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Justin and Michael play with Brian.
TITLE: True Beginnings – Michael/Brian/Justin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Read the these first: Part 1 & Part 2
True Beginnings – Ch 3
He didn’t pace. And Brian decided that just because Michael and Justin had not yet arrived was not a reason to start.
They were making him wait. Probably angry about his declaration that they couldn’t seduce each other without him there to watch. Not that he thought that Michael would have done anything or started anything.
But Justin… Justin had learned at the knee of the master, himself, and Brian knew that his proclamation had most likely been met with Justin trying to figure out a way around it. Justin hated being told what he could or couldn’t do.
He was a lot like him in that way.
He’d busied himself with putting away all the liquor, ordering food that should be arriving soon, changed the sheets on the bed… and no he was not doing it because it was what Justin had said he should do, he was doing it because they needed to eat, they needed to talk and they needed sheets on the bed that didn’t look like a tiger had been let loose for when everything was figured out and they could drag Michael back in there.
Brian gave it about 45 minutes. Michael could eat really slowly when he wanted to.
Maybe they should save the food for a midnight snack, something to keep their strength up?
He couldn’t wait to see Michael splayed out on the crimson red sheets that Brian had placed on the bed. He’d looked beautiful on the black ones that had been on it the night before, but for some reason Brian thought that he might look even better on the red ones.
Arching and writhing, calling one or both of their names with that little gasp, moan thing that Brian decided he’d never get tired of, he adjusted himself, glanced at the clock on the microwave and scowled.
Enough was enough, he’d learned his lesson, no more proclamations, they were all equal members in this ‘thing’ that was going on. Even if it had been all his idea in the first place.
Maybe he should call and make sure they were ok? They could have been in an accident and no one had thought to call him yet.
The sound of the door opening caught his attention just as he reached the phone and his eyes flew to it. Justin, backpack slung over his shoulder looking every inch the college kid, albeit one dressed like a trick.
He tossed the phone down onto the couch, he hadn’t been worried, nothing at all to see here… his eyes flew back to the door that Justin was now closing, no Michael.
“Where’s Michael?” he asked before he could stop himself. And that was not worry in his voice. He didn’t do worry, not unless Michael had been left by his HIV positive lover, or Vic had been hospitalized, or Debbie had fallen over at work or Gus had gotten sick.
And that couldn’t be a smirk on Justin’s lips as he tossed his backpack on the sofa and shrugged of his coat.
“He’s meeting us at Babylon later,” Brian’s eyes narrowed because that was not the plan that Justin had proposed, Justin was going to bring Michael back to the loft… he’d ordered food and everything.
Not that he was going to tell Justin any of that. The food would be delivered; they’d heat it up later. By the time Brian got done with them they’d need the food to regain strength.
“I thought you were going to bring him home with you?” Brian ignored the smile that was shot at him for referring to the loft as home, instead choosing to concentrate on the body language that Justin was emitting.
Brian knew Justin well enough to know that he was totally up to something. And he didn’t like not knowing what it was. He was pretty sure from Michael’s absence that it was something that he wasn’t going to like.
Unless, somehow, it kept Michael in their bed instead of bolting from it at the first possible opportunity. Brian still thought handcuffs would work for that, but he didn’t want Michael to think that he was trapping him. He wanted Michael to stay of his own free will and he didn’t look too closely at that desire.
If whatever Justin was up to accomplished keeping Michael with them he’d be all for it, he just wasn’t sure how going out in public was going to get them that though. Since Ben had left Michael had a private face and a public face, and they were two vastly different expressions. The public face was the one that they’d all seen for so long, it was the face that had Debbie and Vic, Emmett and Ted and Lindsay all convinced that Michael was handling Ben’s leaving okay.
Only Justin, Melanie and himself had been privy to the private face. The one full of despair and unhappiness.
The one that had left him feeling more than once that he should have moved in with Michael to be on suicide watch, not that he thought Michael would do that. Michael was the strong one, always had been, always would be. That was their relationship; Brian knew he could be strong, but Michael had always bolstered that with his own quiet strength. As if he knew sometimes that Brian’s own strength sometimes needed a break and he needed someone to be strong for him. For someone to tell him that things would be okay, that everything would be alright, that Brian was someone worth something. Regardless of what his bastard father might have thought, regardless of what his stony faced mother had declared.
It was just that private face was so unhappy, mourning the happy ending that Michael had thought he was going to get with Ben, that had Brian thinking blasphemous thoughts that Michael might not be as strong as he’d always thought him to be.
And then there was Mel, he still didn’t like the fact that she’d been someone that Michael had let in. There was the child they were conceiving together of course, Mel in her fourth month of the second try. The first miscarriage had made them closer, the loss of a child they’d both wanted… he’d known it would draw them together, make them a unit. Because it was Michael and Michael didn’t do things half way. This baby was his and he was relishing every second of it, this opportunity to have a child when he’d never thought he get the chance.
But it wasn’t like they were a couple; it wasn’t like they would be raising the child together. It wasn’t like they were going to be family.
Except they were. He knew Michael well enough to know that he wouldn’t let go of his child as easily as he’d let go of Gus. He hadn’t been ready to be a father, but Michael… Michael was built to be a father. He was going to be there for everything, probably whether Melanie and Lindsay wanted it or not. They were just lucky he wasn’t moving in with them.
He’d been unhappy about Justin being let in to; Michael’s private face was something that only Brian was supposed to have access to, but to have Melanie there and Justin as well… well it had hurt.
Two other people being let in and allowed to see something that for so long had been his and his alone was a strange sensation and had succeeded in leaving him feeling like he was somehow being replaced.
He’d idly wondered if that was the way that Michael had felt about Justin, and then banished it because Justin was one of those other people. Obviously whatever issues Michael’d had with Justin had been resolved. He hadn’t been present for it but it had to have happened sometime.
It had only taken him a few weeks to realize that this might be a good thing; Michael had been so depressed that even with the three of them working together it had been a lot of work… if it had been just Brian; well he wasn’t sure if he could have handled it. The three of them though, Mel mothered, Justin listened and Brian was a quiet bolster of strength.
One who’d been stepping up his seduction plans because it was time dammit and he was tired of waiting for Michael to no longer be depressed and miserable.
“Michael wanted to go to Babylon…” and that was a smirk on Justin’s face. Brian’s eyes narrowed again.
“Michael wants to go to Babylon… why?”
“Maybe he wants to dance,” Justin shrugged as if he couldn’t think of any other reason why Michael would want to go there.
“And maybe you two are up to something.”
Justin smiled winningly as he walked towards him, hand drawing down his chest, lingering on the undone button of his jeans. “Maybe we are,” he leaned up, pressing lips sweetly to Brian’s own. Brian returned the kiss before pulling away. Hand caressing Justin’s jaw before gripping it tightly, forcing Justin to maintain eye contact.
“What are you two up to?”
Justin licked his lips, smirking again and Brian wished that was something that Justin had never learned how to do. “You have to come to Babylon to find out… you up for that?”
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Justin was ready to kill Brian. If they got to Babylon and Michael was already gone he was going to kill him. They were doing this for Brian’s own good, better for him to learn now that he and Michael would only be controlled as far as they wanted to be controlled then later when they had to hit him upside the head for being a domineering asshole.
He’d honestly never thought that Brian could pout before, or throw a tantrum but that was exactly what Brian had done. If he’d been two he would have been on the floor kicking and screaming.
Brian had dug his heels in and taken an hour to get ready, but at least he’d worn what Justin wanted him to wear. If Michael had done the same they’d be good… and Brian would be drooling within thirty seconds of laying eyes on him.
Justin should know, he’d helped Michael pick out the outfit with only minor balking by the other man a few weeks prior and he’d been the one drooling. Not that Michael had noticed, Michael hadn’t noticed a lot in that time. But it had been one of their bonding moments; they didn’t fight at all when Brian wasn’t around, and as long as neither of them had mentioned the other man it stayed that way.
He wondered how their relationship would change now that they were all three together. He guessed as long as Brian didn’t try to pit them against each other (which Justin didn’t think he would, because what did he have to gain from it now?) they would all be good.
“Are you sure he was coming?” Brian didn’t yell to be heard over the music, he never did but Justin heard him perfectly fine. It was just one of those strange Brian things that Justin had learned not to question over the years.
Justin rolled his eyes. Because of course now Brian would be worried about Michael showing up, after he’d been the one to make them late.
He searched the nooks and crannies of Babylon, Michael had taken to hiding in them after Ben had left. He’d started going to Babylon again because he got tired of everyone telling him he was moping, he’d confided that in Justin once, swearing him to secrecy because he didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him, but just because he was going to Babylon didn’t mean he wanted to be at Babylon.
So he hid, Justin had gotten pretty good at picking the corner Michael had hidden himself in. Brian had to; in fact most of the time Brian was better at finding him, mostly because he had this uncanny sixth sense and could pick Michael out of a crowd of a thousand men.
It was just plain weird sometimes and Justin might have taken offense if it had been anyone other than Michael. Sometimes he did but he’d learned to squash that sentiment.
Even though he knew what Michael was wearing and knew what he and Michael had planned he still almost missed him.
Probably because he was searching the dark corners of Babylon searching for their missing third. His eyes had flown right over the man in the tight t-shirt and even tighter leather pants standing with his back to them at the bar. One leg propped up on the stool he was leaning over as he talked to the bartender.
Justin’s eyes went wide and he drew back his gasp, because holy shit. Had Michael been working out or something?
Brian noticed Michael a split second after Justin did, probably thrown off by the clothes and the demeanor and well Michael.
Because Michael was standing there smiling and laughing and exuding the kind of sexual confidence that Justin had really only ever seen Brian emanate before and never in a million years had he ever thought that Michael had possessed an iota of it.
Brian stiffened as some cute lothario with a really obvious death sentence, some guy who probably had no clue who Michael was because if he had he would have realized that people didn’t hit on Michael unless they wanted to deal with Brian and really no one wanted to deal with Brian so Michael didn’t get hit on all that much, approached Michael at the bar.
A hand stroked down Michael’s back and Justin grabbed at Brian’s arm to keep him from rushing the bar and tearing off the offending hand.
Michael turned, a smile firmly in place, although it was his fake, public smile, and as he chatted up the guy Justin kept a hold of Brian. Because Michael so knew that Brian at least was there, which meant that he knew Justin was there holding Brian in place and felt free to play a little.
The man with the death wish wandered off, probably not even realizing that he’d been brushed off, because he was still smiling and Brian’s posture eased slightly beside him. Only to stiffen again as another guy, this one even younger and cuter and not wearing a shirt, approached Michael.
Justin finally let Brian go, following in his wake as his presence parted the crowds before them. The shirtless twink was standing beside Michael, the hand raised as if to touch him was firmly caught by Brian before that act could take place thereby making it necessary for Brian to tear off that hand.
The hottie froze in place; eyes rising to meet Brian’s angry ones as Brian made his presence known; Brian scowling in a way that made it clear touching would warrant death and dismemberment. A flash of understanding, then fear and the twink whirled and was gone.
Justin grinned as Michael pouted, grateful that Brian was facing Michael and not him and that he could do so.
“Mikey…” Brian started and stopped. Probably having no clue what the hell to say at his very public display of… well ownership and intent would be the best words. Although he knew better than to say them anywhere around Brian.
Ever.
“You scared him away,” Michael’s bottom lip jutted out, and Justin had to bite down hard on his own to keep from laughing. Because Brian… was totally and utterly speechless. And just gaping at Michael like he’d never seen the other man before.
“He was hitting on you Mikey,” Brian stated as if it was perfectly reasonable for him to chase off someone that was hitting on Michael. Which yeah it was, but only if Michael wasn’t in the vicinity to actually see or hear Brian do so.
“I know,” Michael cocked his head and Justin moved closer so he could hear, Michael’s voice was low and obviously meant for Brian’s ears alone, but Justin wanted to hear to. He didn’t think Michael would mind. “I thought that’s why you came to Babylon… to dance, to drink…” he leaned forward lips pressing to Brian’s jaw and Justin grinned. “… to fuck.”
Brian started and Justin pressed up against his back and Michael’s hands suddenly appeared on his hips, thus locking Brian between them, a nice Brian sandwich, the two of them keeping Brian trapped and unable to move away.
“Have you been drinking?” Brian asked suspiciously and Justin watched him sniff as if he could scent the alcohol that Michael had imbibed.
“Nope,” Michael popped his p as he licked Brian’s lips, nipping at his lips; Justin wormed a hand under one of the ones that Michael had on Brian’s hip linking their fingers together.
“Drugs then,” Brian decided.
“I’ve only been here for twenty minutes and I drank a bottled water that was sealed and waited for you guys.”
“Something weird is going on here,” Brian uttered as Justin and Michael moved as close as they could without actually climbing inside Brian’s skin. Justin would love to crawl inside Brian; he’d love to live there.
Justin was proud of Michael, he was staying the course and not backing of and explaining what was happening. Or backing off because everyone was watching them as they wondered what the hell the three of them were up to.
“Brian was slow,” Justin murmured. “If he could have thrown a tantrum I think he might have.”
“I would not,” Brian’s voice was a low hum and over the curve of his shoulder Justin could see Michael’s head bent to his chest. Probably licking and biting again… Michael had a serious biting fetish; they’d have to play with it later. Much later, in private.
‘He would have’ Justin mouthed his eyes catching Michael’s and they both smiled.
“We’re all here now though,” Michael licked Brian’s neck, Justin standing on tiptoes and leaning forward so he could reach Michael’s mouth.
Tongues tangling together over Brian’s shoulder as they kissed slowly. Ignoring their avid audience, ignoring the fact that even though Emmett and Ted weren’t there that in about an hour they’d hear all about it, trying their damnedest to ignore the restless energy that was pouring from Brian trapped between them.
Justin and Michael making out over Brian would be the talk of the town… or the bars at least.
He wondered how long it would take Debbie to hear the news. They’d probably hear it when she did. She’d probably lock Michael in the house to keep him out of Brian’s clutches.
“Then we should all go then,” Brian said softly, almost desperately.
“I…” Michael leaned up, a quick kiss, probably a little tongue action before he moved back. Eyes glittering with impish delight. “…think we should dance.”
Michael grinned at Brian’s groan; they both knew what Brian wanted.
He wanted them alone and naked and really not necessarily in that order anymore.
Michael and Justin were forcing him to wait. Not for long, just for a dance or two.
Michael drew away before Brian could catch him and drag him towards the nearest exit… or bathroom stall at least. Hand still linked with Justin’s, pulling him to the dance floor, Brian following behind them as Justin grabbed his hand and dragged him along behind.
Justin laughed as he heard Brian mutter, “Aren’t we doing that already?”
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Dancing with Brian was Michael’s favorite activity.
Dancing with Brian and Justin… well he was beginning to think that leather was a bad idea. They’d started out with Brian trapped between them, just in case he tried to make an escape. Michael and Justin weren’t having any of that.
There was only one way that this night was going to end and it was going to be naked and sweaty with at least one orgasm each.
Somehow though Brian had managed to maneuver himself out of the center spot and Michael had ended up in it. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, and to be honest he really hadn’t been paying much attention to anything but the music pulsing through him before suddenly Brian was pressed tight against his front and Justin was latched onto his back.
And well the leather, had looked really nice but was obviously a really bad idea. Michael had noticed that both Brian and Justin had worn jeans, that wasn’t fair at all. No matter how good they looked in jeans.
“Are we ready to go yet?” Brian’s voice was low in his ear and Michael didn’t think he’d heard that particular tone before. That was desire… for him, for Justin behind him.
“I thought you liked to dance,” Michael mumbled breathlessly, he could feel Brian hard in front of him. It was going to be really quite obvious to everyone what they were leaving to do if they left right now.
Somehow he didn’t think that Brian really cared that somewhere, someone was getting ready to be a rich person.
There’d been bets for years over when he and Brian would finally do the deed, he didn’t know if Brian knew about them but he’d known about them for years and always laughed. Kind of bitterly but he’d laughed, because that was one bet that was never going to be won he’d thought.
“I think I’d like to do some naked dancing,” Brian growled and Michael laughed. He had no idea where he was finding this inner strength to keep putting Brian off. If someone had told him that he’d have Brian ready and willing to fuck him and that he’d keep tormenting him he’d have laughed in their face.
Maybe it was the fact that if he and Justin didn’t try to keep some control in this ‘relationship’ they were forming that Brian was just going to run all over them.
“You have an exhibitionist streak I didn’t know about Bri?” Michael grinned; he licked his lips and watched Brian’s eyes follow the movement.
Behind him Justin was licking his neck and laughing, a gentle squeeze on his hip let him know that Justin thought he was doing fine. He wasn’t sure how he knew that’s what Justin meant by it but he wasn’t really concerned about it at the moment.
“I’ll show you an exhibitionist,” Brian muttered.
Michael tilted his head back, resting it on Justin’s shoulder for just a second before he straightened and Justin did a half shimmy turn thing and ended up beside him. Arms around each others waists. Brian moved one hand from Michael’s hip to Justin’s and closed their circle off to intruders.
It was just the three of them, together.
There was no way that Emmett and Ted weren’t hearing about it right now.
“So are you done playing with me yet?” Brian leaned forward, forehead resting against Michael’s, an age old act between the friends, Justin’s head on Brian’s shoulder cementing his own place within their lives finally.
Their bodies still slightly moving to the beat even though they were no longer listening to the music.
“We just want to make sure you understand Brian,” Michael said quietly.
“Understand what?”
“What’s good enough for you is good enough for us as well,” Justin said just as quietly. Michael knew the moment that Brian understood what they were talking about, his body stiffened but neither Michael nor Justin released him.
“What do you mean?” he asked suspiciously.
“If you trick,” Michael’s eyes met Justin’s for just a millisecond before locking on Brian’s once more. He knew his expression looked fierce and determined, but he felt terrified. He could see pride on Justin’s face that Brian couldn’t see yet.
“We trick,” Justin finished. His hair brushed Brian’s neck as Brian started.
It was a gamble they both knew, they could lose everything. Even considering the jealousy that Brian had displayed when it came to both Michael and Justin, Brian might still be okay with them all continuing to trick. It was how his ‘relationship’ with Justin had been handled after all.
“Are you kidding?” Brian asked with narrowed eyes.
“If you trick, we trick, it’s as simple as that,” Michael stated. “If there’s something that you want to do that Justin and I refuse well we’ll be okay with it then.”
“So you’re saying that if I want to fuck the two of you, then I can’t fuck anyone else… unless it’s something that you aren’t willing to do… right?”
“Right,” Justin nodded slightly, his eyes meeting Michael’s questioningly, because their proclamation had been met with less resistance then they’d anticipated and was that good or bad? Michael figured he should probably be worried; first thing in the morning Brian was going to search the internet and display a newfound interest in something disturbing and disgusting he was sure in order to get out of this.
“So what aren’t you willing to do?”
“Try us and find out,” Michael murmured.
Brian laughed once and then pulled Michael up close to him, licking at his lips. “You don’t even want to make offers like that in here Mikey.”
Justin alternated at nuzzling against Brian’s neck and Michael’s. Probably grateful that they were all still together, Brian hadn’t blown up; Michael would tell him later that this was the calm before the storm.
Brian was going to test and test them to find out what they could and couldn’t handle, Brian probably thought he was going to be back to tricking in a week or less with both Michael and Justin waiting patiently for him at home.
Brian was in for a rude awakening if that’s what he thought.
“So are we done dancing yet?” Brian linked one hand with Michael’s, moving back so that he could lift it to his lips, kissing the knuckles that biting the wrist. “Because I’ve got some handcuffs that are going to look really pretty on these wrists.”
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Justin and Michael play with Brian.
TITLE: True Beginnings – Michael/Brian/Justin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
Read the these first: Part 1 & Part 2
True Beginnings – Ch 3
He didn’t pace. And Brian decided that just because Michael and Justin had not yet arrived was not a reason to start.
They were making him wait. Probably angry about his declaration that they couldn’t seduce each other without him there to watch. Not that he thought that Michael would have done anything or started anything.
But Justin… Justin had learned at the knee of the master, himself, and Brian knew that his proclamation had most likely been met with Justin trying to figure out a way around it. Justin hated being told what he could or couldn’t do.
He was a lot like him in that way.
He’d busied himself with putting away all the liquor, ordering food that should be arriving soon, changed the sheets on the bed… and no he was not doing it because it was what Justin had said he should do, he was doing it because they needed to eat, they needed to talk and they needed sheets on the bed that didn’t look like a tiger had been let loose for when everything was figured out and they could drag Michael back in there.
Brian gave it about 45 minutes. Michael could eat really slowly when he wanted to.
Maybe they should save the food for a midnight snack, something to keep their strength up?
He couldn’t wait to see Michael splayed out on the crimson red sheets that Brian had placed on the bed. He’d looked beautiful on the black ones that had been on it the night before, but for some reason Brian thought that he might look even better on the red ones.
Arching and writhing, calling one or both of their names with that little gasp, moan thing that Brian decided he’d never get tired of, he adjusted himself, glanced at the clock on the microwave and scowled.
Enough was enough, he’d learned his lesson, no more proclamations, they were all equal members in this ‘thing’ that was going on. Even if it had been all his idea in the first place.
Maybe he should call and make sure they were ok? They could have been in an accident and no one had thought to call him yet.
The sound of the door opening caught his attention just as he reached the phone and his eyes flew to it. Justin, backpack slung over his shoulder looking every inch the college kid, albeit one dressed like a trick.
He tossed the phone down onto the couch, he hadn’t been worried, nothing at all to see here… his eyes flew back to the door that Justin was now closing, no Michael.
“Where’s Michael?” he asked before he could stop himself. And that was not worry in his voice. He didn’t do worry, not unless Michael had been left by his HIV positive lover, or Vic had been hospitalized, or Debbie had fallen over at work or Gus had gotten sick.
And that couldn’t be a smirk on Justin’s lips as he tossed his backpack on the sofa and shrugged of his coat.
“He’s meeting us at Babylon later,” Brian’s eyes narrowed because that was not the plan that Justin had proposed, Justin was going to bring Michael back to the loft… he’d ordered food and everything.
Not that he was going to tell Justin any of that. The food would be delivered; they’d heat it up later. By the time Brian got done with them they’d need the food to regain strength.
“I thought you were going to bring him home with you?” Brian ignored the smile that was shot at him for referring to the loft as home, instead choosing to concentrate on the body language that Justin was emitting.
Brian knew Justin well enough to know that he was totally up to something. And he didn’t like not knowing what it was. He was pretty sure from Michael’s absence that it was something that he wasn’t going to like.
Unless, somehow, it kept Michael in their bed instead of bolting from it at the first possible opportunity. Brian still thought handcuffs would work for that, but he didn’t want Michael to think that he was trapping him. He wanted Michael to stay of his own free will and he didn’t look too closely at that desire.
If whatever Justin was up to accomplished keeping Michael with them he’d be all for it, he just wasn’t sure how going out in public was going to get them that though. Since Ben had left Michael had a private face and a public face, and they were two vastly different expressions. The public face was the one that they’d all seen for so long, it was the face that had Debbie and Vic, Emmett and Ted and Lindsay all convinced that Michael was handling Ben’s leaving okay.
Only Justin, Melanie and himself had been privy to the private face. The one full of despair and unhappiness.
The one that had left him feeling more than once that he should have moved in with Michael to be on suicide watch, not that he thought Michael would do that. Michael was the strong one, always had been, always would be. That was their relationship; Brian knew he could be strong, but Michael had always bolstered that with his own quiet strength. As if he knew sometimes that Brian’s own strength sometimes needed a break and he needed someone to be strong for him. For someone to tell him that things would be okay, that everything would be alright, that Brian was someone worth something. Regardless of what his bastard father might have thought, regardless of what his stony faced mother had declared.
It was just that private face was so unhappy, mourning the happy ending that Michael had thought he was going to get with Ben, that had Brian thinking blasphemous thoughts that Michael might not be as strong as he’d always thought him to be.
And then there was Mel, he still didn’t like the fact that she’d been someone that Michael had let in. There was the child they were conceiving together of course, Mel in her fourth month of the second try. The first miscarriage had made them closer, the loss of a child they’d both wanted… he’d known it would draw them together, make them a unit. Because it was Michael and Michael didn’t do things half way. This baby was his and he was relishing every second of it, this opportunity to have a child when he’d never thought he get the chance.
But it wasn’t like they were a couple; it wasn’t like they would be raising the child together. It wasn’t like they were going to be family.
Except they were. He knew Michael well enough to know that he wouldn’t let go of his child as easily as he’d let go of Gus. He hadn’t been ready to be a father, but Michael… Michael was built to be a father. He was going to be there for everything, probably whether Melanie and Lindsay wanted it or not. They were just lucky he wasn’t moving in with them.
He’d been unhappy about Justin being let in to; Michael’s private face was something that only Brian was supposed to have access to, but to have Melanie there and Justin as well… well it had hurt.
Two other people being let in and allowed to see something that for so long had been his and his alone was a strange sensation and had succeeded in leaving him feeling like he was somehow being replaced.
He’d idly wondered if that was the way that Michael had felt about Justin, and then banished it because Justin was one of those other people. Obviously whatever issues Michael’d had with Justin had been resolved. He hadn’t been present for it but it had to have happened sometime.
It had only taken him a few weeks to realize that this might be a good thing; Michael had been so depressed that even with the three of them working together it had been a lot of work… if it had been just Brian; well he wasn’t sure if he could have handled it. The three of them though, Mel mothered, Justin listened and Brian was a quiet bolster of strength.
One who’d been stepping up his seduction plans because it was time dammit and he was tired of waiting for Michael to no longer be depressed and miserable.
“Michael wanted to go to Babylon…” and that was a smirk on Justin’s face. Brian’s eyes narrowed again.
“Michael wants to go to Babylon… why?”
“Maybe he wants to dance,” Justin shrugged as if he couldn’t think of any other reason why Michael would want to go there.
“And maybe you two are up to something.”
Justin smiled winningly as he walked towards him, hand drawing down his chest, lingering on the undone button of his jeans. “Maybe we are,” he leaned up, pressing lips sweetly to Brian’s own. Brian returned the kiss before pulling away. Hand caressing Justin’s jaw before gripping it tightly, forcing Justin to maintain eye contact.
“What are you two up to?”
Justin licked his lips, smirking again and Brian wished that was something that Justin had never learned how to do. “You have to come to Babylon to find out… you up for that?”
Justin was ready to kill Brian. If they got to Babylon and Michael was already gone he was going to kill him. They were doing this for Brian’s own good, better for him to learn now that he and Michael would only be controlled as far as they wanted to be controlled then later when they had to hit him upside the head for being a domineering asshole.
He’d honestly never thought that Brian could pout before, or throw a tantrum but that was exactly what Brian had done. If he’d been two he would have been on the floor kicking and screaming.
Brian had dug his heels in and taken an hour to get ready, but at least he’d worn what Justin wanted him to wear. If Michael had done the same they’d be good… and Brian would be drooling within thirty seconds of laying eyes on him.
Justin should know, he’d helped Michael pick out the outfit with only minor balking by the other man a few weeks prior and he’d been the one drooling. Not that Michael had noticed, Michael hadn’t noticed a lot in that time. But it had been one of their bonding moments; they didn’t fight at all when Brian wasn’t around, and as long as neither of them had mentioned the other man it stayed that way.
He wondered how their relationship would change now that they were all three together. He guessed as long as Brian didn’t try to pit them against each other (which Justin didn’t think he would, because what did he have to gain from it now?) they would all be good.
“Are you sure he was coming?” Brian didn’t yell to be heard over the music, he never did but Justin heard him perfectly fine. It was just one of those strange Brian things that Justin had learned not to question over the years.
Justin rolled his eyes. Because of course now Brian would be worried about Michael showing up, after he’d been the one to make them late.
He searched the nooks and crannies of Babylon, Michael had taken to hiding in them after Ben had left. He’d started going to Babylon again because he got tired of everyone telling him he was moping, he’d confided that in Justin once, swearing him to secrecy because he didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him, but just because he was going to Babylon didn’t mean he wanted to be at Babylon.
So he hid, Justin had gotten pretty good at picking the corner Michael had hidden himself in. Brian had to; in fact most of the time Brian was better at finding him, mostly because he had this uncanny sixth sense and could pick Michael out of a crowd of a thousand men.
It was just plain weird sometimes and Justin might have taken offense if it had been anyone other than Michael. Sometimes he did but he’d learned to squash that sentiment.
Even though he knew what Michael was wearing and knew what he and Michael had planned he still almost missed him.
Probably because he was searching the dark corners of Babylon searching for their missing third. His eyes had flown right over the man in the tight t-shirt and even tighter leather pants standing with his back to them at the bar. One leg propped up on the stool he was leaning over as he talked to the bartender.
Justin’s eyes went wide and he drew back his gasp, because holy shit. Had Michael been working out or something?
Brian noticed Michael a split second after Justin did, probably thrown off by the clothes and the demeanor and well Michael.
Because Michael was standing there smiling and laughing and exuding the kind of sexual confidence that Justin had really only ever seen Brian emanate before and never in a million years had he ever thought that Michael had possessed an iota of it.
Brian stiffened as some cute lothario with a really obvious death sentence, some guy who probably had no clue who Michael was because if he had he would have realized that people didn’t hit on Michael unless they wanted to deal with Brian and really no one wanted to deal with Brian so Michael didn’t get hit on all that much, approached Michael at the bar.
A hand stroked down Michael’s back and Justin grabbed at Brian’s arm to keep him from rushing the bar and tearing off the offending hand.
Michael turned, a smile firmly in place, although it was his fake, public smile, and as he chatted up the guy Justin kept a hold of Brian. Because Michael so knew that Brian at least was there, which meant that he knew Justin was there holding Brian in place and felt free to play a little.
The man with the death wish wandered off, probably not even realizing that he’d been brushed off, because he was still smiling and Brian’s posture eased slightly beside him. Only to stiffen again as another guy, this one even younger and cuter and not wearing a shirt, approached Michael.
Justin finally let Brian go, following in his wake as his presence parted the crowds before them. The shirtless twink was standing beside Michael, the hand raised as if to touch him was firmly caught by Brian before that act could take place thereby making it necessary for Brian to tear off that hand.
The hottie froze in place; eyes rising to meet Brian’s angry ones as Brian made his presence known; Brian scowling in a way that made it clear touching would warrant death and dismemberment. A flash of understanding, then fear and the twink whirled and was gone.
Justin grinned as Michael pouted, grateful that Brian was facing Michael and not him and that he could do so.
“Mikey…” Brian started and stopped. Probably having no clue what the hell to say at his very public display of… well ownership and intent would be the best words. Although he knew better than to say them anywhere around Brian.
Ever.
“You scared him away,” Michael’s bottom lip jutted out, and Justin had to bite down hard on his own to keep from laughing. Because Brian… was totally and utterly speechless. And just gaping at Michael like he’d never seen the other man before.
“He was hitting on you Mikey,” Brian stated as if it was perfectly reasonable for him to chase off someone that was hitting on Michael. Which yeah it was, but only if Michael wasn’t in the vicinity to actually see or hear Brian do so.
“I know,” Michael cocked his head and Justin moved closer so he could hear, Michael’s voice was low and obviously meant for Brian’s ears alone, but Justin wanted to hear to. He didn’t think Michael would mind. “I thought that’s why you came to Babylon… to dance, to drink…” he leaned forward lips pressing to Brian’s jaw and Justin grinned. “… to fuck.”
Brian started and Justin pressed up against his back and Michael’s hands suddenly appeared on his hips, thus locking Brian between them, a nice Brian sandwich, the two of them keeping Brian trapped and unable to move away.
“Have you been drinking?” Brian asked suspiciously and Justin watched him sniff as if he could scent the alcohol that Michael had imbibed.
“Nope,” Michael popped his p as he licked Brian’s lips, nipping at his lips; Justin wormed a hand under one of the ones that Michael had on Brian’s hip linking their fingers together.
“Drugs then,” Brian decided.
“I’ve only been here for twenty minutes and I drank a bottled water that was sealed and waited for you guys.”
“Something weird is going on here,” Brian uttered as Justin and Michael moved as close as they could without actually climbing inside Brian’s skin. Justin would love to crawl inside Brian; he’d love to live there.
Justin was proud of Michael, he was staying the course and not backing of and explaining what was happening. Or backing off because everyone was watching them as they wondered what the hell the three of them were up to.
“Brian was slow,” Justin murmured. “If he could have thrown a tantrum I think he might have.”
“I would not,” Brian’s voice was a low hum and over the curve of his shoulder Justin could see Michael’s head bent to his chest. Probably licking and biting again… Michael had a serious biting fetish; they’d have to play with it later. Much later, in private.
‘He would have’ Justin mouthed his eyes catching Michael’s and they both smiled.
“We’re all here now though,” Michael licked Brian’s neck, Justin standing on tiptoes and leaning forward so he could reach Michael’s mouth.
Tongues tangling together over Brian’s shoulder as they kissed slowly. Ignoring their avid audience, ignoring the fact that even though Emmett and Ted weren’t there that in about an hour they’d hear all about it, trying their damnedest to ignore the restless energy that was pouring from Brian trapped between them.
Justin and Michael making out over Brian would be the talk of the town… or the bars at least.
He wondered how long it would take Debbie to hear the news. They’d probably hear it when she did. She’d probably lock Michael in the house to keep him out of Brian’s clutches.
“Then we should all go then,” Brian said softly, almost desperately.
“I…” Michael leaned up, a quick kiss, probably a little tongue action before he moved back. Eyes glittering with impish delight. “…think we should dance.”
Michael grinned at Brian’s groan; they both knew what Brian wanted.
He wanted them alone and naked and really not necessarily in that order anymore.
Michael and Justin were forcing him to wait. Not for long, just for a dance or two.
Michael drew away before Brian could catch him and drag him towards the nearest exit… or bathroom stall at least. Hand still linked with Justin’s, pulling him to the dance floor, Brian following behind them as Justin grabbed his hand and dragged him along behind.
Justin laughed as he heard Brian mutter, “Aren’t we doing that already?”
Dancing with Brian was Michael’s favorite activity.
Dancing with Brian and Justin… well he was beginning to think that leather was a bad idea. They’d started out with Brian trapped between them, just in case he tried to make an escape. Michael and Justin weren’t having any of that.
There was only one way that this night was going to end and it was going to be naked and sweaty with at least one orgasm each.
Somehow though Brian had managed to maneuver himself out of the center spot and Michael had ended up in it. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, and to be honest he really hadn’t been paying much attention to anything but the music pulsing through him before suddenly Brian was pressed tight against his front and Justin was latched onto his back.
And well the leather, had looked really nice but was obviously a really bad idea. Michael had noticed that both Brian and Justin had worn jeans, that wasn’t fair at all. No matter how good they looked in jeans.
“Are we ready to go yet?” Brian’s voice was low in his ear and Michael didn’t think he’d heard that particular tone before. That was desire… for him, for Justin behind him.
“I thought you liked to dance,” Michael mumbled breathlessly, he could feel Brian hard in front of him. It was going to be really quite obvious to everyone what they were leaving to do if they left right now.
Somehow he didn’t think that Brian really cared that somewhere, someone was getting ready to be a rich person.
There’d been bets for years over when he and Brian would finally do the deed, he didn’t know if Brian knew about them but he’d known about them for years and always laughed. Kind of bitterly but he’d laughed, because that was one bet that was never going to be won he’d thought.
“I think I’d like to do some naked dancing,” Brian growled and Michael laughed. He had no idea where he was finding this inner strength to keep putting Brian off. If someone had told him that he’d have Brian ready and willing to fuck him and that he’d keep tormenting him he’d have laughed in their face.
Maybe it was the fact that if he and Justin didn’t try to keep some control in this ‘relationship’ they were forming that Brian was just going to run all over them.
“You have an exhibitionist streak I didn’t know about Bri?” Michael grinned; he licked his lips and watched Brian’s eyes follow the movement.
Behind him Justin was licking his neck and laughing, a gentle squeeze on his hip let him know that Justin thought he was doing fine. He wasn’t sure how he knew that’s what Justin meant by it but he wasn’t really concerned about it at the moment.
“I’ll show you an exhibitionist,” Brian muttered.
Michael tilted his head back, resting it on Justin’s shoulder for just a second before he straightened and Justin did a half shimmy turn thing and ended up beside him. Arms around each others waists. Brian moved one hand from Michael’s hip to Justin’s and closed their circle off to intruders.
It was just the three of them, together.
There was no way that Emmett and Ted weren’t hearing about it right now.
“So are you done playing with me yet?” Brian leaned forward, forehead resting against Michael’s, an age old act between the friends, Justin’s head on Brian’s shoulder cementing his own place within their lives finally.
Their bodies still slightly moving to the beat even though they were no longer listening to the music.
“We just want to make sure you understand Brian,” Michael said quietly.
“Understand what?”
“What’s good enough for you is good enough for us as well,” Justin said just as quietly. Michael knew the moment that Brian understood what they were talking about, his body stiffened but neither Michael nor Justin released him.
“What do you mean?” he asked suspiciously.
“If you trick,” Michael’s eyes met Justin’s for just a millisecond before locking on Brian’s once more. He knew his expression looked fierce and determined, but he felt terrified. He could see pride on Justin’s face that Brian couldn’t see yet.
“We trick,” Justin finished. His hair brushed Brian’s neck as Brian started.
It was a gamble they both knew, they could lose everything. Even considering the jealousy that Brian had displayed when it came to both Michael and Justin, Brian might still be okay with them all continuing to trick. It was how his ‘relationship’ with Justin had been handled after all.
“Are you kidding?” Brian asked with narrowed eyes.
“If you trick, we trick, it’s as simple as that,” Michael stated. “If there’s something that you want to do that Justin and I refuse well we’ll be okay with it then.”
“So you’re saying that if I want to fuck the two of you, then I can’t fuck anyone else… unless it’s something that you aren’t willing to do… right?”
“Right,” Justin nodded slightly, his eyes meeting Michael’s questioningly, because their proclamation had been met with less resistance then they’d anticipated and was that good or bad? Michael figured he should probably be worried; first thing in the morning Brian was going to search the internet and display a newfound interest in something disturbing and disgusting he was sure in order to get out of this.
“So what aren’t you willing to do?”
“Try us and find out,” Michael murmured.
Brian laughed once and then pulled Michael up close to him, licking at his lips. “You don’t even want to make offers like that in here Mikey.”
Justin alternated at nuzzling against Brian’s neck and Michael’s. Probably grateful that they were all still together, Brian hadn’t blown up; Michael would tell him later that this was the calm before the storm.
Brian was going to test and test them to find out what they could and couldn’t handle, Brian probably thought he was going to be back to tricking in a week or less with both Michael and Justin waiting patiently for him at home.
Brian was in for a rude awakening if that’s what he thought.
“So are we done dancing yet?” Brian linked one hand with Michael’s, moving back so that he could lift it to his lips, kissing the knuckles that biting the wrist. “Because I’ve got some handcuffs that are going to look really pretty on these wrists.”
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Date: 2005-05-23 08:33 pm (UTC)