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Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 11
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 11
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“Stop fidgeting.” Brian had caught Michael out of the corner of his eye, watching him checking and rechecking himself in the mirror as Brian finished zipping up their bags. “You look fantastic.” Coming to stand behind him, Brian looked into the mirror. “You are fantastic.”
Smiling despite his nervous energy, Michael said, “You’ve said that before.”
Encircling Michael’s waist, Brian gave him a squeeze. “Bears repeating.” He turned Michael around and kissed him. “You’ve been quiet this morning.”
“Feeling a little off-kilter.” Michael shrugged, trying to dismiss the sensation.
“Because we’re going back, right? Time to face the lions and tigers and bears, oh my.” Brian grinned, arching his eyebrows as Michael gave him a shove.
“Don’t make me laugh….” Michael admonished, even as he was indeed laughing.
Growing serious after a bit, Brian said, “Hey, listen. Are you listening?” As Michael nodded, Brian moved his hand up to hold the back of Michael’s neck, feeling the leather of the collar against his palm. “I told you before, I protect what’s mine.”
Feeling his eyes watering, Michael closed them as he buried his face against Brian’s chest, hugging him tight. Murmuring quietly, “Love you.”
Brian nuzzled Michael’s dark hair, enjoying the scent and the feel of it against his face. “I’ve got your back,” he whispered, saying one last word softly against the shell of Michael’s ear. Knowing it would hold the power to act as a balm to Michael’s frazzled nerves. Even if only in the moment.
And with that one word, “baby,” said close and low between them, Michael took a breath and gave in to letting go.
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“Remember, give us a ring in a few days. I’m looking forward to seeing your store.” Ash’s enthusiastic words sounded over the rev of Brian’s jeep coming from behind them. The bags were inside, and the engine was running, warmed for the trip back.
“It’s not much, just a hole in the wall.” Michael smiled, pulling his business card from his wallet to give to Ashton.
“I doubt that, Michael. But even so, it’s yours and I’m sure I’ll love it.”
Michael laughed as Ashton gave him a quick hug. Saying their goodbyes, he turned to get into the jeep.
Declan stood at the driver’s side door, shaking hands with Brian before handing him an envelope. “The negatives from Michael’s photo shoot. I thought you’d like them for safe keeping.”
Brian looked down at the envelope for a moment, then back at Declan. “Thanks. For all of it.”
With a small smile, Declan nodded. “Keep in touch.”
Brian agreed, “Definitely.”
Declan gave Michael a wave, then stepped back as Ashton came around. A ball of energy, one whose magnetism was infectious and rare. “Keep safe.” Then unexpectedly, he leaned into the open door and pressed a quick kiss to Brian’s cheek. “And keep him. He‘s your best feature.”
Breaking out in a laugh, Brian replied, “That’s been a given since we were fourteen.”
One last wave to Michael, and then Ashton closed Brian’s door and leaned back against Declan to watch them drive off. The two men wrapped together against a blanket of snow as the jeep sped further and further away.
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“Why didn’t you tell me this was where we were going?” Michael’s voice sounded small within the cabin of the vehicle, as he looked out the window at the first stop they’d made since returning to the Pitts.
“Because if I had, you’d have been stressing out the whole way here. As it is, you’re shaking.” Brian took Michael‘s hand, waiting till he turned from the window to say, “I want this settled today, no more wondering and waiting for the bomb to land.”
Giving a nervous laugh, Michael replied, “No, you just want us to walk in carrying a news grenade and then pull out the pin.”
“In a manner of speaking, yeah. Mikey, no one’s going to take us being together seriously or show us any respect if we aren’t willing to be up front about it.”
Michael took a deep breath, and then agreed. “Ok, but if there is any head spinning or flame throwing, my ass is so out of there.”
Brian smiled, “Works for me.”
And so with faces not unlike that of dead men walking, the two exited the jeep and entered their destination - hand in hand.
- - - - - - -
One moment the air was filled with a mix of the jingle of the Liberty Diner door as it closed at their backs and the room filled with conversation, the next there was nothing but the loud shout of Michael’s name and the smothering pressure of a mother’s arms.
“Michael! You little asshole, where have you been?” Not that Michael could answer given he was fight to be able to just breathe, which he finally did as Debbie turned her eye on the man at his back. “And you,” a finger poked into Brian’s chest, “what’s the idea, orchestrating this disappearing act and taking my baby away without a word to me?”
Rubbing his chest, Brian answered, “The idea was that Michael is a grown man who can take a few days vacation without it being a major drama, Deb.”
Michael managed to free himself from his mother’s hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, but it just all happened too fast.” It was a lame excuse, but he wasn’t about to tell her how it really happened. She had enough ammo without the details. Trying to waylay the string of what-if’s that he knew she was prone to, he veered onto another topic, “How was your week? Any good gossip that we may have missed.”
“You mean aside from my son being kidnapped from family and home without a word or forwarding phone number, no. Can’t think of a thing.” She shot Brian another look.
Giving her his exaggerated fake laughing face, Brian came up and put an arm over Michael’s shoulders. “We probably could, couldn’t we, Mikey?” Only to laugh as Michael gave him a look that said get serious now, or else. So, clearing his throat, Brian nodded to the booth in the back and asked, “Can you take a break, Deb? We needed to talk to you.”
It was a good hour before the lunch crowd would begin to trickle in. Which they all knew. So despite giving Brian a suspicious look, she nodded and gave a shout into the back that she’d be on again in a few minutes.
Tugging on Michael’s hand, Brian walked to the back. Taking off his coat, then grabbing Michael’s, Brian threw them over the table and then slid into the booth. Sitting with his back to the room, he patted the seat beside him and smiled as Michael settled in close. Brian looked at him, enjoying that he’d had Michael wear the black cashmere sweater over jeans. The V-neck showed off the collar beautifully. Before Deb got to the booth, he leaned in and purred into the other man’s ear. “You’re making me hard just sitting there. Feel….” Grabbing Michael’s hand, Brian pulled it down under the table only to have Michael jerk away with a laugh, smiling at Brian’s antics despite the potential horror that was looming.
“Behave, Brian.” Michael’s voice fading into silence as his mother sat across from them.
“The word’s not in his vocabulary,” she laughed. “So what’s up?”
Brian couldn’t help it, her phrasing had him snickering as Michael nudged him in the ribs.
Frowning, she asked, “What’s with him?”
Trying to cover as he tried not to smile himself, Michael answered, “It’s nothing, mom. Just ignore him.”
“Many have tried and failed, Mikey. I’m rather unforgettable.”
Debbie shook her head and said with affection, “There’s not enough booth space for you and your ego, kid. Now you wanna tell me….” She stopped abruptly, her eye caught on something new. “Michael, what are you . . . when did you get that?”
Knowing she’d seen the collar, a.k.a. necklace, Michael won the battle with himself not to duck his head. Instead, he gave into the pride he felt at having been given it in the first place. “Brian gave it to me. Do you like it?”
Debbie considered the piece, then said, “It’s beautiful, but what’s the occasion?” She knew something was up, especially once she saw…. “Those look like they match the bracelet you gave Brian.”
With intent, Brian pushed up the sleeve of his pullover and placed his right arm flat onto the table. Making sure that the bracelet showed, and that the platinum shone in the light. “They’re the same ones.”
Her eyes widened at the sight of it, at seeing their two initials locked together for all to see. She looked back to Michael’s collar, then to the cuff and back again. Michael’s blushing face telling her more than even the jewelry could. “What are you telling me?”
Threading his left hand through the hair at the back of Michael’s neck, Brian drew her gaze and held it as he answered. “That even lost boys can grow up, and find their way home.” Knowing this wasn’t a moment he could half-ass or side-step, Brian said the words he knew both Debbie and Michael needed to hear. “I love him, Debbie. And despite my faults, he loves me.”
Surprisingly non-reactive, Debbie just looked at them and then calmly asked, “To clarify, love or in love?”
Turning to look into Michael’s dark eyes, Brian answered, “All in.” He lifted his hand from the table and touched the medallion at the base of Michael’s throat, tracing the “A” with his fingers. “Always.”
Michael closed his eyes as Brian leaned in and kissed him, the moment stretching on between them until they noticed Debbie had left the booth. Turning, he saw that she was standing at the foot of the table. Lips turned up in a smile.
Frowning, Michael asked, “Mom? Aren’t you going to yell, shout? Take a fork to Brian‘s balls?”
Brian shifted in his seat, “Hey, watch the imagery.”
Even Debbie had to laugh, but then she looked at them and grew thoughtful. Almost sadly resolute. When she spoke, it was to Brian. “From the very first, you have been a driving force in Michael’s life. I haven’t always approved or liked your hold on one another, but I’ve seen the power and the strength it’s given you both. There are just some things it’s useless to fight against.” Looking at Michael for a moment, she addressed Brian again, “He’s loved you for more than half his life, wanted you more than any other. Having you, will be everything.”
She paused, then said, “So as much as I’d like to wave the motherly wand and make all roads smooth and carefree, all I can do is say make him happy and don’t fuck it up.” Her voice wavered with emotion, but she held it back and smiled. Giving Michael a kiss on his forehead, Debbie rubbed at the mark of her lipstick before turning to Brian. She held out her hand, and it was to his credit that Brian only paused for a second before he placed his right hand in hers. Brushing her fingers over their initials, her eyes watered. “It’s beautiful. You little shit.” The last was punctuated by a quick slap upside Brian’s head, and then she was gone. Back to work, and into the kitchen as the two of them sat more than a little amazed.
Rubbing his head, Brian commented, “Who was that wacky wigged woman?”
“I have no idea.” Michael shifted to face him. “She didn’t blow a gasket and I still feel like we went three rounds with a heavyweight.” He saw the look that crossed Brian’s face, and quickly stopped him as Brian opened his mouth to reply. “Do NOT say it. That wasn’t meant as a set up for you to pun.”
Grinning, Brian held up to temptation and asked instead, “You hungry?”
Michael shook his head, “I don’t think I could eat for awhile. My stomach is still tied up in knots.”
Pressing close, Brian leaned in and brushed his lips against Michael’s. “Who said anything about food?” Kissing him slow and deep as the two of them remained unmindful of the looks of surprise that the regular diners were throwing their way, Brian drew back with reluctance to say, “I’m taking you home.”
A statement to which Michael only had one reply. “Yes, please.”
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“Ahhh, it won’t fit.”
“It’ll fit.”
“No it won’t. I’m trying to get it in, but either it’s too big or the damn thing is too tight.”
“Fuck, wait.”
“Wait? No way, we’re here and we’re doing this, so suck it up so I can get inside.”
It was too much, really. One minute they were locked together, breathless and frantic. The next, Brian replayed Michael’s words in his head and a split second later he was laughing his ass off as Michael tried to squeeze his fingers into Brian’s pocket. Scrambling against the constriction of tight denim, made worse by Brian’s hard-on, to pull the loft keys out of his pocket.
Michael frowned as Brian’s laughter echoed loudly in the hall, “What?” He was still trapped, pressed against the wall by Brian’s body, with his hand trying to work its way between them and into Brian’s jeans. Smiling in question, it only took one glance from Brian - the look directed to where Michael’s fingers were wedged half in and out of his pocket, for Michael realize just what had Brian so amused. “Oh ha, ha. You do it then.”
“I plan on doing ‘it’ well, and often. And more importantly, very very soon. Now,” he leaned in and blew a hot stream of breath up the line of Michael’s neck. Speaking against his ear, “Ask me the secret to gaining the prize.”
Pressing even closer, Michael hooked his thumbs through Brian’s belt loops and grinned. Whispering, “What’s the secret?”
Eyes shining mischievously, Brian reached down and gave his button fly one long pull; until both sides parted like a frame for dark curls. Pulling Michael’s hand to just - the - right - spot . . . and to the left. “Sesame’s open, come right on inside.”
Fingers in Brian’s pocket, Michael took the keys in hand. Giving them a rattle, he stood on his toes and kissed his response onto Brian’s lips, “Open the door. Now.”
Brian kissed him back, feeling the flame sparking higher as Michael sealed the deal with a sweep of his tongue. With a nod, Brian moved back and took the keys from Michael, but caught his hand and said with a smile, “Pushy bottom.”
Michael threw Brian a look, while trying not to laugh, and answered back, “Get us inside, and you can push into my bottom all you like.”
Affecting a look of shock, Brian gave a look around. “Did you just channel Ashton Forster? Or did he throw his voice?”
Michael folded his arms, and crooked his head. Saying with a patience his hard-on shouldn’t afford, “Loft. Key. You. Me. Now….”
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Having been in the loft thousands of times through the years, Michael entered quickly but made no attempt to look around. He threw off his coat with an eager impatience and quickly toed off his shoes, even starting on his belt before he turned to see that Brian wasn’t doing anything at all….
Anything but standing by the now closed door, leaning against it after having thrown his coat on the floor. Leaning and looking at Michael, face both feral and strangely serious. Like he was torn between pouncing and waiting for the preverbal shoe to drop.
“Brian?”
Brian pushed off from the door and walked towards Michael, circling behind him at the last minute. Standing tall at Michael’s back as they faced the door, he murmured, “Somebody’s got a seeee-cret.“
“What?“ Laughing, Michael looked up and asked, “Who?“
Brian hugged him, then with a kiss, he answered. “Me.“ He waked around front, until he was Michael’s whole view. “Wanna know what it is?”
Michael gave Brian a look that said ‘duh,’ but Brian didn’t budge until Michael joked, “Starts with a ‘Y’ and ends in a ‘S’….”
Grinning, Brian shook his head at Michael expression, at the energy that was radiating from his smile. “Well, let’s see. It’s big.” He moved a step closer. “It‘s ready.” Another step, almost touching. “And it’s all for you.” Chest to chest, he stopped. “And me.” Brian pressed his forehead to Michael’s, arms around his shoulders.
Michael brushed his hand up Brian’s thigh, coming in between them to thread his fingers through the curls still showing out of Brian’s open fly. “Feels like the secret’s ready to come to light.”
Sucking in a breath as Michael pushed inside his jeans; Brian quickly caught his wrist and stopped the tease. “Not yet, close your eyes.”
Thinking it was another game, another form of foreplay, Michael did. But laughed as Brian guided him around, then walked him blind a few steps until Michael was lost to which direction they were facing.
Brian brushed his hand under the sweater Michael was wearing and caressed the small of his back, keeping them connected with a touch as he opened himself, and his life in a way he never had before…. “Welcome home, Michael.”
Understanding it to be permission, Michael opened his eyes and…. “Brian! How did you, why is he here?”
Right in front of them was one of Michael’s most treasured things, something he’d had for years and years. A staple of his life in so many ways, a gift from Brian that Michael had and would forever value.
Captain Astro, now hung on display against the wall of Brian’s loft. Positioned to the right of the loft door, past Brian’s computer desk; it was suspended on the wall that had previously held a full length mirror. Illuminated from above by a new light, one installed to cascade softly over the vibrant colors of the artwork.
At Michael’s side, Brian shrugged. “He goes where you go.”
“Where I go? But….”
“Shhh…. Just listen. I made a choice when I claimed you.” Brian turned Michael to face the room, standing at his back. “When I took you, it was to keep you. Close,” he leaned in, “very, very close.” Passing Michael, Brian walked further into the room, turned back and spread his arms out as he said again, “Welcome home, Michael.” Dropping his arms, he smiled softly. “Have a look around.”
Turning his head left and right, Michael’s eyes grew wide with surprise. He looked back at Brian, “You, you want me to live here?”
Grinning now, enjoying the moment as it dawned across Michael’s face, Brian said, “Looks like you already do….” Laughing he sat on a stool at the kitchen island, looking more relaxed than he felt as Michael began to walk around.
In a space that had forever been streamlined and cool, Michael saw with astonished eyes that the loft was now a mix of Brian’s style and his own warmth and clutter. All his things, spread out and at home in their new place. Fuck, it was . . . everything was, theirs. Interwoven with style and a consideration for detail that had Michael shaking his head in surprise as he walked through the different areas of the loft.
The kitchen - his magnets and pictures were on the fridge, arranged in an array over the steel shine of the doors. The odd ceramic novelty from his superhero collection sitting here and there on the counters; his mugs mixed in with Brian’s own.
The corner to the left of the kitchen was completely rearranged. Though Brian’s black leather chair remained, the area was pure Michael. Book and display shelves lined both walls; filled to capacity, though neatly organized with his collection of books, games and some of his treasured collectables that he’d thought too valuable to display at his store. All of it an odd, but fitting mix with the simplicity of the dining area, which remained the same.
Walking back past an amused but still silent Brian, Michael looked over at the computer desk and noticed what he’d not seen before - his eyes having been drawn only to Captain Astro. The desk was the same, but the mouse pad was his. Along the walls, on either side of the steel shelves that held Brian’s music system, were new CD racks to hold the addition of his CD’s and programs, standing side by side with Brian‘s own.
The living room was much the same; the shag carpet, side chairs and glass table remained. But the sofa had a few additions; soft pillows in burgundy were positioned on either end, an incredibly beautiful multicolored crazy quilted throw arranged artfully over the back - the colors rich and vibrate against the white sofa. Almost like an empty canvas being embraced by a comic book heart….
Michael had to laugh, despite the lump in his throat and the emotions running so close beneath the surface, as he saw his Wonder Woman coasters on the glass table.
In the TV area, again the combining showed through. Furniture the same, but with Michael’s gaming equipment now on the same stand as Brian’s entertainment center. To the left of the television was Michael’s statue of Superman’s upper torso and head, placed in the corner on the floor. The cabinets on the left were opened to show that their video and DVD collections were now housed together on separate sides. A few of his pictures and figurines had been placed on top to be easily seen.
“Guess what’s going on the wall over the television….”
Michael turned to find Brian at his back. Shrugging, he asked, “Give me a hint?” But one look at Brian’s expression, and the way his eyes were traveling up Michael’s body gave it away. “Oh, no you are NOT. You wouldn‘t.”
Brian arched his eyebrow in response, grinning like the devil he was. “Michael. I have a naked man up in my dining room, so you can bet that I would put your ass up in here.” When Michael shook his head and started to protest, Brian put a finger to his lips to stop him. “It’s going up, I’ve already decided. And the spot is NOT negotiable.” Pressing a kiss to Michael’s forehead, Brian took his hand and pulled him over by the stairs. “Besides, we’ve already got the story worked out, remember.”
“It’s not the story, it’s my ass. On the wall.” Michael gave a nervous laugh, feeling his face heating.
“All the better, considering the value I place on your ass.” Brian teased. “Now, on to the most important items, which you’ve been too adorably flabbergasted to ask about yet.” Reaching down, he opened first one, then another and then another of the cabinet drawers built into the forefront of platform to the left of the stairs, just under the glass panels that made up his bedroom walls. “Voila, all safe and sound. And in corresponding Novotny order….”
Michael’s comics, his entire private collection, was thoughtfully housed within the cabinet. Each deep drawer had a custom fitted collector’s box placed inside, and was filled with safety wrapped comic books that Michael had been collecting since he was a kid.
“God, Brian. How did you do all of this? When?”
“I enlisted a few co-conspirators. Vic, Emmett and Ted. Who, by the way, are holding onto the latest gossip that Brian Kinney and Michael Novotny are now happily living and fucking together, only by the skin of their teeth. And under much duress, and threats of ball breaking - at least on the Temmets’ parts.”
Brian closed the drawers, then he stood and pulled Michael close. “I told them no phone calls until Monday, so expect your ear to be talked off tomorrow.”
“You’re telling me they’ve held their tongues on something THIS big, since what? Tuesday? That must have been one hell of a conversation.”
“Why do you think I was so late getting back to you? I had to break the news, convince them I wasn’t lying or pulling their legs and then get them to help getting all this setup. Not to mention checking in on them Friday to make sure they’d handled things like I’d asked. And all without them saying anything to a certain synthetic red head.”
Michael laughed, “My own miracle worker.”
Brian nodded, “It’s a knack.” He walked up the stairs, “Want to see the rest?”
Following him, Michael looked around again in amazement. It was the same, but different. New…. The ledge on the right was now home to Michael’s small metal planes and tin toy soldiers. The same ones he’d had to try and explain the emotional and historic value of to David, what felt so long ago. The chest of drawers on the right of the bed was larger; the same style as before but almost twice the size. The photograph of Gus on top, was now joined by Michael’s framed pictures of him and Brian, and a group shot of them with Emmett and Ted taken a couple years back. A quick glance towards Brian showed that the closet had been divided and filled up as well.
And last, the bed…. The same, but covered now in vibrant China red. Sheets, duvet and pillows, too. A color Michael obviously loved considering the color of his old bedroom furniture. A color Brian wanted to see Michael spread out against as he took him….
Speaking of which….
Brian pulled his shirt over his head, toeing off his shoes as he pushed his jeans down his legs. Naked, he threw back the duvet and sprawled out over the sheets; his leather clad wrist moving up and down as he lightly stroked his cock. A hot look in his eyes and a knowing smile on his face, “So…. Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?”
Michael, who had been staring since Brian’s clothing hit the floor, quickly switched back into the need they’d been building since leaving the diner. He pulled off his shoes, and then quickly took off the sweater and his jeans before climbing onto the bed. The collar and cuffs dark and beautiful against his skin. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he gasped as Brian rolled on top, pushing him flat onto the bed.
“Hmmm, how about this,” Brian whispered; his words said low and intimate between them. “How about having me inside you till we both come screaming….”
“Oh, fuck . . . yeah.” Michael tried to arch up and kiss him, only to have Brian pull out of reach.
Reaching down, Brian‘s hand disappeared between Michael‘s thighs. Pressing just so…. “Say it, come on.”
“Please, ohh. Do it.” Zero to a hundred, Michael moaned as Brian’s touch traveled over his cock, his balls and then back. The feeling as new under Brian’s hands now as it had been only days before.
Catching Michael’s mouth in a kiss, Brian murmured in appreciation as Michael gasped and thrust against his own hard length. He dropped down, pressing his lips over Michael’s nipples, laving them with his tongue until demanding hands pulled him closer - Michael demanding even more; crying out as Brian nipped and sucked with more force.
With a feral expression, Brian lifted his head and took Michael’s hand, drawing it down to cover the shaft of his own cock. “Touch yourself, Mikey.” Brian rose up onto his knees and trailed his hands over his body, waiting, watching as Michael panted and did as he wanted.
Burning from the inside and the out, Michael had reached the point in passion beyond self-consciousness. It wasn’t even a thought anymore as to what he must look like; it was only how it made him feel. How he could make Brian feel as he licked his fingers, then his palm and let his hand travel down to touch, to take himself in a grip, and with a stroke that made him arch and moan.
Just the sight of Michael, wanton, needful and so sure - had Brian reaching for a condom and lube faster than he’d intended. His own need zinging through his body, edging his nerves and roaring through his veins….
One last thought flashing through Brian’s brain. Later, later he would take him slow. And long.
It wasn’t an option in the now that was pale skin, lips tinged red calling his name and Michael’s glinting black eyes.
And then for them both, it was the press, slick and strong. The push inside and the clench that warred with full and tight.
Brian over him, holding him down as Michael opened and gave him everything.
Michael against him, clinging tight as Brian thrust and worked them both higher. Taking all, and now.
It was furious and fast, the two of them crying out and moving in a tangle of limbs and flesh. As cathartic as it was overwhelming.
The moment, when it came, hit hard; spinning them past the point of control or even speech as Michael jerked and shook and Brian flung his head back in a silent scream. Both caught in the bliss and winded in the rush, as they fell into each other and collapsed on the bed.
Neither spoke, each knowing a new ease in not having to….
For what could be said between them that they didn’t already, and finally, know.
So instead, they lay. Content in being as they were.
Encompassed together, in love….
Finis
Complete Author Notes for all eleven parts will be posted immediately following. So if you wanted to know the inner-workings of how the fic was created (including pics!), why I made certain choices and the buried secrets within - take a look - coming NEXT!!!
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xof
Title: “Encompassed…” - Part 11
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 11
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“Stop fidgeting.” Brian had caught Michael out of the corner of his eye, watching him checking and rechecking himself in the mirror as Brian finished zipping up their bags. “You look fantastic.” Coming to stand behind him, Brian looked into the mirror. “You are fantastic.”
Smiling despite his nervous energy, Michael said, “You’ve said that before.”
Encircling Michael’s waist, Brian gave him a squeeze. “Bears repeating.” He turned Michael around and kissed him. “You’ve been quiet this morning.”
“Feeling a little off-kilter.” Michael shrugged, trying to dismiss the sensation.
“Because we’re going back, right? Time to face the lions and tigers and bears, oh my.” Brian grinned, arching his eyebrows as Michael gave him a shove.
“Don’t make me laugh….” Michael admonished, even as he was indeed laughing.
Growing serious after a bit, Brian said, “Hey, listen. Are you listening?” As Michael nodded, Brian moved his hand up to hold the back of Michael’s neck, feeling the leather of the collar against his palm. “I told you before, I protect what’s mine.”
Feeling his eyes watering, Michael closed them as he buried his face against Brian’s chest, hugging him tight. Murmuring quietly, “Love you.”
Brian nuzzled Michael’s dark hair, enjoying the scent and the feel of it against his face. “I’ve got your back,” he whispered, saying one last word softly against the shell of Michael’s ear. Knowing it would hold the power to act as a balm to Michael’s frazzled nerves. Even if only in the moment.
And with that one word, “baby,” said close and low between them, Michael took a breath and gave in to letting go.
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“Remember, give us a ring in a few days. I’m looking forward to seeing your store.” Ash’s enthusiastic words sounded over the rev of Brian’s jeep coming from behind them. The bags were inside, and the engine was running, warmed for the trip back.
“It’s not much, just a hole in the wall.” Michael smiled, pulling his business card from his wallet to give to Ashton.
“I doubt that, Michael. But even so, it’s yours and I’m sure I’ll love it.”
Michael laughed as Ashton gave him a quick hug. Saying their goodbyes, he turned to get into the jeep.
Declan stood at the driver’s side door, shaking hands with Brian before handing him an envelope. “The negatives from Michael’s photo shoot. I thought you’d like them for safe keeping.”
Brian looked down at the envelope for a moment, then back at Declan. “Thanks. For all of it.”
With a small smile, Declan nodded. “Keep in touch.”
Brian agreed, “Definitely.”
Declan gave Michael a wave, then stepped back as Ashton came around. A ball of energy, one whose magnetism was infectious and rare. “Keep safe.” Then unexpectedly, he leaned into the open door and pressed a quick kiss to Brian’s cheek. “And keep him. He‘s your best feature.”
Breaking out in a laugh, Brian replied, “That’s been a given since we were fourteen.”
One last wave to Michael, and then Ashton closed Brian’s door and leaned back against Declan to watch them drive off. The two men wrapped together against a blanket of snow as the jeep sped further and further away.
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“Why didn’t you tell me this was where we were going?” Michael’s voice sounded small within the cabin of the vehicle, as he looked out the window at the first stop they’d made since returning to the Pitts.
“Because if I had, you’d have been stressing out the whole way here. As it is, you’re shaking.” Brian took Michael‘s hand, waiting till he turned from the window to say, “I want this settled today, no more wondering and waiting for the bomb to land.”
Giving a nervous laugh, Michael replied, “No, you just want us to walk in carrying a news grenade and then pull out the pin.”
“In a manner of speaking, yeah. Mikey, no one’s going to take us being together seriously or show us any respect if we aren’t willing to be up front about it.”
Michael took a deep breath, and then agreed. “Ok, but if there is any head spinning or flame throwing, my ass is so out of there.”
Brian smiled, “Works for me.”
And so with faces not unlike that of dead men walking, the two exited the jeep and entered their destination - hand in hand.
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One moment the air was filled with a mix of the jingle of the Liberty Diner door as it closed at their backs and the room filled with conversation, the next there was nothing but the loud shout of Michael’s name and the smothering pressure of a mother’s arms.
“Michael! You little asshole, where have you been?” Not that Michael could answer given he was fight to be able to just breathe, which he finally did as Debbie turned her eye on the man at his back. “And you,” a finger poked into Brian’s chest, “what’s the idea, orchestrating this disappearing act and taking my baby away without a word to me?”
Rubbing his chest, Brian answered, “The idea was that Michael is a grown man who can take a few days vacation without it being a major drama, Deb.”
Michael managed to free himself from his mother’s hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, but it just all happened too fast.” It was a lame excuse, but he wasn’t about to tell her how it really happened. She had enough ammo without the details. Trying to waylay the string of what-if’s that he knew she was prone to, he veered onto another topic, “How was your week? Any good gossip that we may have missed.”
“You mean aside from my son being kidnapped from family and home without a word or forwarding phone number, no. Can’t think of a thing.” She shot Brian another look.
Giving her his exaggerated fake laughing face, Brian came up and put an arm over Michael’s shoulders. “We probably could, couldn’t we, Mikey?” Only to laugh as Michael gave him a look that said get serious now, or else. So, clearing his throat, Brian nodded to the booth in the back and asked, “Can you take a break, Deb? We needed to talk to you.”
It was a good hour before the lunch crowd would begin to trickle in. Which they all knew. So despite giving Brian a suspicious look, she nodded and gave a shout into the back that she’d be on again in a few minutes.
Tugging on Michael’s hand, Brian walked to the back. Taking off his coat, then grabbing Michael’s, Brian threw them over the table and then slid into the booth. Sitting with his back to the room, he patted the seat beside him and smiled as Michael settled in close. Brian looked at him, enjoying that he’d had Michael wear the black cashmere sweater over jeans. The V-neck showed off the collar beautifully. Before Deb got to the booth, he leaned in and purred into the other man’s ear. “You’re making me hard just sitting there. Feel….” Grabbing Michael’s hand, Brian pulled it down under the table only to have Michael jerk away with a laugh, smiling at Brian’s antics despite the potential horror that was looming.
“Behave, Brian.” Michael’s voice fading into silence as his mother sat across from them.
“The word’s not in his vocabulary,” she laughed. “So what’s up?”
Brian couldn’t help it, her phrasing had him snickering as Michael nudged him in the ribs.
Frowning, she asked, “What’s with him?”
Trying to cover as he tried not to smile himself, Michael answered, “It’s nothing, mom. Just ignore him.”
“Many have tried and failed, Mikey. I’m rather unforgettable.”
Debbie shook her head and said with affection, “There’s not enough booth space for you and your ego, kid. Now you wanna tell me….” She stopped abruptly, her eye caught on something new. “Michael, what are you . . . when did you get that?”
Knowing she’d seen the collar, a.k.a. necklace, Michael won the battle with himself not to duck his head. Instead, he gave into the pride he felt at having been given it in the first place. “Brian gave it to me. Do you like it?”
Debbie considered the piece, then said, “It’s beautiful, but what’s the occasion?” She knew something was up, especially once she saw…. “Those look like they match the bracelet you gave Brian.”
With intent, Brian pushed up the sleeve of his pullover and placed his right arm flat onto the table. Making sure that the bracelet showed, and that the platinum shone in the light. “They’re the same ones.”
Her eyes widened at the sight of it, at seeing their two initials locked together for all to see. She looked back to Michael’s collar, then to the cuff and back again. Michael’s blushing face telling her more than even the jewelry could. “What are you telling me?”
Threading his left hand through the hair at the back of Michael’s neck, Brian drew her gaze and held it as he answered. “That even lost boys can grow up, and find their way home.” Knowing this wasn’t a moment he could half-ass or side-step, Brian said the words he knew both Debbie and Michael needed to hear. “I love him, Debbie. And despite my faults, he loves me.”
Surprisingly non-reactive, Debbie just looked at them and then calmly asked, “To clarify, love or in love?”
Turning to look into Michael’s dark eyes, Brian answered, “All in.” He lifted his hand from the table and touched the medallion at the base of Michael’s throat, tracing the “A” with his fingers. “Always.”
Michael closed his eyes as Brian leaned in and kissed him, the moment stretching on between them until they noticed Debbie had left the booth. Turning, he saw that she was standing at the foot of the table. Lips turned up in a smile.
Frowning, Michael asked, “Mom? Aren’t you going to yell, shout? Take a fork to Brian‘s balls?”
Brian shifted in his seat, “Hey, watch the imagery.”
Even Debbie had to laugh, but then she looked at them and grew thoughtful. Almost sadly resolute. When she spoke, it was to Brian. “From the very first, you have been a driving force in Michael’s life. I haven’t always approved or liked your hold on one another, but I’ve seen the power and the strength it’s given you both. There are just some things it’s useless to fight against.” Looking at Michael for a moment, she addressed Brian again, “He’s loved you for more than half his life, wanted you more than any other. Having you, will be everything.”
She paused, then said, “So as much as I’d like to wave the motherly wand and make all roads smooth and carefree, all I can do is say make him happy and don’t fuck it up.” Her voice wavered with emotion, but she held it back and smiled. Giving Michael a kiss on his forehead, Debbie rubbed at the mark of her lipstick before turning to Brian. She held out her hand, and it was to his credit that Brian only paused for a second before he placed his right hand in hers. Brushing her fingers over their initials, her eyes watered. “It’s beautiful. You little shit.” The last was punctuated by a quick slap upside Brian’s head, and then she was gone. Back to work, and into the kitchen as the two of them sat more than a little amazed.
Rubbing his head, Brian commented, “Who was that wacky wigged woman?”
“I have no idea.” Michael shifted to face him. “She didn’t blow a gasket and I still feel like we went three rounds with a heavyweight.” He saw the look that crossed Brian’s face, and quickly stopped him as Brian opened his mouth to reply. “Do NOT say it. That wasn’t meant as a set up for you to pun.”
Grinning, Brian held up to temptation and asked instead, “You hungry?”
Michael shook his head, “I don’t think I could eat for awhile. My stomach is still tied up in knots.”
Pressing close, Brian leaned in and brushed his lips against Michael’s. “Who said anything about food?” Kissing him slow and deep as the two of them remained unmindful of the looks of surprise that the regular diners were throwing their way, Brian drew back with reluctance to say, “I’m taking you home.”
A statement to which Michael only had one reply. “Yes, please.”
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“Ahhh, it won’t fit.”
“It’ll fit.”
“No it won’t. I’m trying to get it in, but either it’s too big or the damn thing is too tight.”
“Fuck, wait.”
“Wait? No way, we’re here and we’re doing this, so suck it up so I can get inside.”
It was too much, really. One minute they were locked together, breathless and frantic. The next, Brian replayed Michael’s words in his head and a split second later he was laughing his ass off as Michael tried to squeeze his fingers into Brian’s pocket. Scrambling against the constriction of tight denim, made worse by Brian’s hard-on, to pull the loft keys out of his pocket.
Michael frowned as Brian’s laughter echoed loudly in the hall, “What?” He was still trapped, pressed against the wall by Brian’s body, with his hand trying to work its way between them and into Brian’s jeans. Smiling in question, it only took one glance from Brian - the look directed to where Michael’s fingers were wedged half in and out of his pocket, for Michael realize just what had Brian so amused. “Oh ha, ha. You do it then.”
“I plan on doing ‘it’ well, and often. And more importantly, very very soon. Now,” he leaned in and blew a hot stream of breath up the line of Michael’s neck. Speaking against his ear, “Ask me the secret to gaining the prize.”
Pressing even closer, Michael hooked his thumbs through Brian’s belt loops and grinned. Whispering, “What’s the secret?”
Eyes shining mischievously, Brian reached down and gave his button fly one long pull; until both sides parted like a frame for dark curls. Pulling Michael’s hand to just - the - right - spot . . . and to the left. “Sesame’s open, come right on inside.”
Fingers in Brian’s pocket, Michael took the keys in hand. Giving them a rattle, he stood on his toes and kissed his response onto Brian’s lips, “Open the door. Now.”
Brian kissed him back, feeling the flame sparking higher as Michael sealed the deal with a sweep of his tongue. With a nod, Brian moved back and took the keys from Michael, but caught his hand and said with a smile, “Pushy bottom.”
Michael threw Brian a look, while trying not to laugh, and answered back, “Get us inside, and you can push into my bottom all you like.”
Affecting a look of shock, Brian gave a look around. “Did you just channel Ashton Forster? Or did he throw his voice?”
Michael folded his arms, and crooked his head. Saying with a patience his hard-on shouldn’t afford, “Loft. Key. You. Me. Now….”
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Having been in the loft thousands of times through the years, Michael entered quickly but made no attempt to look around. He threw off his coat with an eager impatience and quickly toed off his shoes, even starting on his belt before he turned to see that Brian wasn’t doing anything at all….
Anything but standing by the now closed door, leaning against it after having thrown his coat on the floor. Leaning and looking at Michael, face both feral and strangely serious. Like he was torn between pouncing and waiting for the preverbal shoe to drop.
“Brian?”
Brian pushed off from the door and walked towards Michael, circling behind him at the last minute. Standing tall at Michael’s back as they faced the door, he murmured, “Somebody’s got a seeee-cret.“
“What?“ Laughing, Michael looked up and asked, “Who?“
Brian hugged him, then with a kiss, he answered. “Me.“ He waked around front, until he was Michael’s whole view. “Wanna know what it is?”
Michael gave Brian a look that said ‘duh,’ but Brian didn’t budge until Michael joked, “Starts with a ‘Y’ and ends in a ‘S’….”
Grinning, Brian shook his head at Michael expression, at the energy that was radiating from his smile. “Well, let’s see. It’s big.” He moved a step closer. “It‘s ready.” Another step, almost touching. “And it’s all for you.” Chest to chest, he stopped. “And me.” Brian pressed his forehead to Michael’s, arms around his shoulders.
Michael brushed his hand up Brian’s thigh, coming in between them to thread his fingers through the curls still showing out of Brian’s open fly. “Feels like the secret’s ready to come to light.”
Sucking in a breath as Michael pushed inside his jeans; Brian quickly caught his wrist and stopped the tease. “Not yet, close your eyes.”
Thinking it was another game, another form of foreplay, Michael did. But laughed as Brian guided him around, then walked him blind a few steps until Michael was lost to which direction they were facing.
Brian brushed his hand under the sweater Michael was wearing and caressed the small of his back, keeping them connected with a touch as he opened himself, and his life in a way he never had before…. “Welcome home, Michael.”
Understanding it to be permission, Michael opened his eyes and…. “Brian! How did you, why is he here?”
Right in front of them was one of Michael’s most treasured things, something he’d had for years and years. A staple of his life in so many ways, a gift from Brian that Michael had and would forever value.
Captain Astro, now hung on display against the wall of Brian’s loft. Positioned to the right of the loft door, past Brian’s computer desk; it was suspended on the wall that had previously held a full length mirror. Illuminated from above by a new light, one installed to cascade softly over the vibrant colors of the artwork.
At Michael’s side, Brian shrugged. “He goes where you go.”
“Where I go? But….”
“Shhh…. Just listen. I made a choice when I claimed you.” Brian turned Michael to face the room, standing at his back. “When I took you, it was to keep you. Close,” he leaned in, “very, very close.” Passing Michael, Brian walked further into the room, turned back and spread his arms out as he said again, “Welcome home, Michael.” Dropping his arms, he smiled softly. “Have a look around.”
Turning his head left and right, Michael’s eyes grew wide with surprise. He looked back at Brian, “You, you want me to live here?”
Grinning now, enjoying the moment as it dawned across Michael’s face, Brian said, “Looks like you already do….” Laughing he sat on a stool at the kitchen island, looking more relaxed than he felt as Michael began to walk around.
In a space that had forever been streamlined and cool, Michael saw with astonished eyes that the loft was now a mix of Brian’s style and his own warmth and clutter. All his things, spread out and at home in their new place. Fuck, it was . . . everything was, theirs. Interwoven with style and a consideration for detail that had Michael shaking his head in surprise as he walked through the different areas of the loft.
The kitchen - his magnets and pictures were on the fridge, arranged in an array over the steel shine of the doors. The odd ceramic novelty from his superhero collection sitting here and there on the counters; his mugs mixed in with Brian’s own.
The corner to the left of the kitchen was completely rearranged. Though Brian’s black leather chair remained, the area was pure Michael. Book and display shelves lined both walls; filled to capacity, though neatly organized with his collection of books, games and some of his treasured collectables that he’d thought too valuable to display at his store. All of it an odd, but fitting mix with the simplicity of the dining area, which remained the same.
Walking back past an amused but still silent Brian, Michael looked over at the computer desk and noticed what he’d not seen before - his eyes having been drawn only to Captain Astro. The desk was the same, but the mouse pad was his. Along the walls, on either side of the steel shelves that held Brian’s music system, were new CD racks to hold the addition of his CD’s and programs, standing side by side with Brian‘s own.
The living room was much the same; the shag carpet, side chairs and glass table remained. But the sofa had a few additions; soft pillows in burgundy were positioned on either end, an incredibly beautiful multicolored crazy quilted throw arranged artfully over the back - the colors rich and vibrate against the white sofa. Almost like an empty canvas being embraced by a comic book heart….
Michael had to laugh, despite the lump in his throat and the emotions running so close beneath the surface, as he saw his Wonder Woman coasters on the glass table.
In the TV area, again the combining showed through. Furniture the same, but with Michael’s gaming equipment now on the same stand as Brian’s entertainment center. To the left of the television was Michael’s statue of Superman’s upper torso and head, placed in the corner on the floor. The cabinets on the left were opened to show that their video and DVD collections were now housed together on separate sides. A few of his pictures and figurines had been placed on top to be easily seen.
“Guess what’s going on the wall over the television….”
Michael turned to find Brian at his back. Shrugging, he asked, “Give me a hint?” But one look at Brian’s expression, and the way his eyes were traveling up Michael’s body gave it away. “Oh, no you are NOT. You wouldn‘t.”
Brian arched his eyebrow in response, grinning like the devil he was. “Michael. I have a naked man up in my dining room, so you can bet that I would put your ass up in here.” When Michael shook his head and started to protest, Brian put a finger to his lips to stop him. “It’s going up, I’ve already decided. And the spot is NOT negotiable.” Pressing a kiss to Michael’s forehead, Brian took his hand and pulled him over by the stairs. “Besides, we’ve already got the story worked out, remember.”
“It’s not the story, it’s my ass. On the wall.” Michael gave a nervous laugh, feeling his face heating.
“All the better, considering the value I place on your ass.” Brian teased. “Now, on to the most important items, which you’ve been too adorably flabbergasted to ask about yet.” Reaching down, he opened first one, then another and then another of the cabinet drawers built into the forefront of platform to the left of the stairs, just under the glass panels that made up his bedroom walls. “Voila, all safe and sound. And in corresponding Novotny order….”
Michael’s comics, his entire private collection, was thoughtfully housed within the cabinet. Each deep drawer had a custom fitted collector’s box placed inside, and was filled with safety wrapped comic books that Michael had been collecting since he was a kid.
“God, Brian. How did you do all of this? When?”
“I enlisted a few co-conspirators. Vic, Emmett and Ted. Who, by the way, are holding onto the latest gossip that Brian Kinney and Michael Novotny are now happily living and fucking together, only by the skin of their teeth. And under much duress, and threats of ball breaking - at least on the Temmets’ parts.”
Brian closed the drawers, then he stood and pulled Michael close. “I told them no phone calls until Monday, so expect your ear to be talked off tomorrow.”
“You’re telling me they’ve held their tongues on something THIS big, since what? Tuesday? That must have been one hell of a conversation.”
“Why do you think I was so late getting back to you? I had to break the news, convince them I wasn’t lying or pulling their legs and then get them to help getting all this setup. Not to mention checking in on them Friday to make sure they’d handled things like I’d asked. And all without them saying anything to a certain synthetic red head.”
Michael laughed, “My own miracle worker.”
Brian nodded, “It’s a knack.” He walked up the stairs, “Want to see the rest?”
Following him, Michael looked around again in amazement. It was the same, but different. New…. The ledge on the right was now home to Michael’s small metal planes and tin toy soldiers. The same ones he’d had to try and explain the emotional and historic value of to David, what felt so long ago. The chest of drawers on the right of the bed was larger; the same style as before but almost twice the size. The photograph of Gus on top, was now joined by Michael’s framed pictures of him and Brian, and a group shot of them with Emmett and Ted taken a couple years back. A quick glance towards Brian showed that the closet had been divided and filled up as well.
And last, the bed…. The same, but covered now in vibrant China red. Sheets, duvet and pillows, too. A color Michael obviously loved considering the color of his old bedroom furniture. A color Brian wanted to see Michael spread out against as he took him….
Speaking of which….
Brian pulled his shirt over his head, toeing off his shoes as he pushed his jeans down his legs. Naked, he threw back the duvet and sprawled out over the sheets; his leather clad wrist moving up and down as he lightly stroked his cock. A hot look in his eyes and a knowing smile on his face, “So…. Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?”
Michael, who had been staring since Brian’s clothing hit the floor, quickly switched back into the need they’d been building since leaving the diner. He pulled off his shoes, and then quickly took off the sweater and his jeans before climbing onto the bed. The collar and cuffs dark and beautiful against his skin. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he gasped as Brian rolled on top, pushing him flat onto the bed.
“Hmmm, how about this,” Brian whispered; his words said low and intimate between them. “How about having me inside you till we both come screaming….”
“Oh, fuck . . . yeah.” Michael tried to arch up and kiss him, only to have Brian pull out of reach.
Reaching down, Brian‘s hand disappeared between Michael‘s thighs. Pressing just so…. “Say it, come on.”
“Please, ohh. Do it.” Zero to a hundred, Michael moaned as Brian’s touch traveled over his cock, his balls and then back. The feeling as new under Brian’s hands now as it had been only days before.
Catching Michael’s mouth in a kiss, Brian murmured in appreciation as Michael gasped and thrust against his own hard length. He dropped down, pressing his lips over Michael’s nipples, laving them with his tongue until demanding hands pulled him closer - Michael demanding even more; crying out as Brian nipped and sucked with more force.
With a feral expression, Brian lifted his head and took Michael’s hand, drawing it down to cover the shaft of his own cock. “Touch yourself, Mikey.” Brian rose up onto his knees and trailed his hands over his body, waiting, watching as Michael panted and did as he wanted.
Burning from the inside and the out, Michael had reached the point in passion beyond self-consciousness. It wasn’t even a thought anymore as to what he must look like; it was only how it made him feel. How he could make Brian feel as he licked his fingers, then his palm and let his hand travel down to touch, to take himself in a grip, and with a stroke that made him arch and moan.
Just the sight of Michael, wanton, needful and so sure - had Brian reaching for a condom and lube faster than he’d intended. His own need zinging through his body, edging his nerves and roaring through his veins….
One last thought flashing through Brian’s brain. Later, later he would take him slow. And long.
It wasn’t an option in the now that was pale skin, lips tinged red calling his name and Michael’s glinting black eyes.
And then for them both, it was the press, slick and strong. The push inside and the clench that warred with full and tight.
Brian over him, holding him down as Michael opened and gave him everything.
Michael against him, clinging tight as Brian thrust and worked them both higher. Taking all, and now.
It was furious and fast, the two of them crying out and moving in a tangle of limbs and flesh. As cathartic as it was overwhelming.
The moment, when it came, hit hard; spinning them past the point of control or even speech as Michael jerked and shook and Brian flung his head back in a silent scream. Both caught in the bliss and winded in the rush, as they fell into each other and collapsed on the bed.
Neither spoke, each knowing a new ease in not having to….
For what could be said between them that they didn’t already, and finally, know.
So instead, they lay. Content in being as they were.
Encompassed together, in love….
Finis
Complete Author Notes for all eleven parts will be posted immediately following. So if you wanted to know the inner-workings of how the fic was created (including pics!), why I made certain choices and the buried secrets within - take a look - coming NEXT!!!
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I liked the boys goodbyes, I'll miss Dec and Ash, they were such brilliant characters. I also loved that Brian didn't tell Michael where he was going, because he knew that Michael would worry about it. *fangirl* BTW, when Brian said baby again, I had a really big moment. Thinking of him saying that drives me crazy. :)
Alright, now, I had a feeling that they were going to go and see Debbie, and I have to say the way she reacted surprised me! I liked it though, it threw me for a loop, and I liked her little speech/head slap very amusing. I also liked how she reacted to seeing Michael again, very true.
Brian had Michael's stuff moved in! I didn't see that coming at all! I remember thinking some chapters ago: How are they going to live apart, if they already miss each other after a few hours? Well, I guess you fixed that! The way that you described the loft was breath taking. You painted an image in my mind; I'm really very impressed by it all. I could just see it, and I really enjoyed that part--probably more than I can articulate. The image of Brian and Michael's things mixed in like that was just brilliant. Kudos on the detail, because you had it down completely. *is amazed* I can’t describe how impressed I am with it.
Em, Ted and Vic knew! I have no idea how Emmett kept his mouth shut, but that was something else I didn't see coming. You continue to surprise me. :) And I can only imagine the conversation between those three and Brian. lol! I'm sure it was quite the doozy.
Aw, one last sex scene. *sniff* I'm so going to miss staying up till 12 to read this story. The sex scene was hot, I liked that Michael just lost control like that. :) Then them just lying together, it was so sweet, and a perfect ending, IMO. :)
I can't believe this is over, it was such an amazing, brilliant, fabulous story, and I enjoyed reading it, it provided me with much thought and entertainment, wonderful beyond fantastic job. And I’m really glad that you shared it--thanks. :)
And you know... there's always room for a sequel.... *wink* :P
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thanks, darlin'!
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Ahhhhhhhhh, and I'll miss hearing your fabulous feedback, darlin'...
It was much appreciated.
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OMFG!!!!!!!!!
(P.S.--- I really loved the story!)
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lol, wellllllll - whomever you are, thank you VERY much!
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I loved loved loved this chapter. From Dec and Ash's goodbye to Deb's reaction, to the loft at the end. You had me even more hooked than usual, because I knew this was gonna be the end. Loved Brian's "baby", and how it calms Michael. I loved how Michael's channelling Ash, and Brian's crack about "Did Ashton Forster learn how to throw his voice?" Also, Michael snarking "Ok, but if there is any head spinning or flame throwing, my ass is so out of there.”
I especially loved how you handled Deb's reaction to Michael and Brian's relationship. So many authors paint her as a total harpy who can't stand to see her son with Brian, and I like that in your story, she put aside her anger and resentment of Brian so she would see her son happy. Oh, and "even lost boys can grow up, and find their way home.” was when I started wibbling in a public library. Thanks a lot. Now everyone thinks I'm a basket case for whimpering over a computer screen.
Anyway, I have no words to describe my love for my favorite part, so I'll just post it here:
Brushing her fingers over their initials, her eyes watered. “It’s beautiful. You little shit.” The last was punctuated by a quick slap upside Brian’s head, and then she was gone. Back to work, and into the kitchen as the two of them sat more than a little amazed.
Rubbing his head, Brian commented, “Who was that wacky wigged woman?”
“I have no idea.”
I hug it, love it, squeeze it, and call it George. Seriously. Between Deb's speech and this exchange, you ran the gamut from heartbreaking to hilarious, and it works so well. Something else that had me continue my wibbling was Brian's remodeling of the loft. You obviously put a lot of thought into how it would look, and it comes off so effortlessly. I loved that unlike David and Ben, Brian knows exactly what things mean to Michael, and he's not threatened by it.
I can totally imagine Brian blackmailing Temmett and Vic to help him out, but I'd have loved to see Vic's reaction to the news that his boys were moving in together. Emmett would have screamed like a queen, and probably tackled Brian. And Ted would have been resentful and made dumb cracks until Vic, Emmett and Brian convinced him it was for real.
And good holy God, woman . . . are you trying to kill us? Talk about from zero to 250 on the sexual tension meter. Such a wonderful ending, and not just because of the last-ditch smut.
*standing ovation* Fucking fabulous, hon. It's been a treat.
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Xof Bows....lol, and tries not to take a header while doing so...lol.
Thank you darlin' - you're very sweet to say all this.
Hugggggggs
xof
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Thanks so much for posting this! Now that the whole thing is up, I can't wait to go back and re-read it. And check out your other fics, of course. Good B/M fic--well, any good QaF fic--is rare, so I really appreciate you sharing your talents with us.
I've friended you, too, in case you post any more any time soon. No pressure, though. (Okay, maybe a little pressure) ;)
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Wow! Welcome to the world of xof fics...lol.
I'm very happy you got to read the fic, and I hope you enjoy any of my others that you happen upon in both the UK and US fandom.
Thank you very much!
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xof
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This line really stuck with me. It can be read as sort of comedic, but at the same time, so very serious. It says so much with so little.
I have enjoyed this story from start to finish. Another Xof original. When I first saw the whole Submissive thing mentioned, I thought okay. Not really my thing, but it is X - so I'll give it a read. But I really really loved it.
Ashton and Declan were wonderful creations, and I wouldn't mind seeing them again in a post Encompassed fic. But no pressure. lol
I love Mike as a pushy bottom, it is just so real to me.
Thanks for a lovely fic, which I will be rereading in its entirety within the next week or so.
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Hehe, and re-read, and re-re-read...lol.
You're a doll, darlin'.... And I'm a happy lady that you liked the fic.
As for more.... We'll have to see, right now I'm a little wasted from having done this story...
hugs
xof