The Next Morning
by elfin
Brian vaguely registered his cell phone ringing before it was pressed into his hand. He cracked open one eyelid to see Michael smiling at him from where he lay on his side, grinning over his shoulder. "Vince," he mouthed.
Brian closed his eyes again, receiving the call and tucking the phone between his ear and the pillow so that he could wrap his arm over Michael. "Are you still in bed?" Brian murmured over the long-distance line.
"Maybe…." There was a glorious tease in the tone that made Brian want to fly across the Atlantic, hunt down that mouth and kiss it until he couldn’t breathe. "I wanted to hear you. Did I ever mention that I love your accent?" Vince sounded only half-awake, and Brian wondered if Stuart had stayed or left.
"So… are you still in bed?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"No."
Brian couldn’t help but feel some disappointment as well as the flare of heat in his body. "So, Stuart finally got his fuck?"
Instead of being angry or offended, Vince giggled, a delicious sound. Brian couldn’t believe the effect that sound had on his cock. "Nah, he’s not getting a shag."
There was more laughter in the background, although not too far in the background. Stuart, Brian guessed. "So why’s he still with you?"
"Do you and Mikey never spend the night together?"
Brian smiled. "He’s with me here."
"He’s looking after you."
"Yeah." Brian tightened his arm over his friend, bringing them closer, Michael’s back to his front. "So… why didn’t he get a fuck, Vince?"
"Cos I don’t want to give him one." Brian could almost picture him pouting.
"Aren’t you horny? Don’t you have a huge morning boner? Hasn’t sharing your bed with a naked, hard man left you desperate for sex?" He could almost hear the change in Vince’s breathing. "Doesn’t Stuart find you hot, like I do? Doesn’t he want to touch every inch of your body with his lips? Take your nipples between his teeth, suck on them while you claw your fingers in his hair and beg for him to fuck you? Doesn’t he need to suck your cock, Vince? Take your whole length into his mouth until he can feel you against the back of his mouth?"
"Christ, Bri…. God…. Stuart…."
Hearing the other man’s name in the same breath as his own enflamed Brian. "What’s he doing to you, Vince? Tell me." Brian took his arm from around Michael, lowering his hand to his burgeoning erection only for Michael’s hand to beat him to it.
"He’s got me in his mouth…." Vince trailed off into a low moan of pleasure that sent shivers down Brian’s spine and into his cock.
"Mikey…. Vince, he’s…."
"He’s what? Bri, please, stay with me." Had Michael not been enticing the most incredible reaction from Brian’s cock, Brian might have heard the fear underlying the desire in the English accent.
"I’m here, Vince, it’s okay, I’m here." His mind wasn’t really on what he was saying. The words just came in response to what Vince was saying to him. But they surprised Michael. He didn’t stop. He’d turned over to watch the play of expressions on Brian’s features as his hand travelled up and down the long, thick cock. To hear Brian be so comforting in this situation was just something else he could love about him. "He’s… got my cock in his fist and he’s… jerking me off in the most… amazing way." He pulled in a deep breath, releasing a low groan. "Vince…." He could hear quiet words being spoken at the other end of the line, what sounded like a kiss.
"Bri… Oh, God…. I’m coming… I’m gonna come. I want you to hear this, want you to hear…." Vince’s words were all Brian needed. He pushed into Michael’s hand, leaning forward to find his friend’s mouth. "Bri…." He ended the almost savage kiss, speeding up his thrusts, feeling Michael’s hand tighten around him. "Bri…."
"I’m here, Vince…. He’s driving me insane, his hand, his mouth…."
"Touch him, Bri, bring him with us."
Brian swallowed hard, eyes locking with Michael’s, silently asking permission as he kicked off the duvet. Michael smirked. "This would mean we’ve had sex," he whispered happily. Brian kissed him again, reaching for his cock.
"I’m stroking him, Vince. Touching him." It was difficult to take everything in at once. Michael’s hand on his cock, his best friend’s chocolate eyes darkening with pleasure, Vince’s heated voice in his ear, caressing him as surely as Michael was.
His cock felt ready to explode, his whole world spiralling down to one sensation, one feeling, one need. "Vince…. Mikey…."
"Bri!" He heard Vince come hard, heard Stuart’s name follow his own. His orgasm hit, and he heard Michael’s cry mingle with the names escaping his own lips.
A minute or so of silence settled over both bedrooms, separated by a thousand miles.
"Bri?"
"Christ, Vince… that was…."
"That was fantastic."
"I feel like I should say more, and that’s rare for me."
"Don’t. Talk to me later, when we’re both alone."
"Vince…."
"Ssh. It’s okay, Bri. Love you." The line went dead.
Brian hesitated, then dropped his cell phone carefully the short distance to the floor. Across the Atlantic, something was happening that was mirroring his own life. Only, it was happening faster. Vince had been taken by surprise when Stuart had gone down on him. He wasn’t to know that for the last two weeks, every time he’d spoken Brian Kinney’s name, Stuart had felt the most overwhelming jealousy he’d ever known. And that he’d finally decided to claim what he believed was rightfully his; Vince’s heart.
Reaching for Michael’s face, Brian touched their lips together, letting the kiss just melt. Michael moved close, sticking them to one another.
"He’s told me twice now that he loves me."
Michael smiled. "And you don’t know how you feel about it?"
"He loves Stuart."
"His Irishman. Was that him there tonight?"
"Yeah. I think… I think that was their first time."
Michael kissed him again, quickly. "And they shared it with you. That’s love, Brian."
Brian sighed, looking down at their naked bodies. "We should shower." Turning over, away from Michael, he dropped his feet to the cold floor. Michael watched him, heart sinking. He hadn’t expected anything from Brian, but to be proved wrong for once would have been nice.
A hand was being held out to him. "Coming?"
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