"Mikey, you can't bring up some big secret, then not tell me," Brian said, putting his arm around Michael's shoulders. Michael felt a chill go through his body. He was so sensitive to Brian's touch.
"I…I just can't. It's…it'll mess up something big," Michael stammered.
Brian looked Michael in the eyes, I have a feeling we're thinking the same thing. Tell me, Mikey."
"I can't. I'm embarrassed now. And I'll bet you every comic book I own that we're not thinking the same thing."
"I think we are. I know you better than you know yourself, remember? Michael, I love you."
Michael stared at Brian, stunned. Brian leaned in and kissed Michael, soft but firm. He wrapped his arms around Michael's waist and pulled him close. Before Michael knew it, Brian was on top of him on the couch, kissing him passionately and grinding his hips into Michael's.
"Michael…" Brian breathed in between kisses, "I KNOW you're not having a wet dream on this couch."
"W…. What?" Michael said, still in the thick of passion, but confused nonetheless.
"If you don't wake up, I'm burning one of your comic books that are in the plastic thing."
Michael was violently torn from his dream, and reluctantly, his eyes opened to see Emmett standing over him, his hands on his hips.
"Good morning, Starshine! The earth says hello! Now zip up your pants. Company's coming," Emmett said, turning on his heel towards the kitchen.
Michael looked down to see his Levi's unbuttoned and unzipped, his fingertips just above his underwear.
"Sh…shit! How long have I been sleeping?" Michael asked, scrambling to dress himself.
"Eh, twenty minutes?" Emmett said, twisting open a coke bottle.
Michael looked at the clock. Six thirty-four. He had been asleep for over an hour, "Twenty minutes? I fell asleep at five twenty, Emmett. And what do you mean by 'company's coming'?"
"Who keeps track anymore? Anyway, Ted's on his way. He had some free time (what else is new?) and asked if we wanted to get some food, most likely chinese, rent some movies and have a girl's night in. I just couldn't say no."
"I could have," Michael said.
"You could have, but you wouldn't have. Besides, it's not as if you have anything else to do, right?"
Michael couldn't argue. He hadn't been to Babylon in weeks, and that was the only place he really went on Friday nights. A "girl's night in" couldn't hurt. Hopefully, it would keep his mind off of Brian, and his hand off his crotch, for a night.