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Clock strikes twelve, and it's time for - what??? That's right, MORE!!!
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Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 3
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (Very, very….lol)
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: First Time, Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do…. My two OMC’s are mine, even though Alexis would like it very much if I’d allow them to visit her house…lol.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 11 parts. (over 126 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: An exploration of Michael’s submissive nature, and Brian’s resulting claim. With a little help from two new friends….
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season Two, varying irrevocably onward from there.
Pairing Note: This is very much a Brian/Michael story. However, I have created two original characters based on (and only on) the physical appearance of the actors Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly. My OMC’s are not meant to represent the actual actors or any of their onscreen roles.
Notes: This baby took 8 months to write, and is in fact my 50th posted story. Its length and those facts are all milestones for me, so I hope you enjoy. It drove me crazy, it wore me down and built me back up again. Tremendous gratitude to Alexis for being there through its creation, always encouraging and giving her two cents - and for the fabulous beta and preface. Thanks to Mistress Teri, for letting me pick her head and helping me round out the concept at the beginning. And to the ladies who had a very small peek early on, hope you like the end result, hugs.
Additional Notes: To be found at the end of the fic. Will include links to name origins, and to pictures I found inspiring - including clothing and toys.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission, and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play. There is no S/M activity between Brian and Michael, which means no PAIN. There is one scene in part one that does touch on S/M, but it’s built off of a scene shown in canon - nothing too heavy at all. Our boys only act as witnesses to it. So I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they rediscover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
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Part 3
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A blind man would have seen the clues. Hell, he would have heard them echoing through the dark. Brian was pissed and he was taking it out on every inanimate object he touched on their way to his loft. The slam of the Jeep door as he stomped to his building, the whack of the wooden frame hitting the wall as he entered the lobby, the slap of his shoes on the stairs because he was too impatient to wait for the elevator…. All the way to the violent shove of his metal door being thrown open as he went into his home.
And through it all he said nothing, had said nothing the whole way back until the silence was crushing Michael like a suffocating squeeze. But despite his reluctance to know what Brian would say next, Michael was at the point of wanting him to say anything at all. He needed Brian to be the one who broke first. Because he didn’t know what he could say now that wouldn’t sound as pathetic as he felt.
So he followed; followed and said nothing.
He expected to be yelled at; he expected to argue in defense of what he felt was indefensible. What Michael didn’t expect was to find Brian calmer than he’d seen him all night. Or that the first words Brian would say, would be, “Take off your clothes.”
Gobsmacked, Michael stood silent then for a new reason. He was too stunned to even react at first, then he almost laughed thinking Brian was pulling his chain but it was evident with one look at Brian’s face that he was serious. Deadly serious.
Before Michael could say anything in response, Brian yank off his coat and threw it on the floor before he turned his back and walked up into his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, threw his keys onto the bureau and waited for Michael to follow. When he didn’t, Brian added, “Come here, Michael.”
He watched as Michael moved towards him, until he stopped a few feet away. Brian could practically see the wheels spinning in Michael’s head just by the look on the man’s face; nervous, doubtful, weary but brave enough to face him despite how much easier it would have been to leave. Pushing off from where he was leaning against the wall, Brian circled Michael until he was at his friend’s back. “You’re mine, remember. I claimed you for all to see, for him to see.” When Michael started to turn around, Brian locked his arms around Michael’s body and held him caught. “I take care of what's mine.”
Pushing Michael’s coat off, Brian raised a hand, running his fingers down the slope of Michael’s neck and under the ruin of the torn collar of Michael’s shirt. Drawing the fabric down, he touched the skin at the base of Michael’s neck, tracing the bruises he‘d seen on Michael at the bar, fingerprinted on his collarbone. The sight of them, the confirmation of what they could mean had Brian seeing red. Voice gruff, he asked, “Did he hurt you?” He meant more than the obvious. He meant….
Michael hugged Brian’s arm against his body, quick to answer, “No. Not like that. He…. It just got…. Got a little intense.” His words were reassuring, but the hushed hesitant phrasing had Brian’s gut clenching. Adding them to his own memory of how Michael had looked that morning, how he’d acted, and Brian came back to what he had wanted from Michael since entering the loft.
Taking Michael’s hand, Brian pulled him into the light of the bathroom. “Show me.”
Blinking against the brightness of surrounding them, Michael shook his head. “Brian, I’m fine. You don’t…. I’ll be alright.” He didn’t even seem to realize that once again he was hugging himself in conflicting contrast with his words. Always the comforter, never the comforted.
His controlled facade beginning to crack, Brian took the matter in hand as he snapped, “Bullshit.” Reaching out, he jerked Michael’s long sleeve shirt up and over his head. A second ticked by, a pause for breath and then the wrecked cotton fell from Brian’s fingers as he fought to process the view.
More bruising than just at the neck…. Michael bowed his head, frozen as Brian’s eyes traveled over him. There was another set of finger marks at his waist on the opposite side from his neck, discolored but fading scrapes over his chest and stomach which hadn’t broken the skin…. But worst of all were the marks at Michael’s wrists. Dark bruising that could only be caused by struggling against medal cuffs; they circled each wrist in glaring contrast to Michael’s pale skin.
Circling around to stand at Michael’s back, Brian cursed loudly enough to make Michael jump. More bruises, this time looking for all the world like Michael had been slammed into something hard…. Or fucked against something very unforgiving. The last thought had Brian clenching his jaw so hard it hurt. They weren’t the worst of the lot - only pressure marks; Michael’s wrists were the worst, but these on top of the rest showcased just how rough he’d been manhandled and how little care had been taken despite the risks.
And then Brian remembered…. That morning at the store, when Michael had struggled to rise up off the couch. He’d been favoring his hip, and then he’d…. “You‘re lying.”
Michael jerked his head up, turning to Brian as he asked, “What?”
“You said you weren’t hurt. That’s bullshit, Michael. I remember this morning, you had to fight to stand up. You fucking winced when you tried to walk away from me. What else did he do to you?”
Advancing on his friend, Brian took the smaller man in his arms, holding him trapped between the sink basin and the heat of his own body. He ran his hands down Michael’s back, keeping the touch soft until it cleared the marks and then he added pressure at Michael’s waist before deliberately letting his hands drop to the curves of Michael’s ass.
Gasping at the blatant touch, at the sensitive skin being manipulated beneath harsh denim and the clutch of Brian’s hand - Michael shivered as he felt himself responding yet again to Brian’s temptation. But combined with his desire was his embarrassment and guilt at having made a bad choice. He tried to duck his head, but Brian caught the move in time to stop it with another sweeping kiss. Soft, gentle, meant to entice - it lasted but a moment and then he released Michael so that they were once again looking into each other’s eyes.
“What did he do?”
Michael stumbled to get the words out, blushing when they managed to sound forth in a whisper. “I asked him to do it. I asked him to….”
A spark of fear, a wave of please-don’t-let-him-say-he-wanted-to-be-hurt and Brian’s anger swept through his response, “You asked him to do this?” Spinning Michael around, he swept his hand down the smaller man’s chest and made Michael look at the reflection of them both in the mirror over the sink.
Michael was already shaking his head, denying it as he gripped the cold marble of the basin under his hands. Using the touch to ground him as he shivered both with his own response to the implication and in the wake of Brian’s demand. “No! I wanted to know what it felt like…. What he was feeling at…. I just wanted it so bad. I…. I didn’t know it would get out of hand. I thought….”
The stuttering stop and start of his words ended as Michael closed his eyes. He took a breath, counted to calm himself and when he thought he could finish without stopping, he kept his eyes shut and continued. “I wanted to feel what that man felt, at the ball. I wanted to feel taken. And instead….” Opening his eyes, he met Brian’s gaze in the mirror. “Instead, I just got a rough fuck.”
“You were in over your fucking head, playing a game you don’t know the rules to with a stranger you couldn’t even trust. Jesus, Michael.” Brian looked like he was fighting the urge to shake Michael in frustration, but he managed just to pull him tighter against himself instead. “What if things had gone worse than they did? He could have….” He had to stop the words because they sent a dread through his gut that made him feel ill. He just had to stop because going further with that thought was unthinkable.
Quick to dampen Brian’s worry, Michael repeated softly, “He didn’t, he didn’t. I’ll be okay.”
The implication to Brian’s way of thinking was that Michael wasn’t okay now. He wanted to know, had to see for himself. It wasn’t a matter of what it would mean, could mean or where it would go - he just did what he had to do.
One hand then two, falling to Michael’s jeans and he was opening the button, pulling at the zip. Michael made to stop him, questioning him with a look which Brian met hard in the glass. Fingers holding the metal tab and Brian continued pulling down as he soothed, as he insisted, “No, stand still. Be still….” When Michael started again to stop him, Brian nuzzled at his friend‘s cheek, speaking low as his lips played across Michael‘s ear, “I have to know. I need to see. Let me, let me.”
Locked in on the sound of Brian’s words, the need behind them and the feel of Brian at his back - Michael couldn’t think to argue anymore. He was too weary to want to, too shattered in thought to ask why not anymore. And like one who had found the faith of giving up, giving in and who was thankful for somewhere to fall - Michael dropped his clutching hands and let it happen.
Brian worked the zipper to its end, then raised his hands to Michael’s hips and pulled. Pulled the jeans and underwear off slim hips, over the curve of Michael’s ass and then down the line of his legs. Following the path of his hands and the dark fabric’s fall, Brian ended up on his knees as he finished removing the jeans and Michael’s shoes. He let his eyes follow his hands, running them both back up the pale line of Michael’s body from ankles to thighs before stopping to rest just below the swell of his behind. Running his eyes over the firm, high cheeks, Brian raised his hands to touch as well as look.
Michael’s breath grew ragged, as he fought not to voice the moan building in his throat. Brian’s hands were warm, the sensation they caused growing more intense the longer it lasted. And then Michael lost the ability to curtail his response as he gasped aloud.
Finding the skin of Michael’s bottom thankfully free of marks or bruises, Brian moved on to more intimate boundaries. It was the last question that had to be answered…. Pressing up, pressing out, Brian pulled Michael’s cheeks apart, exposing him to the chorus of Michael’s own gasping cry.
“Brian. Brian….” Michael clenched his hands into fists, his skin flushed scarlet because it was Brian touching him, looking at him in such a way.
Voice made huskier by the view, Brian shushed Michael, “Shh, Mikey. Lean forward, just a bit. That’s right.”
The return of his nickname, familiar and affectionate, helped Michael to follow Brian’s instructions without over-thinking the awkwardness the position could produce. If it had been a doctor, Michael would have been tense and unsettled - embarrassed. With it being Brian, he was still unsettled - but a thought to the wanton picture he must be presenting to the man at his back had Michael feeling tension of another kind. The blood rushing to his groin was evidence enough that what he felt was more sexual than ashamed. He closed his eyes again, unable to keep focused on anything but the sensation of Brian’s hands and the thought of what they may do next.
Checking for signs of damage, Brian was glad to see there wasn’t any evidence of tearing. Though by the looks of it, Michael had taken a lot. He had to be sore. Sore enough to feel it with every step, so why the hell had he been back at Dominion again the next night…. Brian clenched his jaw, shaking his head. He didn’t realize until Michael grabbed the basin for balance that he had tightened his hold on him in anger. Or some other emotion that built his ire, one tinged in green that he wasn‘t about to admit even to himself.
Whatever the cause, Brian felt the warmth spreading through himself; felt the fire moving further down until his jeans were binding and his skin hot. He was close enough that his breath was raining over Michael’s skin, causing the other man to murmur and shift under Brian’s hands. Looking up the line of Michael’s back, Brian watched as he ran his thumb over the opening to his friend’s body. Watched as Michael sucked in a breath in startled discomfort, but pushed back into the touch anyway with Brian’s name on his lips.
Michael arched into the sensation Brian was teasing him with, knuckles white as he fought not to do anything that would cause Brian to stop. Stopping wasn’t an option anymore. Not with Brian at his back, not with the press and tease of those hands, not with the brush of Brian’s cheek as he ran his face over the smooth skin of Michael’s ass. His entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he finally echoed the word he’d been allowed only an hour before, “Please.”
Sighing as he smiled, face pressed against the warmth of Michael’s body, Brian dropped his hands to rest on the front of Michael’s thighs. Effectively hugging him from behind while still fully clothed on his knees, Brian slowly began running his fingers up Michael’s legs - one fraction of an inch at a time. “Please stop?”
“Don’t….” Michael’s voice failed him in the wake of Brian’s intentional distraction; hands a bare inch from his groin as fingertips drummed against the inner curve of his thighs, a tongue at the small of his back as it traveled from just above the crease of his cheeks up the length of his spine only to stop again as Brian blew hot air over his damp skin. In the breach between pride and desperation, Michael couldn’t hide what he wanted most. “Please, don’t stop.”
Moaning softly at the sound of Michael’s final permission, Brian rose up behind him. He pulled his shirt over his head and pressed against Michael’s back, watching the other man’s eyes turn darker with the contact. When Michael tried to turn around, Brian stopped him with a tisk. “Stay still.” He let his appreciation sound forth as Michael circled back against him, Michael’s hands reaching back to hold Brian‘s hips. While he enjoyed Michael’s initiative, he wasn’t going to let himself be enticed into changing his plans. After all this was his show….and Michael had been a very bad boy. “Eyes forward, Mikey. Hands down.”
Michael wanted to move, to turn and kiss Brian, to touch him - but one look at the man’s face and he stopped trying. He dropped his hands, fingers curling into fists at his sides as he watched Brian leaning in to taste the back of his neck. Lashes fluttering, he inhaled sharply as Brian’s brief wet claim immediately turned into the bite of teeth. “Ahhh…”
Encircling Michael’s small frame with one arm, Brian held him fast as Michael jerked and then sagged at the sign of possession. It wasn’t a pressure meant to harm, but to mark. Brian let up quickly, licking the shallow indentions of his teeth that lie on Michael’s neck. Enjoying the feel of Michael’s shivering in response, and the sound of Michael’s murmured sigh as it echoed through the room.
Running his free hand down the line of Michael’s back, Brian rubbed his palm over the smaller man’s ass. Every pass down the center line saw the teasing dip of his fingers as they tickled over Michael’s crease. And then as Michael bit his lip and moaned, Brian circled the flat of his thumb down between to once again play over Michael’s opening. He wanted inside so badly, wanted to feel the heat of Michael surrounding as he watched Michael’s face while they fucked. But he knew it was too soon after Michael’s carelessness, after the rough play of the night Michael had admitted to….
Still, the sensitive ache of his worn flesh didn’t keep Michael from panting and pleading with his eyes for it. Tone gruff with his own arousal, Brian shook his head while saying, “You can’t take me yet, Mikey. You’re too sore for it.” He smiled as a look of defiance crossed Michael’s face, “Uhn uh… No arguing.” He nipped at Michael’s ear, holding him fast as he reached between them and started undoing his jean.
Belt buckle jiggling, Brian made quick work of yanking it from his jeans. “The only thing you have to do, is what I tell you to do.” He moved back a step, releasing Michael from his captive hold but keeping a hand pressed flat against the mark he’d made on Michael’s neck. Eyes locked in reflection, he demanded, “Yes?”
Caught in the heated web of his own need and Brian’s eyes, Michael had to answer twice because his first attempt failed to carry past the tightness in his throat. “Yes.”
Threading his fingers through Michael’s hair, Brian turned Michael’s head for a kiss. He kept kissing Michael until the man tried to turn in his arms, then Brian released him. Lifting the belt he’d maintained a hold of, Brian looped it quickly around Michael’s arms and pulled. Pulled the circle tight until Michael’s arms were constrained by the leather locked above his elbows, behind his back. It wasn’t meant to cause pain, and it didn’t. It was meant as a method to enforce Brian’s command, and it did.
“oh god…” A whisper, made rough and low, escaped from Michael as he squeezed his eyes closed in response to Brian’s sudden move. He was hovering there, whether it was a second or a moment immeasurable, wading through the feel of being out of his own control. Willing, oh so willing….
Pleased at Michael’s reaction, Brian pulled at the buttons of his jeans, breathing in deeply as the release of his confined erection. He pushed the denim down and stepped out of the jeans. Making a grab for a small bottle of body oil, Brian turned back to Michael. Turned back and pressed completely bare against Michael’s body for the first time….
Pushing, moving his cock along the crease of Michael’s body, Brian groaned. “Perfect.” So warm, so smooth and firm against him. And the expression on Michael’s face, his eyes still closed as Brian continued. The only word Brian could think of to describe it was hunger.
Reaching between them, he opened the bottle and coated his fingers. “Open your eyes. I want you to see me touching you.”
Fighting to do as told as if afraid of waking from a dream, Michael opened heavy-lidded eyes and watched….
Catching Michael across the chest again with his free arm, Brian steadied him as Michael started at the sensation of Brian’s slicked fingers trailing down between the cheeks of his ass. Brian hissed softly as Michael’s hips circled back, trying to push into the glide of the tease; hissed because Michael was rounding against the arch and rise of his hard-on which served to torment Brian in return. Grabbing Michael’s hip, Brian forced him to still as he leaned them both further forward - pushing Michael into a position that had him at an angle to the sink, still able to look into the mirror but vulnerable to Brian’s control. To Brian’s intent….
And then to the man’s actions as Brian thrust against Michael, thrusting between the hot curves of his behind and along the channel between. The oil easing the way, allowing him to move without harming Michael more, Brian gasped at the feel of Michael surrounding him, hot and smooth. It was a step away from the temptation to take all, but also closer than he’d been to knowing what going bare would be with nothing between them. “Oh, fuck. Feel me. Feel me, Michael.”
Michael was panting, breathy moans escaping him as he hung half suspended being pulled back again and again into Brian’s thrusts. He couldn’t move his arms, couldn’t change his position - trapped and loving it as Brian continued fucking himself against him. The burn of friction heat and his own use-worn flesh had Michael trapped on the edge of sense overload; his cock left untouched and screaming at him to be touched. But he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel Brian at his back as their bodies moved and their eyes remained locked, one with the other.
The smooth rhythm, insisting and fierce, soon altered - soon fell into jaunted pushes and desperate hiccupped slams as they came closer and closer to the moment long suffered by self-denial. It rose in Brian like a crashing storm, making him cry out. Making him reach around to take Michael with him as he captured Michael’s leaking length in his hand and stroked, pulled until the smaller man bucked into his grip. A mix of two voices calling out to each other, and answering that yes they too were there, that it was now and that now was it as the pair crested in a flash of liquid floods, in front and behind.
Leaving them wrecked but found in a moment that drove thought back by the power of their need.
“Oh, yeah. Ohhhh…yeah.” Brian murmured as his body vibrated in the shadow of pleasure; his body wet with sweat and his muscles loose. Burying his face in Michael’s dark hair, he rested over the other’s back – the two of them now bent over the sink in exhaustion. As their breathing eased and hearts slowed to normal, the silence of the room was broken by the noise of laughter. Brian’s chuckling resonating in Michael’s ear, speaking of a man well sated. Well satisfied….
Michael smiled softly, even around the whirl of questions and thoughts that were invading the fading sexual haze of his mind. He’d always cherished the sound of Brian’s laughter, wanting always to give him more cause to break free with it through the years. And now, to hear it after what they’d done….
“Brian….” His voice broke as Brian’s hands started running over his body; thighs, hips, waist and then back. The more he was touched, the more he lost the ability to say, well, anything. And the more it took him out of his head, which for now was something that made him thankful.
Rising, Brian pulled Michael up. He tugged the belt free, tossing it on top of his jeans on the floor. There were no marks to add to the rest, just a pressure line that would fade before morning. The only signs of his possession were the bite on Michael’s neck and the traces of their seed on his skin. Brian circled him to steal a kiss that continued as he rubbed his arms.
Moaning at the mix of sensations - Brian’s kiss and the pinprick feeling of returning blood to his limbs, Michael pressed close and encircled Brian’s waist with a hug. A hold he tightened when Brian drew back from the kiss…. “Not yet, I want to touch you.” The words tumbled out as Michael dropped his eyes again, the flash of doubt obvious as he worried that he would be told they were done or that he had to go. It wasn’t rational, the fear…but it was real.
And the look on Michael’s face was one Brian knew from long experience. Returning the hug, he squeezed him tight then took his hand and headed to the shower. “Then come with me.”
Looking up into Brian’s face, Michael echoed the smile he found there. And let himself be led inside.
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Later the loft, dark with only the moon shining through the large bank of windows - lending light to the scene, was the backdrop to the old new pair wrapped close together in Brian’s bed. The position wasn’t new. There were countless moments from their past when they’d shared a bed, when they’d been in each other’s arms - whether they started the night out that way, or woke to it come morning’s light.
Tonight saw them sprawled over the bed, Michael half pulled on top of Brian as he slept with an arm around Brian’s waist and a leg pressed between Brian’s thighs. After they’d played a little in the shower, touching, kissing but both feeling languid enough not to rush into a quickie round two, Brian had pulled Michael onto the mattress and let him settle into the position that would suit him best all things considered. When Michael had let his trailing hand reach down to naughtier things, there had been some playful tussling as Brian laced their fingers and pushed the touch away. “Sleep, Mikey. Sleep.” He was amused by the rapidness with which Michael did just that….
Until he remembered why Michael had more of a need for sleep than he did. Not that he’d needed the reminder when the evidence was still spread over Michael’s body, in marked contrast to his pale skin, both in the shower and now even in the shadows of moonlight. The longer he thought about it, the longer sleep eluded him. He kept trying to reason out how it had all spiraled together…
Brian knew in retrospect that anyone Michael usually continued seeing was a) bigger than him, physically imposing and/or b) domineering. He wasn’t a fool; he realized those were both qualities he possessed, but seen in reflection with this newer evidence of Michael’s desires and certain things were becoming more apparent. Like the joy in Michael’s face, in his voice when he told Brian about he and Ben’s wild night of tame bondage. Something he could enjoy due to the safety of his circumstances, with little to no risks. Unlike the uncertainty and danger he’d have faced at Babylon on all the years he’d avoided the Leather Ball.
And unfortunately, very much like the poor choice he’d made of choosing Dylan at Dominion as his pickup.
All of it, swirled in with Michael’s generally submissive nature - his desire always to please those in his life and in his heart…. Mix it with his being a bottom, and the way he’d given in, given up to Brian’s control tonight. Fuck….
Brian didn’t want to think about anyone else touching, taking Michael in that way. Hell, to be honest now…. In any way. He was feeling a sense of possessiveness he’d never allowed in the past with anyone he’d had sex with; but thinking about it, he realized that he’d always been possessive of Michael. Of his time, his affection…. Brian had seen with David how quickly he could get his back up when another man laid claim to Michael. He’d been less obvious about it with Ben, but again it was there - only kept manageable by the fact that the professor had been more accepting of Brian’s time with Michael than David had been.
Brian and Michael.
For so many years they’d been each other’s soft place to fall….
And now, now Brian knew he’d meant the claim he’d staked earlier in the bar. Michael was his. More than ever, his. And he wasn’t giving that up. Despite his own baser nature and the words they’d hear from others, Brian was certain. He could hold him through any doubts, would help him through this newer journey.
And looking along the line of Michael’s body, seeing again the darkness set into his skin - Brian knew just where to start.
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“You know, Kinney. You’re going to owe me one on this.”
Brian laughed quietly, keeping it low because it was still early yet and he didn’t want to wake Michael. Holding the cell phone between his shoulder and his chin, he managed to tie his shoes as he answered the man on the line. “Hey, I asked your opinion. It’s your idea to set up the consult today.”
“Well as much as it would intrigue me to play fly on the wall for this latest development in your life, I do have my professional ethics to think about. Our last called-in favor is more than reason enough for me not to be able to play shrink for you a second time.”
Shaking his head as he crossed the loft, Brian smiled at the memory. “You could give me advice before we fucked, but now that I’ve had you - you’re pawning me off to a stranger.”
Now it was the other’s turn to laugh, “The flirting was nice, the sex was better. But I’m a respected shrink in this town, Kinney. And I intend to stay that way, even if it is a certain well-adjusted and high-functioning bastard asking the favor.”
Amused at hearing the turned around compliment again after so long, Brian asked, “So who is this guy? And why the rush?”
“His name is Dr. Declan Rai. He’s newer to town than I am, but we’ve known each other for years. Top of our class, with all the appropriate accolades to make even a cynic like you happy. But more to the point, this situation is more in keeping with his expertise than mine.” A pause, then he continued in a serious tone, “I wouldn’t have recommended him unless I knew he was someone you could trust. Someone I thought you could trust with Michael….”
The man on the phone wasn’t new to the area, had been a resident of the Pitts for almost a decade. And like most long time members of the gay community, he was well aware of the friendship between King Kinney and Debbie Novotny’s son, Michael. If you weren’t hearing about Michael from Debbie at Liberty Diner, then you were seeing Michael and Brian at each other’s sides on any given night. He understood the seriousness behind Brian’s confession, and he wasn’t about to take it lightly when it was his business to help.
“As for the rush, he won’t be in his office for the next week on vacation. So if you want your initial consult and his advice, now’s the time to do it.”
Brian sat at his computer desk, looking at the blank screen and thinking. “I don’t want to scare Michael by drowning him in this before he even has a chance to wade into the pool. Are you certain this guy won’t….” Sighing heavily, he continued, “Are you certain he will give us what we need?”
Silence on the other end as the guy processed the “us” and “we” in that question, then he answered truthfully. “Brian. Of anyone locally, Declan is the best at what he does. He’s the one you want guiding you both in this, I promise.”
“Okay, okay. How do you know you can get us in today?”
“He owes me a favor.” When he heard Brian laughing, he tisked back, “Not that kind of favor, you shit. I’ll get you in with him. Let me call his assistant and work it out, then I’ll ring you back with the time.”
“Thanks.” Brian paused, frowning as he added, “As for owing you….”
“I’d say forget it, but after you both meet Declan you’ll owe me bigger than you know.” Another pause, then he put Brian out of his misery, “Don’t worry, Kinney. I’ll just send you a bill. I think it sounds like your favor card just got shredded long past its due.” He didn’t wait for a response, ringing off after having the last word.
Leaving Brian smiling as he looked through the slats of his bedroom walls, murmuring, “Truer words, asshole. Truer words….”
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Inching toward consciousness through a haze of aching muscles and soreness for the second day, Michael again found himself face to face with hazel eyes. He blinked sleepily, and still there they were. Brian’s eyes and Brian himself, smiling down at Michael as Michael softly smiled in return. They didn’t speak, but more was said than not as they shared the moment with Brian lying on his side as Michael lay curled up in kind.
It wasn’t that there weren’t any doubts or questions running through his mind, Michael found. It was that with Brian there, close by with his expression relaxed and open, the rest could wait.
Enjoying the moment himself, Brian decided to delay his news for a bit. He leaned in and kissed Michael, slow and soft, staying with it until the passion woke and grew. Groaning against Michael’s lips, Brian stepped things up by crawling over Michael’s body and pressing him to the bed. He was fully clothed against Michael’s naked skin, and the feel of him had Michael gasping into their kiss.
Bracing Michael’s arms to the mattress, blocking the smaller man’s movements against him - Brian drew back as Michael tried again to taste him. A heated look on his face, Brian held himself just out of reach as Michael found he couldn’t even struggle free and groaned before dropping into stillness. “Shhhhh…. I know you, Mikey. You like this don’t you?” When Michael would have answered, Brian shook his head no. “I know you like me, but what I mean is you like *this.*” He pressed down again to emphasize his restraining touch, symbolic of his control. “You like this and me, together. Don’t you?”
Almost turning his head away, Michael managed to fight the impulse to hide and answered, “Yes.” His voice was thick and his face was slightly red, but he did answer.
“And you want more, yes?”
“Yes.”
Brian nipped at Michael’s lip, tugging just a bit to show he was serious, then let go to say, “Spell it out for me. What do you want?”
“Mor…. More, of this with you.” Michael’s words were a tumble, barely said when Brian circled down against him, teasing him as they both hardened - only the soft well worn denim of Brian’s jeans and the cotton of his shirt separated them from touching.
Breathing warmly over Michael’s parted mouth, Brian growled softly, “What’s the word, Michael?”
“Please. Bri….” Cut off by the claiming answer of Brian’s kiss, Michael lost himself in the feel of it. Enjoying it with all he was, with only one wish - and that was of course for more of the same.
On the brink of forgetting himself in the moment and the feel of Michael so eager under him, Brian continued to have at him - running the risk of letting all else fall behind. Until he managed to remember the need to stop. “Fuck, we’re going to be late.“ He quickly stood, pulling a startled Michael up from the bed.
“Wha…? Brian?” Dizzy from being yanked up and made to stand, when the instant before they’d been….
“Shit,” Michael caught a look at the bedside clock. It was almost ten in the morning. “I’ve gotta open the store. And you are late for work….”
Brian caught him mid-sentence, holding him to calm the rush. “Mikey. Mikey. I took care of it. Vic’s already at the store; he’ll be there for the day. And officially, I’ve been working from home for two days.” When Michael started to ask something else, Brian pulled him closer. “Now, you’re going to get dressed. We need to get a move on.”
Michael frowned, “Where are we going?”
Brian chuckled, giving Michael’s ass a quick slap before drawing back to leave him standing by the bed. “Places to go, people to see. Now get dressed.” He reached down to grab Michael’s jeans and threw them at him.
“What about…uhm….” Michael flushed, remembering how his shirt had been ruined.
Brian nodded to the bed, indicating the shirt he had already laid out earlier for Michael to wear. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled with a wicked smirk. “You’re working your way through my wardrobe, one shirt at a time.” Seeing that Michael was about to apologize, he stopped him by commenting seriously. “I enjoy dressing you, Mikey. So no arguing, understood?” It was the low, intimate voice he’d used the night before - the one that had Michael caught with almost the first word.
Speechless, Michael could only nod as Brian turned and walked away…. It was only after he’d taken a breath and reached down for the black pull over, that Michael realized he still had no idea where they were going…. And aside from basic curiosity, that if it was with Brian - he really didn’t care.
tbc... in Part 4.
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xof
Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 3
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17 (Very, very….lol)
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: First Time, Drama, Angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do…. My two OMC’s are mine, even though Alexis would like it very much if I’d allow them to visit her house…lol.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 11 parts. (over 126 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: An exploration of Michael’s submissive nature, and Brian’s resulting claim. With a little help from two new friends….
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season Two, varying irrevocably onward from there.
Pairing Note: This is very much a Brian/Michael story. However, I have created two original characters based on (and only on) the physical appearance of the actors Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly. My OMC’s are not meant to represent the actual actors or any of their onscreen roles.
Notes: This baby took 8 months to write, and is in fact my 50th posted story. Its length and those facts are all milestones for me, so I hope you enjoy. It drove me crazy, it wore me down and built me back up again. Tremendous gratitude to Alexis for being there through its creation, always encouraging and giving her two cents - and for the fabulous beta and preface. Thanks to Mistress Teri, for letting me pick her head and helping me round out the concept at the beginning. And to the ladies who had a very small peek early on, hope you like the end result, hugs.
Additional Notes: To be found at the end of the fic. Will include links to name origins, and to pictures I found inspiring - including clothing and toys.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission, and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play. There is no S/M activity between Brian and Michael, which means no PAIN. There is one scene in part one that does touch on S/M, but it’s built off of a scene shown in canon - nothing too heavy at all. Our boys only act as witnesses to it. So I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they rediscover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
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Part 3
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A blind man would have seen the clues. Hell, he would have heard them echoing through the dark. Brian was pissed and he was taking it out on every inanimate object he touched on their way to his loft. The slam of the Jeep door as he stomped to his building, the whack of the wooden frame hitting the wall as he entered the lobby, the slap of his shoes on the stairs because he was too impatient to wait for the elevator…. All the way to the violent shove of his metal door being thrown open as he went into his home.
And through it all he said nothing, had said nothing the whole way back until the silence was crushing Michael like a suffocating squeeze. But despite his reluctance to know what Brian would say next, Michael was at the point of wanting him to say anything at all. He needed Brian to be the one who broke first. Because he didn’t know what he could say now that wouldn’t sound as pathetic as he felt.
So he followed; followed and said nothing.
He expected to be yelled at; he expected to argue in defense of what he felt was indefensible. What Michael didn’t expect was to find Brian calmer than he’d seen him all night. Or that the first words Brian would say, would be, “Take off your clothes.”
Gobsmacked, Michael stood silent then for a new reason. He was too stunned to even react at first, then he almost laughed thinking Brian was pulling his chain but it was evident with one look at Brian’s face that he was serious. Deadly serious.
Before Michael could say anything in response, Brian yank off his coat and threw it on the floor before he turned his back and walked up into his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, threw his keys onto the bureau and waited for Michael to follow. When he didn’t, Brian added, “Come here, Michael.”
He watched as Michael moved towards him, until he stopped a few feet away. Brian could practically see the wheels spinning in Michael’s head just by the look on the man’s face; nervous, doubtful, weary but brave enough to face him despite how much easier it would have been to leave. Pushing off from where he was leaning against the wall, Brian circled Michael until he was at his friend’s back. “You’re mine, remember. I claimed you for all to see, for him to see.” When Michael started to turn around, Brian locked his arms around Michael’s body and held him caught. “I take care of what's mine.”
Pushing Michael’s coat off, Brian raised a hand, running his fingers down the slope of Michael’s neck and under the ruin of the torn collar of Michael’s shirt. Drawing the fabric down, he touched the skin at the base of Michael’s neck, tracing the bruises he‘d seen on Michael at the bar, fingerprinted on his collarbone. The sight of them, the confirmation of what they could mean had Brian seeing red. Voice gruff, he asked, “Did he hurt you?” He meant more than the obvious. He meant….
Michael hugged Brian’s arm against his body, quick to answer, “No. Not like that. He…. It just got…. Got a little intense.” His words were reassuring, but the hushed hesitant phrasing had Brian’s gut clenching. Adding them to his own memory of how Michael had looked that morning, how he’d acted, and Brian came back to what he had wanted from Michael since entering the loft.
Taking Michael’s hand, Brian pulled him into the light of the bathroom. “Show me.”
Blinking against the brightness of surrounding them, Michael shook his head. “Brian, I’m fine. You don’t…. I’ll be alright.” He didn’t even seem to realize that once again he was hugging himself in conflicting contrast with his words. Always the comforter, never the comforted.
His controlled facade beginning to crack, Brian took the matter in hand as he snapped, “Bullshit.” Reaching out, he jerked Michael’s long sleeve shirt up and over his head. A second ticked by, a pause for breath and then the wrecked cotton fell from Brian’s fingers as he fought to process the view.
More bruising than just at the neck…. Michael bowed his head, frozen as Brian’s eyes traveled over him. There was another set of finger marks at his waist on the opposite side from his neck, discolored but fading scrapes over his chest and stomach which hadn’t broken the skin…. But worst of all were the marks at Michael’s wrists. Dark bruising that could only be caused by struggling against medal cuffs; they circled each wrist in glaring contrast to Michael’s pale skin.
Circling around to stand at Michael’s back, Brian cursed loudly enough to make Michael jump. More bruises, this time looking for all the world like Michael had been slammed into something hard…. Or fucked against something very unforgiving. The last thought had Brian clenching his jaw so hard it hurt. They weren’t the worst of the lot - only pressure marks; Michael’s wrists were the worst, but these on top of the rest showcased just how rough he’d been manhandled and how little care had been taken despite the risks.
And then Brian remembered…. That morning at the store, when Michael had struggled to rise up off the couch. He’d been favoring his hip, and then he’d…. “You‘re lying.”
Michael jerked his head up, turning to Brian as he asked, “What?”
“You said you weren’t hurt. That’s bullshit, Michael. I remember this morning, you had to fight to stand up. You fucking winced when you tried to walk away from me. What else did he do to you?”
Advancing on his friend, Brian took the smaller man in his arms, holding him trapped between the sink basin and the heat of his own body. He ran his hands down Michael’s back, keeping the touch soft until it cleared the marks and then he added pressure at Michael’s waist before deliberately letting his hands drop to the curves of Michael’s ass.
Gasping at the blatant touch, at the sensitive skin being manipulated beneath harsh denim and the clutch of Brian’s hand - Michael shivered as he felt himself responding yet again to Brian’s temptation. But combined with his desire was his embarrassment and guilt at having made a bad choice. He tried to duck his head, but Brian caught the move in time to stop it with another sweeping kiss. Soft, gentle, meant to entice - it lasted but a moment and then he released Michael so that they were once again looking into each other’s eyes.
“What did he do?”
Michael stumbled to get the words out, blushing when they managed to sound forth in a whisper. “I asked him to do it. I asked him to….”
A spark of fear, a wave of please-don’t-let-him-say-he-wanted-to-be-hurt and Brian’s anger swept through his response, “You asked him to do this?” Spinning Michael around, he swept his hand down the smaller man’s chest and made Michael look at the reflection of them both in the mirror over the sink.
Michael was already shaking his head, denying it as he gripped the cold marble of the basin under his hands. Using the touch to ground him as he shivered both with his own response to the implication and in the wake of Brian’s demand. “No! I wanted to know what it felt like…. What he was feeling at…. I just wanted it so bad. I…. I didn’t know it would get out of hand. I thought….”
The stuttering stop and start of his words ended as Michael closed his eyes. He took a breath, counted to calm himself and when he thought he could finish without stopping, he kept his eyes shut and continued. “I wanted to feel what that man felt, at the ball. I wanted to feel taken. And instead….” Opening his eyes, he met Brian’s gaze in the mirror. “Instead, I just got a rough fuck.”
“You were in over your fucking head, playing a game you don’t know the rules to with a stranger you couldn’t even trust. Jesus, Michael.” Brian looked like he was fighting the urge to shake Michael in frustration, but he managed just to pull him tighter against himself instead. “What if things had gone worse than they did? He could have….” He had to stop the words because they sent a dread through his gut that made him feel ill. He just had to stop because going further with that thought was unthinkable.
Quick to dampen Brian’s worry, Michael repeated softly, “He didn’t, he didn’t. I’ll be okay.”
The implication to Brian’s way of thinking was that Michael wasn’t okay now. He wanted to know, had to see for himself. It wasn’t a matter of what it would mean, could mean or where it would go - he just did what he had to do.
One hand then two, falling to Michael’s jeans and he was opening the button, pulling at the zip. Michael made to stop him, questioning him with a look which Brian met hard in the glass. Fingers holding the metal tab and Brian continued pulling down as he soothed, as he insisted, “No, stand still. Be still….” When Michael started again to stop him, Brian nuzzled at his friend‘s cheek, speaking low as his lips played across Michael‘s ear, “I have to know. I need to see. Let me, let me.”
Locked in on the sound of Brian’s words, the need behind them and the feel of Brian at his back - Michael couldn’t think to argue anymore. He was too weary to want to, too shattered in thought to ask why not anymore. And like one who had found the faith of giving up, giving in and who was thankful for somewhere to fall - Michael dropped his clutching hands and let it happen.
Brian worked the zipper to its end, then raised his hands to Michael’s hips and pulled. Pulled the jeans and underwear off slim hips, over the curve of Michael’s ass and then down the line of his legs. Following the path of his hands and the dark fabric’s fall, Brian ended up on his knees as he finished removing the jeans and Michael’s shoes. He let his eyes follow his hands, running them both back up the pale line of Michael’s body from ankles to thighs before stopping to rest just below the swell of his behind. Running his eyes over the firm, high cheeks, Brian raised his hands to touch as well as look.
Michael’s breath grew ragged, as he fought not to voice the moan building in his throat. Brian’s hands were warm, the sensation they caused growing more intense the longer it lasted. And then Michael lost the ability to curtail his response as he gasped aloud.
Finding the skin of Michael’s bottom thankfully free of marks or bruises, Brian moved on to more intimate boundaries. It was the last question that had to be answered…. Pressing up, pressing out, Brian pulled Michael’s cheeks apart, exposing him to the chorus of Michael’s own gasping cry.
“Brian. Brian….” Michael clenched his hands into fists, his skin flushed scarlet because it was Brian touching him, looking at him in such a way.
Voice made huskier by the view, Brian shushed Michael, “Shh, Mikey. Lean forward, just a bit. That’s right.”
The return of his nickname, familiar and affectionate, helped Michael to follow Brian’s instructions without over-thinking the awkwardness the position could produce. If it had been a doctor, Michael would have been tense and unsettled - embarrassed. With it being Brian, he was still unsettled - but a thought to the wanton picture he must be presenting to the man at his back had Michael feeling tension of another kind. The blood rushing to his groin was evidence enough that what he felt was more sexual than ashamed. He closed his eyes again, unable to keep focused on anything but the sensation of Brian’s hands and the thought of what they may do next.
Checking for signs of damage, Brian was glad to see there wasn’t any evidence of tearing. Though by the looks of it, Michael had taken a lot. He had to be sore. Sore enough to feel it with every step, so why the hell had he been back at Dominion again the next night…. Brian clenched his jaw, shaking his head. He didn’t realize until Michael grabbed the basin for balance that he had tightened his hold on him in anger. Or some other emotion that built his ire, one tinged in green that he wasn‘t about to admit even to himself.
Whatever the cause, Brian felt the warmth spreading through himself; felt the fire moving further down until his jeans were binding and his skin hot. He was close enough that his breath was raining over Michael’s skin, causing the other man to murmur and shift under Brian’s hands. Looking up the line of Michael’s back, Brian watched as he ran his thumb over the opening to his friend’s body. Watched as Michael sucked in a breath in startled discomfort, but pushed back into the touch anyway with Brian’s name on his lips.
Michael arched into the sensation Brian was teasing him with, knuckles white as he fought not to do anything that would cause Brian to stop. Stopping wasn’t an option anymore. Not with Brian at his back, not with the press and tease of those hands, not with the brush of Brian’s cheek as he ran his face over the smooth skin of Michael’s ass. His entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he finally echoed the word he’d been allowed only an hour before, “Please.”
Sighing as he smiled, face pressed against the warmth of Michael’s body, Brian dropped his hands to rest on the front of Michael’s thighs. Effectively hugging him from behind while still fully clothed on his knees, Brian slowly began running his fingers up Michael’s legs - one fraction of an inch at a time. “Please stop?”
“Don’t….” Michael’s voice failed him in the wake of Brian’s intentional distraction; hands a bare inch from his groin as fingertips drummed against the inner curve of his thighs, a tongue at the small of his back as it traveled from just above the crease of his cheeks up the length of his spine only to stop again as Brian blew hot air over his damp skin. In the breach between pride and desperation, Michael couldn’t hide what he wanted most. “Please, don’t stop.”
Moaning softly at the sound of Michael’s final permission, Brian rose up behind him. He pulled his shirt over his head and pressed against Michael’s back, watching the other man’s eyes turn darker with the contact. When Michael tried to turn around, Brian stopped him with a tisk. “Stay still.” He let his appreciation sound forth as Michael circled back against him, Michael’s hands reaching back to hold Brian‘s hips. While he enjoyed Michael’s initiative, he wasn’t going to let himself be enticed into changing his plans. After all this was his show….and Michael had been a very bad boy. “Eyes forward, Mikey. Hands down.”
Michael wanted to move, to turn and kiss Brian, to touch him - but one look at the man’s face and he stopped trying. He dropped his hands, fingers curling into fists at his sides as he watched Brian leaning in to taste the back of his neck. Lashes fluttering, he inhaled sharply as Brian’s brief wet claim immediately turned into the bite of teeth. “Ahhh…”
Encircling Michael’s small frame with one arm, Brian held him fast as Michael jerked and then sagged at the sign of possession. It wasn’t a pressure meant to harm, but to mark. Brian let up quickly, licking the shallow indentions of his teeth that lie on Michael’s neck. Enjoying the feel of Michael’s shivering in response, and the sound of Michael’s murmured sigh as it echoed through the room.
Running his free hand down the line of Michael’s back, Brian rubbed his palm over the smaller man’s ass. Every pass down the center line saw the teasing dip of his fingers as they tickled over Michael’s crease. And then as Michael bit his lip and moaned, Brian circled the flat of his thumb down between to once again play over Michael’s opening. He wanted inside so badly, wanted to feel the heat of Michael surrounding as he watched Michael’s face while they fucked. But he knew it was too soon after Michael’s carelessness, after the rough play of the night Michael had admitted to….
Still, the sensitive ache of his worn flesh didn’t keep Michael from panting and pleading with his eyes for it. Tone gruff with his own arousal, Brian shook his head while saying, “You can’t take me yet, Mikey. You’re too sore for it.” He smiled as a look of defiance crossed Michael’s face, “Uhn uh… No arguing.” He nipped at Michael’s ear, holding him fast as he reached between them and started undoing his jean.
Belt buckle jiggling, Brian made quick work of yanking it from his jeans. “The only thing you have to do, is what I tell you to do.” He moved back a step, releasing Michael from his captive hold but keeping a hand pressed flat against the mark he’d made on Michael’s neck. Eyes locked in reflection, he demanded, “Yes?”
Caught in the heated web of his own need and Brian’s eyes, Michael had to answer twice because his first attempt failed to carry past the tightness in his throat. “Yes.”
Threading his fingers through Michael’s hair, Brian turned Michael’s head for a kiss. He kept kissing Michael until the man tried to turn in his arms, then Brian released him. Lifting the belt he’d maintained a hold of, Brian looped it quickly around Michael’s arms and pulled. Pulled the circle tight until Michael’s arms were constrained by the leather locked above his elbows, behind his back. It wasn’t meant to cause pain, and it didn’t. It was meant as a method to enforce Brian’s command, and it did.
“oh god…” A whisper, made rough and low, escaped from Michael as he squeezed his eyes closed in response to Brian’s sudden move. He was hovering there, whether it was a second or a moment immeasurable, wading through the feel of being out of his own control. Willing, oh so willing….
Pleased at Michael’s reaction, Brian pulled at the buttons of his jeans, breathing in deeply as the release of his confined erection. He pushed the denim down and stepped out of the jeans. Making a grab for a small bottle of body oil, Brian turned back to Michael. Turned back and pressed completely bare against Michael’s body for the first time….
Pushing, moving his cock along the crease of Michael’s body, Brian groaned. “Perfect.” So warm, so smooth and firm against him. And the expression on Michael’s face, his eyes still closed as Brian continued. The only word Brian could think of to describe it was hunger.
Reaching between them, he opened the bottle and coated his fingers. “Open your eyes. I want you to see me touching you.”
Fighting to do as told as if afraid of waking from a dream, Michael opened heavy-lidded eyes and watched….
Catching Michael across the chest again with his free arm, Brian steadied him as Michael started at the sensation of Brian’s slicked fingers trailing down between the cheeks of his ass. Brian hissed softly as Michael’s hips circled back, trying to push into the glide of the tease; hissed because Michael was rounding against the arch and rise of his hard-on which served to torment Brian in return. Grabbing Michael’s hip, Brian forced him to still as he leaned them both further forward - pushing Michael into a position that had him at an angle to the sink, still able to look into the mirror but vulnerable to Brian’s control. To Brian’s intent….
And then to the man’s actions as Brian thrust against Michael, thrusting between the hot curves of his behind and along the channel between. The oil easing the way, allowing him to move without harming Michael more, Brian gasped at the feel of Michael surrounding him, hot and smooth. It was a step away from the temptation to take all, but also closer than he’d been to knowing what going bare would be with nothing between them. “Oh, fuck. Feel me. Feel me, Michael.”
Michael was panting, breathy moans escaping him as he hung half suspended being pulled back again and again into Brian’s thrusts. He couldn’t move his arms, couldn’t change his position - trapped and loving it as Brian continued fucking himself against him. The burn of friction heat and his own use-worn flesh had Michael trapped on the edge of sense overload; his cock left untouched and screaming at him to be touched. But he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel Brian at his back as their bodies moved and their eyes remained locked, one with the other.
The smooth rhythm, insisting and fierce, soon altered - soon fell into jaunted pushes and desperate hiccupped slams as they came closer and closer to the moment long suffered by self-denial. It rose in Brian like a crashing storm, making him cry out. Making him reach around to take Michael with him as he captured Michael’s leaking length in his hand and stroked, pulled until the smaller man bucked into his grip. A mix of two voices calling out to each other, and answering that yes they too were there, that it was now and that now was it as the pair crested in a flash of liquid floods, in front and behind.
Leaving them wrecked but found in a moment that drove thought back by the power of their need.
“Oh, yeah. Ohhhh…yeah.” Brian murmured as his body vibrated in the shadow of pleasure; his body wet with sweat and his muscles loose. Burying his face in Michael’s dark hair, he rested over the other’s back – the two of them now bent over the sink in exhaustion. As their breathing eased and hearts slowed to normal, the silence of the room was broken by the noise of laughter. Brian’s chuckling resonating in Michael’s ear, speaking of a man well sated. Well satisfied….
Michael smiled softly, even around the whirl of questions and thoughts that were invading the fading sexual haze of his mind. He’d always cherished the sound of Brian’s laughter, wanting always to give him more cause to break free with it through the years. And now, to hear it after what they’d done….
“Brian….” His voice broke as Brian’s hands started running over his body; thighs, hips, waist and then back. The more he was touched, the more he lost the ability to say, well, anything. And the more it took him out of his head, which for now was something that made him thankful.
Rising, Brian pulled Michael up. He tugged the belt free, tossing it on top of his jeans on the floor. There were no marks to add to the rest, just a pressure line that would fade before morning. The only signs of his possession were the bite on Michael’s neck and the traces of their seed on his skin. Brian circled him to steal a kiss that continued as he rubbed his arms.
Moaning at the mix of sensations - Brian’s kiss and the pinprick feeling of returning blood to his limbs, Michael pressed close and encircled Brian’s waist with a hug. A hold he tightened when Brian drew back from the kiss…. “Not yet, I want to touch you.” The words tumbled out as Michael dropped his eyes again, the flash of doubt obvious as he worried that he would be told they were done or that he had to go. It wasn’t rational, the fear…but it was real.
And the look on Michael’s face was one Brian knew from long experience. Returning the hug, he squeezed him tight then took his hand and headed to the shower. “Then come with me.”
Looking up into Brian’s face, Michael echoed the smile he found there. And let himself be led inside.
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Later the loft, dark with only the moon shining through the large bank of windows - lending light to the scene, was the backdrop to the old new pair wrapped close together in Brian’s bed. The position wasn’t new. There were countless moments from their past when they’d shared a bed, when they’d been in each other’s arms - whether they started the night out that way, or woke to it come morning’s light.
Tonight saw them sprawled over the bed, Michael half pulled on top of Brian as he slept with an arm around Brian’s waist and a leg pressed between Brian’s thighs. After they’d played a little in the shower, touching, kissing but both feeling languid enough not to rush into a quickie round two, Brian had pulled Michael onto the mattress and let him settle into the position that would suit him best all things considered. When Michael had let his trailing hand reach down to naughtier things, there had been some playful tussling as Brian laced their fingers and pushed the touch away. “Sleep, Mikey. Sleep.” He was amused by the rapidness with which Michael did just that….
Until he remembered why Michael had more of a need for sleep than he did. Not that he’d needed the reminder when the evidence was still spread over Michael’s body, in marked contrast to his pale skin, both in the shower and now even in the shadows of moonlight. The longer he thought about it, the longer sleep eluded him. He kept trying to reason out how it had all spiraled together…
Brian knew in retrospect that anyone Michael usually continued seeing was a) bigger than him, physically imposing and/or b) domineering. He wasn’t a fool; he realized those were both qualities he possessed, but seen in reflection with this newer evidence of Michael’s desires and certain things were becoming more apparent. Like the joy in Michael’s face, in his voice when he told Brian about he and Ben’s wild night of tame bondage. Something he could enjoy due to the safety of his circumstances, with little to no risks. Unlike the uncertainty and danger he’d have faced at Babylon on all the years he’d avoided the Leather Ball.
And unfortunately, very much like the poor choice he’d made of choosing Dylan at Dominion as his pickup.
All of it, swirled in with Michael’s generally submissive nature - his desire always to please those in his life and in his heart…. Mix it with his being a bottom, and the way he’d given in, given up to Brian’s control tonight. Fuck….
Brian didn’t want to think about anyone else touching, taking Michael in that way. Hell, to be honest now…. In any way. He was feeling a sense of possessiveness he’d never allowed in the past with anyone he’d had sex with; but thinking about it, he realized that he’d always been possessive of Michael. Of his time, his affection…. Brian had seen with David how quickly he could get his back up when another man laid claim to Michael. He’d been less obvious about it with Ben, but again it was there - only kept manageable by the fact that the professor had been more accepting of Brian’s time with Michael than David had been.
Brian and Michael.
For so many years they’d been each other’s soft place to fall….
And now, now Brian knew he’d meant the claim he’d staked earlier in the bar. Michael was his. More than ever, his. And he wasn’t giving that up. Despite his own baser nature and the words they’d hear from others, Brian was certain. He could hold him through any doubts, would help him through this newer journey.
And looking along the line of Michael’s body, seeing again the darkness set into his skin - Brian knew just where to start.
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“You know, Kinney. You’re going to owe me one on this.”
Brian laughed quietly, keeping it low because it was still early yet and he didn’t want to wake Michael. Holding the cell phone between his shoulder and his chin, he managed to tie his shoes as he answered the man on the line. “Hey, I asked your opinion. It’s your idea to set up the consult today.”
“Well as much as it would intrigue me to play fly on the wall for this latest development in your life, I do have my professional ethics to think about. Our last called-in favor is more than reason enough for me not to be able to play shrink for you a second time.”
Shaking his head as he crossed the loft, Brian smiled at the memory. “You could give me advice before we fucked, but now that I’ve had you - you’re pawning me off to a stranger.”
Now it was the other’s turn to laugh, “The flirting was nice, the sex was better. But I’m a respected shrink in this town, Kinney. And I intend to stay that way, even if it is a certain well-adjusted and high-functioning bastard asking the favor.”
Amused at hearing the turned around compliment again after so long, Brian asked, “So who is this guy? And why the rush?”
“His name is Dr. Declan Rai. He’s newer to town than I am, but we’ve known each other for years. Top of our class, with all the appropriate accolades to make even a cynic like you happy. But more to the point, this situation is more in keeping with his expertise than mine.” A pause, then he continued in a serious tone, “I wouldn’t have recommended him unless I knew he was someone you could trust. Someone I thought you could trust with Michael….”
The man on the phone wasn’t new to the area, had been a resident of the Pitts for almost a decade. And like most long time members of the gay community, he was well aware of the friendship between King Kinney and Debbie Novotny’s son, Michael. If you weren’t hearing about Michael from Debbie at Liberty Diner, then you were seeing Michael and Brian at each other’s sides on any given night. He understood the seriousness behind Brian’s confession, and he wasn’t about to take it lightly when it was his business to help.
“As for the rush, he won’t be in his office for the next week on vacation. So if you want your initial consult and his advice, now’s the time to do it.”
Brian sat at his computer desk, looking at the blank screen and thinking. “I don’t want to scare Michael by drowning him in this before he even has a chance to wade into the pool. Are you certain this guy won’t….” Sighing heavily, he continued, “Are you certain he will give us what we need?”
Silence on the other end as the guy processed the “us” and “we” in that question, then he answered truthfully. “Brian. Of anyone locally, Declan is the best at what he does. He’s the one you want guiding you both in this, I promise.”
“Okay, okay. How do you know you can get us in today?”
“He owes me a favor.” When he heard Brian laughing, he tisked back, “Not that kind of favor, you shit. I’ll get you in with him. Let me call his assistant and work it out, then I’ll ring you back with the time.”
“Thanks.” Brian paused, frowning as he added, “As for owing you….”
“I’d say forget it, but after you both meet Declan you’ll owe me bigger than you know.” Another pause, then he put Brian out of his misery, “Don’t worry, Kinney. I’ll just send you a bill. I think it sounds like your favor card just got shredded long past its due.” He didn’t wait for a response, ringing off after having the last word.
Leaving Brian smiling as he looked through the slats of his bedroom walls, murmuring, “Truer words, asshole. Truer words….”
- - - - - - -
Inching toward consciousness through a haze of aching muscles and soreness for the second day, Michael again found himself face to face with hazel eyes. He blinked sleepily, and still there they were. Brian’s eyes and Brian himself, smiling down at Michael as Michael softly smiled in return. They didn’t speak, but more was said than not as they shared the moment with Brian lying on his side as Michael lay curled up in kind.
It wasn’t that there weren’t any doubts or questions running through his mind, Michael found. It was that with Brian there, close by with his expression relaxed and open, the rest could wait.
Enjoying the moment himself, Brian decided to delay his news for a bit. He leaned in and kissed Michael, slow and soft, staying with it until the passion woke and grew. Groaning against Michael’s lips, Brian stepped things up by crawling over Michael’s body and pressing him to the bed. He was fully clothed against Michael’s naked skin, and the feel of him had Michael gasping into their kiss.
Bracing Michael’s arms to the mattress, blocking the smaller man’s movements against him - Brian drew back as Michael tried again to taste him. A heated look on his face, Brian held himself just out of reach as Michael found he couldn’t even struggle free and groaned before dropping into stillness. “Shhhhh…. I know you, Mikey. You like this don’t you?” When Michael would have answered, Brian shook his head no. “I know you like me, but what I mean is you like *this.*” He pressed down again to emphasize his restraining touch, symbolic of his control. “You like this and me, together. Don’t you?”
Almost turning his head away, Michael managed to fight the impulse to hide and answered, “Yes.” His voice was thick and his face was slightly red, but he did answer.
“And you want more, yes?”
“Yes.”
Brian nipped at Michael’s lip, tugging just a bit to show he was serious, then let go to say, “Spell it out for me. What do you want?”
“Mor…. More, of this with you.” Michael’s words were a tumble, barely said when Brian circled down against him, teasing him as they both hardened - only the soft well worn denim of Brian’s jeans and the cotton of his shirt separated them from touching.
Breathing warmly over Michael’s parted mouth, Brian growled softly, “What’s the word, Michael?”
“Please. Bri….” Cut off by the claiming answer of Brian’s kiss, Michael lost himself in the feel of it. Enjoying it with all he was, with only one wish - and that was of course for more of the same.
On the brink of forgetting himself in the moment and the feel of Michael so eager under him, Brian continued to have at him - running the risk of letting all else fall behind. Until he managed to remember the need to stop. “Fuck, we’re going to be late.“ He quickly stood, pulling a startled Michael up from the bed.
“Wha…? Brian?” Dizzy from being yanked up and made to stand, when the instant before they’d been….
“Shit,” Michael caught a look at the bedside clock. It was almost ten in the morning. “I’ve gotta open the store. And you are late for work….”
Brian caught him mid-sentence, holding him to calm the rush. “Mikey. Mikey. I took care of it. Vic’s already at the store; he’ll be there for the day. And officially, I’ve been working from home for two days.” When Michael started to ask something else, Brian pulled him closer. “Now, you’re going to get dressed. We need to get a move on.”
Michael frowned, “Where are we going?”
Brian chuckled, giving Michael’s ass a quick slap before drawing back to leave him standing by the bed. “Places to go, people to see. Now get dressed.” He reached down to grab Michael’s jeans and threw them at him.
“What about…uhm….” Michael flushed, remembering how his shirt had been ruined.
Brian nodded to the bed, indicating the shirt he had already laid out earlier for Michael to wear. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled with a wicked smirk. “You’re working your way through my wardrobe, one shirt at a time.” Seeing that Michael was about to apologize, he stopped him by commenting seriously. “I enjoy dressing you, Mikey. So no arguing, understood?” It was the low, intimate voice he’d used the night before - the one that had Michael caught with almost the first word.
Speechless, Michael could only nod as Brian turned and walked away…. It was only after he’d taken a breath and reached down for the black pull over, that Michael realized he still had no idea where they were going…. And aside from basic curiosity, that if it was with Brian - he really didn’t care.
tbc... in Part 4.
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