Arrival
by elfin

 Brian recognized Vince the moment he rounded the corner into the Arrivals lounge.  For a minute or two the American wasn’t spotted, and he simply watched.  Vince looked different in real life than he did in the photo he’d sent.  About Michael’s height, short spiky blond hair that Brian would bet was very soft to the touch.  His eyes were a striking blue and his features were well defined.  He looked like a straight guy, and Brian found that highly exciting.

Vince looked confident and sure as he strode through the strange airport lounge.  He’d travelled over three thousand miles, was standing in a different country for the first time in his life and he looked as if this was exactly where he belonged.  Brian let out a deep breath of sudden desire and leaned casually against the pillar next to him, eyes locked on Vince as he moved unknowingly toward him.

Thirty seconds later, Vince saw him and that boyish face split into a genuine grin.  There was no apprehension as he stepped up to Brian, stopping about a foot away from him and dropping his Head bag to the floor.  A second later, Vince’s eyebrows rose and Brian found himself with an armful of Englishman.  Vince’s slim arms wrapped around his neck and he returned the welcoming hug, almost lifting the shorter man off his feet.
“Oh, you are gorgeous,” Vince told him certainly, not bothering to lower his voice in this public place.  Who the hell cared that his greeting won them a few stares and a couple of smiles from passing passengers?

Brian had to stop himself from reeling.  He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so openly, spontaneously affectionate towards him.  Vince pulled back, eyes dancing.  His whole body seeming to pulse with energy despite the seven-hour flight.  Unable to resist, Brian moved his hand up Vince’s back and used it to cradle his head while he leaned down for what he planned to be a quick, lips-only kiss.

Immediately, Vince responded, opening his mouth under Brian’s, flicking his tongue over the full lips covering his own.  Brian went with it, sliding his tongue over the other man’s, tasting him for the first time while he himself was tasted.  When they stepped back from one another, Vince grinned at him, picking up his bag.
“So, I’m booked into this hotel….”
Brian rolled his eyes.  “Why?”  Sliding his arm around Vince’s shoulders, he led him out of the airport, shivers driving through him when he felt Vince’s arm come around his waist.  The spell of ‘them’ was still not broken.

*

Brian had noticed the odd look on Vince’s face when he’d opened the door of the jeep for him.  He hadn’t commented, had driven them through Pittsburgh and enjoyed the expressions of wonder and amazement on the boyish features.
“It’s all so big!” Vince had told him as they waited at traffic lights.  “You must fit right in.”  Brian laughed, surprising himself.

They drew up outside the apartment building and Vince followed Brian inside.  Only when he slid the door of the loft back had that same look crossed the young face a second time.  Surprise mixed in with a little suspicion.

Feeling free to, Brian wrapped his arms around Vince’s waist from the back and rubbed his cheek against his blond hair.  It was beautifully soft, despite the gel.  “What’s up?”
“Apart from the obvious?”  Vince didn’t give his host a chance to come up with a retort.  He rested his hand on Brian’s forearm, fingers unconsciously running over the Cowry shells around his wrist.  “So who bought you the flowers?”
Brian chuckled.  “Some mental English guy who thought I needed my apartment to smell like Central Park in the spring.”
Vince giggled.  “You have no idea how like Stuart’s place this is.”
“Ah.”  Brian released his hold, but Vince simply turned in his arms before he had chance to let go.

He rested his hands on Brian’s shoulders, eyes roaming for a second over the beautiful face.  “Our stories are the same; mine and Stuart’s, yours and Michael’s.  He’s a lucky guy, by the way.”
Brian breathed in the other man.  “Stuart or Michael?”
“Michael!”  Vince kissed him playfully.  “I’d like to meet him….”
“Umm….”  Brian returned the kiss, hands splaying on Vince’s back.  “I don’t know if I want to share you with them,” he murmured softly, trailing his lips over Vince’s chin.  “How long do I have you for?”  He repeated the question he’d asked over the phone yesterday.

Vince moved one hand from Brian’s shoulder and tipped his chin up, brushing his fingers over those full lips.  “I have a flight Sunday morning.  I hate night flights.  But I don’t have to stay here.  I know you have to work and I’ve booked the hotel room….”
Brian silenced him with a long, thorough kiss.  “What did Stuart say about you coming over?”
“He’s not my keeper.”
“Just your boyfriend?”
“Not even that yet.  Not really.  We both have a week to decide if ‘we’ are a good idea.”
“So… I have you for a week, and then I lose you?”
Vince moved his head slowly, side to side.  “I’m keeping you, whatever happens.”

The tone of his voice, so serious, the look in his eyes, so intense.  Brian kissed him.

Their arms tightened around one another as the contact changed from the initial feeling one another out, to feeling one another up.

Brian tucked one foot between Vince’s and pressed one hand into the small of his back.
“Want me to show you the sights?” Brian whispered, licking a path up over the shell of Vince’s ear.
“Yeah.  Later.”  Tangling his fingers into Brian’s hair, Vince pulled his mouth back to his own, plunging his tongue inside.  The force of the action took Brian by surprise.  He hadn’t expected his English Rose to be so forward in person but he went with it, needing this, needing Vince to be everything that he was.

Vince had been thinking about this all the way across the pond, wondering what Brian would be like, hoping to God that they’d get along, that they’d be attracted to one another.  Shagging one another over the phone was one thing, foursomes over the phone fell into the same category, but actually being in the same room together was something else.

Being here now, he was worried that he might not ever be able to let go.  Only slightly more amazing than Brian’s body was his reaction to Vince.  He couldn’t remember anyone being so hot for him before.  Brian’s hands were everywhere and they still hadn’t attempted to delve under clothing.  His mouth kept straying to his ears and throat, licking and nipping.  It was all Vince could do to keep bringing that luxurious mouth back to his own.  And his hair… Vince wasn’t sure he would ever be done playing with it.  It was like feathers through his fingers.  He couldn’t believe how much of a turn-on that was.

Brian’s mouth strayed again, and Vince couldn’t hold in the joyous laugh.  That gorgeous head shifted back against his hand.  “What?”
Vince stared for a moment.  Those full lips were swollen from kissing.  Brian was flushed, and his hard cock wasn’t being tactful.  Never before in his entire life had Vince wanted someone so much who wasn’t Stuart.

He came back to the moment and found he couldn’t remember why they’d stopped kissing.  “What?” he asked, suddenly nervous.
Brian’s lips parted in a smile, arms tightening around Vince.  “I asked you first!  You laughed.”
“You keep breaking away to lick me!”

Brian kissed him again in apology.  “I just want to taste every inch of you.”  His heart was racing.  He always loved to fuck but there was something different happening here.  There was an excitement coursing through him that wasn’t completely sexual.  He felt light-headed.  He opened his mouth to say something more, but Vince seemed to read his mind and lifted up on his toes to delve his tongue into that luscious mouth.

It wasn’t too long before Brian realized he was going to have to move.  His legs were starting to feel a little like jelly and his cock was hurting where it was trapped.  He could feel Vince’s erection pressed into his thigh and his furtive imagination presented him with a list of places he would rather have it pressed.  Exerting some control over his body, Brian extracted himself and slid his hand into Vince’s.  “Come on.”

Stepping up onto the platform, Vince started to see the small differences that set Brian apart from Stuart.  Their apartments might have looked very similar, but there seemed to be more of the little personal touches here.  On the wall at the end of the room were four large black and white prints of Brian with another guy.  Michael, Vince presumed.  They reminded him of photo-booth photos.

“Is that Michael?”
Brian looked over.  “Yeah, that’s Mikey.  Justin did them for Mikey’s birthday party.”
Vince smiled.  “Hope it was more successful than mine.”  He stroked his hand down Brian’s arm.  “So who’s Justin?”
“You’ll meet him.”  Brian moved his hand around the back of Vince’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

They stood together like that, Vince’s hands on Brian’s hips for a time before he could no longer resist returning his fingers to his new lover’s soft hair.  Brian smiled into the kiss, moaning quietly when Vince broke the contact.  “What are you smiling at?”
Brian just wanted to hug this man.  “Your fascination with my hair.”
Vince almost blushed.  “It’s gorgeous, do you know that?”
Grinning, Brian sat back on the bed, beckoning Vince to join him.  “I could tickle you everywhere with it,” he suggested hotly.

Vince knelt on the edge of the bed, Brian’s arms coming around his waist and drawing him closer. Adept fingers started working on his shirt, one button at a time, while he tried to work out the knot in Brian’s tie.

“I can’t remember the last time I had to do battle with a tie.”  Vince finally got the knot unfastened, wrapping the two ends around his hands.  He nuzzled his way along Brian’s jawline and down his throat, licking tiny patterns over the stubbled skin.  Brian had his shirt open, fingertips already teasing the sensitive skin around his nipples.

His straining cock was starting to ache painfully, and as Vince continued his trail of kisses down over Brian’s chest, he started to unzip his own fly only to have Brian’s hand knock his fingers out of the way.  As Vince got the last shirt button open and locked his lips over one hardened nipple, Brian’s hand reached into his jeans and cupped his penis, fingers pushing under his balls.  Vince couldn’t hold in his pleasure any longer.  He moaned, low and long in his throat.

The sound rubbed along Brian’s nerves, his cock pressing against the material of his underwear, begging at the edges of his mind for release.  When the strong tips of Vince’s fingers traced down the length of his erection through the light material of his suit trousers, he almost came.
“Oh, Christ!  Vince….”
Vince pressed harder, his whole hand pressing against Brian’s cock as his lover opened his thighs further for him.  It was getting more difficult to concentrate on what he was doing, with the fingers of Brian’s right hand playing along his cock and the fingers of the other playing with his nipples.

Brian scooted back, Vince’s cry of loss tearing at him.  The only sounds he usually heard in bed were grunts, groans and the wet sounds of sex.  Vince’s small cries and moans were sounds of emotion, of need and want.  For Brian, they were like a physical caress.  He reached out, trailing fingertips over Vince’s lips.  “Ssh….”  Deep blue eyes were upon him as he stood to push his trousers and underpants down over his thighs and step out of them.

Kneeling back on the bed he reached for his lover.  Bringing Vince’s mouth to his own, he kissed him thoroughly, feeling a hand on his cock and fingers playing in his hair.
“I have to have you naked,” he breathed, pushing Vince’s shirt off his shoulders, nibbling at the skin in the hollow of his collarbone.  “I have to have you inside me.”

Vince’s eyes popped open, tracing the features of Brian’s face.  “You’re a top, Bri.”
“So are you.”
His eyes sparkled.  “Stuart thinks I’m a bottom.”
“He’s wrong.”  Brian worked Vince’s jeans down over his hips.  “I can hear it in your voice, now I can see it in your eyes.  Please, Vince.”

Moving his legs out from under him, Vince pushed his jeans off with his boxer shorts.  Without warning, Brian leaned across him, licking slowly over one nipple then the other before kissing a long path down over Vince’s tight stomach to finally take his thick cock into his mouth.  Vince’s head fell back, a low rumble coming from his throat.  “Bri….  Oh my God.”  He caught a breath and held it, leaning back on one hand while he stroked the other over Brian’s head where it bobbed at his groin.

His body was soaring up towards orgasm, and it was all he could do coax Brian’s mouth off him.  “Luv, I could come like that in about thirty seconds….”
“I mean it, I want you inside me.”  Stretching over, Brian reached out and took what he needed from the drawer in the bedside cabinet.  Vince watched, almost drooling, any reluctance wiped clean from his mind by the sight presented to him.

He could see every muscle, every contour of Brian’s body.  He stroked his palm over the firm cheeks of his lover’s tight ass.  An urge came over him, and he leaned forward to bite Brian on the bum.

Brian yelped, more in surprise than pain.  He looked back over his shoulder, staring at the Englishman.  “You little devil!”
Vince crawled up Brian’s body, sliding around until he was face to face with the other man, lying on his side half under him.  “I could eat you, Bri.”
“Please, feel free to.”  He handed Vince a condom and the tube of lubricant.  “I was tested two weeks ago, after the rape, I was negative.  But I have enough condoms to satisfy an orgy.”
Vince gazed at him, but he didn’t ask any of the questions racing through his mind.  Later.

For now, he took the condom and lube and leaned forward, planting a hard kiss on Brian’s mouth.  From there, he kissed his way down over Brian’s body, moving as he went, kissing, nibbling, biting.  Brian let him know what he liked and what he didn’t, moaning and shifting against Vince’s mouth.

When Vince had finally moved behind him, Brian rose up on all fours, back arching as Vince’s hand closed over his cock.  “God, Vince… don’t wait too long.”
“Bri… you’re so impatient.”  Vince trailed the tip of his tongue over his lover’s tailbone, dipping into the crack between the cheeks of Brian’s tight ass.  “Open your legs,” he murmured, smiling when Brian consented silently.  Vince didn’t want to take his hand from where he was slowly, agonizingly milking Brian’s cock.

This feeling of utter trust in a lover was something new to Brian.  He’d never known the ability to simply let go.  But with Vince behind him, tongue lavishing his testicles and anus, it seemed utterly natural to give into the sensations drowning his mind.  When Vince’s tongue poked inside his rectum, Brian dropped to his elbows, pushing back against the probe.

“Vince… Jesus, fuck me!”
All at once the tongue left him.  Brian glanced back, seeing Vince’s eyes widen comically before he felt his lover’s palm spank him lightly.  “Such language!”
Brian shuddered, thrusting forward through the hand gripping his cock.  “Oh God….”
Another light spank on his ass.  “Now, behave….”  Vince positioned himself.  “Or I’ll have to spank you again….”  He pressed his cock into his lover’s anus, slowly, watching himself with fascination.

Brian pushed back as Vince started into a rhythm, leaning over his back, licking the trails of sweat from Brian’s back.
“Christ, you’re so tight, Bri….”
Vince’s breathless words sent a shiver through Brian that ended in the tip of his cock.  “Vince!”
Vince straightened and reached along Brian’s back, curling his fingers into the man’s damp hair, scraping his nails over his lover’s scalp.

Brian screamed as his came, shooting across the bed, muscles gripping Vince where he was buried deep inside him.
“Fuck!  Bri!!!”  Vince’s orgasm pulled him inside out.  The shudders drove through him until he collapsed on Brian’s back, his heart racing.  In turn, Brian collapsed onto the bed, legs still spread, hands fisted in the sheets.

Reaching up, Vince covered one of those fists with his own hand.  Brian’s fingers parted for Vince’s to slip between them.

They lay in silence for a few long minutes.  Only when he could collect a coherent thought did Vince pull out, disposing of the condom before collapsing onto his side next to Brian.  “You okay?”
Brian only turned his head to look at his lover.  “Wow.”
Vince chuckled and moved in closer, wrapping himself over Brian’s sated body.  Finally the flight and the early morning caught up with him and he fell asleep in a second.
 
 

Brian opened his eyes, stretching any part of his body that wasn’t trapped under Vince.  He ached gloriously.  “So that’s what making love feels like,” he murmured softly to himself, stroking one hand over Vince’s hair.
Vince heard the words, let them touch his heart, but didn’t comment.  He waited a few minutes before stretching his limbs.  He moved off his lover, smiling shyly.  “Still respect me?”
Brian shook his head slowly, pausing for a beat before he said,  “Yes.”
Vince’s face broke into a grin.  “I should bloody well think so!”  He reached out to grab Brian’s sides, but he was too slow.  Brian shifted his body back and caught Vince’s wrists.
“You’re ticklish!”  Vince’s eyes lit up.
“Am not.”
“Prove it.”

It was all Brian could do to hold off Vince’s attack.  Finally, the Englishman tired.  An hour’s rest wasn’t enough to make up for the flight and the sex.  He collapsed over Brian and was immediately crushed to the other man’s body.  Vince shifted, finding Brian’s mouth and settling to where he could kiss those luscious lips to his heart’s content.

“Tired?”
Vince nodded.  “Don’t worry about it.”
“Hungry?”
“Yeah.  Starving.”
“Up to seeing some of the sites?”
Vince smiled.  “Can we meet up with your friends?  Michael… Emmett, Ted….”  He remembered their names easily.
Brian returned a kiss.  “Why are so you eager to share me?”
Vince swatted his hip.  “I didn’t say anything about sharing you.  I’m hungry, that’s all.  I’d kinda hoped we’d be coming back on our own.”
“No question.  You’re mine.”

*

Brian took Vince to the steak house he usually took his clients, simply because he wanted his guest to himself for another hour or so before he met ‘the gang’.   It was still early when they walked into Woody’s.  For a couple of minutes, the guys around the pool table didn’t see them.  Justin was the next in line for trying to teach Emmett how to play pool.  Ted had accused his friend of being a hustler and Emmett had just winked at him.

Brian stood a few feet back, Vince in front of him, arms wrapped around the shorter man, chin rested on his head.  Vince’s hands gripped his forearms almost nervously.  They’d had a couple of beers, a couple of whiskey chasers and finally Vince had admitted he was nervous as hell about meeting Michael.  What if the guy decided to lay claim to Brian once and for all by beating the shit of the newcomer?

Brian had laughed.  He couldn’t imagine Michael standing on a spider never mind beating the shit out of someone.  “But if he does gets nasty with a pool cue, I’ll protect you.”

Vince dropped his head back to Brian’s shoulder, seeing other pairs of eyes watching them steadily.  Brian seemed to have the same effect in bars as Stuart did.  “Who’s who?”
Brian leaned down, lips brushing Vince’s ear and cheek.  “The completely inept one with the pool cue is Emmett.  The one trying to keep his patience is Justin, a… student of mine.”  Vince glanced back but Brian’s tightened embrace reassured him.  “The one pretending to be interested is Ted and the one pretending to be bored is Mikey.”

Vince grinned.  “He’s cute.”  The words had barely left his mouth when Emmett looked up and his shot was forgotten.
“Hey!”  His greeting turned all their heads.

Michael looked up and saw them.  He’d never been jealous of Brian’s lovers, not since he’d turned eighteen, not until Justin had come along.  When this thing with Vince had started, Michael had watched Brian carelessly push Justin away and instead turn his highly-sort-after attention onto Michael himself.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Brian was falling for the Englishman, despite not really knowing him.  Yet Michael’s jealousy had been overshadowed by his split with David and eased by the fact that he’d spent the majority of the passed two weeks with his best friend, closer to Brian than he’d ever been.

Michael smiled.  What else could he do?  Brian looked… happy.  Genuinely happy.  He was standing in his own hunting ground holding a stranger in what had to be described as a protective and possessive embrace.  He glanced at Emmett and Ted, and saw the smiles on their faces too.  Only Justin was frowning.

Michael understood what Justin was feeling.  He was the one coming face to face with his replacement.  For Michael, this was temporary.  For Justin, this was the end of the road.  Brian Kinney was out of his love life for good.

Brian released Vince and took his hand, leading him to the group.  He made the simple introductions and went to buy his guest a beer, leaving him in Michael’s gentle hands.  Vince immediately felt at home.  Michael was asking him about the flight and Emmett was instantly all over him, but Brian had assured him that was just Emmett’s way.  Ted was more reserved, but just as friendly.  After five minutes, Vince felt like he might as well have grown up with these guys.

“Who’s that?”  Justin leant on the bar next to Brian, elbows up on the surface behind him.
Brian glanced at him.  “His name’s Vince.”
“Where’s he come from?”
“He’s a friend, from England.”
“Close friend.”

Brian paid for the beers and nailed Justin with a stare.  “What’s it to you?”
“You know what it is to me!”
“You and I….”
“Are nothing, I know.  But correct me if I’m wrong, Brian, you two look awfully like boyfriends.”
For a moment, Justin tensed, ready for flight because for the first time since he’d known the man, he thought Brian was going to let his fist speak for him.  Then the tension dissipated, and Brian just smiled.

He took the beers back to where Vince was taking Emmett’s pool shot for him.  Brian watched his lover sink two balls with one shot.  Emmett was clearly impressed.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, wow….”  Brian put one arm around Vince’s waist from behind, handing him a bottle.  “Mis-spent youth?”
Vince turned his head, wanting desperately to kiss Brian there and then but uncertain of the rules while they were around Michael and the others.  “Common past-time in glorious Manchester.”  Brian sensed the hesitation and for a moment he felt it himself.  And then he shook the feeling and stole the kiss Vince had been reluctant to give.  As they parted, Brian glanced at Michael, but his best friend was taking the cue from Ted, laughing with Emmett as he scanned the pool table for a shot.

Brian stepped back, taking a long swig of his drink.  He caught Michael’s eye and grinned.  Michael grinned back.  “You two coming to Babylon?”
Vince ignored Emmett for the minute where he was smiling sweetly at him from over the tip of his pool cue.  He turned to Brian.  “What time do you have to be at work in the morning?”  Not that it had ever stopped Stuart.

Brian dipped his head to gaze at him.  “You think I’m going to work when I can spend all day in bed with you?”
Wide-eyed, Vince shook his head, not quite believing that he was having such a profound effect on this absolutely gorgeous man.  He took the cue from Emmett.  “I’m up for anything.”
“No wonder he adores you so,” Emmett intoned.

As Vince took the shot, sinking the penultimate striped ball.  Ted’s accusation of cheating was lost in Emmett’s unreserved thanks and praise for the newcomer’s talents.  Vince risked a glance at Michael and met a smiling, sympathetic face.  “I’m sorry about him, he’s not usually this… over the top.”
Brian frowned, “yes, he is.”  He sat down on the edge on the table, admiring Vince’s body as he leaned over the green baize to take his second shot.
Michael leaned in, mouth at Brian’s ear.  “We approve.”  Brian’s head whipped around.  Dark eyes locked to Michael’s and his smile slowly crept across his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered, leaning forward and planting a long, hard kiss on Michael’s mouth.

Vince caught it and smiled over his pang of jealousy.  They were close, he knew that.  And recently, he and Stuart had been like two love-struck teenagers.  He couldn’t imagine Stuart being so friendly and accommodating if the situations were reversed.

“I moved back into the apartment today.”
Brian’s mouth fell open as Michael reminded him of an event he should have remembered.  Suddenly he felt a stab of guilt at spending most of the late afternoon and evening in bed, fuck… making love.  “You okay?”
Michael looked at him, his eyes dancing, smiling that cute little lopsided smile.  “Yeah.”  He nodded.  “I am.  I’m… happy.  And I’m happy for you.”
Brain reached one arm around Michael’s neck, bringing their foreheads to rest together.  “I do, you know.”
Michael’s quiet, slightly drunken giggle wasn’t lost on Brian.  “I do too.”
“As long as you don’t think….”  He glanced left, at where Vince was making new friends of their old ones.  “No one could replace you, Mikey.”
Michael put his arm around Brain’s neck and leaned down to kiss him.
 

Monday nights at Babylon always tended to be quieter than others.  Michael had never understood that.  Mondays were always so horrible at work, it was one of his favourite nights to go clubbing.  He’d missed this; being involved, knowing all the gossip, not being the last one to find out everything.

Vince was struck by how alike the club was to their Babylon back in Manchester.  The music was different.  He’d always thought Americans were months behind Britain when it came to music.  But tonight the beat was low and deep.  No theme night tonight.  Just hot, sweaty men dancing together, many of them practically having sex there on the dance floor.

Brian got the drinks in.  He earned more than the rest of them put together and he usually paid for the first couple of rounds if they all arrived at once.  He rejoined them and found that Emmett had already got Vince out onto the dance floor.
“He really likes Vince,” Michael told his friend genuinely.
Brian frowned over his bottle.  “Umm….  He’s not having him.”  Taking Michael’s beer from him and putting them both on the side, next to Ted who seemed to be chatting to some stranger….  Brian gave him a second glance.  They were all working fast tonight, that was for sure.

Brian dragged Michael out onto the dance floor, placing them next to Emmett and Vince.  God, his English Rose could move.  Almost immediately, Emmett had lost Vince’s attention as the cute blond moved into Brian’s personal space.  Emmett and Michael turned to one another, arms in the air, bumping ass cheeks as the music changed pace.  Brian shifted one leg between both of Vince’s, one hand on the shorter man’s hip.  Vince went into him smoothly, perfectly, arms going up to hang loosely around his neck.  They moved together, hips rocking to the heavy beat.

Vince leaned in, kissing the base of Brian’s neck, lowering one hand to undo the top two buttons of his black shirt before kissing the revealed skin.  Brian’s head tipped back, feeling Vince’s fingers combing into his damp, soft hair.  That touch, those lips, could be addictive.  Brian knew the feelings within him, felt them breaking out from the cage around his heart and filling him, playing with his mind.  His desire for Vince was almost consuming.

It was frightening.

Justin joined Michael and Emmett.  “Ted’s scored!” he told them excitedly, and pointed.  A small way from them, Ted was dancing groin-to-groin with a good-looking guy, conservatively dressed, about Ted’s age.  Michael’s grin met Emmett’s.
“He’s nice!”
“Let’s hope so.”
Justin spread his hand on Michael’s shoulder.  “You should stop them.”  He nodded to Brian and Vince, totally lost in their own little world.
Michael frowned across at him.  “Why?”

“He’s yours, Michael.”
The lie didn’t wash.  “He wasn’t mine when you were with him.  What’s changed?”
“Aren’t you jealous?”
Michael stilled.  He leaned over, putting his mouth next to Justin’s ear, an expert at deep and meaningful conversations over the intrusive music of this club.  “You’ve never understood us,” he told Justin certainly.  “No questions, no expectations.  He may piss me off sometimes but that’s just us.  He’s my best friend.”
“He could be your lover.”
“He will be.  But first, he needs to fall in love.”

Emmett moved in when Michael glanced at him.  Their arms went around one another and they danced close, camping it up for all it was worth.  Justin danced away, knowing that it was time to find a replacement for Brian Kinney, if he could.

Emmett peered over Michael’s shoulder, first checking on Ted who was still dancing with his trick, a happy smile plastered on his face.  That was rare in itself.  Emmett caught his friend’s eye and grinned, Ted grinned back.  So he was okay….

He refocused his gaze on Brian and Vince.  They were kissing – ‘Frenching’ as Brian would have put it had his mouth not been busy – moving close against one another.  “They do look very… together,” Emmett told Michael carefully.
Michael didn’t glance back.  “Why is everyone suddenly so concerned about me?”
“Because, Darling, you’ve loved him for sixteen years.  It has to be your turn soon, don’t you think?”
Emmett sighed when Michael flashed him that annoyingly happy grin and carried on dancing.
 

An hour of dancing, drinking and chatting and Vince could barely keep his eyes open.  He couldn’t quite work out how long he’d been awake, but it had to be longer than his body was used to.  He was sitting up on a railing in front of Brian, his new lover nuzzling his neck while they listened to Ted’s quick summary of his wonderful night so far while Mr Wonderful was taking a piss.  At least, they all hoped that’s what he was doing.

Vince leaned into Brian.  “I’m dead on my feet, Bri.  Any chance I could get a taxi back to your place and crash out?  Promise not to steal anything or sleep with your underwear on.”
Brian grinned.  “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Vince shook his head.  “You don’t have to cut your night….”  It was as far as he got before Brian silenced him with a long kiss.  Then, powerful hands lifted him from the railing and deposited him on the floor, an arm going around his waist.
“See you tomorrow, children,” Brian bid the others a customary goodbye which was oddly received with smiles and waves and a chorus of, “Bye, bye, Brian.  Bye, bye, Vince.”.
Brian was laughing as he led Vince through to the back exit of the club; it was always easier than fighting a path through the gyrating dancers at this time of night.  And safer.
 

Brian had to practically carry Vince from the jeep into the elevator.  His English guest had all but fallen asleep on the journey back.  Brian led him through the loft and carefully up onto the platform, pushing him gently to sit on the edge of the bed.

Peeling the clothes off that hot body brought Brian’s cock very quickly to attention, but by the time he had Vince’s boxers off, the blond was sleeping, his breathing shallow and steady.

Dragging the duvet out from under him and re-covering him, Brian undressed too and climbed in beside Vince, lying propped on one elbow.  Eyes not leaving Vince’s relaxed face, Brian jerked off slowly, making sure he caught most of his come in his own hand.  Vince never moved, not even when Brian came back from cleaning himself up and settled down to watch his lover sleep.

As he lay there, an odd thought crossed Brian’s mind.  He’d had Vince.  And yet still, he wanted him again.  And again.  At the moment he thought he might never get enough.

It was a terrifying thought.
 

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