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You will find more insight from the last pre-show book (Always Have, Always Will by Quinn Brockton) in this little story, if you may...there are spoilers.
Evan Steele stepped into Gladstone Gallery, unsure what exactly lured him there.
It was true that Raging Bull's new bartender had him captivated, and when he'd heard about his extracurricular hobby, Evan decided the see if Justin was indeed a good artist.
There were a few articles about him being praised. It didn't escape Evan that Justin was also from Pittsburgh like himself.
Inside the gallery, it wasn't difficult to track down the young man. Everyone was swarming around the area where Justin's paintings were displayed.
To Evan's surprise, Justin was wrapped around a man, kissing him with ardor. He was sure Justin had made up his boyfriend/fiancé, thus he'd keep Evan at arm's length. To actually see a real man in Justin's life put a damper on his plan to bed the boy. Of course, Evan never backed down from a challenge.
He found himself teasing Justin about his public display of affection, only to have the wind knocked out of him when the other man turned around.
Brian Kinney.
Evan would recognize Brian from a million men. Brian had been his assistant back in Pittsburgh, where he'd worked as the creative director at the local office for Inverness/Muir of the prestigious agency from Madison Square with the same name. Brian had eventually become his assistant creative account manager.
They didn't get along from the very beginning, but the more time Evan spent around Brian and the more the boy drove him crazy, the more attracted to him he got. It also helped how hot-headed and opinionated Brian was, resulting in window-rattling fights.
Brian accepted all the shit Evan threw at him, not questioning why his desk was a table in the lunch area, the boy even bought him sandwiches when Evan voiced that he was hungry (obviously, not the top class restaurant food Evan actually thrived), always working hard to prove to his boss that he'd be an amazing account manager one day.
Evan found himself poking Brian just to see him get angry, when in reality all the boards he created were exactly what Evan had in mind, if not more.
Until their accumulated tension exploded on the trip to Dallas. To that day, Evan wasn't sure why he changed his plans and took Brian with him, but he couldn't regret his decision.
He got to know Brian better, in a way he couldn't have known him at the office. The little things that made Brian smile, the way he dutifully respected Evan's wish to not be part of the after party with the clients even though it annoyed him, which all culminated with Brian salivating for his dick.
Once back in their suite, he remembered Brian bitching about Evan's behavior and about being inhuman and how he'd overestimated him, then they were in the bathtub, half-dressed.
Evan could clearly remember hurriedly undressing and carrying Brian to the marble sink. He also remembered the sex was about power and submission and control and surrender. Up until they fucked for the first time, Evan had pegged Brian as a top, but seeing him almost handing himself to Evan on a silver platter, had changed his mind. Brian had always praised him and respected him.
That way started their arrangement. Evan knew Brian wasn't pleased, but he couldn't care less. Brian was the best bottom he had up until that moment and when they stayed late at the office, he was the first available willing hole. Evan could find anyone he wanted without even opening his mouth to ask, but Brian was convenient. Though, when the opportunity to leave The Pitts arose, Evan was on the first plane out of there. He'd grown to care for Brian, but a tight ass wasn't going to keep him in that hell-hole of town.
So seeing Brian after so many years was a shock and a pleasure.
Evan fought amusement at Brian's reaction, he seemed choked up.
"Brian Kinney!" Evan pulled him close, hugging him tightly. My boy has grown up, he mused. Under the designer clothes, Evan could feel a toned body. The fragrance of Brian's cologne let him know that he'd developed amazing tastes, like he'd presumed.
"Evan, long time, no see," he managed to say.
"Thirteen years," Evan declared, unsure why he knew the exact amount of time.
His previous interest in the blond now by Brian's side was gone. Whatever words they exchanged were meaningless to Evan as he was once again around his favorite boy. It felt like being reunited with a dear and lost toy.
While Justin was busy with the curator, Evan enjoyed the few minutes alone with Brian.
"You've grown up," Evan found himself saying.
Brian fought against a smile. "That's redundant, Evan. I still had a two in front of my age, the last time you saw me. Hell, even Justin looks better at this age than I did back then."
"You're still slim, but I see you're visiting the gym regularly," Evan praised, placing a hand on Brian's elbow.
"Thanks." Brian smiled brightly, always taking praises about his body the best. "I can see age hasn't changed you much."
Evan snorted. "That's a polite way to say I haven't turned into a wrinkled monster?"
"It's the truth, Evan. Even I am aware that in a few years wrinkles and gray hair will be something normal, though I dread them and invest in the best anti-aging products. You're holding up well for forty...five?" Brian raised an eyebrow, not sure if he got the correct age.
"Fuck you, Kinney. I'm still forty-two, for a few more months, at least."
Brian clapped him on the back, laughing. "Sorry. I get it. Age is a sensitive subject with me, as well."
"Ain't it with everybody?"
"Not all of us have to worry about it...for another decade or so." Brian looked across the room and smiled at Justin. "But of course, some simply don't have to worry about it because they were blessed with natural good looks." He smirked.
Evan laughed, shaking his head. He had no idea how much he'd missed Brian until he had him in front of him, chatting and joking.
From the moment he purchased the insanely overpriced painting of Brian's toned back and perk ass, Evan made it his goal to at least bed Brian once again. For old time's sake.
Over the course of the following week, he rebounded with Brian, ultimately luring him away from his Bossy Bottom, as Justin had introduced himself with a smirk. The trip to Miami couldn't have come at a better time, and hearing Brian wanted to branch out, Evan jumped at the opportunity. Brian fell into his net without any hard work on Evan's side.
To Evan it didn't matter that Brian was a Mighty Top these days, or that he seemed to think he was in love. Evan didn't care if Brian had been fucking Justin for years, which resulted in his crazy idea of being in love, because of what he'd gathered they were allowed to fuck around.
During the plane ride to Miami, Evan told Brian all the dirt he should know about the big companies in the city. Evan wanted Brian to succeed in winning them over, but he knew Brian's amazing reviews and it scared him. Kinnetik had more success in its less than an year activity than Magnetic Steel had in the first two years. Evan kept telling himself it was because Brian didn't have great competition in Pittsburgh, but he knew of a couple of companies in the Pitts that could kneel some so-called top companies in New York City.
Brian jotted down every detail. With every word he wrote, the panic inside him rose, making him realize what an idiot he was for heading to such an important meeting without anything prepared. He was going to fax Theodore his notes and hope his old friend was able to help on such short notice.
The weather that greeted them in Miami was ripped from horror movies scenario.
Brian made sure to sent his fax from the airport, before joining Evan and heading to the hotel.
"A cab?" Brian snorted.
"I didn't want to intimidate the competition with a limo," Evan said smoothly.
As they slid in the backseat, Evan smirked, catching Brian's eye. "Why, does it bring back memories?"
Brian rolled his eyes, fishing for his phone. He made to call Justin and let him know he'd arrived safely when he noticed there was no signal. "You've got to be kidding me."
Evan leaned closer and noticed Justin's name on the screen of Brian's phone. "Couldn't wait to call your hellcat until we reached the hotel?"
"Fuck off, Steele. Besides, there's no reception. Do you suppose the hotel has Internet access? I have to talk to Theodore about my presentation."
"They should, but with this weather, we never know."
At the hotel, after checking in, Evan left Brian to his pre-meetings agitation. He knew without a doubt that most of his fellow ad world CEOs would agree with him and give Kinnetik a shot at joining them without fear of having accounts stolen or winning them in some dirty ways. Of what Evan had gathered, Brian had quite the portfolio.
Over the following days, Evan came up with a plan on how to have Brian in his arms, even for one more night.
Brian was the last to plead his case so to speak, showing them facts and even some story boards for ads he'd made for his accounts. His competition hadn't come with facts; it was mostly empty words that they would prove themselves and wouldn't think of snatching the older companies' accounts. Evan had to deal with such a small company recently, snagging one of his best accounts, and he was fearful of such liars. But most of all, Brian's company scared him to no end. He could win anyone fair and square if he wanted. That was why he voted against him, being the only one to do so.
Many hours after their last meeting took place, Evan went to the bar. He was surprised to find Brian there with a glass and his phone. The last part wasn't a shock, because the man had been attached to his phone, trying to get in contact with his hellcat.
Evan knew he couldn't use any of his usual pick-up lines with Brian, because Brian himself had turned into the predator over the years and knew every trick in the book. He had to be smooth and determined in his way to convince Brian to join him in his room for the night.
Brian was onto him, turning his words around and reminding him that Justin was his boyfriend, whom he loved. Evan was getting sick of hearing the words boyfriend and fiance.
When his attempt at seducing Brian at the bar failed, Evan downed a few more whiskey glasses, before heading to Brian's room.
Luck was on his side when he saw one young man from the hotel staff about to knock on Brian's door, holding a bottle of Champagne. He intercepted the boy, explaining they were going to have a very private celebrating. The boy blushed furiously, stepping away.
Evan knocked a couple of times. Brian answered, impatiently chiding him, only to figure out it wasn't anyone from the hotel staff at his door. Evan took in the sight of Brian wrapped in the white terrycloth bathrobe the hotel provided, looking freshly showered, and much more relaxed than in the past few days. He figured he'd managed to talk to his hellcat.
When Brian allowed him in his suite, Evan rejoiced at how easy it had been to gain entrance.
Evan followed Brian to the wet bar where Brian was pulling out two glasses.
"Remember when you attacked me in the bathroom? You were so hot. You thought you'd be in charge," he breathed into Brian's ear. Being near him brought a wave of desire for Evan.
"I think I mentioned that I was a silly assistant back then. Too young and stupid to understand your real nature."
"You were pretty smart, trust me. I wouldn't have wasted my time with you, otherwise." Evan placed the bottle next to the glasses, swiftly untying Brian's bathrobe. He knew that actions were going to be the only way to get Brian to fall in his arms. Words had failed him so far, but Brian couldn't deny his touches.
"What are you doing?" Brian wrapped the bathrobe closer around his body, turning his head to glare at Evan.
Evan was surprised, yet amused at how difficult it was to get Brian to cave.
"You still got the perkiest ass I've seen." Evan squeezed it for good measure, making Brian lean into his touch, resting his head back on Evan's shoulder. "I bet you miss having someone pound into you. You hellcat can't give you this."
"Actually, Justin is an excellent top. I suggest you leave, Evan." Brian defended his hellcat, attempting to distance himself from the danger that Evan proved.
"My, my. You learned a thing or two from your bossy bottom. I love it when they play hard to get, though I never had that problem with you."
"Evan, I swear to God. Leave!" Brian snapped.
"Or what?" Evan challenged, snatching Brian's bathrobe open. One hand brushed over the hardening cock. "Your dick seems to remember we used to have a nice connection."
"My dick reacts to any kind of male attention. I trained it well."
Evan fisted Brian's dick, pumping it steadily.
"Evan," Brian groaned, still fighting him, but not as vehemently as before. "Fuck. Stop."
"He's not here. Don't tell me you're this cute couple who swore to never fuck around." Evan smirked mockingly. He ran his thumb over the slit, feeling Brian shudder.
"Not with you!"
"What's wrong with me? You seemed to like me just fine thirteen years ago." Evan backed Brian into the bar, never stopping jerking his dick. "You want this." He pushed his hard on against Brian's ass, breathing harshly into his ear.
"Fuuuck...feels so good. Don't... Stop." Brian was still fighting him, but Evan knew he already had him.
He knew that even though Brian had a relationship with Justin, he'd be under him, legs spread, before the night ended.
Evan had analyzed their relationship over the times he'd seen them together, and he was sure that no matter how much they insisted that they loved each other, it was okay for one of them to fuck around.
He could have easily convinced Justin to have a night with him, before he found out Brian was his boyfriend. In that moment, he all but forgot Justin and his bubble butt. Brian had always been a weakness of his, and Evan hated being weak.
"I don't plan on stopping," Evan promised, kneeling in front of Brian. "Did I ever suck your cock? I don't remember. I bet you taste divine." He licked the length of Brian's erection, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking. The heady scent invaded Evan's nostrils as he dived in. He rarely sucked cock, and Brian was one of the privileged to have his lips around their dick.
"Jus-tin!" Brian cried out.
Evan pulled back, angry Brian was still somehow thinking of his hellcat. While his lips were working his cock, no less.
"Now, focus on this. It's Evan, not that hellcat of yours."
"Stop, for fuck's sake! Evan, I can't do this to Justin." Brian made another half-hearted attempt at pushing Evan away, but all he managed to do was wrap his fingers in Evan's hair.
"He doesn't have to know." Evan ran his hands on the back of Brian's strong thighs, ducking his head to lick at Brian's balls.
"Stop touching me already. I can't think straight."
"Good, because there's not a straight bone in your body." He focused on sucking the left ball.
"I love Justin," Brian insisted.
"No one is denying that." Evan glanced up at him, smiling.
"Why did you say we were going to work together?" Brian's attempt at changing the subject almost made Evan laugh. He wasn't about to divulge his secret. He had a solid plan to keep Brian around once they returned to New York.
Evan answered by taking Brian in his mouth until his lips touched Brian's pelvic bone. He backed before his gag reflex could kick in, but his action had done the trick. Brian's hands brought him closer, bucking into his mouth and cursing.
He focused on giving Brian the greatest pleasure, and by the sounds coming out of Brian's mouth, he was on the edge. It took Evan's skilled finger probing Brian's hole to remember how tight the man was.
Evan thrust one of his hands up for Brian to suck his finger, and he did so dutifully. Next, he used the saliva coated finger to breach Brian. He found the prostate in one swift, skilled movement.
Brian filled Evan's throat with jerky movements, his whole body shaking from the powerful orgasm.
Unsteady on his feed, Brian stumbled to the couch, falling on it. He covered his face with his hands, ashamed of what he'd allowed to happen.
Evan adjusted his painful erection, knowing that soon he'd be buried inside Brian's tight ass. He popped open the bottle of Champagne, foregoing the glasses, and drinking straight from the bottle. He passed it to Brian, who glared at him, before taking a huge gulp.
"I'm going to Hell." Brian toyed with the tie of his bathrobe.
His words brought another round of arguing about Brian's hellcat.
Evan couldn't understand the appeal of bringing his boyfriend up every other word. He thought Brian knew him better than that. Hearing Justin's name wasn't going to stop him from getting what he wanted, more so, it would make him want Brian's ass even more.
Then Brian exploded, shouting, "I never promised Justin monogamy, but I promised him I wouldn't fuck you. He fucking trusts me!"
That made Evan smirk. They'd talked about him. Probably Justin had brought up the subject, getting jealous of all the attention being switched to Brian. Oh, the little hellcat had no idea what he was capable of.
"You're not breaking your promise. I'm doing the fucking," Evan told him confidently.
His words aggravated Brian, making him run and hide into his bedroom. Like a door could keep them apart.
Evan followed him, seeing Brian rubbing at his eyes. Crying? Brian didn't strike him as the kind of man to tear up over a blow job.
"Is that a tear?" Evan teased.
What he didn't expect was for Brian to jump him, knocking him down. The fell over a chair before hitting the floor.
Evan was shocked to see how angry Brian was, and for the first time he contemplated the level of trust and how strong Brian and Justin's relationship was. Though, it didn't steer him away from what he wanted.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't punch you," Brian spat, his eyes blazing with fury.
Evan knew that more than anything Brian was scared of his deepest, darkest desires, which he was still fighting. He was curious of what it would be to have Evan again, and Evan knew it.
"It's okay to be scared, Brian. I know you want it. I know you promised fidelity to your hellcat, but he's not here." Evan used a quiet, even tone, not wanting to scare Brian even more.
Brian slammed his fist next to Evan's head, making him jump startled. "Can you have the decency to at least stop bringing Justin up every five seconds?"
"Feeling guilty?" Evan teased.
"Feeling like the shit that I am." Brian rolled off Evan, laying next to him on the carpet.
"When's the last time you bottomed?"
Brian covered his face with his hands, clawing at his skin. "It's none of your business."
"You mentioned that spitfire of yours fucks you quite often," Evan insisted, curious of how often Justin had the chance to top Brian, who seemed to have turned into quite the top over the years. Evan couldn't imagine Brian topping, because all he knew was Brian's perky, white ass and its tightness.
Brian sat up, straddling Evan's thighs. "Stop. Talking. About. Justin!" He shouted.
"Yet, I don't see you throwing me out of your room."
Evan fought a smile when Brian scrubbed at his face.
"Admit it. You're curious. You still feel something." Evan sneaked a hand in Brian's hair, pulling him down. He had to taste those lips. Kissing was usually something he didn't allow often, but with Brian, he knew it would fuel the passion.
Brian turned his head, making Evan's lips collide with his jaw. Evan's eyes flew open, surprised at the lengths Brian was going to resist him.
"Don't kiss me."
Of course, they probably had rules about kissing other people. Evan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Brian had turned all hetero for his hellcat, but it wouldn't last for too long.
"Aw, that's so sweet," Evan cooed sarcastically. "Now, fuck your hetero rules and kiss me." Holding Brian's head in his hands, he pressed their lips together.
Brian struggled for a moment, before sighing in defeat when he felt Evan's tongue probing his lips open. He even deepened the kiss when he felt Evan's tongue against his.
Evan reciprocated, kissing Brian back with ardor, enjoying having his boy – now a man – back in his arms. There had been many after him, of course, but no one else had evoked such feelings from him. No one had managed to irk him to no end, yet make him want to fuck them until he passed out.
"I missed you too, Brian." Evan's words broke the spell.
Brian pulled away, feeling infinitely guilty for being so weak when it came to Evan.
Evan watched the tears threatening to spill from Brian's eyes, the hurt and pain evident on his face, and for the first time he entertained the idea of ending what he'd started before they went too far.
He was about to voice his decision, albeit reluctant, when Brian stood up, helping him to his feet as well, before untying his bathrobe slowly.
"It's going to happen only once. And that's it. Never again." Brian let the bathrobe pool at his feet, silently offering himself to Evan.
"Never is a long time." Evan stroked Brian's cheek, brushing one stubborn tear away.
"Deal with it." He watched as Brian tore the duvet off the bed, crawling in the middle, throwing the pillows to the floor. "And Justin is NEVER to hear about this. I'll murder you if he finds out."
Already keeping secrets from his hellcat? Evan couldn't understand the big deal of them fucking that could affect Justin, but if it was Brian's wish, so be it.
"Now who's bringing him in the discussion?" Evan stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his dick through his pants. He'd miraculously remained clothed, but he was going to remedy that in a moment.
Brian chucked the bottle of lube to Evan, who caught it swiftly, smirking.
"I'd like a slight change in our agreement." Once naked, Evan crawled over Brian's body. "I'm going to get my fill of you until we leave. That's two more days. Clothes are optional and overrated."
He could see the panic in Brian's eyes, but his desire wasn't masked that well.
"I think..."
"...that's a wonderful idea," Evan hinted, tracing a finger over the length of Brian's body.
"I don't..."
"Brian, resistance is futile. You want this. We agreed on that." As he spoke, Evan poured liberal amounts of lube on his fingers, slowly breaching Brian. As tight as ever. Evan could bet all his money that Brian seldom allowed Justin to top, because otherwise it wouldn't explain the resistance he encountered.
"E-e-van!"
"I know. It feels good."
Evan took his time to stretch Brian, not wanting to hurt him. He wanted Brian to feel pleasure when they fucked, not cringe in pain.
When he deemed Brian ready, Evan felt around in the nightstand drawer for a condom, thanking the hotel for being fully prepared.
With one last look at Brian, he brought his ass on his lap, angling his dick with the fluttering hole. For a brief second, Brian seemed ready to have a panic attack, but it went away when Evan leaned for a kiss.
"Fuck!" They both cursed when Evan pushed into him.
"You feel so tight."
"You feel so big," Brian joked, his breath hitching.
"Ready?"
"While I'm still young...and you still alive." Brian wrapped one leg around Evan's waist. "Just fuck me."
"Impatient?" Evan pulled out all the way, before slamming into Brian, who arched off the bed, groaning in pleasure. "I still know how to extract those sounds out of you."
"Don't stop."
"I'm not planning on ever stopping, Brian." Evan braced on either side of his head, claiming his mouth in a deep kiss as he started fucking him, making up for the too many years spent apart.
Brian's hands were everywhere, Evan's name falling like a mantra from his lips, as he met him thrust for thrust.
The connection between them and the spark was still there, and Evan wondered if it was possible to reignite the fire within Brian. The chances for this to happen once they returned to New York were slim, close to none, the reason he decided to make the most of their limited time together. He was going to get his fill of Brian, making up for the lost years, and when they returned, he would try to understand that Brian had grown up and had a serious relationship with his hellcat. Until then, he had almost forty hours of enjoying the man.
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After round three, Brian lit himself a cigarette after returning from the bathroom. He found Evan in the same position he'd left him, sprawled on the bed, breathing harshly.
"Tired, old man?" He laughed, gathering his bathrobe.
"We talked about getting dressed, Kinney. Clothes are optional."
"I'm going on the balcony. You can take your grandpa nap."
Brian rested his forearms on the railing, staring at the ocean and contemplating what he'd done. There was a big part of him regretting it, hating that he couldn't put a stop to the insanity, but a smaller part of him was happy of the situation he found himself in, had won. It was absurd how someone he thought long forgotten and filed away as standard for all relationships...making him believe they were all doomed to fail, had such an impact on him. After over a decade apart, in which he'd probably thought of Evan a total of number of times countable on one hand, there he was, waltzing back into his life and creating havoc.
As Brian inhaled nicotine, he thought of the best way to proceed when he returned to Justin. He should tell him, Justin had the right to know what a shit Brian could be, but on the other hand, Brian was afraid to tell him. They were in a point in their relationship where they were so strong, almost invincible. If Brian confessed his deed, Justin was surely to break them to pieces and possibly never speak to him again.
The options were taking to the grave such a burden of secret, or hurting Justin on a level he couldn't even comprehend.
"Fuck," Brian spat, rubbing at his temple.
"You say the word, and I deliver," Evan said from behind, startling Brian.
"What do you want?"
"We have an agreement."
"No, we don't. I guess three times is enough. You should leave. The damage is already done," Brian muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Exactly, what's a few more times?"
"First of all, this has gotten way out of hand." Brian gestured between them. "Second, as you guessed, I don't do this very often."
Evan frowned, stepping closer and palming Brian's ass over the bathrobe. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, though I'm putting a stop to this."
Evan reached in front of the bathrobe, fisting Brian's dick. "I'm not done with you," he breathed into his ear. "Not in the least."
"Well, I am. With you." Brian pushed Evan's hand away, stubbing his cigarette to the ashtray on the balcony, before heading back into his suite. "It's time you leave, Evan. And remember, no one is to know about this."
Evan pushed Brian back, making him lose footing and fall on the bed. "You're too damn cute when you think you have the upper hand. You're forgetting it's me in front of you, not… anyone else," he averted when Brian glared. "You can suck my dick, you know...to let your ass rest for a while."
"So considerate of you." Brian rolled his eyes, shoving Evan off him. "Now, get the hell out of here before I give you a sore ass from my foot meeting it up close and personal."
Evan took off his boxers, which he'd slipped in before joining Brian to the balcony. He took Brian's hand, wrapping it around his erection, slowly stroking.
They maintained eye-contact for a long while—Brian glaring and Evan daring him to deny his desire of more sex together.
Angry at his zero self-control, Brian trapped Evan under him on the bed, fisting his dick furiously. When he was upset on such a level, Brian preferred his relief to be sexual, during a wild fucking.
Momentarily forgetting he was dealing with Evan, who Brian had only dreamed of topping in his younger years, Brian flipped him over. When he uncapped the lube, Evan jerked under him, twisting around.
"What the fuck, Kinney?"
Brian's eyes widened, his heart beating erratically. He swallowed back one jerk-move answer threatening to spill from his lips. He never apologized to anyone about anything.
"I'm not one of your tricks, to manhandle this way. I don't bottom. Not for you, not for anyone else."
"Everyone started off as a bottom," Brian said in challenge.
Evan leaned back on his elbow, looking into Brian's eyes. "It happened three times. I was eighteen and nineteen when I allowed someone to top me. I didn't like it. I had to be in control."
"That's arguable, Steele. Being a top is not all about control. Well, not when you're doing it with the right person."
"And here we are again talking about your hellcat."
"Maybe me mentioning Justin so much should prove to you how much I love him." Brian got out of the bed. "I'm going to shower. Alone, mind you."
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To Brian's surprise, Evan was gone when he was done in the bathroom. His relief was short-lived.
There was a note on the bed, telling him to meet him in the lobby when he was finished.
Brian pondered what was smarter to do...head into another trap, getting deeper in the hole he'd dug for himself, or ordering in, considering he was famished.
It was late evening, so he called the reception to bring him up a Caesar salad. After eating, he went to bed, but was so disgusted with himself and what he'd done that he ended up sleeping on the couch.
In the morning, he woke up to a clearer sky, but still raining.
He was about to check his phone when the door of his suite opened. Evan let himself in, holding a tray with breakfast.
"Did you steal my access card? That's fucked, Steele."
"Good morning to you too. Aren't you a ray of sunshine?"
"Fuck you!" Brian breezed past him, but snatched a bagel off the tray. He went to the balcony, only to realize the rain made it impossible to stay there, unlike the other day.
"I waited for you last night. You never came."
"Why would I do that? Look, it had been fun, but I guess that's it."
Evan snorted. "You're fooling yourself again. We still have a few hours before we leave. I will respect your wish to stay away when we get back...though working together might be counterproductive. Remember the way we got riled up and next thing, you ended up on the desk with your legs in the air?"
"That won't happen now. We won't work together. Stop saying that."
"We will, and you know it. But that's in the future. Let's focus on now and the few hours we still have to enjoy each other."
Brian slumped on the bed, placing the bagel on the nightstand.
Evan crawled behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "Do you plan on wearing only this bathrobe for the rest of your stay here?" He pulled the collar to the side to kiss Brian's neck.
"Yes. I won't take it off again."
Evan untied the knot, pushing the sides of the bathrobe open, running his hands over Brian's chest, all the while kissing his neck and bare shoulders, now with the cloth hanging off his biceps.
Brian's phone buzzed on the nightstand, making both of them jump in the air.
It took Brian a beat to realize what was happening. He had signal. Justin was calling.
He shoved Evan off him, lunging for his phone on the other side of the bed.
Evan grabbed it, throwing it to Brian. In his haste, the phone missed his hand by a few inches, landing on the floor.
"That was my phone," Brian gasped, snatching his phone from the hardwood. Murphy's Law had acted, because the phone had the screen cracked.
"Was being the key word." Evan laughed, though he felt bad for breaking Brian's phone.
"Get off! It's still lit up. Justin!" Brian pressed the device to his ear.
He couldn't hear anything from the other end of the line.
Evan pulled the phone from him, checking if it was still working. He tried going to main menu, earning loud protests from Brian. They wrestled for the phone, and it fell on Brian's lap. When Evan made to take it to further inspect it, he brushed Brian's dick.
"Stop, Evan! You broke it. I can't hear anything. Oh, fuck... STOP. Mhmm... oh, God."
The screen went black, and Brian fisted his hand around the device, ready to hurl it to the ground. Evan caught his hand in his.
"Don't destroy it further. Let's see if it still works."
"It doesn't. You killed it."
"It seems this little wrestle got you all riled up." Evan wrapped his hand around Brian's dick.
"My phone!" Brian shouted, slapping at Evan's wandering hands.
"Use mine."
"I bet you'd love to have Justin's number. In your dreams."
"Territorial much?"
"I don't share my toys."
"That's not what I heard."
"My policy is one fuck only. Except when it comes to Justin, of course," Brian said, shaking his phone. There was a crack in the middle of the screen. It blinked back to life if only for a second, before shutting off. "Fucking piece of shit."
Evan saved the phone before it could meet the floor again, for the second time. "Don't take it out on it. I swear, I didn't mean to send it flying to the floor."
"Well, you did. Do you have any idea how worried he's been?" Brian's eyes fell on the land line phone. He grabbed the cordless receiver, dialing, cursing himself for not thinking of that sooner.
It went straight to voice-mail. "Sunshine, my phone is broken. I feel like some higher force is keeping us from talking. Listen, I'll see you in a few hours. My plane lands at six... I miss you."
"How touching." Evan snorted when Brian hung up.
"Fuck off, Steele."
"Do you want me to buy you a new phone?"
"I want you to...stop interfering. We're going back. This stops here. It has been...a fun couple of days."
"Fun? It's been the best days I had since I left you in my condo."
"Evan, for fuck's sake. Stop. We're done."
Evan took the hint and got dressed before leaving the suite.
He had no clue of the kind of damage he'd done, but he couldn't care less about his actions had affected Justin. If he expected Brian to resist him on this trip, then he was a fool.
As their return home drew nearer, he started feeling guilty at the consequences of his action. He became aware that Brian would probably have a fight with Justin, and Brian would agree to whatever terms Justin put so they could keep their relationship. The most important rule would be to never see or have any kind of contact with Evan. It would be extremely difficult to know Brian was in New York and not try pursuing him again, even for a drink out as friends.
The more time that passed, the more Evan realized he'd probably blown all his chances to have Brian in his life with his big ego and ambition to fuck him again.
He arrived late at the airport, after dropping by at the first available Apple store. He purchased the newest device, something even he didn't own. It was his way to apologize to Brian, and if they were to never see each other again, he'd at least have that gift from him.
In the plane, Evan was relieved to find the seat next to Brian empty. He expected a huge tantrum about the extravagant gift, but Brian surprised him by thanking him quietly, before going back to staring out the window, sulking.
The more he looked at Brian, the more Evan realized the damage he'd done. He never meant to hurt Brian in any way.
His fears were cemented when they reached New York. He refused to leave Brian on his own, expecting the worst when he confronted Justin.
Izzy's words and the way she attacked Brian, shouldn't have surprised Evan, but what surprised him was the way Brian admitted defeat. He'd gone as far as to think of suicide.
From that moment on, Evan erased all his plans on ever trying anything with Brian again. He focused on rectifying what he'd destroyed within a few hours. Evan rarely regretted his actions, but he wished he wouldn't have pursued Brian so hard, he wished he wouldn't have that influence over Brian that made him fall under his spell.
He'd do everything in his power to help Brian make up with Justin, if Brian ever spoke to him again.
I might add more to this as the story progresses, so you'll get a better grasp of Evan's character.
Anxiously waiting for your response on this insight.