"Don't worry about it." He said sounding just as nervous. It was Brian's first day back at school since the 'incident'. When it had become apparent that Brian was no more capable of walking home the next morning than he had been the night before, Gyp had called Brian's mother. And true to her spirit, Mrs. Molko had immediately taken Brian to the hospital. It hadn't been a particularly pleasant visit, especially when the doctors became frustrated that he wouldn't tell them who had beat him up. Although he did get to stay home from school for the rest of the week, and part of the next, so Brian wasn't complaining too much. Brian's father had been informed that Brian had been involved in a gang fight, and had given the other boys 'what for' before they overcame him. While the story got Brian grounded for a week on the principal that he shouldn't be fighting, (the same week he spent immobile at home anyways), it saved him from dealing with his father's 'disappointed' fists for being a 'pansy'.
It was funny how all of the jocks had appeared to be avoiding Brian as he hobbled from class to class (he had left the crutches at home, but his ankle was still sore). Gyp rarely left Brian's side, giving everyone the evil eye, as if daring them to even look at Brian. While it became a little tiring after a while, it did make Brian feel much better to know that he had someone looking out for him.
"I uh, hope Gyp wasn't too hard on you." Brian said taking a stab at starting a conversation. Stefan shook his head and then shrugged.
"She wasn't too bad--besides she was just worried about you. She has every right to be mad at me--the jocks weren't too nice to her either."
"True." Brian said shifting uncomfortably.
"So uh, how's the pain? Did the doctors give you anything?" Brian grinned.
"Yeah! They gave me this really strong stuff--but I have a history of abusing meds." He shrugged and wrinkled his nose. "So my mom hides it and only gives me the allotted dosage." Stefan didn't know how to respond to that.
"Oh."
Brian laughed. "Not a big deal, really. But no chance of recreation." Again, Stefan had no idea how to respond. Brian raised his eyebrows.
"You've never done that?" Stefan shook his head and then shrugged. "What kind of sick universe are you jocks living in?" Stefan laughed.
"You forget I'm not a jock anymore." Brian frowned.
"Did you get kicked off the team?" He asked concernedly. Stefan shook his head.
"No, they can't do that. I resigned."
"Why?" Brian asked in shock.
"Basketball's not worth having to deal with Marcus, Ian, Ben, and the rest of those idiots. I got labelled, and now the rest of the school knows." Brian frowned.
"I'm really sorry--I know that's my fault." Stefan shrugged.
"It would have come out sooner or later. To be honest, I'm surprised Ian kept it quiet as long as he did..."
"Do--do you mind me asking what happened?" Brian asked tentatively. Stefan shook his head.
"Nah. Ian walked in on me kissing some bloke I had met at the cinema. Nothing scarring, but I managed to convince Ian not to tell anyone. To be honest, I'm not quite sure why he didn't. I mean you know him, he's homophobic and--" Stefan trailed off, shrugging. "I think I told him some cock and bull story about pent up hormones or some shit..."
"How long ago was that?" Brian asked. Stefan squinted as he thought.
"A year ago?"
"But I mean, if it hadn't been for me, you could have probably made it to the end of the year without anyone finding out, and then you would have graduated, and no one would have ever known."
"I was tired of hiding, Brian." Stefan said. "I know I told you that you'd ruined my life, but to be honest, I don't think I've ever felt so liberated." He grinned. "I was going to come out before I left school anyways. It just happened sooner than I had planned. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, I'm sorry. I think I was just a little shocked--and you were sitting in my lap, looking particularly stunning." He grinned as Brian blushed.
"I thought you didn't like girls." Brian muttered.
"Well, who said I thought you looked like one?" Brian frowned. "Brian, I knew you were a boy."
"Oh--then why didn't you say anything?" Brian asked, perplexed.
"Because even I need a laugh here and there, Brian." Brian giggled.
"Really."
"Yes." There was silence for a minute as Brian examined his fingers. "Um, Brian?"
"Yeah?"
"There's this new film coming out," He ran his hand through his hair. "And I was wondering if you--you know, wanted to go?" Great Stefan, don't even tell him the name of the film! Stefan nearly hit himself, but then paused as Brian grinned.
"Sure!"
"Really? You mean it?"
"Yeah! So, this is like a--a date, right?" Stefan nodded nervously. Brian's grin became, if possible, even bigger. "Perfect."
Stefan's heart leapt. "Great!" He stopped himself from lunging at Brian and hugging him like an insane maniac--but just barely. "Great." He said again. "Um, are you free tonight?" Brian nodded.
"What time?"
"It's not like I do my homework anyway, so whenever it suits your fancy, is fine with me."
Stefan would have dearly loved to say that Brian suited his fancy more than anything, but he refrained. "Well I think the film starts at 7:30..." Brian beamed.
"Excellent." Stefan grinned back, feeling rather giddy.
"Um--I'll pick you up around seven, then?" Brian nodded happily. "I think I can get my dad's car." Brian looked like he was about to burst.
"That'd be awesome!" He paused a minute. "So--do I have a dress code or anything?" Stefan looked at him puzzled.
"What?"
"Well I was just thinking that I might upset you if I showed up looking like people's worst idea of a fag." He blushed, and Stefan blinked.
"Of course not! Brian--" Stefan swallowed as he felt his face grow hot. "Brian I want you to dress how you wanna dress, and not worry what the fuck anyone else says." Brian smiled shyly.
"Ok. So--I'll see you tonight then?"
"Tonight." Brian grinned and then quite suddenly swore.
"Fuck! I've gotta go, Stefan. See you tonight!" He turned and scampered off with a wave.
*******
Brian pounded on Gypsum's door. "Gyp I need help!" He said frantically. The door opened a second later revealing a worried Gyp.
"What is it Brian?" She gasped staring at his flushed face. "What's wrong?"
"Gyp, hurry! I only have three hours to get ready!"
"To get ready for what?" Gyp asked bewildered.
"My date!" Brian squealed shrilly.
****
Biting his lip, the small boy smiled shyly. "Hey."
"Hey." Stefan breathed, momentarily unable to tear his eyes away Brian's slim body. He was wearing tight black girl's jeans (which only served to make his gender terribly pronounced) and an equally tight red tanktop. fingers were painted a bright crimson. But it was his face that threatened to reduce Stefan to a quivering puddle of libido. Brian's hair, usually messy and unkempt, had been gelled with glitter and neatly combed behind his ears. Ebony kohl rimmed his sparkling eyes and his lips were glossed to sumptuous perfection. "I--I was afraid you'd changed your mind--it didn't look like anyone was home." Brian rolled his seductive eyes.
"My parents are at a Banking party, or some such shit. It was really great timing though, as my parents would have killed me if I'd come downstairs looking like this--They don't know yet." Brian added, noting Stefan?s inquiring gaze.
"Ah." There was a moment of awkward silence as Stefan attempted to mentally inform his cock that it was not needed as of yet. "You look really nice." He finally choked out. Brian blushed.
"Thanks."
"I mean really nice." Brian giggled.
"You're not so bad yourself." He teased.
"Thanks." Stefan laughed. He paused and then gestured to the car.
"You ready to go?" Brian beamed.
"Yeah." Hesitantly, Stefan placed his hand on the small of Brian's back and ushered him towards the car, thanking God that his father had allowed him to use the Jaguar. Stefan opened the passenger door for Brian, watching him flutter his eyelashes and smile shyly before sliding in. Stefan closed the door and jogged around to the driver side, unable to resist a satisfied grin before he got in.
********
Brian settled down in his chair, careful not to spill the soda on the shirt that Gyp had bought for him for his last birthday. A second later, Stefan sat down next to him, putting his arm around Brian's shoulders. Brian fought the wild urge to start giggling in giddiness, and instead nestled into Stefan's arm, resting his head on Stefan's shoulder. In response, Stefan's arm tightened around him, and he placed his own head on top of Brian's. Brian had always prided himself on his ability to keep his emotions low key, but now just being held by Stefan made him feel like an overly horny teenage girl.
Brian attempted to pay attention to the film for at least the first ten minutes. But it became increasingly difficult to focus when Stefan began rubbing small circles on Brian's arm with his thumb. Brian swallowed hard, throwing all energy into understanding what was happening on the screen. His heart skipped forward a beat as Stefan's thumb skated across Brian's bare arm and then onto his collarbone. He sucked in a ragged breath and glanced over. Stefan's eyes were fixed on the screen, but a tiny smile was playing across his lips. Huh. Two could play at that game. Brian discreetly watched Stefan grab the soda and bring the straw to his lips. Smirking, Brian slid his hand across Stefan's leg, up his thigh, and onto his crotch with a gentle squeeze. Predictably, Stefan sucked in suddenly on the straw, and spluttered. He wrenched the soda away, coughing with his eyes wide, still fixed on the screen. Brian stifled a satisfied laugh as he began to gently massage Stefan's cock through his jeans.
Stefan bit his lip, clenching the armrests in a death grip. Brian leaned closer, putting his head on Stefan's shoulder again. "You like that, Stef?" He whispered. Stefan moaned in response, now placing his own hand on top of Brian's. "I'll take that as a yes." Brian giggled. Stefan's nails were digging into his hand as he rubbed his palm against the seam of Stefan's jeans.
Slowly and delicately, Brian manoeuvred his small fingers up to Stefan's waistband and unsnapped his jeans. Stefan twitched beneath him, grabbing Brian's shoulder suddenly and yanking him towards his mouth. Brian barely had time to register his shock before Stefan's mouth was covering his own hungrily. Fortunately for Stefan, Brian's mouth had been open in surprise allowing for Stefan's tongue to shove it's way in without any obstacles. Brian moaned into Stefan's mouth and proceeded to unzip the taller boy's pants as their tongues intertwined. Also just as fortunately, the two had decided to sit in the back row of the theatre. Stefan knocked the armrest out of the way and pulled Brian halfway into his lap, keeping his lips locked on Brian's. However this made it extremely difficult for Brian's hand to keep contact with Stefan's partially hardened cock, as he was now sitting on him. Squirming uncomfortably, Brian slithered more into Stefan's lap, sliding his legs around until he was straddling Stefan's hips and no longer facing the screen.
Brian was aware of several people giving them disgusted glances, but he ignored them. He slipped his hand inside Stefan's jeans and under the elastic of his boxers. Stefan bit down on his lip, his eyes screwed shut in an attempt to keep from yelling. "How much do you want me?" Brian murmured in Stefan's ear.
"More than I can fucking say!" Stefan rasped. Brian smirked. Brian allowed his fingers to dance across Stefan's bare skin and then back up to his navel. "Brian, please!"
"We're in a movie theatre, Stef." Brian reminded him, trailing his tongue across Stefan's jaw line.
"I don't fucking care!" Stefan moaned, arching his back as Brian's fingers once again found his erection.
"I don't think the owners of the theatre would appreciate you cumming all over their velvet seats, baby." Brian purred. Stefan's glazed eyes met Brian's.
"Then let me cum inside you." Brian stilled all movement, his mouth partially open, and his breathing heavy.
"Stef--"
"Please, Brian. I need you." Brian licked his lips.
"Have--have you ever--?" Stefan nodded, brushing Brian's collarbone.
"What about you?" Brian swallowed and looked away, before shaking his head.
"No." He whispered.
