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Steve rapped sharply on the paint chipped door, trying to evade the driving rain. It was a minute, before he heard someone calling, "Hold on to your fucking knickers! I'm coming.? Steve grinned to himself. For one of his stature, he sure had a big voice. His musing was interrupted, as the door was yanked open to reveal Brian Molko wearing only his boxers and sporting a very noticeable erection. Steve blushed as The Small One beamed. "Stevie! Oh sorry about the yelling--I thought you were someone else."

"Um, am I interrupting something?" Steve asked, scratching his head, and trying not to stare. Brian giggled.

"Another minute, and you would have been. If you hadn't knocked the shite out of our door, Gypsum would have had me flat on my arse, tied to the bedpost. But you came in just the nick of time." He grinned cheekily. "Come on in, I'll just nip off to the loo for a minute, pressing matters you know." He winked and stepped back. "Um help yourself to whatever you can find in the fridge. There should be some manner of booze." Steve stepped inside and Brian shut the door. "Gyp!" Brian shouted. "Steve's here!"

"Who?" Came a muffled shout.

"The drummer, Gyp!" A second later a tousle haired girl appeared, wearing nothing but a red lace bra and matching panties. Steve blinked quickly in succession. What the bleeding hell had he walked in on?

"Hello." Gyp said brightly, cocking her head to one side and examining Steve.

"Gyp, we should probably get dressed before we give poor Stevie a heart attack." Brian giggled. Steve frowned slightly at the nickname but didn't say anything. He was sure Brian didn't mean any harm by it...and it was kind of endearing--Brian gestured towards the couch. "We'll only be a minute. Geo should be here anytime, and then we can get started." Steve nodded looking around at the room and everything in it, intent on not staring at the half dressed couple. Gypsum disappeared back into the bedroom to get dressed, and Brian made a dash for the loo, presumably to take care of his hard on. Wrinkling his nose in thought, Steve took Brian up on his offer and examined the contents of the fridge. The food all appeared to be catered for vegetarians, and there was nothing to drink besides a bottle of vodka and several beers. Steve grabbed a beer and made his way back to the couch. He plopped down on it, popping the bottle's cap and taking a big gulp.

Halfway through his beverage, Gypsum re-appeared fully dressed (well nearly fully as her top consisted of very sheer lace), complete with dark eyeliner and black lipstick. She wasn't bad looking Steve decided as Gypsum sat down in the chair across from him. "So, you're Steve Hewitt are you?" Steve nodded. "Brian was positively twittering last night when he came back from the club. You apparently made quite an impression on him." Steve shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"What do you play?" He changed the subject, trying to move the focus away from him.

"I'm the vocalist and keyboardist." She said tapping her black varnished nails on the chair arm. "Brian's lead guitarist and Geo's bassist." Steve nodded.

"And you and Brian are--?" Gypsum laughed.

"Oh no! He's my best friend."

"But--" Gypsum shrugged her eyes twinkling.

"Our friendship just has a lot of benefits." She said. "I mean we dated for a year after we graduated from school, but it just wasn't for us." Steve nodded, mulling this over.

"I see." Brian re-emerged, now dressed in a tight black top and short leather skirt. He plopped down next to Steve and snatched up the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table.

"Ciggy?" He asked offering the pack to Gyp and Steve. Gyp declined, but Steve took one, feeling the sudden urge for nicotine to calm his fluttering nerves. For some reason the sight of Brian wearing girls clothing just sent his nerves on the fritz. Brian flicked his lighter, lit his fag, and then tossed the lighter to Steve. He took a long drag on his cigarette and settled back on the couch. Steve lit up and passed the lighter back to Brian, who dropped it carelessly next to the pack of cigarettes. Steve had just opened his mouth in an attempt to relieve the silence, when the door opened and a tall tan man strode in, toting a guitar case.

"Nice of you to join us, Giovanni." Gypsum smirked. Giovanni smacked her arm lightly.

"Oh c'mon guys, I'm only a couple minutes late." He said with a slight accent. He spotted Steve and grinned. "Ah, and I take it you're Hewitt?" Steve inhaled the cigarette smoke and nodded.

"Well, seeing as we're all here, why don't we get started?" Brian said, leaping up from the couch, fag hanging loosely from his mouth. Gypsum and Steve followed suit, following him into the next room that served as their 'studio'. "Sorry this isn't the best drum kit." Brian said ruefully to Steve. "Jack's got his at his apartment, and this is just the practice set." Steve nodded.

"It's alright. I'll bring my own for the gigs."

"Cool, that." Brian said brightly. "So you wanna warm up, then we'll start going through our songs--how do you learn best?"

"Just start playing, and I'll pick it up. Then you can tell me what you liked and didn't like, and I'll build off that." Brian nodded, and picked up his rather beat up guitar from its rack. Geo strolled into the room and removed his bass guitar from its case.

"Hey Gyp, we got the mike fixed didn't we?? Gypsum looked up from dragging the keyboard closer to the mike stand.

"Yup."

"Good. I was tired of not hearing your gorgeous voice over my brilliant playing." He winked at Gypsum and wrapped the guitar strap around his neck. Steve settled himself down on the stool sitting behind the drum kit, pulling out his drumsticks from his coat pocket. He then proceeded to test out the kit, going through a beat of his own devising. When he was finished he gave Brian the thumbs up. Brian grinned. "Alright, let's start with Placid Waters." Brian directed. Gyp and Geo nodded. Brian pointed to Geo who started plucking out a slow bass line. Brian, his eyes closed, nodded his head counting silently, and then plunged into the song. The bass line picked up, and Brian began a rhythm that was anything but placid. Steve was surprised that Brian was capable of coaxing such a beautiful sound from his beat up guitar, which appeared as if it had received a few drunken smashes somewhere along the line. He nodded his head along, following the pattern of the changes in rhythm. Gypsum leaned into the mike and began the song:

"These waters.

Placid waters.

Liquid sin,

Beautiful sin." Confident in the pattern, Steve started in. Brian nodded approvingly.

"Never win.

These calm waters." Careful to keep his drumming with the song, Steve let himself examine Brian. Every move he made on his guitar was fluid and effeminate. He was short for a man, and Steve was sure that Gypsum was at least two inches taller than him. The sight before him should have been comical: a man in a skirt playing a violent rhythm on a battered guitar, while banging his head and jumping up and down every once in a while--but it wasn't. For some reason, Steve felt drawn to him. While he appeared to be a seductress in every sense of the word, Steve couldn't help but feel that there was a childish side to this Nancy boy.

******

Several hours later, they had ceased practice, and Gypsum and Geo had straggled off to a bar, presumably to shag and get high. Brian placed his guitar back on its rack and looked up at Steve. "Thanks for doing this. You've been a real life saver." Steve nodded and smiled. "You're really an amazing drummer." Brian continued making sure everything was in the right position. Steve laughed.

"Well thanks." Brian grinned.

"You want something to drink?" He asked, sounding a tad nervous. Steve shrugged and nodded.

"Sure."

"Cool." Steve followed Brian back down the hall to the kitchen and lounge. "Vodka or Beer?"

"I'll take the vodka." Steve said settling down on the couch. Brian yanked open the fridge and pulled out the bottle before snatching up two tumblers from the counter. He crossed back to Steve and settled himself down next to him. He filled the two glasses and handed one to Steve, before taking a small drink of his own. He leaned back against the armrest, pulling his legs up and tucking them beneath him self. They drank their vodka in silence, and when they were finished Brian refilled the glasses. Steve slowly lost count of how much he was drinking until what he had been dieing to know all evening finally came spilling out.

"So, can I ask you something personal?" Steve asked, sipping at his vodka.

"Sure thing Steve." Brian said with a small grin, almost as if he knew what was coming.

"Are you--you know--gay?" He stammered. Brian giggled and Steve blushed in embarrassment.

"I don't like to classify myself, but if I had to, I'd be bisexual. I like both." Steve sat in silence thinking about this. "So I take it, you're straight?" Steve nodded.

"Yeah."

"Hm. That's unfortunate." Steve frowned slightly and looked over at Brian.

"Why's that?"

"Because you're gorgeous." Brian stated matter-of-factly. Steve felt his stomach flip-flop.

"Oh--um thanks." Brian laughed again.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you." Steve nodded silently, not quite sure if Brian's promise made him happy or depressed. Brian cocked his head to one side.

"Am I sensing a little confusion here?" Steve was silent for a minute, wondering if he trusted him--he was a stranger after all. Finally he nodded.

"Just a little." He admitted. Brian shifted an inch closer, and Steve's heart fluttered slightly.

"That's ok, Stevie." Brian cooed softly. "A lot of people aren't quite sure. It's quite common."

"It's just that--I mean I can tell I'm attracted to you, but you're a man. But my brain just doesn't seem to want to comprehend that." Not knowing what else to do, Steve took a rather large gulp of his vodka, wincing as his throat burned. Brian slid closer yet.

"Do you want me to help you find out for yourself?" Brian purred. Steve swallowed, his hands trembling. He flinched slightly as Brian's tiny hand somehow made its way onto his abdomen, crawling up under his shirt. Steve wasn't able to talk as his breath was coming in short gasps now. "Hm, Stevie?"

He really was attracted to him--did that make him gay? As if Brian could read his thoughts, he squirmed in closer, whispering, "Shagging me won't make you gay, you know."

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Steve asked, chewing his lip, surprised at himself for even considering it.

"Of course not, Stevie. It'll be our little secret, yeah?" Steve wrinkled his nose and then downed the rest of his vodka.

"Ok, then--but you'll have to show me--you know. I don't know what--what to do..."

"Don't worry, love. I'll help you." Brian murmured.

Brian struggled to his feet and then held out his perfect delicate hand. Steve hesitated a second longer, and then took it. The smile that spread across Brian's face was so sweet it made Steve's heart flutter again. Steve hauled himself to his feet and awkwardly followed Brian down the hall to the bedroom. The two stepped inside, and Brian carefully closed the door.

"What about Gypsum?" Steve asked fretfully. Brian shook his head.

"Don't worry about her, love. She and Geo always end up fucking when they get stoned. They'll just stumble back to Geo's place and hide out for the next thirty hours. Trust me." Steve nodded uneasily. Brian crossed over to the bed and sat down on the edge, patting the spot next to him. Steve swallowed and crawled onto the bed. Brian trailed his hand down Steve's arm, causing the drummer to shiver. "Tell me if you get uncomfortable, sweetie." Brian said gently as he moved towards Steve. Steve nodded. Brian leant in and caught Steve's lips in a tender kiss. Though he was feeling more than slightly ill at ease, Steve let his arms come around Brian, pulling him closer. Brian flicked out his tongue, begging Steve to open his lips. Obliging, Steve let Brian's tongue wander into his mouth and entwine with his own. Brian moaned into Steve's mouth, and the drummer felt a shiver of excitement run through his body down to his cock, which twitched awake in interest.

Ever the mind reader, Brian snuck his hand down to Steve's waistband and slipped it inside. Steve gasped as the cool fingers ran through his pubic hair and then caressed his cock. "Like that, Stevie baby?" Brian whispered. Steve nodded frantically, his long hair falling in his face. "Good." Brian sounded pleased. Steve's dick twitched again as Brian removed his hand. He let out a strangled whimper at the sudden lack of warmth causing Brian to giggle. "Calm down, love." He gripped Steve's shirt and slid it up his chest, and over his head. Steve shook his head, aiding Brian in the removal process.

It was Brian's turn to moan now, as he gazed adoringly at Steve's tan chest. He pushed Steve down onto his back, and sat astride him, drawing random patterns across his bare flesh. Leaning down, he began to suck on Steve's right nipple. Steve arched his back slightly, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth. His powerful arms flexed, gripping the sheets, as Brian's teeth grazed the tender pink flesh.

"Oh god." Steve managed. Brian grinned against him, and then slid his tongue down Steve's chest, completing several loops around his navel, and progressing down as far as Steve's jeans would allow. He sat up and pouted at no one in particular, as if Steve's pants had mortally offended him.

"Mmm, Stevie Baby! Excited are we?" Brian smirked, running his hand over the bulge in Steve's jeans.

"Don't--don't tease me, Brian." Steve croaked. Brian fluttered his eyelashes.

"Would never dream of it." He purred while unsnapping the jeans, and ever-so-slowly unzipping Steve's fly. Raising his hips off the bed slightly, Steve helped Brian yank his jeans down and over his ankles, leaving him in only his boxers. Brian let his eyes flutter shut briefly at the sight of Steve's boxers already damp with pre-cum. "Now it's time for little Steven to come out!" Brian giggled, sounding much like a fourteen-year-old girl. He pulled down Steve's boxers with startling force. And then silence. Steve struggled to a sitting position.

"What's wrong?" He asked nervously. Brian, his jaw hanging open slightly, was staring at Steve's cock in apparent astonishment. Steve blushed in humiliation before a devilish gleam began to sparkle in Brian's eyes.

"Mr. Hewitt!" Brian squealed excitedly. "I am proud to inform you that you have now far surpassed any man I've shagged merely by default! You, Stevie Baby are a tripod!" Steve fell back on the bed, laughing uproariously. Brian folded his arms in mock pout. "How am I supposed to compete with that, eh?" Feeling slightly less tense, Steve pulled Brian down on top of him.

"Well a good way to start, is to get rid of these sodding clothes!" Brian grinned delightedly and wriggled out of the skirt, carelessly kicking the garment aside. He relished the feel of Steve's large but gentle hands lifting his shirt up, where it joined the skirt in a puddle on the ground. Steve ran his hands over the lace material covering Brian's miniature arse. He helped Brian squirm out of the material, and then curiously ran his hand over Brian's previously neglected cock. Brian moaned his approval thrusting into Steve's hand. While not a turn off, the sight and feel of Brian's cock didn't exactly turn Steve on. Brian's hand reached in-between them and began stroking Steve in the same rhythm. After allowing several moans to come from his lips, Brian shook Steve's hand off.

"That's very nice, love, but I want to feel that giant cock of yours inside me." He surveyed Steve lustfully. "So let's get you ready shall we?" Giving Steve a seductive look, Brian slid down Steve and teasingly licked the head of Steve's cock. A spasm went through Steve's body, making Brian giggle devilishly before taking him fully in his mouth. Steve had never come across someone so talented at giving him head. If it had been an Olympic sport, Brian would have taken gold. Brian's tongue expertly swirled around his head, and then up and down his length, before deep-throating him. A mixture of obscenities escaped Steve's mouth.

"Oh Jesus--Fuck--Christ!" He yelled as Brian's head bobbed back and forth. Brian giggled again, sending the most amazing vibrations up through his body.

"Careful," Brian managed without removing Steve completely from his mouth. "No Blasphemy." He winked.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" Steve reprimanded breathlessly. Eyes glittering, Brian removed his lips, and sat up, while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"She tried, but I didn't take. So sorry." Brian clambered over Steve, reaching for the bedside table, and knocking the wind out of the drummer at the same time.

"Oompf." Steve grunted.

"Whoopsie." Brian tittered, removing a condom and a pack of lubrication from the drawer. He slithered back down, seemingly managing to touch every part of Steve"s body in the process. God, he was talented.

"Aren't--aren't you going to suck me off, some more?" Steve asked in disappointment. Brian laughed.

"No, but I promise you, you get to put your dick somewhere much better." He grinned cheekily, and tore open the condom. Steve reached for it, but Brian held it to his chest.

"Mine!" Steve blinked and dropped his arm.

"Okaaay..." Brian batted his eyelashes innocently at him and then trailed his fingers over Steve's now completely erect cock. After a few loving caresses, Brian slipped the rubber over his head, and carefully rolled it down, all the while, keeping eye contact with Steve. Steve's breathing was coming in painfully short gasps, and it didn't help matters when Brian ripped open the lube package with his teeth and began to squeeze it onto his fingers. Steve yelped as the cool gel made contact with his burning cock.

"Shush, naughty boy!" Brian admonished. He slowly rubbed the lube over Steve's cock and then gestured for Steve to give him his hand.

"What? Why?"

"Well Stevie baby, love, I have to admit, I've never had someone of your erm--stature inside me (as the guys I do are normally Nancy Boys), and it'll help if you use your fingers to stretch me out a tad." Steve looked confused and slightly edgy. "It's alright love, I'll guide your hand." Steve held out his hand, and Brian slid up so that he was straddling the drummer's chest. Brian brought Steve's hand up under him so that his fingers brushed his entrance. Brian emitted a soft moan. "Alright, baby. Feel that? I want you to put your finger in, move it around a bit, and then add another, and then a third. This'll just help me with the pain." He noticed Steve's slightly disgusted look. "Just pretend I'm a girl, if that helps." He offered. Steve wrinkled his nose, a gesture that Brian was beginning to recognize as Steve thinking, and then gently pressed one finger inside.

Brian bit down on his tongue and pressed back down on Steve's finger. "Ooh." He sighed. "Now that's it--just--just move it around--yeah--just like--just like that." Brian's eyelids flickered as Steve pressed his second finger inside, and then his third, gently stretching and probing. "Good, good." Brian panted. He was in danger of coming prematurely--Steve's fingers were moving in just the right way. "Ok." Brian gasped. A second later, Steve removed his hand. Brian rolled off Steve, lying on his back. "Alright, Stevie B." He said, having shortened the 'baby' in an attempt to conserve oxygen. "Now just put your dick where your fingers were, and start drumming." He grinned, a slight sheen of sweat covering his skin. Steve looked at Brian dubiously.

"But you're so little--what if I crush you?" Brian giggled.

"Don't worry about it. I like it rough. So shove your dick up my arse before I loose my temper, Drummerboy!" Steve grinned and repositioned himself. Brian wrapped his legs around Steve's back, and felt the first jarring shivers of intense pain as Steve did as he was told. Brian moaned loudly as Steve first pushed himself inside, and the drummer stopped swiftly.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked anxiously. Brian shook his head quickly his eyes squeezed shut.

"It's ok." He gasped. "It's a good pain. Just go all the way in, and give me a second to adjust. It'll go away." Still dubious, Steve gently eased his way inside, and went still. Brian's eyes flickered open. "Ok, Stevie B. Fuck my brains out!" Steve pulled out slowly, marvelling at how much tighter Brian was in comparison to every woman he had ever shagged. And then as he slid back in again, Brian emitted the most delicious high keening sounds Steve had ever heard in his life. "Oh God! Go faster Steve!" Steve complied, feeling sweat trickle down the nape of his neck, and down his spine. He began to go faster with each thrust, watching with fascination as Brian took himself in his hands and began to jack off violently. "Mmmh! Oooohh!" Steve thrust into him with more energy, sliding his chest along Brian's and feeling the burning friction.

Brian arched under him as Steve hit his pleasure point, and his mouth opened in a silent screech, while his hands twitched around his own cock. Delighted at his reaction, Steve pulled out and rocked back in to the same point. This time, Brian let out a full scream, thrusting his hips upwards into Steve. Brian's scream sent shivers of intense pleasure rocketing through Steve. He moved harder and faster, feeling Brian writhe beneath him.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, Steve gripped Brian to him, letting his tongue run across Brian's neck. "Ahh--mmmm." Steve let out a primal howl, and then collapsed on top of Brian who came seconds after him. The two lay panting heavily, and Steve eventually managed to roll off Brian to allow him to breathe.

"So." Brian wheezed a minute later. "How was I?" Steve chuckled weakly, stroking Brian's hair back from his face.

"Quite nice." He admitted. "I mean the sex was fantastic. And while I'm not overly fond of your cock there, it wasn't unpleasant in the slightest. I think its still women in general for me, though." Brian wrinkled his nose.

"Well, I tried." He said. Steve laughed.

"Yes you did. And it was a valiant effort." Steve settled down in the bed and then paused before his head hit the pillow. "Um--did you want me to go?" He asked awkwardly. Brian grinned and cuddled up to him.

"As long as you don't mind me snuggling you all night, you can stay for as long as you want Stevie B." Steve matched Brian's grin and pulled Brian closer.

"Deal."

*****

Steve didn't know what exactly to think. He supposed he should be feeling disgusted with himself for sleeping with a man--or even confused for that matter, but he couldn't bring himself to muster the effort. For some reason, there was no confusion in Steve's mind. He was of the opinion that you should try everything at least once just so you knew what you really wanted. He had fucked a man (a pretty one at that) and found himself still straight. He still thought Brian attractive, but no longer felt the need to shag his brains out. Although, there was something about the small man now slumbering peacefully in his arms that just made Steve's heart melt. Having slept with him, Steve was now able to see past his sexuality. Brian was an enigma and an open book at the same time. He was foolish and slightly spoiled, and yet he made Steve smile fondly whenever he thought of him. How long had Steve known him now? Forty-eight hours? Two fucking days and Steve was already prepared to do anything to stay in Brian's life.

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