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momebieTitle: Getaway
Rating: NC17(I think, to be safe)
Pairing: Brian/Mikey
Spoilers: None
Summary: Takes place when Michael is 20 and Brian is in school.
Improv #11: rebellion, dreams, colorblind, pipe dreams, horizon
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brak4werewolves, who doesn't share my love of mouth-breather Harrison at all. Moo ha ha!
In the beginning it was a rebellion, this fascination with Brian Kinney. A million psychiatrists would attribute it to my lack of a father, but I attribute it to my lack of a boyfriend, if anything. Mom knew I was gay, knew even that I had dreams of coaxing Brian into a relationship, but I don’t think she knew how deeply I felt about him.
It was to be the trip of our short lifetimes. Just a jaunt to San Francisco where lore and television promised us there would be at least several dozen fuckable men with which to spend the week that Brian was out of classes for Spring Break. I had even convinced the Big Q to give me the time off, which isn’t easy for someone who’s new on the job. Nothing could hold us back.
“Do you know how happy I am to be here with you?” I said, shielding my eyes from the sun as we stepped out of the car we had just stopped at the Golden Gate Park.
“Do you know how colorblind you’d have to be to wear that?” Brian spat in the direction of a man sitting on a bench and watching his dog play nearby. The man looked over and I blushed.
“Brian! You can’t just put down strangers like that. This is supposed to be a happy trip!” He looked at me and a play of micro-emotions flew across his face. Very few people would have caught them like I did but I paid a great deal of attention to his mannerisms, so I could decode them all. At this very moment, he was wondering whether to slap me or kiss me. Instead, he finally smiled and looped an arm around my shoulder.
“You’re right,” he leaned his face in close to mine and breathed into my neck. “I’m so happy to be here with you Michael.” He kissed me on the neck where his breath had ghosted moments before and the man, who had been watching us since the outburst, frowned. I turned Brian away before he could notice.
“Look, isn’t that horizon great? You never see anything like this from the houses in Pittsburgh.” He looked out over the bay in some disdain before finally taking my elbow and leading me deeper into the park.
“You wouldn’t see any of this in Pittsburgh, that’s why it’s San Francisco, not Pittsburgh.”
We walked for a while, and while I hadn’t ever seen anything like the park I wasn’t really paying attention to it. What I was paying attention to was Brian’s hand on my arm, the warm fingers curling around my elbow. In the dream I’d had the night before those fingers had been around my cock. He stroked me lightly and lazily as he kissed my mouth. But then Captain Astro had joined us and it all went hazy from there. I’m not even sure I’d be comfortable remembering what had happened then.
A guy passed by us with a puppy. He eyed Brian and I pulled him closer, marking my territory, albeit less effectively than the puppy would have. As Brian’s eyes followed the guy back down the path I tried to focus on how his thigh was rubbing against my waist. He’d always been taller and lankier than I had, perfect height for me to lay my head on his shoulder. I did so, forcing his attention back on me, and wrapped my arm around him.
Finally Brian stopped us near a Pagoda rising up out of the grounds. He exhaled slowly and eyed it.
“I thought you said you’d never been here before.”
“I haven’t,” he said, disentangling from me and walking closer to the structure. “I just heard that it was here and I thought it would be interesting to see. It’s a Zen garden you know.”
“I’m not stupid,” I said, though I had to admit I didn’t know what he was talking about. He looked at me, pure wickedness flickering in his eyes. It was a look I’d been waiting for him to put my way for six years.
“Hey Mikey, wanna feel some Zen?” Before I could answer he dragged me to the left of the pagoda and into a copse of trees partially hidden from the view of the path. My back fell against a tree and he leaned into me so that I could feel the erection that had probably been growing since the puppy and his owner passed us. I took a small amount of pride in the fact that it was I he was in the trees with just then though, and not some stranger.
He growled my name and the familiar tingling that had been accompanied by thoughts of Brian for years now started in the pit of my stomach. My cock started to grow harder and he ground against me, kissing me so that my head was caught between his lips and the bark of the tree. I floundered, groping for his cock through the zipper of his jeans as he kissed me and licked my neck and ground into me harder.
“Oh Mikey, love you Mikey,” he muttered into my neck as I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, my own erection painfully straining against my jeans which hadn’t been opened yet.
“Oh!” he yelped and leaned forward onto me as he came somewhere to my right, the come splattering the edges of an azalea bush. “Oh Mikey,” he sighed, pressing our foreheads together. He placed both his hands onto the sides of my face and kissed me deeply as opened my pants and finished myself off into the grass at his feet.
Glowing and groaning we leaned there against the trees and let the breeze dry away our sweat. Mom and others may think that this is just pipe dreams, this idea I have of our future, but they’re wrong. What does Mom know of men anyway? There is definitely something there between us, and time will turn the rebellion into reality.
Rating: NC17(I think, to be safe)
Pairing: Brian/Mikey
Spoilers: None
Summary: Takes place when Michael is 20 and Brian is in school.
Improv #11: rebellion, dreams, colorblind, pipe dreams, horizon
A/N: Written for
on__impulse and for brak4werewolves, who doesn't share my love of mouth-breather Harrison at all. Moo ha ha! In the beginning it was a rebellion, this fascination with Brian Kinney. A million psychiatrists would attribute it to my lack of a father, but I attribute it to my lack of a boyfriend, if anything. Mom knew I was gay, knew even that I had dreams of coaxing Brian into a relationship, but I don’t think she knew how deeply I felt about him.
It was to be the trip of our short lifetimes. Just a jaunt to San Francisco where lore and television promised us there would be at least several dozen fuckable men with which to spend the week that Brian was out of classes for Spring Break. I had even convinced the Big Q to give me the time off, which isn’t easy for someone who’s new on the job. Nothing could hold us back.
“Do you know how happy I am to be here with you?” I said, shielding my eyes from the sun as we stepped out of the car we had just stopped at the Golden Gate Park.
“Do you know how colorblind you’d have to be to wear that?” Brian spat in the direction of a man sitting on a bench and watching his dog play nearby. The man looked over and I blushed.
“Brian! You can’t just put down strangers like that. This is supposed to be a happy trip!” He looked at me and a play of micro-emotions flew across his face. Very few people would have caught them like I did but I paid a great deal of attention to his mannerisms, so I could decode them all. At this very moment, he was wondering whether to slap me or kiss me. Instead, he finally smiled and looped an arm around my shoulder.
“You’re right,” he leaned his face in close to mine and breathed into my neck. “I’m so happy to be here with you Michael.” He kissed me on the neck where his breath had ghosted moments before and the man, who had been watching us since the outburst, frowned. I turned Brian away before he could notice.
“Look, isn’t that horizon great? You never see anything like this from the houses in Pittsburgh.” He looked out over the bay in some disdain before finally taking my elbow and leading me deeper into the park.
“You wouldn’t see any of this in Pittsburgh, that’s why it’s San Francisco, not Pittsburgh.”
We walked for a while, and while I hadn’t ever seen anything like the park I wasn’t really paying attention to it. What I was paying attention to was Brian’s hand on my arm, the warm fingers curling around my elbow. In the dream I’d had the night before those fingers had been around my cock. He stroked me lightly and lazily as he kissed my mouth. But then Captain Astro had joined us and it all went hazy from there. I’m not even sure I’d be comfortable remembering what had happened then.
A guy passed by us with a puppy. He eyed Brian and I pulled him closer, marking my territory, albeit less effectively than the puppy would have. As Brian’s eyes followed the guy back down the path I tried to focus on how his thigh was rubbing against my waist. He’d always been taller and lankier than I had, perfect height for me to lay my head on his shoulder. I did so, forcing his attention back on me, and wrapped my arm around him.
Finally Brian stopped us near a Pagoda rising up out of the grounds. He exhaled slowly and eyed it.
“I thought you said you’d never been here before.”
“I haven’t,” he said, disentangling from me and walking closer to the structure. “I just heard that it was here and I thought it would be interesting to see. It’s a Zen garden you know.”
“I’m not stupid,” I said, though I had to admit I didn’t know what he was talking about. He looked at me, pure wickedness flickering in his eyes. It was a look I’d been waiting for him to put my way for six years.
“Hey Mikey, wanna feel some Zen?” Before I could answer he dragged me to the left of the pagoda and into a copse of trees partially hidden from the view of the path. My back fell against a tree and he leaned into me so that I could feel the erection that had probably been growing since the puppy and his owner passed us. I took a small amount of pride in the fact that it was I he was in the trees with just then though, and not some stranger.
He growled my name and the familiar tingling that had been accompanied by thoughts of Brian for years now started in the pit of my stomach. My cock started to grow harder and he ground against me, kissing me so that my head was caught between his lips and the bark of the tree. I floundered, groping for his cock through the zipper of his jeans as he kissed me and licked my neck and ground into me harder.
“Oh Mikey, love you Mikey,” he muttered into my neck as I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, my own erection painfully straining against my jeans which hadn’t been opened yet.
“Oh!” he yelped and leaned forward onto me as he came somewhere to my right, the come splattering the edges of an azalea bush. “Oh Mikey,” he sighed, pressing our foreheads together. He placed both his hands onto the sides of my face and kissed me deeply as opened my pants and finished myself off into the grass at his feet.
Glowing and groaning we leaned there against the trees and let the breeze dry away our sweat. Mom and others may think that this is just pipe dreams, this idea I have of our future, but they’re wrong. What does Mom know of men anyway? There is definitely something there between us, and time will turn the rebellion into reality.
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Date: 2005-05-31 08:14 pm (UTC)He looked at me and a play of micro-emotions flew across his face. Very few people would have caught them like I did but I paid a great deal of attention to his mannerisms, so I could decode them all.
This is what always happens when Mikey tells Brian off for something. Have you ever noticed that? Props to Gale Harold for always pulling it off. And to you, of course. Perfect!
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Date: 2005-05-31 08:31 pm (UTC)