An: Thanks SOO much for the reviews and because they made me so happy and gave me courage to countinue writing, here comes another chapter. And I think there will be at least one more. Hopefully you won't be to disappointed.

Chapter 2

Mike couldn't believe what was happening right now, Briggs is kissing him and just as sudden as the older man had started, he stopped and sat back on his heels.

For a moment both men just stared at each other, Mike still having trouble processing that Briggs had kissed him.

Did Briggs like him?

Maybe Briggs was drunk or something, because why else would he kiss Mike?

"Mike." Briggs said breaking thru the younger man's thoughts. "I..."

"It's alright." Mike said, believing that Briggs regretted the kiss so he stood up so he could leave the older man alone but he wasn't prepared for the pang of dizziness that assaulted him, making him lose his balance and if Briggs hadn't jumped to his feet, catching him, he would have fallen flat on his face.

Instead two strong and steady hands got hold of him and he was guided back onto the bench.

"What's wrong, Mike?" Briggs asked worry creeping into his voice as he watched the pale young man.

"I'm fine." Mike said feeling embarrassed as he leaned forward and closed his eyes. "Just a little dizzy."

"What's this?" Briggs asked suddenly and now anger clear in his voice.

As Mike leaned forward his shirt rode up in the back, exposing a bit of Mike's back and the bruises that was starting to form after Steve's attack in the bathroom.

Briggs grabbed the young man's shirt to push it even higher, trying not to stare at the smooth skin but to take a look at the bruises.

"Briggs." Mike said flushing in embarrassment as he tried to push down his shirt.

"Mike, I need to check your back. You are bruised to hell." Briggs said trying to push down his anger and control his worry. "What happened?"

"Please, can we not do this here." Mike almost begged Briggs as he looked around, there weren't much people around but he didn't want to this here. "I'll tell you but can we do it back at the house?"

"Yeah, alright." Briggs grumbled as he helped Mike standing up. "Can you walk? Or shall I call a cab?"

"I can walk, it ain't that far." Mike said as he started to walk on shaky legs.

Briggs walked closed beside him, holding a loose grip on his arm in case he stumbled, the warm hand grounding him as Mike tried to walk straight but the dizziness was still there and now a headache started to build and Mike was glad that Briggs was helping him.

They walked slowly in silence, Mike trying to concentrate on walking but as closer as they got to Graceland his headache and dizziness grew adding nausea.

At least the pain in his back weren't all that bad but he felt himself starting to stumble more and more.

Briggs grabbed his arm and laid it across his shoulders and he place his other arm around Mike's waist, mindful of the bruises and as they were almost at the stairs Briggs was practically carrying the young man.

"We are almost there, kid." Briggs whispered in Mike's ear. "Just a little further."

"I'm sorry." Mike said in a low voice, feeling bad that he could barely walk.

Briggs didn't answer, he just tightened his hold as they carefully moved up the stairs and as they climbed each step Mike's nausea grew more and more so when they reached the door the need to vomit was overwhelming.

"I..." Mike tried to swallow. "I'm going to be sick."

Barely hearing what the young man was saying Briggs looked at Mike and he quickly moved them into the closest bathroom.

As soon as they stepped inside Mike dropped to his knees and started to throw up, only bile coming up.

Briggs stayed with him, running circles on his back and talking in a low voice to soothe him. The older man winced in sympathy as Mike continued to heave for a couple of minutes, he kept his hand on the young mans back, steadying him and as Mike finally stopped, breathing hard the young man closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cool toilet, Briggs ran his other hand thru Mike's hair trying to help him calm down.

Then he felt a big lump on the back of Mike's head and the young man let out a small and hoarse whimper of pain.

"Dammit, Mike." Briggs growled in a low and angry voice. "What tha hell happened to you?"

Mike looked up at Briggs, his eyes wide and he shrunk back a little as he heard the anger in the other man's voice.

"I... Uhmm..." He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to tell Briggs about the attack because he didn't want to look more weak in Briggs eyes.

"Don't lie to me, Mike." Briggs said as he looked at Mike, seeing his wide blue eyes, he soften his voice. "Please. I'm worried about you."

"I'm sorry." Mike whispered, his head felt like it was splitting in half and his back was on fire, he closed his eyes trying to gather his thoughts.

"I'll be right back." Briggs said as he stood up, Mike wanted to tell the other man to stay but his voice abandoned him and he let out a small sob.

Briggs walked out to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water and then he took out some painkillers before walking back to the bathroom.

"Mike." He kneeled bedside the young man and he care fully touched Mike's face.

"Briggs?" Mike looked at him, pain and misery clear in his eyes. "You came back?"

"Of course, kid." Briggs said with a gentle smile on his lips. "I just went to the kitchen to get you some painkillers. Here."

Mike just looked at him before accepting the pills and took a small sip of water to watch them down, then he closed his eyes and laid his head back down, willing the pain and dizziness away.

"Thanks. I'll just stay here until I feel better." Mike said.

"Nuhu, babe." Briggs said as Mike closed his eyes. "Let's get you to bed."

"It's okay. I don't think I can walk right now." Mike whispered his eyes still closed. It helped with the dizziness. "Thanks for your help, I'll just stay here for a while." Exhausted Mike felt himself drift off and he barely heard the older man say:

"I can't leave you here on the floor." Briggs said shaking his head at the younger man's stubbornness.

Not waiting for an answer Briggs put an arm around the younger mans knees and the other one under his shoulder and carefully stood up.

Mike felt himself being lifted but he was to out of it to really understand what was happening, but as he felt himself being pressed against a warm chest, he leaned into it and he let out a sigh of content.

Briggs couldn't help smile a small smile at Mike's sigh before adjusting his grip and he started to walk carefully out the bathroom and up the stairs.

As he laid Mike down on his bed, he breathed out a sigh of relief, even if he was little out of breath for carrying a young man up the stairs he couldn't help to frown a little at how light the young man had felt.

Now he stood up, stretching his back and thought about what to do next. He didn't want to leave Mike by himself, he was still worried about the bump on the kids head and the bruises.

What could have had happen? And why didn't Mike want to tell him about it?

Briggs let out a sigh, then he started to take Mike's shoes of him, then he pulled a cover over the kid before grabbing a chair, pulled it up beside the bed, toed off his own shoes and but his legs up onto the bed.

For a couple of minutes he just looked at the young man, amazed of how beautiful and young Mike looked in his sleep, then the young man frowned in his sleep and Briggs leaned forward to run his hand thru that soft and unruly hair.

"Dammit it, kid. You are going to be the death of me." He said in a low voice as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to get some rest.