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Title: “Embraced…”
Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: Drama, Angst
Sequel to: “Encompassed…”
Disclaimer: Don’t own ’em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do. Declan and his Ash are my creations.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 15 parts. (Over 140 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: Six months into their new relationship/arrangement, and our boys get an invitation to take a journey across the pond. London calling…
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season 2, 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 was the story that was never planned. I saw “Encompassed” as a one-off. But the characters obviously had a lot more to say and do. An embarrassing long year and a half later, and it’s not only done – but also longer than the original. Blimey…lol. Many thanks, and dozens of hugs to Em and Margo for their support and beta help. You are both very special, and I appreciate your encouragement so much.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play that aims to build the spirit, not tear it down. I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they discover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
Embraced…
By xof
(Begun – May 2006)
- - - - - - -
Part 15
- - - - - - -
“You got *more* stuff?” Michael asked as Brian came his way with bags on his wrists. Leave it to Brian to discover that Heathrow Airport was a mini shopping Mecca, full of even more of those perfect somethings that they apparently couldn’t leave London without. Not that Michael hadn’t taken the plunge himself as they were all waiting in the private club room for first class boarding, but his one bag had nothing on Brian’s half a dozen.
Declan glanced up from the magazine he was reading and got a look at the loot. He snorted. “Tourist.”
Giving them all a mock bow, Brian winked at Michael and nodded towards Declan, “Says the Pitts-living resident alien.”
“He’s got you there,” Ashton chuckled, playfully trying to give one of Brian’s bags a tug. When Brian pulled it out of reach, the man gave him a small groan. “But I love the sound of shopping bags.”
“Then go acquire some," Brian teased. "Given some luck and a little running around like a headless chicken, you might just be able to get your jones on before they call for boarding.”
Declan was already shaking his head to forestall Ashton's request when the boarding for their flight was announced. "Saved by the PA," he grinned.
A little creative rearranging as Brian distributed his finds between their carryon bags, and the four of them headed for check in. Seeing Michael put his small bag into his coat pocket, Brian nudged him. "Did you get the one I saw you looking at earlier?"
"I almost didn't, but yeah. I knew she'd love it." He'd only hesitated because it was the most expensive item he'd bought the entire trip. Well, expensive to him. He knew it hardly rated on Brian's scale as such, considering what the man would put down for even one shirt when the shopping bug took hold of his reason.
"No doubt." The gift was a petite handcrafted Russian nestling doll, skillfully painted and designed to contain dolls within dolls, each smaller and smaller in size with the last being almost impossibly little at less than five centimeters – each doll as intricately decorated and beautiful as the first.
"Maybe it'll help keep her from killing us," Michael said.
"Over what? The tattoos? Or the lying about our flight plans?" Brian had pulled the Dom card when it came to their return tickets, scheduling them with Declan for a day earlier than they'd told everyone back home. The main reason being that he wanted some downtime with Michael back at the loft, where they could ease back into things and unpack without walking into a whirlwind of questions and welcome-back pushiness. Brian figured they could put all that off until Sunday morning breakfast at the diner when they walked in from of out the blue.
"Take your pick," Michael said, smiling as their friends laughed. "We'll be lucky to survive without brain damage."
Brian snorted. "We'll just butter her up with all the goodies and make a break for it when she isn't looking."
"My thoughts exactly!"
- - -
“Keep still,” Michael whispered, trying to keep his voice down so as not to draw attention to them from anyone in first class that wasn’t either asleep or otherwise preoccupied. The cabin was mostly dark, with windows closed or pulled low. Only three hours into their flight.
“Just do it,” Brian replied, with the small concession of a low, albeit taunting tone. He was turned sideways in his seat, facing the aisle with his sweater pushed up to bare his back while Michael dabbed ointment over his skin. No one was watching – except for a certain voyeuristic Englishman they knew sitting behind them, so Brian kept moving back from Michael’s touch – making him work for contact. Mischievous, true. Aggravating, yes. But he knew Michael was smiling; he could hear it in his lover’s voice.
“I’m gonna pinch you in a sec,” Michael warned.
“You do, and I’ll tickle you until you scream.” It was an empty threat considering where they were, but why let that stop him?
Michael just leaned in and placed a conciliatory kiss on the side of Brian’s neck, nuzzling close as he murmured, “I’ll be good, if you are.”
“Hmmm, Mikey. We both know I’m always *very* good.” Brian turned and kissed him before he could reply. “Am I done?”
Easing the sweater down, Michael nodded. When Brian turned back around and made grabby hands towards Michael’s waistband, he swatted them away. “I’ve got to pee, and you are not going take down my pants out here where everyone could see. I’ll just take care of it in the bathroom.”
“A gay man going into the gent’s with tube in hand, tisk tisk. Just make sure you and Mr. Hand don’t join the mile high club while you’re in there.” He had plans for all of Michael’s pent up energy as soon as they got back home.
Ashton’s voice came from behind them, speaking to Declan. “I’d compliment him on being able to pluck and play Misha’s strings like a violin, but all things considered… ” Laughter, a bit too loud perhaps – but over quickly when his Master clapped a hand over his mouth, and gave him a look that said all that was needed to keep him in line.
“Apologize,” Declan said. “Formally. You know what for…”
Doing a good job of being contrite, Ash nodded. “For distracting Misha, and imposing on their scene,” he said, after Declan dropped his hand. He leaned in close to Brian and Michael’s seats. “Sorry. My mouth sometimes dashes ahead of my brain.”
Brian grinned. “You’re forgiven.”
“This time,” Michael said, giving Ash a look that had the Englishman winking at him in turn.
Declan relaxed back, tapping his wayward slave on the arm. “One hour silent penance, starting now.” Sometimes punishment was best and most effective in simplicity.
Standing up, Michael shifted as he stepped into the aisle. The silk moving over his skin, smooth yet binding, caused him to shiver. Damn, every time he got used to it enough to ignore the sensation, it came back full force when he was in motion. Just like Brian had wanted it to….
Still, he had better control than to give into the temptation of relieving some of his jazzed libido in an airplane cubicle. At least, he hoped so. Yeah, he could. Do it. Or rather, not do it. “I’ll behave. But just so you know, Mister Sir – some days you are too inventive for my own good.”
- - -
The first stop after the airport was Dec and Ash’s townhouse. Everyone was a little blurry eyed and tired, both from the flight and the usual ordeal of customs, luggage and the ride back in. Their hired SUV purred while a dutiful driver looked forward and not back at the men hugging their goodbyes on the cold sidewalk – their breath ghosting out from their lips as they talked and laughed and shared their thanks.
“My turn,” Ash smiled, hands held out for Michael. “Give us a mush, Misha luv.”
Hugging his friend, Michael gave him a good squeeze. He turned his head, catching Declan’s kind smile over Ash’s shoulder. Holding the man’s eyes, Michael said what he wanted them both to know. “Thank you. So much. You’ve made this trip one I won’t ever forget.”
“It’s been our pleasure,” Declan said, coming forward for Michael to give him a quick hug as Ashton did the same with Brian. “You both are welcome to come again, I hope you know.”
“Declan Rai, you’re a good man, which is why I’m going to let the enormous sexual-pun door you just opened, close.” Brian smirked, holding out his hand to Dec, giving the man a pull instead of a shake. The two hugged shoulder to shoulder with pats on the back, a gesture that was very Dom to Dom. Stepping back, Brian cleared his throat. “Thanks, for all of it.”
Declan nodded, then smiled his wicked grin. “Always.”
“Hey, that’s our line,” Michael chuckled.
Ash looked up at their townhouse with wistful eyes. “Blimey, my fingers are practically itching to get back to it.”
“They probably have a cream for that,” Brian said dryly, faux whispering in Michael’s ear loudly enough to be heard by all.
“He means his studio,” Michael tisked, giving him a nudge.
Brian gave his earlobe a quick nip, then a kiss before telling him quietly, “He’s not the only one itching to have at something. I’ve a certain hot and horny man to unknot and then undo.” He was satisfied with Michael’s shiver, and ragged nod. The response, the need he knew he generated let loose his tongue – both for the truth of it, and for the power he knew the endearment held in his lover’s heart. “I mean to make you know you’re mine, baby. As soon as I get you home.” The words a rasp, shared low and hot between just them two.
To say Michael dashed back into their waiting ride with all the speed of a winning NASCAR racer would have been an understatement, leaving two very amused Britons in his wake and an amorous Dom on his heels.
- - -
But for all their rush and the anticipation that simmered inside, just below their skin – getting back to hearth and home proved a tedious process of lugging of bags and pulling luggage. Into the building, up in the elevator and back into the loft, a sea of suitcases littering the ground all around them.
“Leave ’em.” Brian’s voice was gruff, thick with more than just command as he grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him through the room up onto the platform of their bedroom.
They weren’t there a second before Brian was jerking Michael’s sweater over his head, letting it join the pile of Michael’s coat and kicked off shoes on the floor. Running his hands up the length of Michael’s arms with a pleased sound, Brian enjoyed the feel and the look of the smooth silky lines that crisscrossed his lover’s limbs. “Still okay?”
Sensitized by the ropes, his lover’s touch, the look of hunger in Brian’s eyes and his own near desperate need – Michael nodded sharply and then asked for what he wanted most in that moment. “Fuck me, and that’s a yes.” He pulled Brian’s hand down, pressing it over his hard-on still trapped within his clothes. “Be inside me.”
Brian all but growled as those words sent a surge of heat through his body from his groin up his spine. Quick and not a little unsteady, he wrangled off Michael’s pants and his own clothes before pressing Michael back onto the bed as he crawled over him. Stroking his hands up Michael’s bound thighs, Brian settled between them as he gave one last thought to caution. “Scissors now, or later?”
Not caring to be set free when being caught was stoking all the right flames, Michael shook his head and reached for Brian – wanting him closer still. “I’m good. Just, please….”
There was little to no foreplay, because seriously – flash-forward after hours of sweating it out on the plane and hands *everywhere* on the ride over. What there was, was Brian coming home as he worked himself into Michael’s body as the pair of them groaned and grunted at the determined force of the effort. Michael squeezed his eyes shut and threw back his head as he reveled in the stretch and light burn, hands grasping as he clutched at Brian’s arms and circled the man’s strong thighs with his legs. Brian grimaced and then laughed. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Why didn’t we do this earlier?”
“Because, ahh. I wouldn’t let you fuck me in the airport john,” Michael gasped, his body flushed and his blood singing in his ears. He’d managed to persuade Brian to delay once they’d landed back in the states, but the price had been an order for him to make ready. Those moments in the stall, Brian on the other side of the door as Michael dropped his pants and slicked his fingers with lube, pressing them inside as he bit back a moan, and Brian’s lusty low chuckle sounded through the room when he failed to keep silent. Damn but the man knew how to fuck, his head, his body – all of him, so good. “Bri, I…. oh fuck. Do, do more of that.”
“So demanding in bed, Mikey. Fantastic,” Brian grunted, putting his back into it more to both their advantage as they road towards their end. Sweat in their eyes, bodies wet and muscles straining, they fought for more and found it all.
And then the ragged, rapid rush was soon upon them. First for Michael as he seized up and called out when the end slammed through him with power enough to splash his own skin from stomach to chin. Last for Brian, who gasped and cursed as he bucked and shot – his seed soaking the inside of Michael’s body as it grasped him in a vice so good, it was sweet. With a groan they both echoed, Brian collapsed tiredly along Michael’s side.
So tired now that he could barely keep his eyes open, Michael rolled towards Brian and traced his hand down the other man’s back, avoiding direct contact with the tattoo even as he smiled sleepily, amazed to see it there even now. And so happy, too.
Brian turned his head, catching the smile on Michael’s face. He rolled over towards Michael as he asked, “I’m taking those pearly whites to mean that you’re alright?” He hadn’t given much quarter there at the last, and while rough had its thrills – harming Michael wasn’t an option.
A lazy stretch and a nudge that much closer, and Michael answered softly. “Same answer. I’m good.” He drew his hand down Brian’s chest and stomach, and then further down, resting it on Brian’s thigh just below his lover’s sex. “With you, every time.”
Grinning back, Brian said, “I should think so.” The pushed himself up slowly onto his knees. “Be right back.”
A trip to the bathroom and then he was walking through the loft, naked and beautiful as Michael watched him from their bed. Making a quick stop in the kitchen, Brian returned with bottled water and a pair of scissors. “Lie back.”
Michael laughed, nabbing the bottle and taking a swallow before passing it back. “And be still. Yeah, I’ve got it.” Lying down, he did as told – enjoying the careful progress Brian made as he cut the silk rope and freed Michael’s limbs.
There were pressure marks, but nothing serious – most only as bad as the ones a person gets if they wear clothes that are too tight. Brian rubbed at the lines, working his way down Michael’s arms and then his legs until his lover was losing the battle to stay conscious.
Michael murmured softly when he felt Brian dabbing ointment over his hip. He opened his eyes as Brian came to rest beside him, and took the tube so he could do the same for him.
By the time Michael was done, Brian was gone to the waking world. Asleep with his face practically buried in his pillow.
Knowing himself to be not very far behind, Michael glanced at the luggage that was scattered on the floor across the room. He gave a thought to all that needed doing – the unpacking, the sorting of laundry, dry-cleaning, the division of gifts and the calls he probably should be making to family and the store. So many details that would need taking care of….
But looking back at Brian, Michael knew it could all wait. He had something, make that *someone* who was more important. The rest was secondary.
And so he turned back, placing his head beside Brian’s on the same pillow as he snuggled close and let the warmth and scent of them both as they were – mixed and bound by choice – infuse his senses and lead him into peace.
The pair at home, safe and whole. Embraced now, as they always would be.
Stronger together than ever they had been apart.
Always.
Finis
(October 23, 2007)
Author Notes with Pics and London Links to follow SOON!!!
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Author: xof
Feedback: xof1013@gmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Declan/Ashton (OMC/OMC)
Genre: Drama, Angst
Sequel to: “Encompassed…”
Disclaimer: Don’t own ’em, but damn it’s fun imagining I do. Declan and his Ash are my creations.
Status: Complete, but will be posted in 15 parts. (Over 140 pages total)
Archive: ATP, Always, yes.
Summary: Six months into their new relationship/arrangement, and our boys get an invitation to take a journey across the pond. London calling…
Timeline: Set after the finale of Season 2, 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 was the story that was never planned. I saw “Encompassed” as a one-off. But the characters obviously had a lot more to say and do. An embarrassing long year and a half later, and it’s not only done – but also longer than the original. Blimey…lol. Many thanks, and dozens of hugs to Em and Margo for their support and beta help. You are both very special, and I appreciate your encouragement so much.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of Dominance/submission and bondage. However, it is a story of love and sensual play that aims to build the spirit, not tear it down. I encourage readers to take a chance and follow our boys as they discover each other, and themselves, in this new way.
Embraced…
By xof
(Begun – May 2006)
- - - - - - -
Part 15
- - - - - - -
“You got *more* stuff?” Michael asked as Brian came his way with bags on his wrists. Leave it to Brian to discover that Heathrow Airport was a mini shopping Mecca, full of even more of those perfect somethings that they apparently couldn’t leave London without. Not that Michael hadn’t taken the plunge himself as they were all waiting in the private club room for first class boarding, but his one bag had nothing on Brian’s half a dozen.
Declan glanced up from the magazine he was reading and got a look at the loot. He snorted. “Tourist.”
Giving them all a mock bow, Brian winked at Michael and nodded towards Declan, “Says the Pitts-living resident alien.”
“He’s got you there,” Ashton chuckled, playfully trying to give one of Brian’s bags a tug. When Brian pulled it out of reach, the man gave him a small groan. “But I love the sound of shopping bags.”
“Then go acquire some," Brian teased. "Given some luck and a little running around like a headless chicken, you might just be able to get your jones on before they call for boarding.”
Declan was already shaking his head to forestall Ashton's request when the boarding for their flight was announced. "Saved by the PA," he grinned.
A little creative rearranging as Brian distributed his finds between their carryon bags, and the four of them headed for check in. Seeing Michael put his small bag into his coat pocket, Brian nudged him. "Did you get the one I saw you looking at earlier?"
"I almost didn't, but yeah. I knew she'd love it." He'd only hesitated because it was the most expensive item he'd bought the entire trip. Well, expensive to him. He knew it hardly rated on Brian's scale as such, considering what the man would put down for even one shirt when the shopping bug took hold of his reason.
"No doubt." The gift was a petite handcrafted Russian nestling doll, skillfully painted and designed to contain dolls within dolls, each smaller and smaller in size with the last being almost impossibly little at less than five centimeters – each doll as intricately decorated and beautiful as the first.
"Maybe it'll help keep her from killing us," Michael said.
"Over what? The tattoos? Or the lying about our flight plans?" Brian had pulled the Dom card when it came to their return tickets, scheduling them with Declan for a day earlier than they'd told everyone back home. The main reason being that he wanted some downtime with Michael back at the loft, where they could ease back into things and unpack without walking into a whirlwind of questions and welcome-back pushiness. Brian figured they could put all that off until Sunday morning breakfast at the diner when they walked in from of out the blue.
"Take your pick," Michael said, smiling as their friends laughed. "We'll be lucky to survive without brain damage."
Brian snorted. "We'll just butter her up with all the goodies and make a break for it when she isn't looking."
"My thoughts exactly!"
- - -
“Keep still,” Michael whispered, trying to keep his voice down so as not to draw attention to them from anyone in first class that wasn’t either asleep or otherwise preoccupied. The cabin was mostly dark, with windows closed or pulled low. Only three hours into their flight.
“Just do it,” Brian replied, with the small concession of a low, albeit taunting tone. He was turned sideways in his seat, facing the aisle with his sweater pushed up to bare his back while Michael dabbed ointment over his skin. No one was watching – except for a certain voyeuristic Englishman they knew sitting behind them, so Brian kept moving back from Michael’s touch – making him work for contact. Mischievous, true. Aggravating, yes. But he knew Michael was smiling; he could hear it in his lover’s voice.
“I’m gonna pinch you in a sec,” Michael warned.
“You do, and I’ll tickle you until you scream.” It was an empty threat considering where they were, but why let that stop him?
Michael just leaned in and placed a conciliatory kiss on the side of Brian’s neck, nuzzling close as he murmured, “I’ll be good, if you are.”
“Hmmm, Mikey. We both know I’m always *very* good.” Brian turned and kissed him before he could reply. “Am I done?”
Easing the sweater down, Michael nodded. When Brian turned back around and made grabby hands towards Michael’s waistband, he swatted them away. “I’ve got to pee, and you are not going take down my pants out here where everyone could see. I’ll just take care of it in the bathroom.”
“A gay man going into the gent’s with tube in hand, tisk tisk. Just make sure you and Mr. Hand don’t join the mile high club while you’re in there.” He had plans for all of Michael’s pent up energy as soon as they got back home.
Ashton’s voice came from behind them, speaking to Declan. “I’d compliment him on being able to pluck and play Misha’s strings like a violin, but all things considered… ” Laughter, a bit too loud perhaps – but over quickly when his Master clapped a hand over his mouth, and gave him a look that said all that was needed to keep him in line.
“Apologize,” Declan said. “Formally. You know what for…”
Doing a good job of being contrite, Ash nodded. “For distracting Misha, and imposing on their scene,” he said, after Declan dropped his hand. He leaned in close to Brian and Michael’s seats. “Sorry. My mouth sometimes dashes ahead of my brain.”
Brian grinned. “You’re forgiven.”
“This time,” Michael said, giving Ash a look that had the Englishman winking at him in turn.
Declan relaxed back, tapping his wayward slave on the arm. “One hour silent penance, starting now.” Sometimes punishment was best and most effective in simplicity.
Standing up, Michael shifted as he stepped into the aisle. The silk moving over his skin, smooth yet binding, caused him to shiver. Damn, every time he got used to it enough to ignore the sensation, it came back full force when he was in motion. Just like Brian had wanted it to….
Still, he had better control than to give into the temptation of relieving some of his jazzed libido in an airplane cubicle. At least, he hoped so. Yeah, he could. Do it. Or rather, not do it. “I’ll behave. But just so you know, Mister Sir – some days you are too inventive for my own good.”
- - -
The first stop after the airport was Dec and Ash’s townhouse. Everyone was a little blurry eyed and tired, both from the flight and the usual ordeal of customs, luggage and the ride back in. Their hired SUV purred while a dutiful driver looked forward and not back at the men hugging their goodbyes on the cold sidewalk – their breath ghosting out from their lips as they talked and laughed and shared their thanks.
“My turn,” Ash smiled, hands held out for Michael. “Give us a mush, Misha luv.”
Hugging his friend, Michael gave him a good squeeze. He turned his head, catching Declan’s kind smile over Ash’s shoulder. Holding the man’s eyes, Michael said what he wanted them both to know. “Thank you. So much. You’ve made this trip one I won’t ever forget.”
“It’s been our pleasure,” Declan said, coming forward for Michael to give him a quick hug as Ashton did the same with Brian. “You both are welcome to come again, I hope you know.”
“Declan Rai, you’re a good man, which is why I’m going to let the enormous sexual-pun door you just opened, close.” Brian smirked, holding out his hand to Dec, giving the man a pull instead of a shake. The two hugged shoulder to shoulder with pats on the back, a gesture that was very Dom to Dom. Stepping back, Brian cleared his throat. “Thanks, for all of it.”
Declan nodded, then smiled his wicked grin. “Always.”
“Hey, that’s our line,” Michael chuckled.
Ash looked up at their townhouse with wistful eyes. “Blimey, my fingers are practically itching to get back to it.”
“They probably have a cream for that,” Brian said dryly, faux whispering in Michael’s ear loudly enough to be heard by all.
“He means his studio,” Michael tisked, giving him a nudge.
Brian gave his earlobe a quick nip, then a kiss before telling him quietly, “He’s not the only one itching to have at something. I’ve a certain hot and horny man to unknot and then undo.” He was satisfied with Michael’s shiver, and ragged nod. The response, the need he knew he generated let loose his tongue – both for the truth of it, and for the power he knew the endearment held in his lover’s heart. “I mean to make you know you’re mine, baby. As soon as I get you home.” The words a rasp, shared low and hot between just them two.
To say Michael dashed back into their waiting ride with all the speed of a winning NASCAR racer would have been an understatement, leaving two very amused Britons in his wake and an amorous Dom on his heels.
- - -
But for all their rush and the anticipation that simmered inside, just below their skin – getting back to hearth and home proved a tedious process of lugging of bags and pulling luggage. Into the building, up in the elevator and back into the loft, a sea of suitcases littering the ground all around them.
“Leave ’em.” Brian’s voice was gruff, thick with more than just command as he grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him through the room up onto the platform of their bedroom.
They weren’t there a second before Brian was jerking Michael’s sweater over his head, letting it join the pile of Michael’s coat and kicked off shoes on the floor. Running his hands up the length of Michael’s arms with a pleased sound, Brian enjoyed the feel and the look of the smooth silky lines that crisscrossed his lover’s limbs. “Still okay?”
Sensitized by the ropes, his lover’s touch, the look of hunger in Brian’s eyes and his own near desperate need – Michael nodded sharply and then asked for what he wanted most in that moment. “Fuck me, and that’s a yes.” He pulled Brian’s hand down, pressing it over his hard-on still trapped within his clothes. “Be inside me.”
Brian all but growled as those words sent a surge of heat through his body from his groin up his spine. Quick and not a little unsteady, he wrangled off Michael’s pants and his own clothes before pressing Michael back onto the bed as he crawled over him. Stroking his hands up Michael’s bound thighs, Brian settled between them as he gave one last thought to caution. “Scissors now, or later?”
Not caring to be set free when being caught was stoking all the right flames, Michael shook his head and reached for Brian – wanting him closer still. “I’m good. Just, please….”
There was little to no foreplay, because seriously – flash-forward after hours of sweating it out on the plane and hands *everywhere* on the ride over. What there was, was Brian coming home as he worked himself into Michael’s body as the pair of them groaned and grunted at the determined force of the effort. Michael squeezed his eyes shut and threw back his head as he reveled in the stretch and light burn, hands grasping as he clutched at Brian’s arms and circled the man’s strong thighs with his legs. Brian grimaced and then laughed. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Why didn’t we do this earlier?”
“Because, ahh. I wouldn’t let you fuck me in the airport john,” Michael gasped, his body flushed and his blood singing in his ears. He’d managed to persuade Brian to delay once they’d landed back in the states, but the price had been an order for him to make ready. Those moments in the stall, Brian on the other side of the door as Michael dropped his pants and slicked his fingers with lube, pressing them inside as he bit back a moan, and Brian’s lusty low chuckle sounded through the room when he failed to keep silent. Damn but the man knew how to fuck, his head, his body – all of him, so good. “Bri, I…. oh fuck. Do, do more of that.”
“So demanding in bed, Mikey. Fantastic,” Brian grunted, putting his back into it more to both their advantage as they road towards their end. Sweat in their eyes, bodies wet and muscles straining, they fought for more and found it all.
And then the ragged, rapid rush was soon upon them. First for Michael as he seized up and called out when the end slammed through him with power enough to splash his own skin from stomach to chin. Last for Brian, who gasped and cursed as he bucked and shot – his seed soaking the inside of Michael’s body as it grasped him in a vice so good, it was sweet. With a groan they both echoed, Brian collapsed tiredly along Michael’s side.
So tired now that he could barely keep his eyes open, Michael rolled towards Brian and traced his hand down the other man’s back, avoiding direct contact with the tattoo even as he smiled sleepily, amazed to see it there even now. And so happy, too.
Brian turned his head, catching the smile on Michael’s face. He rolled over towards Michael as he asked, “I’m taking those pearly whites to mean that you’re alright?” He hadn’t given much quarter there at the last, and while rough had its thrills – harming Michael wasn’t an option.
A lazy stretch and a nudge that much closer, and Michael answered softly. “Same answer. I’m good.” He drew his hand down Brian’s chest and stomach, and then further down, resting it on Brian’s thigh just below his lover’s sex. “With you, every time.”
Grinning back, Brian said, “I should think so.” The pushed himself up slowly onto his knees. “Be right back.”
A trip to the bathroom and then he was walking through the loft, naked and beautiful as Michael watched him from their bed. Making a quick stop in the kitchen, Brian returned with bottled water and a pair of scissors. “Lie back.”
Michael laughed, nabbing the bottle and taking a swallow before passing it back. “And be still. Yeah, I’ve got it.” Lying down, he did as told – enjoying the careful progress Brian made as he cut the silk rope and freed Michael’s limbs.
There were pressure marks, but nothing serious – most only as bad as the ones a person gets if they wear clothes that are too tight. Brian rubbed at the lines, working his way down Michael’s arms and then his legs until his lover was losing the battle to stay conscious.
Michael murmured softly when he felt Brian dabbing ointment over his hip. He opened his eyes as Brian came to rest beside him, and took the tube so he could do the same for him.
By the time Michael was done, Brian was gone to the waking world. Asleep with his face practically buried in his pillow.
Knowing himself to be not very far behind, Michael glanced at the luggage that was scattered on the floor across the room. He gave a thought to all that needed doing – the unpacking, the sorting of laundry, dry-cleaning, the division of gifts and the calls he probably should be making to family and the store. So many details that would need taking care of….
But looking back at Brian, Michael knew it could all wait. He had something, make that *someone* who was more important. The rest was secondary.
And so he turned back, placing his head beside Brian’s on the same pillow as he snuggled close and let the warmth and scent of them both as they were – mixed and bound by choice – infuse his senses and lead him into peace.
The pair at home, safe and whole. Embraced now, as they always would be.
Stronger together than ever they had been apart.
Always.
Finis
(October 23, 2007)
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You've developed complex and wonderful characters who are impossible NOT to love. And their interaction with Brian and Michael are wonderful. Methinks the Pitts group of friends has definitely increased my two.
The sex scene was incredibly hot, hot HOT! But I simply adored the aftermath. The comfort and happiness in which they fell asleep in their own little nest, safe at home.
Please, please tell me you will bring these four wonderful characters back. Even the shortest little ficlets would be gratefully appreciated.
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Feel better, darlin'...
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