Crossing The Pond
by elfin

Two -  The Gift
 

Michael looked across at Brian for the millionth time that night.  Dark, gypsy eyes met his and widened.  “What?!”
“What do you mean, ‘what’?”
“You’ve been looking at me like that all night!”
“Well, look at you!  You’re positively beaming!”  Michael wasn’t sure if he was happy for Brian or jealous.  Was there something….  “Is there something I, as your best friend, should know?”
“No!”  But the genuine smile danced over Brian’s lips as he turned back to the road.

First stop, as always, was Woody’s.  Ted and Emmett were already in there, Ted trying to teach Emmett the correct way to hold a pool cue – so that it didn’t look like a sexual expletive.  Brian bought the drinks, still feeling Michael’s eyes upon him.  He wondered if he was walking slightly oddly.  He wouldn’t have been surprised.

Handing a bottle to Michael, Brian leaned down, elbows on the wooden surround of the pool table, ass sticking out.  “You are so gay,” he told Emmett brightly.  Emmett’s eyes flashed and his smile blazed.
“A compliment!  From Gay Man of the Year!”  Coming around the table, he leaned down and actually pecked his lips to Brian’s cheek.  “You’ve made my night.”  Brian rolled his eyes, taking a long swig from his drink as he watched Ted calculating his next shot.

None of them saw Justin come into the bar.  His face broke into a grin when he saw Brian, and as he nonchalantly walked passed, he drew back his hand and slapped his palm against Brian’s ass in a short, sharp spank.  Brian spat his mouthful of beer over the green baize of the pool table before he choked on it.  Despite himself, Michael couldn’t hold in his burst of laughter while Ted pulled back his cue and screwed up his face.  “Ewwww…”
Emmett couldn’t help himself either.  “Brian!  You got beer all over our balls!”

Brian closed his eyes for a moment.  Justin’s little tap on his backside had reminded him with crystal clarity of the gift he’d received through the post this morning.  He hadn’t been able to believe his eyes when he’d opened the small package.  He couldn’t believe his sweet little English cutie could turn out to be such a demon.  He’d been wearing it all day, through six hours of client meetings.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on for.

Pulling himself together, Brian stood up to full height and turned a fierce glare on Justin.  But the youngster was already at the bar, batting his eyelids at the barman.  For a moment, Michael thought they were going to have yet another night of Brian and Justin pretending to ignore one another for hours until one jumped the other on the dance floor at Babylon.

But Brian just seemed to let it go.  His smile slid back into place, and picking up each pool ball in turn, he made sure he had at least Michael’s attention before he breathed on them and rubbed them around in his palms, placing them back near enough where he’d picked them up from.  Michael took a long swig of beer.  He wasn’t sure that he didn’t prefer it when Brian was simply ignoring him.
 

Several beers later, Emmett was getting itchy feet.  He’d seen someone at Babylon last Friday and this week he planned on making a move.  Brian emptied the beer down his throat and banged the bottle down on the abused pool table.  “Okay, let’s find our girlie bottom a big manly top.”  As they passed the small group of younger kids next to the bar, Brian tapped Justin on the shoulder.  “Coming?”
“Where?”  Justin was the instantly suspicious type.
Brian was already at the door.  He tossed a confused look back.  “Babylon, where else?”  He caught Michael’s look as they stepped outside.  “Just being sociable.”
Beautiful brown eyes locked to his and a sweet smile touched Michael’s features.  “What’s with you tonight?”
“Nothing.”  But there was a light in his eyes he couldn’t extinguish.

They started the short walk down to Babylon.  Michael fell into step next to Brian, and the taller man slipped a playful arm around his best friend’s waist.  “You okay, Mikey?”
“I don’t know.  Have you taken something?”
“No!”  Brian actually managed his hurt expression for a moment.  He’d been on the wrong side of arousal all day and he’d loved every second of it.  He’d almost had one of his clients in the men’s room but he felt like his English rose had marked him today and he wanted to save himself for tonight.

Being so keyed up from this morning was delicious.  His whole body was tingling.  Michael’s arm came around him, just friendly, and his long fingers curling around Brian’s waist, thumb hooking into his waistband.  Brian lowered his mouth to Michael’s ear.  “I want to dance with you tonight.  No one else.”  Michael felt the warm breath against his ear and shivered.  Even Emmett and Ted had glanced across at them once or twice, both of them as confused as Michael at Brian’s behaviour.  “Is that okay, Mikey?”

Michael turned his head to answer, only to have his mouth captured by Brian’s.  It wasn’t his usual, best-buddy type kiss.  This was like it had been in the loft four nights ago, like it had been when they’d been stranded on that Turnpike months ago waiting for Emmett to change the tyre on the keep.  It was passionate, a kiss that could so easily turn into something more, something very much more.

Brian broke the contact because Michael wasn’t ever going to.  He pulled back an inch, licking his slightly swollen lips, eyes taking in the sight of his friend’s flushed face.  “God, Mikey….  Ouch!”  The moment was broken by Ted bashing his arm with a fist.
“Will you two quit!”  Brian turned a really nasty glare on his friend, but Michael’s arm was still around his waist, still holding tight.  Ted had to admit that Michael looked fucking sexy at that moment.  “At least take it into Babylon,” he muttered, returning to Emmett’s side.
Brian flicked his eyes to his best friend’s.  “Sorry.”
Michael shook his head once, laughing.  “Oh, don’t apologize.  Jeez, Brian….”  They walked into the club with their arms around one another.  And only once did Michael spare a thought for David.  Why should he have spared more?  This was just another Friday night at Babylon with Brian Kinney.
 

The music was thumping, the crowd was jumping, the mood was contagious.  Emmett offered to buy the drinks and Brian dragged Michael straight on to the dance floor.  ‘Dancing Queen’ came on, and Michael came alive.  For the whole song, Brian watched his best friend of sixteen years.  Michael danced to the beat, to the rhythm, let it course through him and dictate his movements.  The music changed, something with a heavy bass and a rough male voice singing harsh lyrics.  Brian threw his head back, closing his eyes and laughing as he reached out to wrap his arms loosely around Michael’s neck.

“What’s so funny?”  Michael had to lift himself onto his toes to shout the words into Brian’s ear.
Brian leaned down, brought one hand around to caress Michael’s neck softly as he replied, “Listen to the words.”

‘you think you’re a man
but you’re only a boy
you think you’re a man
you are only a toy
you think you’re a man
but you just couldn’t see
you weren’t man enough
to satisfy me’

Michael shook his head, smile lighting his face.  “You’re bad,” he mouthed, and Brian nodded, grinning.  He stepped forward, rubbing his groin against Michael’s shamelessly.  Michael gasped, eyes widening in suggestive surprise.  “You’re in a playful mood.  Tell me what happened!”
Brian bit his bottom lip, then moved closer, arm around Michael’s waist now holding them close together as they moved to the beat.  Reaching between them, Brian slid the buttons of his fly through one by one to reveal his black briefs.

Michael’s eyes got wider.  “Brian, what….”
“Touch me.”
“No!”  The refusal was accompanied by a laugh.
Sighing dramatically, Brian took Michael’s hand and moved it around to the back of his jeans.  He leaned forward, his erection pressing along the length of his friend’s through the denim they both wore.  “Touch.  Me,” he repeated.  Still grinning, Michael pushed his hand further down inside Brian’s jeans, smoothing his palm over the tight ass cheek.  “Stroke me.”  Brian murmured the words into Michael’s ears, searing them into his mind for the rest of his life.

Gathering courage, still not sure where the fuck Brian was going with this, Michael’s fingers moved to touch the base of Brian’s spine and then draw a line down, dipping into his tight crack.  Feeling Brian shudder against him was the only encouragement he needed.  His fingers trailed lower, his own heart pounding.

The surprise crossed his face before he cracked up laughing.  His fingers had touched warm, hard metal.  The thin metal base of a butt plug.
“How long have you been…?”
The smile on Brian’s face was bright enough to light the club.  He leaned into Michael, touching forehead to sweaty forehead.  “All day,” he told him proudly.
“All day?!”  Michael was laughing now.  “Why?  Or don’t I want to know?”  Back on solid ground, playground, Michael was confidently stroking the tips of his fingers over the base of the plug.
Brian could feel the tiny movements of the solid cone in his ass as Michael teased.  “It was a gift.”
“From?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
Michael shrugged and nodded, still quite happy.  “What’s it made of?”
Brian closed his eyes when the fingers on his ass pressed just a little harder.  “Aluminum.”  He glanced up in time to see Michael’s wonderful expression and laughed himself.
“You’re getting off on it!” Michael accused, grinning at Brian’s look.
“So would you!”
Shaking his head, Michael extracted his hand and fastened Brian’s trousers as they danced.  “You’re unbelievable.”
“Why, thank you.”

*
 

Brian threw his leather jacket across the couch and let his eyes settle on Michael.  “Stay.  Just… sleep here tonight.”
Michael hesitated before he nodded, knowing David would be mad but not really caring right now.  “Sure.”  His coat joined Brian’s.  “I gotta piss.”
Brian smirked at him, picking up his telephone handset from the coffee table and dialling a number from memory.  It rang three times before it was answered.

“Hey.”  There was a definite smile in that English accent.  “You got my gift?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”  It was a teasing tone and it stroked Brian’s cock back to full erection.
“And… I love it.”  Brian tasted the word.  “I’ve been wearing it all day.”
The long-distance laughter was a wonderful sound.  “You’ll explode.”
“My ass or my cock?”  Brian crossed the living area and stepped up to the platform.  “I have to masturbate or I’ll die.”
“You’ve come home alone?”  The surprise in that voice was palpable.
“I have Mikey with me.”
“Really?”
Brian sighed.  “Not like that.”  He glanced towards the closed bathroom door.  “At least, I don’t think so.”
He imagined the raised eyebrows on the cute little face.  “Are you alone?”
“Err… no.  I’m out on Canal Street.”
“Is he with you?”  Brian let the words drip from his lips.
“Yes.  You jealous?”  In the teasing game, Brian had met his match.
“Hon, I don’t do jealous.”
“I forgot.”  It went quiet, and then he heard, “Are you wanking yet?”
Brian laughed, dropping back on the bed.  “Such a naughty word from one so young.”
There was a snort from the other end of the line.  “I’m older than you.”
“Only in years, believe me.”

Michael flushed the toilet and opened the door.  He stopped in mid-step.  Brian was lying on the bed, phone in his hand, jeans open and pushed down.  His fist was curled around his ample erection, moving slowly up and down as he spoke quietly into the handset.  Michael wasn’t sure if he was shocked, surprised or simply aroused.  He stood still and silent for thirty seconds, watching.  His mind supplied him with the thought that Justin’s drawing was actually fairly accurate and his own erection started to ache.

“Are you stroking yourself, Bri?”
“Yeah….  I can feel that hard plug in my ass, I’m imagining its you.”
“Hey!  I’m a lot bigger than that!”
“I can imagine.  I’ve been imaging a lot….”  Brian’s sentence was cut off when he felt his hand peeled away from his cock and another take its place.  Opening his eyes, he looked up into Michael’s heated gaze.  “Mikey….”
“About time I finished jerking you off.”
“Bri?”
Brian returned his attention to the guy on the other end of the expensive telephone call.  But he kept his eyes on his friend.  “I’m here.”  He swallowed back on a groan as Michael’s hand started to find a rhythm.
“You still thinking of me?”  There was a wicked tint to the rough accent now.
“Oh yeah….  Mikey’s… got his hand on me.”  His breath was starting to quicken.
“Has he?  Get him to use his other hand on the base of my plug.”
“I don’t know….”  Brian glanced up.  “I can’t ask that.”
He missed Michael rolling his eyes.  “Ask me,” he mouthed, smiling.  Still not sure this wasn’t pushing his luck, Brian started to wriggle out of his jeans and briefs.  Only when Michael started to assist him did his heart start to thump harder.  Kicking his pants off, he spread his thighs and reached down, but before he could get his hand into position, Michael grabbed it.  “Slut,” Michael whispered playfully.  Then he moved his free hand down, over Brian’s balls to stroke his index finger over the base of the hard butt plug.

Brian let out a strangled cry, much to Michael’s delight.  Keeping the phone at his ear, Brian smiled when he heard the “yum” that reached him over the line.
“Mikey… I’m close, don’t stop.”
Michael grinned, as if that thought had been anywhere near his mind.  His finger on that narrow base, he shifted it back and forth inside Brian’s body, the warm, hard metal pressing against the prostate again and again.  His eyes drifted over Brian’s face.  The dark eyes were closed, mouth open, his breath coming in short pants.  So beautiful.  Michael kept that thought to himself.

The swift orgasm hit Brian like a volcano, centred in his ass, spiralling up through his belly and groin, finally erupting from his cock, hard and fast.  As he came, he had two names on his lips.

Fetching a warm, wet towel from the bathroom, Michael cleaned Brian up and with infinite care he drew the butt plug out of his best friend’s ass and held it up to study it.  At the deeply felt loss, Brian opened his eyes and Michael caught the sad but thankful glint there.  “You okay?”  It was the first time ever that Michael had said those words after any sexual act.  But… there was something more happening here than he could grasp at the moment, like he was too close, surrounded by it.  He was answered only by a nod.

Picking the phone up from the sheets where it had dropped when he’d lost his grip, Brian found his voice again.  “You still there?”
“Oh yeah, wouldn’t have missed that for the world.”  Brian could hear the happy humour in his voice.  “I’m gonna go now though, leave you in Mikey’s capable hands.”
“Right.”  Brian felt very emotional all of a sudden.  “Vince?”
“Yeah?”
“Best thing anyone’s ever given me.”
“I bet.  G’night, Bri.”
 

Wearing only his underwear, Michael crawled under the duvet and spooned up next to his best friend.  “Who is he?” he murmured softly.  If Brian wanted, he could pretend he was already asleep.
He didn’t.  “His name’s Vince Tyler.  He lives in Manchester, England.”
“England?”  Michael kept his voice quiet and soft.  “Your phone bill is going to be extortionate.”
“He’s worth it.”
Michael realized he could actually hear emotion in Brian’s tone.  “Wow….  You’re….”
Before he could finish, Brian turned in his arms to face him.  He lifted a long finger to Michael’s lips.  “Don’t say it, whatever you were going to say.  Don’t.”
Michael frowned, taking Brian’s hand in his own and holding it loosely.  “I think I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be.”  Leaning forward, Brian dropped a lingering kiss to Michael lips.  “There are things he’s making me realize.”  He breathed the words, almost like he wasn’t ready to say them.

Michael watched Brian close his eyes and snuggle down until his forehead rested against his friend’s.  Michael waited until Brian’s breathing evened out, then he turned onto his back slowly and let that sweaty forehead come to rest on his shoulder.  Dropping a soft kiss into Brian’s hair, he lowered his hand to his erection and masturbated slowly to the heat of the body lying next to him.
 

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