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Title:
Only You: Epilogue
Author:
Stealthlamb
Spoilers:
Season 3 episode 302
Warnings:
Language, Slight Ben Bashing and Mikey angst
Summary:
A skeleton comes a falling out of Ben's closet. Unfortunately he's still got
some flesh on his bones and a revelation or two for poor little Mikey.
Pairing:
Be/M, B/M
Author's
Note: I don't know where this came from. I like Ben but muses will be muses and
this one wouldn't shut up. Thanks to Logansmoneypenney for her much needed
support and input, and Polly and PatG for their fabulous beta work. Any
remaining mistakes are all mine.
Archive: Always and ATP
Brian ran his fingers through
the tangled mop of raven curls, securely tucked beneath his chin. Emotionally
exhausted, Michael had drifted off to sleep in his arms.
"I can’t decide whether
or not it’s a good thing that you passed out, Mikey," Brian whispered,
adjusting his throbbing cock and placing a gentle kiss against Michael’s
temple. After a few more minutes of affectionate petting, Brian carefully
shimmied out from underneath the sleeping form.
"I'll be back
soon." Quickly, he jotted down a note and left it on the nightstand next
his softly snoring friend, but not before pausing a minute to let his eyes
travel across Michael’s deliciously solid silhouette. With a steadying sigh,
Brian adjusted the silk sheet that covered him.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
~~~~
The sharp rap on the door was
expected. Ben didn’t flinch, not even when he heard the key in the lock and the
door quietly click closed. The smell of cologne hit him first, and he knew in
an instant that it wasn’t Michael.
Michael didn’t wear cologne.
He didn’t bother to turn the lights on, much less to turn around. “How is he?”
“Stupid question from such a
supposedly smart man.” Absently, Brian took note of the suitcases, boxes and
crates lined up next to the door. “Didn’t take you long to make your decision.”
“I didn’t… I can’t…” Ben
sighed wearily. "I never expected Jeffrey to want an 'US', you know.”
"Is that supposed to
make the fact that you used Mikey okay?" Brian sounded composed, like he’d
just been waiting for Ben to fuck this up.
Ben spun around angrily.
"That’s rich coming from you. I
didn’t use him!"
"No, you just ripped his
heart out. And now you’re running out on him."
"I never wanted to hurt Michael. I love him. With all of my heart, I love him.”
“Obviously not all of it.”
Brian sniffed.
“What am I supposed to do,
Brian?" Ben snapped. "I can't make that commitment to him when I
don't even know what I want anymore. I tried to tell him in the beginning, that
we might not be ready. I just don’t know if I can give him what he needs
now."
"He has what he
needs." Brian stated simply.
That stung, but Ben had to
acknowledge the truth in that sentiment.
"See, I always knew
you’d come to claim him someday. I was just keeping him company while he
waited." Ben pulled his glasses off and rubbed tiredly at his eyes.
“Tell yourself
whatever you need to, Professor.” Brian closed the distance between them, his
anger barely contained. "But that’s
where you’re wrong. I was the one
waiting. Always. He would have been perfectly content to live out his remaining
days with you. Don't forget, those are your bags packed by the door."
"So, what now, Brian?
You two are together? The whore of Liberty Avenue is going to give up tricking,
just like that?" Ben grew defensive.
Brian shrugged as he plucked
a picture of himself and Michael off the fridge. "It’s whatever Mikey
wants it to be.” He let the barbs roll off of his back, the picture in his hand
making him grin from ear to ear.
“He deserves to be
happy." Holding up the picture, Brian grinned. “He does look happy here
though, doesn’t he?”
“He’s not completely guilt
free in this, you know. There were plenty of nights where I was the one home alone, waiting for him to come back
to me. And just where was he? Huh, Brian? Do you really expect me to believe
that given the same choice, Michael would hesitate to choose you?” Ben’s tone
was accusatory.
“Yes, I think he would. Other
people’s happiness is what drives Michael to make the decisions that he does.
He chose you. He risked his life
to be with you. Don’t you ever forget that. THAT was his decision."
"I don’t believe this.
You’ve hurt him countless times. For years, and I’m
the one that’s going to come out of this relationship looking like the bad
guy."
“I wouldn’t worry too much
about it, Professor. If I know Mikey, he'll have nothing but fond memories of
you...” Brian reached for the doorknob and noticed Ben’s apartment keys on the
table. As a final gesture of claim, Brian deliberately made a show of pocketing
them.
“Besides, he’ll be over you
in no time.”
“I never stood a chance at
winning him back, anyway.” Ben thought aloud, a deep sadness settling into his
heart. “Did I?”
“You never had him to begin
with.” Brian turned. “Hey,” he added as an afterthought. “…good luck with…”
“Jeffrey.”
“Yeah, whatever. Don’t be a
stranger, teach.” Brian added quietly, and Ben knew it was completely for
Michael’s benefit. It was probably the most unselfish gesture that Brian Kinney
would ever make, and never own up to. “Keep in touch. He’ll want to know how
you’re doing.”
As the door closed,
Ben couldn’t hold back a smile, bittersweet though it may be. He was sure that
Michael would eventually forgive him. It just wasn’t in his nature to hold a
grudge. But most importantly, if Brian’s little display was anything to go by,
he would be well taken care of.
If there was one
thing that Ben had to admit that he hated most about Brian Kinney, it was the
undeniable fact that he could make Michael happy.
*****************
He slid the door closed
slowly, wincing at the unavoidable grating the wheels made against the track.
Pausing, he listened for any signs of movement in the loft, but the air
remained still and silent.
With a relieved and weary
sigh, Brian tossed his jacket over the closest kitchen stool and toed off his
shoes. Beginning to work the buttons on his shirt, he cautiously approached his
bedroom. He hadn't awakened Michael, but by the state of disarray the bedding
was in, his friend hadn’t gotten that much sleep anyway.
The dipping of the bed had
Michael instantly jarred from his light slumber, his big, beautiful eyes
blinking owlishly, trying to shake off sleep. “Bri?”
Brian smiled, and reached out
to caress his friends face. “Hey.” He said softly.
“Where’ve you been?” Michael
slurred sleepily, trying to glance at the clock when he noticed Ben’s keys on
the nightstand, the brass Yale University insignia unmistakable, glowing eerily
under the blue light.
“Had some things to take care
off.”
“Ben…”
This wasn’t the time to be
mincing words. Michael was better off without the professor, and the sooner he
accepted that, the sooner he could move on. “He’s gone.”
Michael’s breath hitched as
he fought back a sob. He tried to roll away, bury his tear stained face in a
pile of pillows. He hated to admit that he was going to miss Ben so much,
especially after the earlier display in his living room with ‘Jeffrey’. But more to the point, Michael despised showing that
weakness in front of Brian. He felt well and truly pathetic.
“God,” Michael mumbled. “I’m
not even surprised. Shouldn’t I be
surprised?”
“Don’t…” A firm grasp on his
shoulder prevented his escape. “Don’t do
this to yourself and don’t hide from me, Mikey. He’s gone, but I’m here now.
I’m not going anywhere.” All Michael had to do was look into his best friend’s
eyes to see the honesty and meaning in Brian’s words. But getting Michael to
turn around and see it, was another thing.
“I love you.” Brian blurted out.
Michael rolled over, his misery replaced by a flash of irritation. Brian had to fight back a smirk; annoyance was a good look on his Mikey. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Brian. I’m not that pathetic,” he hissed.
Brian leaned in and covered Michael’s mouth with his own, smiling as he felt those full, familiar lips instantly relax against his. No matter what the circumstances, kissing Michael just felt right. Any apprehension Brian had ever had about boyfriends and love, misconceptions about relationships, it all instantly faded into bliss whenever he was close to Michael.
“I love you,” he repeated more confidently, surprised with the ease with which the words flowed. So damn right. Brian smiled brightly.
Quickly, he rolled them until
Mikey was on his back and large soulful orbs were staring trustingly up at him.
“Jesus, Mikey, I want you so bad. I always have.” He was about to add a noble,
‘in my life. And when you’re ready, in my bed,’ when an adventurous hand snaked
between his legs. Brian bit his
lip against the undignified moan that threatened to bubble up from his chest.
Michael’s expert stroking had Brian’s body instinctively dry humping against his hand, his head resting lax on Michael’s shoulder, lips next to Michael’s ear. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Brian asked, having just a moment ago been ready to wait out any substantial mourning period Michael might have needed to get over the professor.
Even with red, puffy eyes and
tear-streaked cheeks, Michael managed to look incredulous. “Are you serious?”
“About you? Always.” Brian
smiled, realizing the absurdity of the statement. Of course Michael was ready.
Probably had the hall rented and the flowers already picked out. Because if there was one thing that
Michael Novotny never doubted, it was the love that existed between him and
Brian Kinney.
“The real question is; are you ready for this? … I mean…” Michael added quickly,
“…Don’t get me wrong. I’m not asking for a happy ending or anything…”
Brian interrupted Michael
with another all consuming kiss that broke apart with, “Who said anything about
an ending?”
“Shhhh, Mikey. Right now,
that’s all I want you to do. Feel.” At the sharp grind of Brian’s hips against
his groin, Michael’s eyes fluttered shut.
Boldly, Michael grabbed two
fistfuls of denim and tugged aggressively at Brian’s jeans, working them as far
down his hips as he could manage in his prone position. Brian wriggled them the
rest of the way down, until all that separated the two lovers was a thin layer
of Calvin Klein cotton. Planting a sloppy, saliva slick kiss on Michael’s lips,
Brian began his journey, working his way down Michael’s lean torso.
Brian dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of Michael’s throat, Michael’s convulsive swallowing and soft kitten like purring, massaging and tickling against his lips. The sharp little gasps that escaped from Michael’s throat as Brian savagely tugged at the sparse sprinkling of hair on Michael’s chest, with his lips, had Brian smiling delightedly. Making Michael mewl and coo was definitely going to become one of his favorite past times.
Lapping at Michael’s nipples,
then gnawing gently on the reddened, sensitive nubs had Michael thrashing
wildly. Here, Brian took his time, knowing that nipples were a particularly
erogenous zone for his best friend. Anyway, it wasn’t as though tasting his new
lover and reveling in the unadulterated sweetness that was purely Mikey was a
particular hardship. The freedom Michael was giving him with his body, and the
way he reacted both physically and vocally to each and every touch, no matter
how small, just spurred Brian on, making his main goal to make Michael scream.
Brian removed his mouth from
Michael’s hot skin, but only to lift his lips far enough away to still feel the
light sprinkling of hair that adorned Michael’s belly, gently tickle across his
lips. He smiled at the impatient growl from above. The lower Brian traveled,
the more vocal Michael became.
Lower and lower he journeyed,
mapping out the new territory of his best friend, pinning down angular hips as
he pressed his lips against Michael’s belly, his practiced fingers curling
smoothly into Michael’s waistband.
“God, Brian!” Michael
practically flew off of the bed, his mind way ahead of the both of them, and
ready to be ravaged. But Brian held fast, not giving Michael an inch. “Slow
down, Mikey. We have plenty of time for this.”
Leaning in close, Brian left
Michael’s boxer briefs in place. Instead, he took his time running his lips and
tongue up and down Michael’s still clothed member, letting Michael’s gentle
musk fill his nose. While he moistened the fabric, he mouthed Michael’s
twitching member, pressing against Michael’s balls with his tongue, driving
them both wild with need.
“Bri… Bri… Bri…” The gasped
litany from above was a sound Brian knew he’d never grow tired of- the sweet
desperation in Michael’s expressive voice.
Brian crawled to his knees
and smoothly dispensed with the last remaining barrier between them, finally
able to look upon Michael with unrestrained lust and longing. Between Brian’s
overt scrutiny of his body and the cool air of the room caressing his exposed
flesh, Michael’s body was a mass of goose bumps and uncontrollable need.
“Brian. I need you!” Michael
sounded frantic.
“Relax. Tonight it’s all
about you and me, Mikey. There’s no need to rush. No matter what’s happened in
the past, it’s all just been leading up to this moment. Can you do that, Mikey?
Forget everything and everyone that came before, and just let go with me?”
“Yes.” Michael smiled, his
eyes shimmering with tears of unparalleled love and joy. “It’s always been just
you and me, Brian.” And Brian knew it to be true. No matter what he’d done or
not done in the past, he would always be perfect in Michael’s eyes. No ghosts
from the past would ever invade their bed. “Now how about you IN
me.”
Brian grinned wolfishly,
making Michael laugh. Then, hooking one of Michael’s legs over each of his arms
he forcefully pulled Michael towards him until that perfectly round ass rested
firmly on his thighs. His hands splayed across Michael’s bare bottom, holding
Michael open to him as his thumbs gently began to work their way toward
Michael’s tight hole. A gentle kiss to the tip of his penis and then Brian’s
tongue joined his fingers, dancing around the now shuddering pucker.
“Brian!” Michael gasped, his cock instantly standing at full attention, jutting up from his dark patch of hair and bouncing off his tight, flat abdomen. “Oh yes,” he groaned, and it sounded to Brian like a prayer. With no more than his own saliva, Brian slowly pressed the first finger forward, breaching his new lover.
As far as the little noises
that Brian was slowly becoming addicted to, he wasn’t disappointed. ‘Mmmm… Yes!
Please,’ and ‘more’ were all accompanied by an array of inaudible growls and
reverberations that were quickly becoming music to Brian’s ears. Two fingers
forcing their way in, and Michael jolted against Brian’s hand like a
jackhammer.
A few broad swipes of his
tongue across the weeping head of Michael’s penis, and Brian was reaching over
the side of the bed, with one hand, locating a condom and tube of lube. Slowly he withdrew his fingers, smiling
and soothing his disappointed lover by tenderly stroking his thighs.
Brian popped the cap and
spread some lubricant over his fingers while his other hand kept busy sheathing
his cock in latex. All the while, Michael studied Brian’s movements with a
hungry, nervous and loving gaze.
Eagerly, with an almost
playful bounce, Brian came down on top of Michael. With no barrier between
them, their chests, hips and dicks came into full contact for the first time.
“You feel so good, Bri.” Michael was on the verge of tears.
Michael felt the insistent
pressure of the head of Brian’s penis pressing against his entrance, and his cheeks
flushed brightly. “I love you,” Brian murmured again.
“For someone who didn’t
believe in love, you’ve grown accustomed to the phrase awfully fast.”
Michael chuckled, then tensed
as Brian passed the first ring of muscle. Brian paused. “Shit, Mikey, you’re
acting like a virgin. Relax, would you?”
“I know. It’s just…”
“I know,” Brian smiled
cockily. “It’s me.” Brian pressed forward, his cock breaching Michael fully,
returning the glowing grin he received from his new lover.
Michael not only felt the
fullness of Brian inside him, but the for the first time in his life, he felt
truly complete. “Only you.”
The End
Jennifer Rosen © 2004