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laniew1A prequel of sorts to Love/Faith/Truth/Aftermath… This part borrows extensively from Love/Faith/Truth (especially Truth) and was supposed to be just a quick ‘this is how the threesome really began’ but now the boys want more back-story time and this is turning into a novel right in front of my eyes. Dammit.
TITLE: True Beginnings – Michael/Brian/Justin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
True Beginnings – Ch 1
Brian Kinney always had a plan. Sometimes it might seem to people who weren’t him that he didn’t, that he flew by the seat of his pants and to hell with the consequences. Which yeah he did, to a point. And then there was stuff that he just couldn’t plan for.
Mikey meeting Dr. David when Brian hadn’t been there to get rid of him. First laying eyes on Justin. Those were things that he hadn’t planned for.
Sometimes events just spiraled out of his control and then he was forced to react to those situations, modifying plans that he’d made and then moving forward.
Getting Michael to move back to the Pitts and getting rid of Dr. Dave without ever having to actually even say one word about feelings or emotions or any of that bullshit that Michael believed in had been one of his prouder accomplishments.
There’d been about a month where he’d thought he might have to go and actually drag Michael back to the Pitt’s with him. But then Mikey had returned sans Dr. Dave and he’d found out later that they’d broken up.
He was proud of himself for not cheering or turning cartwheels. He’d just snorted and told Michael that he didn’t need a relationship… which of course meant that Michael went right out and found Ben and Brian was right back where he started from.
Starting another seemingly endless battle for Michael’s affections with a guy that couldn’t ever understand him like Brian did.
He’d had plans for Michael for years, none of those plans had included the doc or Ben or the threat of him being exposed to some disease that would destroy him.
He’d had plans for Mikey that hadn’t included spending six months watching Mikey fade into a pale shadow of his former self as he cared for a sick Ben. If Ben hadn’t walked away, well Brian already knew he wasn’t a big enough man to not do something to force Ben to walk away.
Mikey was his and he refused to watch him kill himself over anyone that wasn’t Brian. Or Vic. Or Deb. And quite possibly Justin because there was some bond there that he never claimed to understand.
But those were the only people that Brian might have stood by and let Michael waste away caring for.
The conversation he’d had with Michael when Ben had first fell ill, the one about cutting himself off from the source of his pain, had left Brian feeling like he was talking to an impenetrable wall. Michael refused to walk away, wouldn’t abandon Ben to suffer alone.
Sometimes Brian thought that Michael liked being in pain.
He knew he didn’t. Knew that Michael loathed it.
Brian had been making quietly making his own plans, throwing out ideas to no one but himself; some quiet home for Ben to waste away in, family members to swoop in and take over his care, something to alleviate the pressure that Michael felt to do it all himself. And then Ben had obliterated them all by announcing that he was leaving… and that Michael wasn’t going with him.
To say that he’d been surprised would have been an understatement. And not many things surprised Brian anymore. And then Ben had dropped one more bombshell on him.
Right before he’d left he’d pulled Brian aside and made him promise that he would take care of Michael… like Brian would have said no or needed someone to ask him to do that, he’d been doing it for years and taking care of Michael was part of his job description, best friend, confidant, caregiver… and just like that Brian’s plans were back in action.
At least Brian hadn’t clapped him on his back and thanked him for stepping aside; he’d just nodded and said ‘I’ve been taking care of Mikey for years, but thank you for your permission to continue’.
Sarcasm optional.
Of course he didn’t think that Ben’s ‘make sure he eats and sleeps and doesn’t worry to much’, in any way, shape or form was subtext for ‘seduce Mikey at the first possible opportunity’.
But then Michael himself had put them on hold, being all heartbroken and breaking down when the wind blew in a certain way, or a song played, or the Kleenex commercial came on the TV.
He was such a girl sometimes.
So Brian had to put all his plans on hold, again, while Michael fixed himself. Because he sure as hell wouldn’t let anyone help him.
Not that Brian hadn’t tried, everyone had tried… but Michael wasn’t receptive, he was wallowing and none of the things they normally did to pull Mikey out of whatever funk he’d gotten himself into had worked.
Ironically the only person that seemed to get through that wall of misery that Michael had erected around himself was Justin. The two men worked on Rage almost constantly and if Brian had been anyone else he might have been jealous.
Of which one he could never be sure. Justin didn’t see anyone but him, not anymore. And Michael had been in love with him for so many years that Brian thought that he might not know how to not be in love with him.
The fact that it was Rage that bound the two men together tighter than he ever could have, never ceased to amuse him. Because he was Rage and Rage was him. So even if he wasn’t there when they were working on the comic… well he was there when they were working on the comic.
But all of that had brought up the Justin issue. What to do about Justin. He cared about Justin.
In some way he was sure that he loved him, just like he loved Mikey. And some people might call him selfish but he wasn’t giving either of them up. He wanted both Michael and Justin and they were just going to have to deal with each other.
Of course then he’d had to suppress the tiny bit of anger that he’d felt when he realized that Justin was in some bizarre way attracted to Michael.
He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t see Justin practically drooling as he watched Michael chew on the end of a straw.
It was okay for him to want both men, but for those same men to want each other in return? It had taken days of snappish behavior before he realized that this might actually be a good thing. That it would be easier if everyone wanted each other. Plus you know, added bonus of Michael and Justin not fighting… not that they’d been doing much fighting lately.
He didn’t think that Justin had even realized that he wanted Michael, he knew for a fact that Michael didn’t realize it.
So then he’d rearranged all his plans to include all three of them, it took him a while to figure out something that didn’t seem like it had come directly from some porn movie and finally he’d just decided to get everybody drunk and just let things play out.
The plan as it stood was simple and easy, and would be harder then hell to screw up. He would of course take the lead, it was what he did. He led and Justin and Michael followed.
It was a plain, ordinary Wednesday when he decided that enough time had passed and that it was time to put his plan into action.
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Justin wondered if it was too late to call Michael and cancel. He probably would have if Brian hadn’t hidden the phone on him again, as if he’d known that would be the first thing that Justin thought of.
Watching Brian walk around the loft in too tight jeans, the top button unfastened and no shirt, his whole body emanating a heat that meant both that he was totally up to something and that the chance of Justin and Michael getting anything productive done was virtually non-existent, and actually getting smaller and smaller as Brian pulled out alcohol and muttered to himself.
Brian was quite obviously settling in for the long haul and was not going out as was the norm.
And then there was that look on his face, the one that meant that somebody was going to get fucked and fucked hard. His body practically tingled with anticipation.
But with Michael mere minutes from arriving Justin knew that nothing was going to happen.
Of course that still didn’t explain why Brian was pulling out all the alcohol that they owned (which was a lot more than he’d thought they’d owned, where the hell did Brian hide it all). Were they having a party and Brian had forgotten to tell him?
“Are we having a party?” he finally just asked, because there was no way that Brian thought that the three of them could drink all of that. Not without a visit to the hospital for some alcohol poisoning by at least one of them. He crossed his arms over his chest and assumed his best ‘give me a straight answer and don’t fuck with me Kinney’ look for good measure. Both he and Michael had learned it directly from Debbie, most of the time it only worked coming from her but sometimes…
“No.” Justin waited but it seemed as if no more information would be forthcoming. Brian was going to be difficult.
“Aren’t you going out?” he made a show of glancing down at his watch, “Michael’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
“Does it look like I’m going out?” Brian looked at him like he was a little slow on the uptake, posing against the countertop and damn he wanted to lick that chest, Brian’s fingers tapped against the counter top as if he had no clue what Justin was thinking about.
“Well no,” Justin conceded. “It’s just… we’re working on Rage tonight.”
“You normally do,” Brian glanced at the counter and then pushed his hands into his pockets, pulling out a small packet.
Drugs, Brian had made a stop by Anita’s earlier it seemed. Or he had a stash that Justin didn’t know about.
But that packet meant that the chances of Michael and him getting anything done had just taken a header right out the window.
“You’re up to something,” Justin decided, and wondered what it was. Brian of course chose not to enlighten him. He didn’t make any response at all, just arched a brow at him and dropped the packet on the counter, straightened the bottles so they were all lined evenly on the counter by size and then moved to get glasses from the cabinet over the sink.
Justin wondered if he should mention the fact that Brian was running around half-naked but bit his tongue instead. He was enjoying the view to much; he just watched Brian bustle around and started slightly when he heard the buzzer.
Brian smirked at him and then beat him by two steps and an arm length to the door.
A shove and it was open and Michael jumped slightly, looking between the two of them in confusion. Probably wondering why they were both rushing to the door to meet him.
“Mikey,” Brian pulled him inside, a quick hug and a soft kiss on the lips before he handed him off to Justin and closed the door behind them. Locking it.
“Is something going on?” Michael asked shrugging off his coat, one eye warily watching Brian’s progress to the counter where Brian had set up his impromptu bar. Brian of course did not answer.
“It’s going to be a really long fucking night,” Justin muttered under and Michael grunted his agreement.
Brian poured three glasses, shook pills out of the packet and was back to them before Michael had settled himself on the floor and began unpacking his stuff.
“Um…” Michael glanced at the glass that Brian had shoved into his hand, looking up curiously when Brian ran a thumb over his lips. His lips parted slightly and Brian smirked, leaning forward to press their lips together. Justin watched with narrowed eyes, just knowing that on the tip of Brian’s tongue was a pill and it was making a transfer from Brian’s mouth to Michael’s.
He’d seen it a hundred times and he still didn’t understand the procedure, Brian didn’t do the same thing with him, just handed him the pill and waited for him to swallow it. Maybe it was his way of making sure Michael actually took it?
A glazed look in Michael’s eyes when Brian drew back and Justin grinned, he couldn’t help himself because Brian was a fantastic kisser; everything he felt that he couldn’t say he put into his kisses. Finally Michael shook his head, cleared his throat, his eyes wandering to Justin an apologetic look on his face.
Obviously Michael didn’t have any clue what was going on in Brian’s head either, which was kind of a relief because Michael could normally read Brian from a mile away. He cleared his throat again and Justin knew that the pill had been swallowed. “Right… we were just going to…”
“Drink up Mikey,” Brian nodded towards the glass in his hand and ruffled his hair as he turned his attention to Justin. A glass seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
A soft rub of fingers over his lips and Justin opened his mouth obediently. Dry swallowing the pill once it was dropped on his tongue. If Michael had taken it and Brian had taken it well he sure as hell wasn’t going to be the only sober one in the room.
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Michael had absolutely no clue what the hell was going on.
Of course neither did Justin, he felt like a horrible person for the tiny sense of glee that gave him. At least Justin hadn’t replaced him that totally yet. The only person in the room that seemed to know what was happening was Brian and he sure as hell wasn’t talking. He was lounging on the couch as if holding court, watching them with indulgent eyes. He’d long since moved the bottles from the counter in the kitchen to right beside him on the floor, as soon as Justin or Michael emptied their glass he was right there filling it.
He was like some psychotic bartender who was doing his damnedest to get them drunk.
Michael was about two drinks away from telling him that he was pretty sure he was drunk, and maybe stoned. He was giggling with Justin after all, poking him in the side and stomach as they worked.
And there was some sort of… something in the air. Something indescribable. He didn’t know if it was the drugs or what but every time he touched Brian or Brian touched him or Justin even it was like sparks flew between them.
There’d been a brief moment where he’d thought that he was picking up on the sexual energy between Brian and Justin but then Justin had touched him and he’d known it wasn’t that.
He’d thought of Brian in a sexual nature since he was fourteen years old. In his dreams they’d been lovers for as long.
He’d never in a million years thought of Justin that way, but if he didn’t stop drinking through that damn straw that Brian had found for him Michael was going to have to do something desperate.
It was the drugs he decided. Had to be the drugs. What the hell had Brian given them? E? Because that was so very low, especially since Brian didn’t think of him like that. He never had, never would.
It was very disconcerting and maybe he should have followed his first instinct and cancelled on Justin, he’d felt weak and emotional all day. He could have sat in his apartment alone, maybe bought another fish to replace the one that he’d killed. Or maybe he should start small this time… buy a plant and work his way up to actually living, breathing animals.
Or maybe he was just going insane.
Brian and he had a very touchy feely relationship, they were best friends and gay men to boot and they liked touching each other. Michael didn’t know what he’d do the day that Brian stopped touching him.
He’d probably go insane
He really, truly hoped it was just the drugs making Brian sparkle and Justin glitter and it all seem like this was going to mean something later. He glanced discreetly at his watch. Another hour before they’d actually even start considering letting him leave.
He flipped idly through the sketches as Brian leaned forward to murmur something low in Justin’s ear. Justin laughed and something within Michael clenched… he swore silently, because that sure as hell was not desire tingling at the base of his spine. It couldn’t be because that was just nuts. This was Justin not Brian and only Brian could make him hard with a laugh or a grin or that smirk that drove him nuts to boot… Michael decided that he was cutting himself off, he was clearly losing his mind with all the alcohol and the drugs and that was just unacceptable.
Decision made he licked his finger, flipped another page and heard Justin draw a deep breath. He tried to ignore it but couldn’t help himself from glancing over out of the corner of his eye to see what Brian was doing that had elicited that response.
Only to find that Brian had moved back to lounging behind them, on the floor this time not the couch and Justin was watching him with dark eyes that promised all sorts of carnal delights and Michael licked his suddenly really dry lips. Because what the hell? Justin didn’t even really like him let alone want him. And besides there was still Brian.
And Brian was right there.
He turned his head and his eyes met Justin’s, a silent challenge that he really, honestly didn’t think that Justin would take him up on.
Because Brian… was still right there.
And then Justin kissed him. Closing the short distance between them before Michael even had a chance to voice the protest that he was sure was forthcoming.
He thought.
It took a second to relax into the kiss, the shock of it being Justin licking and nipping at his lips being overrun by the fact that Justin was damn talented at it. He half expected Brian to slap him upside the head or pull Justin away sharply, Brian shared a lot of things with Michael, his body and Justin were not on that list of things.
But Brian remained a motionless entity behind them and Justin was actually pulling him closer, tighter, arms wrapping tightly around him as he tried to pull Michael into his skin. The moan he’d been trying to hold back escaped and Justin delved into his mouth. Sealing their lips together and Michael wondered when he’d slipped into some alternate dimension where Justin wanted him and Brian wanted him.
This was Justin as Brian had trained him, because Justin had not had much in the way of any sexual experience prior to Brian fucking him but he’d obviously picked up some of Brian’s tricks since then.
That half lick, suck thing was something that Brian did.
He wondered when Brian was going to stop this.
Because from the look of things Justin was settling in for the long haul, his kiss was dominating, punishing, something that Michael would never have expected from the twink that Brian fucked on a regular basis. Brian didn’t stand for someone else being in control when he could be.
He realized suddenly that he’d totally forgotten about Brian when his one hand left the floor and tried to pull Justin closer and just as suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his lower back, his body moving forward, closing the miniscule amount of space that had still been present between them. Then soft familiar lips were pressing an open mouth kiss to the back of his neck and he shuddered.
Brian.
He’d know Brian’s touch if he was deaf and blind and he’d never before forgotten about Brian when Brian was present. If Brian was with him he was always sort of half-aware of what he was doing and who he was doing.
Because Brian was the center of his world, his universe. Brian was his life most of the time.
“Mikey,” Brian murmured his name softly, the unspoken words, unspoken desire hitting him somewhere low in his stomach. Justin drew away slowly and Michael closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the desire flare between them and if he just kept his eyes closed he’d feel them move away to amuse themselves with each other and he could pack up his stuff and go back to his lonely, quiet apartment.
He’d buy a hamster on the way.
He waited for Brian to move, waited for Justin to release him. Instead Brian stood pulling Michael to his feet, Justin following since he was still seemingly attached to Michael.
Brian turned Michael’s head with a gentle hand, a brush of his fingers over his closed eyes forced them to open, to see him and Brian smirked as he bent to kiss him gently. A hint of a promise and when Brian backed away Michael licked at his lips. Desperate to remember Brian’s taste when he wanted him. Because there was no telling when or how badly this was going to end.
Brian gripped his hand tightly; one hand resting on Justin’s hip as he began propelling them toward the bedroom. He squeezed the hand that clenched at his, a purely reflexive move on Michael’s part, to tell Brian that he was still there, that he’d still be there and Brian’s grip relaxed, but didn’t let go. Like he thought Michael would run screaming into the night if he did let go.
He wondered when exactly his life had become an episode of the twilight zone, or if he’d been set up for Candid Camera.
The bedroom was exactly the way that Michael always remembered it, although he couldn’t say he’d remembered there being candles… ever. A look at Justin showed shock on his face as well; obviously whatever was happening had been at least partially planned by Brian.
Then suddenly Brian was right in front of him, naked already and Michael wondered when that had happened. He’d only been distracted by the candles for a few seconds he thought, although Brian could get people out of their clothes by just breathing. Obviously it worked on himself as well.
And then Brian turned on him. Hand on his hips as he pulled him close and into a kiss, Michael was breathless with the anticipation. Something was happening here. Something real and he didn’t think that Brian was as drunk as he and Justin were.
Fingers trailed up his chest and sides, pulling his t-shirt up with them and then tossing it somewhere away. A last biting kiss and Brian was on his knees before him and Michael didn’t think that many people got to see Brian in this position, on their knees before them.
Brian didn’t seem to mind it and Michael couldn’t find the breath to make words as Brian licked his way down Michael’s stomach, the snap and zipper of his jeans easily taken care of and suddenly Brian was tugging them down his hips, his legs. Lifting Michael’s legs one at a time to remove them and his socks.
Michael was no help, his legs felt like they were made of stone. With eyes that he knew were filled with wonder Michael touched his hair softly, drawing his fingers through memorized softness.
This was obviously a really fantastic dream and he’d fallen asleep when he hadn’t been paying attention.
A soft mouth sucked on his hip as Brian moved back up his body. Coming gracefully to his feet even as he pulled Michael close to him.
“Mikey,” Brian muttered holding him tightly. It always surprised him how much he wanted Brian. And he made a move to step back, he was hard and naked and Brian didn’t need to know that even though he could see and it was his fault.
Brian didn’t let him move, instead his hand traveled between their bodies and touched Michael more intimately then he’d ever touched him before. Stroking his hard cock before releasing it, smirking at Michael’s groan.
Brian turned him towards the bed, arms wrapping in a loose embrace around him. “Look at him Mikey,” he breathed against his ear, pausing long enough to lick his neck. Chin on his shoulder Michael realized that Brian was not as unaffected by him as Michael had assumed. He was hard against him, grinding slowly against Michael’s ass.
He wondered if this was going to end in pain or misery.
Brian moved with him onto the bed, Michael hovering on one side of Justin, Brian on the other. A soft kiss and Michael swore that he could feel the desire that was pulsating from Brian to him to Justin and back again. A continuous loop, between the three of them. Because Brian hadn’t sent him away and Justin hadn’t pushed him away.
“He’s still dressed Mikey…” Brian smirked against his lips and Michael’s tongue darted out under its own volition to lick at them. “We should do something about that.”
Brian’s hand touched his own, guiding it with a steadiness that Michael in no way felt down to Justin’s stomach. Justin arched up into the slight touch.
“Please…” a desperate moan from Justin and Michael grinned, the action mirrored by Brian before they went to work.
He really hoped that Justin hadn’t been sentimentally attached to the t-shirt that Michael wasn’t sure but thought that Brian might have tore from his body.
For his part Michael after a few fumbling starts, because his fingers felt thick and numb managed to get Justin’s jeans unbuttoned and down, throwing them… somewhere. Looking up just in time to see Brian’s mouth owning Justin’s in a way that he hadn’t been privy to before.
He stroked his hands down Justin’s legs, his grin returning full force when Justin shivered against him. He’d never wanted to touch Justin before, had never wanted to see what else would make Justin shiver and moan.
But he certainly wanted to now.
He moved to Justin’s side, allowing Brian to settle between Justin’s thighs. Stroking the baby soft skin of Justin’s side, one hand gliding over nipples, and back down his arms.
A high groan, a writhe and some muttered version of Brian’s name that he’d never heard before had him glancing down to where it seemed Brian almost certainly had at the very least fingers of one hand inside Justin, his other was smoothing a condom and lube over his own hard cock and Michael licked his lips.
Maybe after they were done he’d get to at least lick and suck Brian.
Justin’s legs went over Brian’s shoulders with no urging and with a jerk of his hips Brian slid home. Halting his movements only momentarily, his eyes meeting Michael’s before they locked onto Justin’s.
He watched them move together, watched Justin writhe and moan and Brian pant out words that he couldn’t decipher. He really shouldn’t be here watching this he decided, it didn’t matter that Brian had stripped him himself or that Justin had kissed him first, he felt like he was intruding on the most private of moments. From the way that Brian was staring down at Justin he just knew that words of love, words that Brian swore he didn’t believe in were going to be uttered and if he was still there to hear it he knew it would destroy him.
He rested his hands on his knees, backing in inches across the bed. They were really very beautiful together.
Justin’s hand flew out suddenly, stopping his halting progress to leave and instead pulling him back across the bed, down to his lips. “Michael,” was gasped against his mouth and then Justin was kissing him, tongues tangling together as Justin held his hand like a lifeline.
He drew away just enough to look down at him; Justin’s eyes were almost black in his desire, his pupils dilated and unfocused but he knew who Michael was at least so there was that. Eyes still on Justin’s he moved down his body, allowing Justin to hold the one hand while he used the other to stroke his way with a whisper of a touch down his stomach. Licking the smooth skin, tongue darting out to taste the sweat. Justin’s other hand came up to touch his hair as Michael came to stop, his eyes leaving Justin’s to eye the cock that was hard and leaking. Michael was surprised that he hadn’t come already. Brian had obviously trained him well.
He smiled as he moved just slightly, Brian gasping above him one of the hands that Brian had been using to hold Justin’s leg in place on his shoulders left to touch Michael’s head. His fingers linking with Justin’s as Michael licked the very tip of Justin.
Justin stiffened and groaned in response, his whole body rigid under him. Michael smiled even as his lips parted and he sucked him into his mouth. Tongue licking roughly on the upstroke and then humming on the down stroke, and then he repeated it again and again.
And maybe that was what Justin had been waiting for, what Brian had been waiting for.
Because almost mere seconds after Michael wrapped around him Justin came, Brian following about a second after that.
He couldn’t help himself, he smirked. Because well, he didn’t think he’d ever had a lover… or lovers that had come so quickly. He was damn proud of himself. Even if he hadn’t come yet.
Kissing Justin’s stomach and rolling to the side. Brian and Justin collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and lips, and Michael stroked himself as he watched them do what in any other bedroom could be considered cuddling but since this was Brian’s, well at least he didn’t voice that sentiment out loud.
He groaned, because the pretty picture that the two of them made… it wouldn’t take long at all and he quickened his strokes desperate as he strove for that release that the other two had already found.
Except Brian’s hand caught his, halting his movements and his protest died in his throat as his best friend rolled him onto his back, rocking against him stopping him mere moments before he came.
He made a muffled noise that would have expressed his frustration if Brian’s lips hadn’t sealed on his, tongue coming into play and there were a lot of things that Michael loved about Brian, his tongue was one of them. His body and his soul and the heart that he hid from everybody but him and ma and Justin and Gus and sometimes Lindsay were the others.
He wrapped his legs and arms around Brian. Holding him tightly, wondering again for a brief second what the hell Brian had given them.
It had to have been some serious shit because Michael under normal conditions and in control of his faculties, would have not, he was pretty sure, agreed to a threesome with Brian and Justin.
Brian was already hard against him again and Michael moaned low in his throat. Because all those guys that had been here before him, the ones that he hated and despised to the very core of his being, well they hadn’t been lying, Brian’s recovery time was amazing.
It was like he was fourteen again.
“Brian,” he managed to gasp, against Brian’s open wet mouth because he wouldn’t let him go. He could feel Justin’s hands on his hip, lips nuzzling at his shoulder. Alternating between his and Brian’s? He wasn’t sure because Brian wouldn’t let him go long enough for him to look and see.
“I want to fuck you Mikey, let me fuck you…” Brian punctuated his words with a hard thrust against him and Michael knew that his life was never going to be the same again.
“Oh god…” barely moaned, barely breathed, and actually he wasn’t even sure that he’d said anything. He thought he had but… And Brian was drawing back lube already in his hand, Justin himself handed the condom over as Brian twisted fingers inside him, touching he was sure his heart and soul along with his prostrate and every other muscle group.
Justin distracted him with a talented mouth and seconds, or minutes or even hours later Brian was finally inside him and Michael hadn’t even felt it happen.
Just felt so totally complete and happy and suddenly he realized that he wasn’t sweating he was crying and Justin was licking the tears from his face and Brian was silent and still and was gazing at him with wonder and some other emotion that on anybody else might have been love or maybe devotion.
He thrust against Brian, trying to remind him that there were still things to do, Brian had already come, so Brian could wait and tease and torment but Michael was sort of at the end of his rope and wanted at least as much as everyone else had gotten.
Brian blinked at him, his expression easing into something much more familiar, want, desire. Michael just hadn’t ever seen them directed in this capacity towards him and then Brian was moving, steady thrusts which Michael tried to meet but couldn’t because Justin kept distracting him.
Kissing him, stroking him. Christ now he knew why he’d never done a threesome before, besides the fact that he’d never been invited into one and really didn’t think he would trust anyone else with the power that he was allowing Brian and Justin, it was to overwhelming. He wanted to concentrate on Brian, because hello Brian was fucking him for the first time ever.
But Justin kept touching him and kissing him and he couldn’t keep track of Brian’s rough movements and Justin’s soft ones at the same time and anybody that could was a damn better man than him.
And quite possibly not fucking human.
He came yelling into Justin’s mouth, body arching up and forcing Brian deeper and then Brian was yelling and well then he passed out.
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TITLE: True Beginnings – Michael/Brian/Justin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
True Beginnings – Ch 1
Brian Kinney always had a plan. Sometimes it might seem to people who weren’t him that he didn’t, that he flew by the seat of his pants and to hell with the consequences. Which yeah he did, to a point. And then there was stuff that he just couldn’t plan for.
Mikey meeting Dr. David when Brian hadn’t been there to get rid of him. First laying eyes on Justin. Those were things that he hadn’t planned for.
Sometimes events just spiraled out of his control and then he was forced to react to those situations, modifying plans that he’d made and then moving forward.
Getting Michael to move back to the Pitts and getting rid of Dr. Dave without ever having to actually even say one word about feelings or emotions or any of that bullshit that Michael believed in had been one of his prouder accomplishments.
There’d been about a month where he’d thought he might have to go and actually drag Michael back to the Pitt’s with him. But then Mikey had returned sans Dr. Dave and he’d found out later that they’d broken up.
He was proud of himself for not cheering or turning cartwheels. He’d just snorted and told Michael that he didn’t need a relationship… which of course meant that Michael went right out and found Ben and Brian was right back where he started from.
Starting another seemingly endless battle for Michael’s affections with a guy that couldn’t ever understand him like Brian did.
He’d had plans for Michael for years, none of those plans had included the doc or Ben or the threat of him being exposed to some disease that would destroy him.
He’d had plans for Mikey that hadn’t included spending six months watching Mikey fade into a pale shadow of his former self as he cared for a sick Ben. If Ben hadn’t walked away, well Brian already knew he wasn’t a big enough man to not do something to force Ben to walk away.
Mikey was his and he refused to watch him kill himself over anyone that wasn’t Brian. Or Vic. Or Deb. And quite possibly Justin because there was some bond there that he never claimed to understand.
But those were the only people that Brian might have stood by and let Michael waste away caring for.
The conversation he’d had with Michael when Ben had first fell ill, the one about cutting himself off from the source of his pain, had left Brian feeling like he was talking to an impenetrable wall. Michael refused to walk away, wouldn’t abandon Ben to suffer alone.
Sometimes Brian thought that Michael liked being in pain.
He knew he didn’t. Knew that Michael loathed it.
Brian had been making quietly making his own plans, throwing out ideas to no one but himself; some quiet home for Ben to waste away in, family members to swoop in and take over his care, something to alleviate the pressure that Michael felt to do it all himself. And then Ben had obliterated them all by announcing that he was leaving… and that Michael wasn’t going with him.
To say that he’d been surprised would have been an understatement. And not many things surprised Brian anymore. And then Ben had dropped one more bombshell on him.
Right before he’d left he’d pulled Brian aside and made him promise that he would take care of Michael… like Brian would have said no or needed someone to ask him to do that, he’d been doing it for years and taking care of Michael was part of his job description, best friend, confidant, caregiver… and just like that Brian’s plans were back in action.
At least Brian hadn’t clapped him on his back and thanked him for stepping aside; he’d just nodded and said ‘I’ve been taking care of Mikey for years, but thank you for your permission to continue’.
Sarcasm optional.
Of course he didn’t think that Ben’s ‘make sure he eats and sleeps and doesn’t worry to much’, in any way, shape or form was subtext for ‘seduce Mikey at the first possible opportunity’.
But then Michael himself had put them on hold, being all heartbroken and breaking down when the wind blew in a certain way, or a song played, or the Kleenex commercial came on the TV.
He was such a girl sometimes.
So Brian had to put all his plans on hold, again, while Michael fixed himself. Because he sure as hell wouldn’t let anyone help him.
Not that Brian hadn’t tried, everyone had tried… but Michael wasn’t receptive, he was wallowing and none of the things they normally did to pull Mikey out of whatever funk he’d gotten himself into had worked.
Ironically the only person that seemed to get through that wall of misery that Michael had erected around himself was Justin. The two men worked on Rage almost constantly and if Brian had been anyone else he might have been jealous.
Of which one he could never be sure. Justin didn’t see anyone but him, not anymore. And Michael had been in love with him for so many years that Brian thought that he might not know how to not be in love with him.
The fact that it was Rage that bound the two men together tighter than he ever could have, never ceased to amuse him. Because he was Rage and Rage was him. So even if he wasn’t there when they were working on the comic… well he was there when they were working on the comic.
But all of that had brought up the Justin issue. What to do about Justin. He cared about Justin.
In some way he was sure that he loved him, just like he loved Mikey. And some people might call him selfish but he wasn’t giving either of them up. He wanted both Michael and Justin and they were just going to have to deal with each other.
Of course then he’d had to suppress the tiny bit of anger that he’d felt when he realized that Justin was in some bizarre way attracted to Michael.
He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t see Justin practically drooling as he watched Michael chew on the end of a straw.
It was okay for him to want both men, but for those same men to want each other in return? It had taken days of snappish behavior before he realized that this might actually be a good thing. That it would be easier if everyone wanted each other. Plus you know, added bonus of Michael and Justin not fighting… not that they’d been doing much fighting lately.
He didn’t think that Justin had even realized that he wanted Michael, he knew for a fact that Michael didn’t realize it.
So then he’d rearranged all his plans to include all three of them, it took him a while to figure out something that didn’t seem like it had come directly from some porn movie and finally he’d just decided to get everybody drunk and just let things play out.
The plan as it stood was simple and easy, and would be harder then hell to screw up. He would of course take the lead, it was what he did. He led and Justin and Michael followed.
It was a plain, ordinary Wednesday when he decided that enough time had passed and that it was time to put his plan into action.
Justin wondered if it was too late to call Michael and cancel. He probably would have if Brian hadn’t hidden the phone on him again, as if he’d known that would be the first thing that Justin thought of.
Watching Brian walk around the loft in too tight jeans, the top button unfastened and no shirt, his whole body emanating a heat that meant both that he was totally up to something and that the chance of Justin and Michael getting anything productive done was virtually non-existent, and actually getting smaller and smaller as Brian pulled out alcohol and muttered to himself.
Brian was quite obviously settling in for the long haul and was not going out as was the norm.
And then there was that look on his face, the one that meant that somebody was going to get fucked and fucked hard. His body practically tingled with anticipation.
But with Michael mere minutes from arriving Justin knew that nothing was going to happen.
Of course that still didn’t explain why Brian was pulling out all the alcohol that they owned (which was a lot more than he’d thought they’d owned, where the hell did Brian hide it all). Were they having a party and Brian had forgotten to tell him?
“Are we having a party?” he finally just asked, because there was no way that Brian thought that the three of them could drink all of that. Not without a visit to the hospital for some alcohol poisoning by at least one of them. He crossed his arms over his chest and assumed his best ‘give me a straight answer and don’t fuck with me Kinney’ look for good measure. Both he and Michael had learned it directly from Debbie, most of the time it only worked coming from her but sometimes…
“No.” Justin waited but it seemed as if no more information would be forthcoming. Brian was going to be difficult.
“Aren’t you going out?” he made a show of glancing down at his watch, “Michael’ll be here in about ten minutes.”
“Does it look like I’m going out?” Brian looked at him like he was a little slow on the uptake, posing against the countertop and damn he wanted to lick that chest, Brian’s fingers tapped against the counter top as if he had no clue what Justin was thinking about.
“Well no,” Justin conceded. “It’s just… we’re working on Rage tonight.”
“You normally do,” Brian glanced at the counter and then pushed his hands into his pockets, pulling out a small packet.
Drugs, Brian had made a stop by Anita’s earlier it seemed. Or he had a stash that Justin didn’t know about.
But that packet meant that the chances of Michael and him getting anything done had just taken a header right out the window.
“You’re up to something,” Justin decided, and wondered what it was. Brian of course chose not to enlighten him. He didn’t make any response at all, just arched a brow at him and dropped the packet on the counter, straightened the bottles so they were all lined evenly on the counter by size and then moved to get glasses from the cabinet over the sink.
Justin wondered if he should mention the fact that Brian was running around half-naked but bit his tongue instead. He was enjoying the view to much; he just watched Brian bustle around and started slightly when he heard the buzzer.
Brian smirked at him and then beat him by two steps and an arm length to the door.
A shove and it was open and Michael jumped slightly, looking between the two of them in confusion. Probably wondering why they were both rushing to the door to meet him.
“Mikey,” Brian pulled him inside, a quick hug and a soft kiss on the lips before he handed him off to Justin and closed the door behind them. Locking it.
“Is something going on?” Michael asked shrugging off his coat, one eye warily watching Brian’s progress to the counter where Brian had set up his impromptu bar. Brian of course did not answer.
“It’s going to be a really long fucking night,” Justin muttered under and Michael grunted his agreement.
Brian poured three glasses, shook pills out of the packet and was back to them before Michael had settled himself on the floor and began unpacking his stuff.
“Um…” Michael glanced at the glass that Brian had shoved into his hand, looking up curiously when Brian ran a thumb over his lips. His lips parted slightly and Brian smirked, leaning forward to press their lips together. Justin watched with narrowed eyes, just knowing that on the tip of Brian’s tongue was a pill and it was making a transfer from Brian’s mouth to Michael’s.
He’d seen it a hundred times and he still didn’t understand the procedure, Brian didn’t do the same thing with him, just handed him the pill and waited for him to swallow it. Maybe it was his way of making sure Michael actually took it?
A glazed look in Michael’s eyes when Brian drew back and Justin grinned, he couldn’t help himself because Brian was a fantastic kisser; everything he felt that he couldn’t say he put into his kisses. Finally Michael shook his head, cleared his throat, his eyes wandering to Justin an apologetic look on his face.
Obviously Michael didn’t have any clue what was going on in Brian’s head either, which was kind of a relief because Michael could normally read Brian from a mile away. He cleared his throat again and Justin knew that the pill had been swallowed. “Right… we were just going to…”
“Drink up Mikey,” Brian nodded towards the glass in his hand and ruffled his hair as he turned his attention to Justin. A glass seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
A soft rub of fingers over his lips and Justin opened his mouth obediently. Dry swallowing the pill once it was dropped on his tongue. If Michael had taken it and Brian had taken it well he sure as hell wasn’t going to be the only sober one in the room.
Michael had absolutely no clue what the hell was going on.
Of course neither did Justin, he felt like a horrible person for the tiny sense of glee that gave him. At least Justin hadn’t replaced him that totally yet. The only person in the room that seemed to know what was happening was Brian and he sure as hell wasn’t talking. He was lounging on the couch as if holding court, watching them with indulgent eyes. He’d long since moved the bottles from the counter in the kitchen to right beside him on the floor, as soon as Justin or Michael emptied their glass he was right there filling it.
He was like some psychotic bartender who was doing his damnedest to get them drunk.
Michael was about two drinks away from telling him that he was pretty sure he was drunk, and maybe stoned. He was giggling with Justin after all, poking him in the side and stomach as they worked.
And there was some sort of… something in the air. Something indescribable. He didn’t know if it was the drugs or what but every time he touched Brian or Brian touched him or Justin even it was like sparks flew between them.
There’d been a brief moment where he’d thought that he was picking up on the sexual energy between Brian and Justin but then Justin had touched him and he’d known it wasn’t that.
He’d thought of Brian in a sexual nature since he was fourteen years old. In his dreams they’d been lovers for as long.
He’d never in a million years thought of Justin that way, but if he didn’t stop drinking through that damn straw that Brian had found for him Michael was going to have to do something desperate.
It was the drugs he decided. Had to be the drugs. What the hell had Brian given them? E? Because that was so very low, especially since Brian didn’t think of him like that. He never had, never would.
It was very disconcerting and maybe he should have followed his first instinct and cancelled on Justin, he’d felt weak and emotional all day. He could have sat in his apartment alone, maybe bought another fish to replace the one that he’d killed. Or maybe he should start small this time… buy a plant and work his way up to actually living, breathing animals.
Or maybe he was just going insane.
Brian and he had a very touchy feely relationship, they were best friends and gay men to boot and they liked touching each other. Michael didn’t know what he’d do the day that Brian stopped touching him.
He’d probably go insane
He really, truly hoped it was just the drugs making Brian sparkle and Justin glitter and it all seem like this was going to mean something later. He glanced discreetly at his watch. Another hour before they’d actually even start considering letting him leave.
He flipped idly through the sketches as Brian leaned forward to murmur something low in Justin’s ear. Justin laughed and something within Michael clenched… he swore silently, because that sure as hell was not desire tingling at the base of his spine. It couldn’t be because that was just nuts. This was Justin not Brian and only Brian could make him hard with a laugh or a grin or that smirk that drove him nuts to boot… Michael decided that he was cutting himself off, he was clearly losing his mind with all the alcohol and the drugs and that was just unacceptable.
Decision made he licked his finger, flipped another page and heard Justin draw a deep breath. He tried to ignore it but couldn’t help himself from glancing over out of the corner of his eye to see what Brian was doing that had elicited that response.
Only to find that Brian had moved back to lounging behind them, on the floor this time not the couch and Justin was watching him with dark eyes that promised all sorts of carnal delights and Michael licked his suddenly really dry lips. Because what the hell? Justin didn’t even really like him let alone want him. And besides there was still Brian.
And Brian was right there.
He turned his head and his eyes met Justin’s, a silent challenge that he really, honestly didn’t think that Justin would take him up on.
Because Brian… was still right there.
And then Justin kissed him. Closing the short distance between them before Michael even had a chance to voice the protest that he was sure was forthcoming.
He thought.
It took a second to relax into the kiss, the shock of it being Justin licking and nipping at his lips being overrun by the fact that Justin was damn talented at it. He half expected Brian to slap him upside the head or pull Justin away sharply, Brian shared a lot of things with Michael, his body and Justin were not on that list of things.
But Brian remained a motionless entity behind them and Justin was actually pulling him closer, tighter, arms wrapping tightly around him as he tried to pull Michael into his skin. The moan he’d been trying to hold back escaped and Justin delved into his mouth. Sealing their lips together and Michael wondered when he’d slipped into some alternate dimension where Justin wanted him and Brian wanted him.
This was Justin as Brian had trained him, because Justin had not had much in the way of any sexual experience prior to Brian fucking him but he’d obviously picked up some of Brian’s tricks since then.
That half lick, suck thing was something that Brian did.
He wondered when Brian was going to stop this.
Because from the look of things Justin was settling in for the long haul, his kiss was dominating, punishing, something that Michael would never have expected from the twink that Brian fucked on a regular basis. Brian didn’t stand for someone else being in control when he could be.
He realized suddenly that he’d totally forgotten about Brian when his one hand left the floor and tried to pull Justin closer and just as suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his lower back, his body moving forward, closing the miniscule amount of space that had still been present between them. Then soft familiar lips were pressing an open mouth kiss to the back of his neck and he shuddered.
Brian.
He’d know Brian’s touch if he was deaf and blind and he’d never before forgotten about Brian when Brian was present. If Brian was with him he was always sort of half-aware of what he was doing and who he was doing.
Because Brian was the center of his world, his universe. Brian was his life most of the time.
“Mikey,” Brian murmured his name softly, the unspoken words, unspoken desire hitting him somewhere low in his stomach. Justin drew away slowly and Michael closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the desire flare between them and if he just kept his eyes closed he’d feel them move away to amuse themselves with each other and he could pack up his stuff and go back to his lonely, quiet apartment.
He’d buy a hamster on the way.
He waited for Brian to move, waited for Justin to release him. Instead Brian stood pulling Michael to his feet, Justin following since he was still seemingly attached to Michael.
Brian turned Michael’s head with a gentle hand, a brush of his fingers over his closed eyes forced them to open, to see him and Brian smirked as he bent to kiss him gently. A hint of a promise and when Brian backed away Michael licked at his lips. Desperate to remember Brian’s taste when he wanted him. Because there was no telling when or how badly this was going to end.
Brian gripped his hand tightly; one hand resting on Justin’s hip as he began propelling them toward the bedroom. He squeezed the hand that clenched at his, a purely reflexive move on Michael’s part, to tell Brian that he was still there, that he’d still be there and Brian’s grip relaxed, but didn’t let go. Like he thought Michael would run screaming into the night if he did let go.
He wondered when exactly his life had become an episode of the twilight zone, or if he’d been set up for Candid Camera.
The bedroom was exactly the way that Michael always remembered it, although he couldn’t say he’d remembered there being candles… ever. A look at Justin showed shock on his face as well; obviously whatever was happening had been at least partially planned by Brian.
Then suddenly Brian was right in front of him, naked already and Michael wondered when that had happened. He’d only been distracted by the candles for a few seconds he thought, although Brian could get people out of their clothes by just breathing. Obviously it worked on himself as well.
And then Brian turned on him. Hand on his hips as he pulled him close and into a kiss, Michael was breathless with the anticipation. Something was happening here. Something real and he didn’t think that Brian was as drunk as he and Justin were.
Fingers trailed up his chest and sides, pulling his t-shirt up with them and then tossing it somewhere away. A last biting kiss and Brian was on his knees before him and Michael didn’t think that many people got to see Brian in this position, on their knees before them.
Brian didn’t seem to mind it and Michael couldn’t find the breath to make words as Brian licked his way down Michael’s stomach, the snap and zipper of his jeans easily taken care of and suddenly Brian was tugging them down his hips, his legs. Lifting Michael’s legs one at a time to remove them and his socks.
Michael was no help, his legs felt like they were made of stone. With eyes that he knew were filled with wonder Michael touched his hair softly, drawing his fingers through memorized softness.
This was obviously a really fantastic dream and he’d fallen asleep when he hadn’t been paying attention.
A soft mouth sucked on his hip as Brian moved back up his body. Coming gracefully to his feet even as he pulled Michael close to him.
“Mikey,” Brian muttered holding him tightly. It always surprised him how much he wanted Brian. And he made a move to step back, he was hard and naked and Brian didn’t need to know that even though he could see and it was his fault.
Brian didn’t let him move, instead his hand traveled between their bodies and touched Michael more intimately then he’d ever touched him before. Stroking his hard cock before releasing it, smirking at Michael’s groan.
Brian turned him towards the bed, arms wrapping in a loose embrace around him. “Look at him Mikey,” he breathed against his ear, pausing long enough to lick his neck. Chin on his shoulder Michael realized that Brian was not as unaffected by him as Michael had assumed. He was hard against him, grinding slowly against Michael’s ass.
He wondered if this was going to end in pain or misery.
Brian moved with him onto the bed, Michael hovering on one side of Justin, Brian on the other. A soft kiss and Michael swore that he could feel the desire that was pulsating from Brian to him to Justin and back again. A continuous loop, between the three of them. Because Brian hadn’t sent him away and Justin hadn’t pushed him away.
“He’s still dressed Mikey…” Brian smirked against his lips and Michael’s tongue darted out under its own volition to lick at them. “We should do something about that.”
Brian’s hand touched his own, guiding it with a steadiness that Michael in no way felt down to Justin’s stomach. Justin arched up into the slight touch.
“Please…” a desperate moan from Justin and Michael grinned, the action mirrored by Brian before they went to work.
He really hoped that Justin hadn’t been sentimentally attached to the t-shirt that Michael wasn’t sure but thought that Brian might have tore from his body.
For his part Michael after a few fumbling starts, because his fingers felt thick and numb managed to get Justin’s jeans unbuttoned and down, throwing them… somewhere. Looking up just in time to see Brian’s mouth owning Justin’s in a way that he hadn’t been privy to before.
He stroked his hands down Justin’s legs, his grin returning full force when Justin shivered against him. He’d never wanted to touch Justin before, had never wanted to see what else would make Justin shiver and moan.
But he certainly wanted to now.
He moved to Justin’s side, allowing Brian to settle between Justin’s thighs. Stroking the baby soft skin of Justin’s side, one hand gliding over nipples, and back down his arms.
A high groan, a writhe and some muttered version of Brian’s name that he’d never heard before had him glancing down to where it seemed Brian almost certainly had at the very least fingers of one hand inside Justin, his other was smoothing a condom and lube over his own hard cock and Michael licked his lips.
Maybe after they were done he’d get to at least lick and suck Brian.
Justin’s legs went over Brian’s shoulders with no urging and with a jerk of his hips Brian slid home. Halting his movements only momentarily, his eyes meeting Michael’s before they locked onto Justin’s.
He watched them move together, watched Justin writhe and moan and Brian pant out words that he couldn’t decipher. He really shouldn’t be here watching this he decided, it didn’t matter that Brian had stripped him himself or that Justin had kissed him first, he felt like he was intruding on the most private of moments. From the way that Brian was staring down at Justin he just knew that words of love, words that Brian swore he didn’t believe in were going to be uttered and if he was still there to hear it he knew it would destroy him.
He rested his hands on his knees, backing in inches across the bed. They were really very beautiful together.
Justin’s hand flew out suddenly, stopping his halting progress to leave and instead pulling him back across the bed, down to his lips. “Michael,” was gasped against his mouth and then Justin was kissing him, tongues tangling together as Justin held his hand like a lifeline.
He drew away just enough to look down at him; Justin’s eyes were almost black in his desire, his pupils dilated and unfocused but he knew who Michael was at least so there was that. Eyes still on Justin’s he moved down his body, allowing Justin to hold the one hand while he used the other to stroke his way with a whisper of a touch down his stomach. Licking the smooth skin, tongue darting out to taste the sweat. Justin’s other hand came up to touch his hair as Michael came to stop, his eyes leaving Justin’s to eye the cock that was hard and leaking. Michael was surprised that he hadn’t come already. Brian had obviously trained him well.
He smiled as he moved just slightly, Brian gasping above him one of the hands that Brian had been using to hold Justin’s leg in place on his shoulders left to touch Michael’s head. His fingers linking with Justin’s as Michael licked the very tip of Justin.
Justin stiffened and groaned in response, his whole body rigid under him. Michael smiled even as his lips parted and he sucked him into his mouth. Tongue licking roughly on the upstroke and then humming on the down stroke, and then he repeated it again and again.
And maybe that was what Justin had been waiting for, what Brian had been waiting for.
Because almost mere seconds after Michael wrapped around him Justin came, Brian following about a second after that.
He couldn’t help himself, he smirked. Because well, he didn’t think he’d ever had a lover… or lovers that had come so quickly. He was damn proud of himself. Even if he hadn’t come yet.
Kissing Justin’s stomach and rolling to the side. Brian and Justin collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and lips, and Michael stroked himself as he watched them do what in any other bedroom could be considered cuddling but since this was Brian’s, well at least he didn’t voice that sentiment out loud.
He groaned, because the pretty picture that the two of them made… it wouldn’t take long at all and he quickened his strokes desperate as he strove for that release that the other two had already found.
Except Brian’s hand caught his, halting his movements and his protest died in his throat as his best friend rolled him onto his back, rocking against him stopping him mere moments before he came.
He made a muffled noise that would have expressed his frustration if Brian’s lips hadn’t sealed on his, tongue coming into play and there were a lot of things that Michael loved about Brian, his tongue was one of them. His body and his soul and the heart that he hid from everybody but him and ma and Justin and Gus and sometimes Lindsay were the others.
He wrapped his legs and arms around Brian. Holding him tightly, wondering again for a brief second what the hell Brian had given them.
It had to have been some serious shit because Michael under normal conditions and in control of his faculties, would have not, he was pretty sure, agreed to a threesome with Brian and Justin.
Brian was already hard against him again and Michael moaned low in his throat. Because all those guys that had been here before him, the ones that he hated and despised to the very core of his being, well they hadn’t been lying, Brian’s recovery time was amazing.
It was like he was fourteen again.
“Brian,” he managed to gasp, against Brian’s open wet mouth because he wouldn’t let him go. He could feel Justin’s hands on his hip, lips nuzzling at his shoulder. Alternating between his and Brian’s? He wasn’t sure because Brian wouldn’t let him go long enough for him to look and see.
“I want to fuck you Mikey, let me fuck you…” Brian punctuated his words with a hard thrust against him and Michael knew that his life was never going to be the same again.
“Oh god…” barely moaned, barely breathed, and actually he wasn’t even sure that he’d said anything. He thought he had but… And Brian was drawing back lube already in his hand, Justin himself handed the condom over as Brian twisted fingers inside him, touching he was sure his heart and soul along with his prostrate and every other muscle group.
Justin distracted him with a talented mouth and seconds, or minutes or even hours later Brian was finally inside him and Michael hadn’t even felt it happen.
Just felt so totally complete and happy and suddenly he realized that he wasn’t sweating he was crying and Justin was licking the tears from his face and Brian was silent and still and was gazing at him with wonder and some other emotion that on anybody else might have been love or maybe devotion.
He thrust against Brian, trying to remind him that there were still things to do, Brian had already come, so Brian could wait and tease and torment but Michael was sort of at the end of his rope and wanted at least as much as everyone else had gotten.
Brian blinked at him, his expression easing into something much more familiar, want, desire. Michael just hadn’t ever seen them directed in this capacity towards him and then Brian was moving, steady thrusts which Michael tried to meet but couldn’t because Justin kept distracting him.
Kissing him, stroking him. Christ now he knew why he’d never done a threesome before, besides the fact that he’d never been invited into one and really didn’t think he would trust anyone else with the power that he was allowing Brian and Justin, it was to overwhelming. He wanted to concentrate on Brian, because hello Brian was fucking him for the first time ever.
But Justin kept touching him and kissing him and he couldn’t keep track of Brian’s rough movements and Justin’s soft ones at the same time and anybody that could was a damn better man than him.
And quite possibly not fucking human.
He came yelling into Justin’s mouth, body arching up and forcing Brian deeper and then Brian was yelling and well then he passed out.