THE BEGINNING
"Fuck you Brian." Michael broke the silence in Brian's apartment. A buzzer went off right as Michael was about to leave.
"You're right," Brian added to his friend's previous comment, "someone is just about to fuck me." Brian opened the door to let his sex partner in and his best friend of 16 years out. However, Mikey was not quite through with his "best friend" just yet. As the bronzed skinned, built man made his was over to Brian and started to lick his neck up and down Michael continued.
"I have put up with your shit for 16 years. I have stuck up, covered, AND taken care of you and I just can't anymore. I'm moving on with my life and getting rid of you like I should have done years ago."
Putting on the cold-hearted façade like always, Brian just stood there stone-faced and only paid attention to the man who was caressing his body begging for entrance.
"And that is what I am going to do now. Good luck taking care of your self cause God knows I'm not doing it anymore."
He turned around and placed his hand on the doorknob. Before exiting, he turned to his former best friend.
"Goodbye Brian."
He finally got the courage to step out that door. Once outside of the apartment he went and sat on the stairwell and covered his face in his hands. As he is sitting there with tears running down his face he let out a small whimper. "I love you Brian. Be careful."
Inside Brian had continued to stare at the door. His life just wasn't complete with his Mikey there but he never saw that. He never admitted it anyway. Emmett, Melanie, and Lindsey all saw it, and even Ted, though he hated that thought. Why couldn't Brian see? Instead, he made it over to the bedroom with the complete stranger. As they undressed each other, all that Brian could think about was Mike. This wasn't a first.
Outside Michael continued to sit there motionless. He always promised himself, and his mother, that he would never let Brian get to him like this. However, this is not the first time that Brian has made him cry. He has loved Brian more than himself ever since they met in high school. Michael was being the naïve, shy boy that he was and Brian had walked his tough self over to him. Michael was sitting in the nurse's office with an ice pack on his eye and Brian had come in for his daily dose of medicine. Brian approached him and simply said, "Hey, what did you get into a fight with?"
All Michael could do was stutter. Though what he was thinking was completely different. Brian looked so good to him. He had on kakhi pants and a tight black shirt. "He can't like men," Mike silently thought to himself. "He's just too perfect." Dammit, he still is perfect. If he wasn't he wouldn't have men flocking all over him. And he did turn out to be gay.
Michael continued to think outloud. "Fuck Brian! Why do I love you."
His thought was cut short by the noise of the door to Brian's loft opening. He went around the corner until he was no longer visible.
"I said get out." Brian's voice boomed. "You're just not what I'm looking for at the moment. Have a wonderful night." He said this with his typical evil smile plastered on his face with sarcasm in every word. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door in the man's face.
The man stood there confused but then stormed down the stairs, coming to a halt when he spotted Michael squeezed in a corner.
"Why the fuck are you still here?" he asked.
"I..um." he was at a loss of words.
"Are you Mikey?" he asked the scared, vulnerable man.
"Yea, that's me, why?"
"Well that asshole just was moaning YOUR name when I was the one sucking him. Why the hell he would want you instead of me, don't understand. I at least thought this Mikey he screwed in his head would be hot."
The man kept on going down the stairs, rather quickly too. Michael was left there in disbelief. So many options were running through his head. He wanted to go back there and just pull Brian into a long awaited kiss but that's not Brian. Should he tell him what he knows or just pretend that he heard nothing?
He finally took his first step after about 5 minutes of debating which direction he would go in.
"Fuck you Brian." Michael broke the silence in Brian's apartment. A buzzer went off right as Michael was about to leave.
"You're right," Brian added to his friend's previous comment, "someone is just about to fuck me." Brian opened the door to let his sex partner in and his best friend of 16 years out. However, Mikey was not quite through with his "best friend" just yet. As the bronzed skinned, built man made his was over to Brian and started to lick his neck up and down Michael continued.
"I have put up with your shit for 16 years. I have stuck up, covered, AND taken care of you and I just can't anymore. I'm moving on with my life and getting rid of you like I should have done years ago."
Putting on the cold-hearted façade like always, Brian just stood there stone-faced and only paid attention to the man who was caressing his body begging for entrance.
"And that is what I am going to do now. Good luck taking care of your self cause God knows I'm not doing it anymore."
He turned around and placed his hand on the doorknob. Before exiting, he turned to his former best friend.
"Goodbye Brian."
He finally got the courage to step out that door. Once outside of the apartment he went and sat on the stairwell and covered his face in his hands. As he is sitting there with tears running down his face he let out a small whimper. "I love you Brian. Be careful."
Inside Brian had continued to stare at the door. His life just wasn't complete with his Mikey there but he never saw that. He never admitted it anyway. Emmett, Melanie, and Lindsey all saw it, and even Ted, though he hated that thought. Why couldn't Brian see? Instead, he made it over to the bedroom with the complete stranger. As they undressed each other, all that Brian could think about was Mike. This wasn't a first.
Outside Michael continued to sit there motionless. He always promised himself, and his mother, that he would never let Brian get to him like this. However, this is not the first time that Brian has made him cry. He has loved Brian more than himself ever since they met in high school. Michael was being the naïve, shy boy that he was and Brian had walked his tough self over to him. Michael was sitting in the nurse's office with an ice pack on his eye and Brian had come in for his daily dose of medicine. Brian approached him and simply said, "Hey, what did you get into a fight with?"
All Michael could do was stutter. Though what he was thinking was completely different. Brian looked so good to him. He had on kakhi pants and a tight black shirt. "He can't like men," Mike silently thought to himself. "He's just too perfect." Dammit, he still is perfect. If he wasn't he wouldn't have men flocking all over him. And he did turn out to be gay.
Michael continued to think outloud. "Fuck Brian! Why do I love you."
His thought was cut short by the noise of the door to Brian's loft opening. He went around the corner until he was no longer visible.
"I said get out." Brian's voice boomed. "You're just not what I'm looking for at the moment. Have a wonderful night." He said this with his typical evil smile plastered on his face with sarcasm in every word. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door in the man's face.
The man stood there confused but then stormed down the stairs, coming to a halt when he spotted Michael squeezed in a corner.
"Why the fuck are you still here?" he asked.
"I..um." he was at a loss of words.
"Are you Mikey?" he asked the scared, vulnerable man.
"Yea, that's me, why?"
"Well that asshole just was moaning YOUR name when I was the one sucking him. Why the hell he would want you instead of me, don't understand. I at least thought this Mikey he screwed in his head would be hot."
The man kept on going down the stairs, rather quickly too. Michael was left there in disbelief. So many options were running through his head. He wanted to go back there and just pull Brian into a long awaited kiss but that's not Brian. Should he tell him what he knows or just pretend that he heard nothing?
He finally took his first step after about 5 minutes of debating which direction he would go in.