FIC: True Beginnings - Ch 2 - Michael/Brian/Justin

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The morning after the night before…


TITLE: True Beginnings – Michael/Brian/Justin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.





True Beginnings – Ch 2



When Brian woke he was unsurprised to find himself alone. He’d hoped he wouldn’t, he’d hoped to wake up at least still entwined with Michael (since Justin had early classes on Thursday) but deep down he knew Michael well enough that he’d kind of figured that Michael would bolt at the first possible opportunity.

He probably should have gone with his first instinct after all and handcuffed Michael to the bed. See him try and get out of that. But he’d thought handcuffs to kinky for his first time with Mikey.

He determinedly did not think about that fact that while he’d decided handcuffs to kinky that he hadn’t thought the same thing about having a threesome.

He’d hoped that after the night that they’d had that Michael would be to worn out to run, but it seemed that Mikey was never too tired to run. Brian, on the other hand, was certainly too tired to chase him down right now.

After a shower and about four cups of coffee he would. There was only so far that Michael could go after all.

And he had a plan, giving Michael any more time than was absolutely necessary for Brian’s recovery from the night before wasn’t part of that.

If he gave Michael too much alone time he knew that Michael would manage to talk himself out of what he knew that he wanted. What he deserved.

Mikey had been a good boy this year.

Tossing aside covers he stretched idly, scratching at his stomach. His body ached in that most pleasurable way, the one that told him that the night before had been no dream and had in fact happened.

If he’d had any question of that he just had to look at the garbage can by the bed. Condoms, all tied off and in a nice large pile. He was kind of impressed.

Michael and Justin together obviously brought the best out in him.

Brian smirked. Justin was always a treat… but watching Michael come had been one of the highlights of his night, watching him writhe on his fingers and beg Brian to fuck him and then passing out.

Yeah life didn’t get much better than having that image of Michael ingrained into his mind.

Debbie was going to kill him when she found out of course, Mel might help her and Lindsay would watch, cheering from the sidelines. They would never believe that he cared about Mikey and Justin and never wanted to hurt either one of them.

They’d never believe that Michael’s place was with him and Justin now.

He stood, arms over his head as he twisted. Trying to work out the worst of the kinks, knowing that the shower would get the rest of them.

He really wished that Mikey hadn’t bolted. He’d seen him wet before and there was a very good reason that Studs n’ Suds was one of his favorite events. It was the only time that he got to watch Michael frolic around in a tight wet t-shirt and jeans. He bet that he looked even better wet when he was naked.

His phone ringing as he was walking to the bathroom startled him, he’d had an image of Michael in a wet t-shirt, smiling with desire glittering in his eyes and now it was gone.

“What?” he barked into the phone.

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning,” Justin’s voice was grinning at him, possibly even laughing.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” he reached into the shower, turning the water on, testing the temperature before he let the door close and stared at himself in the mirror over the sink.

He fingered the bites on his chest, love bites, smirking at his image… were they from Mikey or Justin? He couldn’t really remember, not that it mattered.

“I’m on break,” Justin said reasonably.

“Don’t you have homework or something you could be doing?”

“No… I just wanted to tell you that I was going to see Michael when my next class is done.”

“Why?” Brian asked, eyes narrowing at his reflection. He had no problem with Michael and Justin being together when he was there to supervise but there was no way that they were going to be alone together without him. He couldn’t control them and what they did when they were alone together.

“Why do you think?” Justin snorted.

“Sunshine…” Brian started his tone filled with warning and maybe a little bit of jealousy, although he didn’t have much experience with the latter.

Not that he would admit to anyway.

And why exactly did he want to keep Justin and Michael apart? Michael hadn’t been averse to fucking Justin and Justin hadn’t been averse to Michael fucking him.

So what exactly was Brian warning Justin off for. He didn’t even know.

To stay away from Michael? He knew that wouldn’t happen… after the previous night Justin had just as much right to Michael as Brian did.

To not do anything stupid that would scare Michael even further away? He didn’t think that Justin had any intention of driving Michael away. But he didn’t want them thinking they could do this without him either.

“I just want to make sure he’s okay,” Justin’s voice was laughing at him, he didn’t like that. “I don’t think he was prepared for… you know having sex with both of us.”

“He didn’t say no,” Brian muttered.

“Because he was waiting for you to,” Justin stated in a manner that indicated that he thought that Brian should have thought of that already.

Brian rolled his eyes, realized that Justin couldn’t see that and kept quiet.

Justin was silent on the other end of the phone and Brian wondered for a half a second if he had hung up.

“He’s ours now… right?” Justin asked tentatively. “I mean… you wouldn’t have fucked him if we weren’t going to keep him right?”

“He’s not a pet Justin.”

“No, he’s your best friend, and I’m bringing him home with me. You should probably change the sheets and order in,” Justin stated decisively, Brian could almost hear his smirk through the phone line before the little shit hung up on him.

Brian stared at the phone. So he was expected to be the maid today? Cleaning, cooking… what if he’d had plans?

He dropped the phone on the counter by the sink frowned at his reflection and then sighed the sigh of the long suffering.

“I’m taking a shower first,” he muttered to his reflection. “And I’m pretty sure I don’t have any clean sheets.”


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Justin stood in the door of Michael’s office, watching the older man bang with quick precise movements on the keyboard for his computer.

He looked good enough to eat. And if Brian hadn’t called his voice mail when he’d been in class telling him no uncertain terms to be good and not seduce Michael in the store he might have actually done so.

Brian knew him to damn well sometimes it seemed.

He cleared his throat, Michael’s head flying up as he realized that he wasn’t alone any longer. A flicker of fear, desire, then fear again passed quickly over his expressive face.

“Justin,” he nodded, Justin heard the slight tremor in his voice and frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“Sketches,” he held up the pad he grasped in one hand. His excuse for making the trip. No one would think it weird that he came to see Michael to discuss sketches for Rage. They could even close the door, maybe make out a little bit.

Making out wouldn’t break Brian’s new ‘no seducing Michael’ rule.

He stepped into the office, closing the door behind him. Nothing to see here folks, just discussing top secret plans for the next issue of Rage.

He almost grinned at the look of confusion on Michael’s face.

“I could have picked them up next time,” Michael said, he rested his arms on the desk and didn’t move. Even when Justin perched on the desk next to him.

When he’d left Brian’s that morning he’d dressed in his tightest jeans, a t-shirt that had been washed maybe four times to many and was worn and form-fitting. He’d gone tricking in this outfit before.

Daphne had stared at him when she’d first saw him. Probably wondering why he was wearing it to school. He’d just grinned at her and mumbled something about dirty laundry.

He and Brian both were known for leaving it to the last possible moment, Brian especially. He hated his washer and dryer, hadn’t even known he’d had them until Justin had moved in the first time. When Justin had asked him about them he’d just said something about dry cleaning everything. Justin half thought that Debbie came over once a week to do the clothes that couldn’t be dry-cleaned, he’d never caught her but every so often he’d find stacks of underwear and socks in drawers that earlier had been empty.

Either that or the loft had a really picky, laundry doing ghost.

“I was in the neighborhood,” Justin smiled; he dropped the pad in front of Michael and leaned forward. Ignoring Michael’s attempts to shrug him off he pulled the collar of his t-shirt aside. Grinning when he saw the bruise. That was one of his; he remembered making it after Michael had passed out.

He was gratified to feel Michael tremble when he pressed his lips to it, not everything last night could be blamed on the alcohol. It might have lowered their inhibitions allowing them the opportunity to explore each other but it hadn’t manufactured things that weren’t there.

He licked it lightly with his tongue, felt one of Michael’s hands come up to touch the side of his face. Waited for him to push him away.

Half of him thought that Michael might not be ready for this; it had only been a few months since Ben had torn out his heart and left him. But he also knew that Brian wouldn’t have allowed them to start this if he didn’t think that Michael was ready for it.

“What are you doing?” Michael’s voice was breathless, his hand remaining heavy against Justin’s cheek. His thumb almost absentmindedly caressing the line of his jaw.

Justin wondered why he hadn’t been pushed away yet. If he’d been Michael he probably would have done that… instead his neck was arching allowing Justin better access to his mark.

“I’m just playing,” Justin murmured against his skin. Michael shivered again.

“Brian said that we couldn’t do anything without him,” Michael mumbled.

Justin grinned.

“Brian called?”

“Came by,” Michael flushed, Justin’s grin widened. He just knew that Brian had totally thrown Michael for a loop, had probably done the exact opposite of whatever Michael had anticipated.

Because despite what Michael may think, Brian wasn’t ready to let Michael go and Justin personally didn’t think he’d ever be ready to let Michael go.

Michael, like Justin was a constant in Brian’s life. Someone who loved him and wanted him regardless of how much he screwed up. Brian wouldn’t risk his friendship with Michael unless he thought they were in this for the long haul.

Besides the fact that Brian, was the master at playing Michael, knew all the right buttons to push, he wondered how long it would take him to learn those same buttons.

“He should have stayed,” Justin drew back to look down at Michael. Michael’s hand still touching his face, gently.

“This is insane,” Michael stated staring into his eyes.

“Maybe,” Justin nodded leaning closer and closer until their lips were just a hairsbreadth apart. He could feel the puff of air as Michael exhaled and licked his lips in anticipation. “Maybe not.”


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Making out with Justin could quite possibly shoot right to the top of his top ten list of things to do on a daily basis.

Right after getting fucked by Brian.

His lips were soft and commanding, and Michael sighed against them. Brian had said no fucking, he’d not said anything about not making out.

Justin shifted himself on the desk, shoving papers aside blindly, not releasing Michael’s mouth in order to see where they were going. Settling right in front of him, legs dangling on either side of the arms of Michael’s chair.

If the chair had been sturdier Michael might have pulled him into his lap so he could feel proof of Justin’s desire for him. So Justin could feel proof of his.

This was some sort of weird fucking alternate universe they’d been sucked into Michael was sure. One where he wanted Justin and Justin wanted him. One where Brian wanted him after seventeen years of saying he didn’t.

He nipped at Justin’s lip, doing it again when Justin moaned.

Hands on either side of the younger males face to hold him still as Michael took control of the kiss. Justin groaned, wriggling around on the desk until he fell off of it and into Michael’s lap. The chair collapsing under them about a millisecond later.

Michael groaned as Justin laughed against his mouth. He’d been lucky to not bite Justin’s tongue off and now Justin was sprawled against him in the floor, parts of the chair digging into his back and butt.

This was not comfortable, he shifted slightly so they were no longer lying on the ruined chair, Justin grinning as the movement caused their bodies to meet and there was no hiding how Justin was affecting him, or how he was affecting Justin.

“Did Brian sabotage the chair?” he mumbled against Michael’s lips.

“Old… need a new one,” Michael returned.

They stilled at the knock on the door. Vic’s voice calling through the wood before the door knob jiggled warning them of his imminent entry.

“I locked it,” Justin licked his lips, grinding himself against Michael, smirking in response when Michael gasped, body arching up into him.

“Michael, Justin? Are you guys okay?” Vic’s voice was worried. Probably scared that whatever cease fire had been declared when Ben had left had been lifted and that they were now killing each other.

Michael drew a deep breath, hands flying to Justin’s hips to hold him still. He couldn’t think when Justin was writhing against him like a cat in heat.

“Chair collapsed,” he yelled out after a second, he knew his voice sounded breathless, he probably squeaked when Justin bit his neck in retaliation for not being able to move any longer.

“I told you to get another one, that things a piece of shit, you’re lucky that you haven’t killed yourself sitting in it,” Vic yelled back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Michael answered shortly. Justin was still hard against him, prominently displayed in his tight blue jeans and Michael wished that he hadn’t promised Brian that nothing would happen before the three of them sat down at the loft to talk about everything.

He still wasn’t quite sure what was going on, what had happened. Brian, when he’d shown up had locked the door like Justin had and had him backed against that very same door in thirty seconds flat. Michael had been trying to wrap his legs around Brian’s hips when Brian had stopped kissing him and looked seriously into his eyes.

“Don’t let Justin seduce you,” he’d said a serious tone in his voice.

“What?” Michael had eyed him with a curious look in his eyes. “Justin won’t try to do that.”

“You don’t know sunshine like I do, don’t let him seduce you,” Brian had leaned forward them, soft kiss to his nose, one each over his closed eyes. “I want to be there when he does.”

Michael’s eyes had snapped open even as Brian had claimed his lips again. Grinding him into the door… talk about changing the subject Michael had thought insanely, then wondered if Brian emitted some sort of sex thing that pulled people to him and told them to strip and spread them.

Because Michael was ready and willing to do it right then.

“You haven’t killed Justin have you?” Vic asked suspiciously drawing his attention back to the now. Justin was smiling down at him, a smile that Michael returned after a second.

He still wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Maybe Brian and Justin had been replaced with pod people that thrived on sex?

“I’m fine Vic,” Justin called. “Michael wouldn’t kill me; we haven’t finished the next issue of Rage yet.”

They heard Vic laugh and then his steps as he walked away, Justin leaning down to lick Michael’s jawline.

“You left early this morning,” Justin commented. “You were gone even before I got up for class and I have early ones.”

“You guys were sleeping…” Michael’s finger clenched reflexively against the skin of Justin’s hips. He had a feeling that he was leaving bruises.

“You were running away from us,” Justin muttered with an arched brow, daring Michael to say he was wrong.

“It was for the best,” Michael said softly. And it had been, leaving before anyone else had woken, it saved them from the awkward ‘what the hell did we do last night’ conversation. He’d had it before; he didn’t want to have it with Brian, especially not with Justin listening in.

“No it wasn’t,” Justin shook his head; he rested comfortably against Michael, his chin on his chest as he stared at him. “Brian wants you…” his hand flew up to cover Michael’s cutting off his statement to negate that. “And in case you’ve missed it…” he grinned impishly, hips pressing down against Michael’s, “I want you to.”

“It’s an aberration,” Michael managed, his voice muffled since Justin’s hand still covered his mouth and he wondered if Justin could even understand him. “One night stand, you know Brian’s MO.”

“No it’s just time, and do you really think that Brian is going to risk his friendship with you and what he has with me for a one night stand.”

“He was drunk and the drugs,” Michael protested weakly.

“I think that of all of us, Brian was the most sober in that room. He knew exactly what he was doing, he had to have done it on purpose,” Justin grinned. “We should punish him for that tonight.”

Michael grinned back; he didn’t know if Justin was right, most of his self-preservation instincts insisted that he was wrong. But if he was right… oh the fun they could have.

“What did you have in mind?”


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