head back in defense, scowling at him. What a prick.
"Just leave," Brian said, shaking his head. He gestured towards the door.
"Fuck you, man," the trick said. He bent down to grab his jacket from the sofa and then started towards the door.
"Don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out," Brian called, not looking towards him. The trick muttered something and pulled the door closed behind him. Brian walked over and locked it. "Good fuckin' riddance," he said. He started walking over to me, his feet slapping loudly against the wood floor.
"Brian, I'm so sorry — I-I, didn't mean to interrupt," I stuttered. He shook his head as he approached me, his face totally calm, unconcerned. He took my purse and tossed it over onto the kitchen island.
"What's going on?" he said. "Everything alright, Princess?" He slid his hands though the opening in my jacket, hooked under the fabric and casually started to pull it down off my shoulders. I swallowed and tried to calm myself down, to stay focused.
"Were you guys . . . ?"
Brian shook his head again. "He was sucking me off when you buzzed." He chuckled. "But he was fucking terrible at it, so no loss there." He shrugged, my jacket now completely in his possession. He tossed it over to join my purse, then gently brought one finger underneath my chin. He tilted my face up to look at him. "So, talk to me." His beautiful green eyes fixed into mine, freezing me in place.
"You need to talk to him," I said firmly. Apparently this was one of those inexplicable moments when I could somewhat command my power around him. Thank God.
"Who?" Brian said. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes looked hazy and distant. Should I really be attempting this conversation with him while he was so fucked up? Then again, it might be less upsetting in this state.
"Your . . . non-boyfriend," I said.
Brian raised an eyebrow at me and swallowed.
"Justin," I said. His name sounded so chilling as I spoke it, standing alone with Brian in his loft.
Brian blinked again, then swept his hand along my face, bringing it to the side to hold my head as he spoke. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, one of his signature cutesy moves. "Why do you say that?" he said innocently.
"Brian, you know damn well," I said. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away, then took a couple steps back from him. I couldn't let him seduce me . . . yet. I had to get this out. I sighed. "I saw him this morning, at the diner. I had to go meet Mel and Linds, and I saw him. It was all so awkward and uncomfortable."
Brian just looked at me, listening as I spoke. He took a couple of steps towards me, closing the distance.
"I don't know if he knows about us or not, I mean, how could he, right? But he was just giving off this vibe today, like he hated me, or suspected me, or something. And Michael — "
"You saw Mikey, too?" Brian said. He blinked some more.
"Yes, Michael was at the diner, too," I said. I saw Brian's shoulders fall as he exhaled. I continued my recap. "He glared at me when I walked in, and then he wouldn't even look at me when I said hi to your other friends. He seemed totally suspicious. Like, what the fuck? Do you think they know?"
"Huh," Brian said. His eyes darted to the side, and for a second he seemed to be contemplating the situation. Then, it just looked like he was staring off into space.
"Brian!" I said. He shook his head and looked back at me. It was probably no use, he was too far gone. I should've known better than to bring this up after he'd clearly been to Babylon — and made his rounds in the back room. "You know what? Fuck it. Nevermind. Sorry I brought it up."
"Now, Princess, don't get upset," Brian said, dropping his voice down into that octave that drove me crazy. He slowly closed the gap between us completely, testing the waters to make sure I wouldn't move back again.
"I really just don't want to make things bad for you," I said. Brian was shaking his head, his brows furrowed like he didn't think that would happen. "These are your friends," I continued. "Your . . . boy. I'm the outsider. I just don't wanna fuck anything up."
"Shhh," Brian said. He ran a hand over my hair, soothing me. "It'll all be alright. Besides," he grew quiet for a second, his eyes glancing out past me, through the window. His energy shifted. "Justin's . . . seeing someone."
My mouth dropped open. "Oh, Brian. I- Are you sure?" I put a hand on his side, rubbing him gently. I could feel the pain in his words, and I just wanted to take it away.
Brian looked back at me and nodded gently. "I figured it out a few days ago. All the signs were there," he sighed. Then he shrugged. "But, we're not a married couple. The lad's got every right to go around fuckin' whoever he wants. We don't have locks on our door. Only . . . " He trailed off for a second, glancing down at the floor. He curled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, trying to will the words to come. ". . . it seems this time it's more than just that," he said finally.
"Brian," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew he wouldn't directly admit that he was hurting, but he didn't have to. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself up against his chest. I didn't know if Brian Kinney was the type to accept hugs, but I couldn't think of anything else. It was my gut reaction to try.
For a moment, he stood there and hugged me back. He was totally silent as I held him, though his body rocked slightly, his balance a bit off from being intoxicated. I was just trying to think of what the fuck to say next, when he ran one of his hands up my back, over my shoulder, and across to cup my chin.
Brian pulled back far enough to look down at me. His expression was a mix of things — being drugged out, the sadness, and wanting. My heart fell. I didn't have time to react, because he leaned down and kissed me, breathing in loudly as he did. The booze were heavy on his breath, so much so that it caused me to really squint my eyes as our mouths first made contact. But the feeling of his lips on mine had me melting in his arms once again. Somehow, despite the presence of whatever the fuck he'd been guzzling at Babylon, he still managed to taste so sweet that I just wanted to lap him up.
He kissed me harder, holding my head with the one hand, the other travelling down my back, finally running over my ass. I groaned and Brian echoed me. He ran his other hand down to join the one at my ass, and then he scooped me up into his arms, holding me tightly against him as his tongue fought its way into my mouth. The bitterness in his mouth caused a real bite, and for some reason it made me want him even more. I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders, though I felt totally secure in his grasp. He squeezed my ass and grunted again, I echoed him this time.
Brian started shuffling us over towards the bedroom, making out with me all the while. I have no idea if he was looking or if he just knew the exact distance on a visceral level at this point. As we collided with the bed the only thing I could comprehend was the feeling of the mattress and blankets beneath me and then Brian on top of me, bending over me as he kissed down my face and neck.
He tugged my shirt down, kissing as much as he could of my chest. I felt him undoing my pants, pulling them down around my ankles. He was moaning more desperately than I'd ever heard him. He lifted his head and kissed me twice more, then pulled back and looked me in the eyes. His gaze was intense, the glazed over expression totally gone. His nostrils flared and he breathed in and out heavily through parted teeth, like a lion ready to pounce.
He brought one hand under my chin and stroked along my cheekbone, watching his fingers as he did so. He closed his mouth and swallowed, his breath steadying a bit. Then his eyes looked over my face, studying me.
I'd been breathing so hard, but as Brian paused there, just looking at me, I calmed considerably. He was hard, his cock was straining up against the side of my knee. I knew he was horny as hell, and yet, for some reason here he was, hesitating.
"Brian?" I whispered.
He blinked, then gave my lips a gentle kiss. He tipped his head forward and touched his forehead to mine, his eyes closed. I couldn't help but notice my heart fluttered like crazy when he did. Brian leaned down and kissed my chin, then started sliding down along me. Oh, God. He slid my shirt up and kissed all over my stomach. His hands found my boyshorts and tugged them down to my ankles.
When his lips pressed against my pussy, I couldn't believe it. It was all I could do not to scream. A rather loud moan did manage to escape my open mouth, but I restrained it as much as I could. I was never sure how thick his walls were.
He kissed me right there again, then I felt his tongue. I cried out in ecstasy. Was he really going down on me? Maybe he was more fucked up than I thought.
Brian moaned as he ate me out, the vibration moving from his mouth onto me. I could barely stand it already at that point. It wasn't long at all before I came — and came hard.
I heard one last grunt from Brian before he brought himself up to face-level with me again. I looked into his eyes, totally in shock still, but so beyond blissed out and completely relaxed, my body sinking heavily into his bed.
Brian stroked the side of my face once more, holding me as he leaned in to give me a long kiss. I brought my hand to rest on top of his as I kissed him back. I couldn't believe I was tasting myself on him. After he broke the kiss, he wrapped his arms under me and slid me up until I was completely on the bed, my head resting on one of his pillows.
Silently, he gripped the bottom of my shirt and I let him pull it off over my head. Next, he reached down and removed my underwear from where they were hanging onto my feet. Both of us completely nude now, still no words exchanged. Brian layed down next to me on his side, slid one arm across me and pulled me into him, claiming me as his little spoon. I moved easily at his suggestion. My body seemed to crave this contact, and I was beyond eager to be held by him this way.
My eyes glanced lazily out through his windows at the pale yellow streetlight reflecting on the brick building across the way as Brian wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands found the top of mine and he brought it to rest there. He gave me one last kiss at the base of my neck, then heavily dropped his head against the pillow. Less than a minute later, I could feel he was asleep.
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~Don't you see that you still have your powers? All of your powers! And you always will. You will always be young and you will always be beautiful. You're Brian Kinney, FFS!~
Me: "Ted, you're my favorite!"
Scott Lowell: "Aww, thank you! Well, you're my favorite now, too."
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Originally Posted by I'm Brian Kinney, FFS!(View Post)
BTW Daggi, new chapter a couple posts down. I'll probably be posting the next one today.
EDIT . . . In fact, gonna go ahead and do that.
Spoiler:
Chapter 18: "Surprise"
That night, I showed up at Brian Kinney's loft, uninvited. I'd gotten pretty used to his schedule by now, so I knew the hours he was typically at Woody's and Babylon, respectively. He always seemed to be home by 3 a.m., for whatever reason, though. Maybe that was enough to get all the beauty rest he needed to be so ungodly gorgeous, I wasn't sure. But I noticed that he was actually usually home around quarter-after two, so that's when I showed up.
I took a deep breath as I ran up the couple of steps over to the buzzer, pausing to swallow before I hit the button. What if he didn't answer? Or worse yet, what if he answered, and he turned me away? Oh well, too late now.
"What?" Brian's voice came out slightly muffled. Definitely irritated.
"Brian, it's Sage," I said. "I'm sorry to drop by unannounced . . . "
"You okay?" Brian said. Much to my surprise, he actually sounded like he gave a shit. I blinked, trying to let the shock dissipate.
"Uhh yeah, kinda. I just . . . can I talk to you?"
No response. A second later, however, I heard the loud buzz and click of the door opening. I ran up to grab the door, then up the couple flights of stairs to Brian's level. I didn't trust that rickety elevator, not unless he was in there with me.
I pounded on the heavy, metal door, only because I knew it was difficult to hear a quiet knock through it. Also a bit of nerves were popping up.
The door slid open almost immediately. There stood Brian, fully nude before me. I swallowed, my eyes travelling up and down his body without any direct order from me. Brian stared at me blankly, blinking.
"Come in," he said. "What's the emergency?" He closed the door behind us and walked past me. From the way he moved, and the slight slur at the end of his last word, I could tell he was fucked up.
I opened my mouth to speak. "I just needed to talk to you about — "
"What the fuck's going on here?" an unfamiliar male voice called out from the bedroom. Shit, it's finally happened. I finally walked in on Brian when he's got a trick over. I felt guilty; obviously I'd interrupted their night. I hoped he'd forgive me for it.
"Who's she?" the trick said, looking at Brian expectantly, annoyance and impatience riddled in his tone. "I didn't think you were into — "
"Just shut the fuck up," Brian interrupted. He groaned and scratched his head. "Look, something's come up, you're gonna have to go."
"What the fuck, man? We had plans."
"Yeah, well, sometimes plans change," Brian said, slurring a bit still. "So get your shit and go."
"I don't fucking believe this shit . . . Brian Kinney turning down sex, for a girl," the trick paused right in front of me, looking me up and down, a nasty expression on his face. I pulled my head back in defense, scowling at him. What a prick.
"Just leave," Brian said, shaking his head. He gestured towards the door.
"Fuck you, man," the trick said. He bent down to grab his jacket from the sofa and then started towards the door.
"Don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out," Brian called, not looking towards him. The trick muttered something and pulled the door closed behind him. Brian walked over and locked it. "Good fuckin' riddance," he said. He started walking over to me, his feet slapping loudly against the wood floor.
"Brian, I'm so sorry — I-I, didn't mean to interrupt," I stuttered. He shook his head as he approached me, his face totally calm, unconcerned. He took my purse and tossed it over onto the kitchen island.
"What's going on?" he said. "Everything alright, Princess?" He slid his hands though the opening in my jacket, hooked under the fabric and casually started to pull it down off my shoulders. I swallowed and tried to calm myself down, to stay focused.
"Were you guys . . . ?"
Brian shook his head again. "He was sucking me off when you buzzed." He chuckled. "But he was fucking terrible at it, so no loss there." He shrugged, my jacket now completely in his possession. He tossed it over to join my purse, then gently brought one finger underneath my chin. He tilted my face up to look at him. "So, talk to me." His beautiful green eyes fixed into mine, freezing me in place.
"You need to talk to him," I said firmly. Apparently this was one of those inexplicable moments when I could somewhat command my power around him. Thank God.
"Who?" Brian said. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes looked hazy and distant. Should I really be attempting this conversation with him while he was so fucked up? Then again, it might be less upsetting in this state.
"Your . . . non-boyfriend," I said.
Brian raised an eyebrow at me and swallowed.
"Justin," I said. His name sounded so chilling as I spoke it, standing alone with Brian in his loft.
Brian blinked again, then swept his hand along my face, bringing it to the side to hold my head as he spoke. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, one of his signature cutesy moves. "Why do you say that?" he said innocently.
"Brian, you know damn well," I said. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away, then took a couple steps back from him. I couldn't let him seduce me . . . yet. I had to get this out. I sighed. "I saw him this morning, at the diner. I had to go meet Mel and Linds, and I saw him. It was all so awkward and uncomfortable."
Brian just looked at me, listening as I spoke. He took a couple of steps towards me, closing the distance.
"I don't know if he knows about us or not, I mean, how could he, right? But he was just giving off this vibe today, like he hated me, or suspected me, or something. And Michael — "
"You saw Mikey, too?" Brian said. He blinked some more.
"Yes, Michael was at the diner, too," I said. I saw Brian's shoulders fall as he exhaled. I continued my recap. "He glared at me when I walked in, and then he wouldn't even look at me when I said hi to your other friends. He seemed totally suspicious. Like, what the fuck? Do you think they know?"
"Huh," Brian said. His eyes darted to the side, and for a second he seemed to be contemplating the situation. Then, it just looked like he was staring off into space.
"Brian!" I said. He shook his head and looked back at me. It was probably no use, he was too far gone. I should've known better than to bring this up after he'd clearly been to Babylon — and made his rounds in the back room. "You know what? Fuck it. Nevermind. Sorry I brought it up."
"Now, Princess, don't get upset," Brian said, dropping his voice down into that octave that drove me crazy. He slowly closed the gap between us completely, testing the waters to make sure I wouldn't move back again.
"I really just don't want to make things bad for you," I said. Brian was shaking his head, his brows furrowed like he didn't think that would happen. "These are your friends," I continued. "Your . . . boy. I'm the outsider. I just don't wanna fuck anything up."
"Shhh," Brian said. He ran a hand over my hair, soothing me. "It'll all be alright. Besides," he grew quiet for a second, his eyes glancing out past me, through the window. His energy shifted. "Justin's . . . seeing someone."
My mouth dropped open. "Oh, Brian. I- Are you sure?" I put a hand on his side, rubbing him gently. I could feel the pain in his words, and I just wanted to take it away.
Brian looked back at me and nodded gently. "I figured it out a few days ago. All the signs were there," he sighed. Then he shrugged. "But, we're not a married couple. The lad's got every right to go around fuckin' whoever he wants. We don't have locks on our door. Only . . . " He trailed off for a second, glancing down at the floor. He curled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, trying to will the words to come. ". . . it seems this time it's more than just that," he said finally.
"Brian," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew he wouldn't directly admit that he was hurting, but he didn't have to. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself up against his chest. I didn't know if Brian Kinney was the type to accept hugs, but I couldn't think of anything else. It was my gut reaction to try.
For a moment, he stood there and hugged me back. He was totally silent as I held him, though his body rocked slightly, his balance a bit off from being intoxicated. I was just trying to think of what the fuck to say next, when he ran one of his hands up my back, over my shoulder, and across to cup my chin.
Brian pulled back far enough to look down at me. His expression was a mix of things — being drugged out, the sadness, and wanting. My heart fell. I didn't have time to react, because he leaned down and kissed me, breathing in loudly as he did. The booze were heavy on his breath, so much so that it caused me to really squint my eyes as our mouths first made contact. But the feeling of his lips on mine had me melting in his arms once again. Somehow, despite the presence of whatever the fuck he'd been guzzling at Babylon, he still managed to taste so sweet that I just wanted to lap him up.
He kissed me harder, holding my head with the one hand, the other travelling down my back, finally running over my ass. I groaned and Brian echoed me. He ran his other hand down to join the one at my ass, and then he scooped me up into his arms, holding me tightly against him as his tongue fought its way into my mouth. The bitterness in his mouth caused a real bite, and for some reason it made me want him even more. I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders, though I felt totally secure in his grasp. He squeezed my ass and grunted again, I echoed him this time.
Brian started shuffling us over towards the bedroom, making out with me all the while. I have no idea if he was looking or if he just knew the exact distance on a visceral level at this point. As we collided with the bed the only thing I could comprehend was the feeling of the mattress and blankets beneath me and then Brian on top of me, bending over me as he kissed down my face and neck.
He tugged my shirt down, kissing as much as he could of my chest. I felt him undoing my pants, pulling them down around my ankles. He was moaning more desperately than I'd ever heard him. He lifted his head and kissed me twice more, then pulled back and looked me in the eyes. His gaze was intense, the glazed over expression totally gone. His nostrils flared and he breathed in and out heavily through parted teeth, like a lion ready to pounce.
He brought one hand under my chin and stroked along my cheekbone, watching his fingers as he did so. He closed his mouth and swallowed, his breath steadying a bit. Then his eyes looked over my face, studying me.
I'd been breathing so hard, but as Brian paused there, just looking at me, I calmed considerably. He was hard, his cock was straining up against the side of my knee. I knew he was horny as hell, and yet, for some reason here he was, hesitating.
"Brian?" I whispered.
He blinked, then gave my lips a gentle kiss. He tipped his head forward and touched his forehead to mine, his eyes closed. I couldn't help but notice my heart fluttered like crazy when he did. Brian leaned down and kissed my chin, then started sliding down along me. Oh, God. He slid my shirt up and kissed all over my stomach. His hands found my boyshorts and tugged them down to my ankles.
When his lips pressed against my pussy, I couldn't believe it. It was all I could do not to scream. A rather loud moan did manage to escape my open mouth, but I restrained it as much as I could. I was never sure how thick his walls were.
He kissed me right there again, then I felt his tongue. I cried out in ecstasy. Was he really going down on me? Maybe he was more fucked up than I thought.
Brian moaned as he ate me out, the vibration moving from his mouth onto me. I could barely stand it already at that point. It wasn't long at all before I came — and came hard.
I heard one last grunt from Brian before he brought himself up to face-level with me again. I looked into his eyes, totally in shock still, but so beyond blissed out and completely relaxed, my body sinking heavily into his bed.
Brian stroked the side of my face once more, holding me as he leaned in to give me a long kiss. I brought my hand to rest on top of his as I kissed him back. I couldn't believe I was tasting myself on him. After he broke the kiss, he wrapped his arms under me and slid me up until I was completely on the bed, my head resting on one of his pillows.
Silently, he gripped the bottom of my shirt and I let him pull it off over my head. Next, he reached down and removed my underwear from where they were hanging onto my feet. Both of us completely nude now, still no words exchanged. Brian layed down next to me on his side, slid one arm across me and pulled me into him, claiming me as his little spoon. I moved easily at his suggestion. My body seemed to crave this contact, and I was beyond eager to be held by him this way.
My eyes glanced lazily out through his windows at the pale yellow streetlight reflecting on the brick building across the way as Brian wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands found the top of mine and he brought it to rest there. He gave me one last kiss at the base of my neck, then heavily dropped his head against the pillow. Less than a minute later, I could feel he was asleep.