The Birthday Party
by elfin
 

Brian looked up and saw them, Michael talking with Tracy.  He took a step forward, ready to say the words that would break up the most important friendship in the world to him, hurt the one person he actually, honestly loved.  He felt his throat tighten, his stomach clench.  He felt sick.  How could he do this to Michael?  How could he destroy the trust and love he saw each and every time he looked into those beautiful eyes?

He took another step forward, glancing up at Debbie who was talking to Lindsey.  The mother of his son.  The son he'd refused to give up.  He couldn't do it, when it came to the crunch, and he wasn't sure if he could do this.  Debbie had asked him for one thing, to push Michael away so that he could return to Doctor David, return to a life of dinner parties and weekends in the country.

Something inside him screamed at the injustice.  Why should he give up the only person he really gave a shit about?  He looked around, saw Emmett looking glum - which was unusual - Ted talking to David, Justin talking to some guy he vaguely recognized.  His friends.  Michael's friends.  And they were friends, however much he hated to admit it and liked to pretend otherwise.

And suddenly, the entrapment he'd set himself had closed around him.  For a moment there seemed no way around what he'd planned to do.  And then there was.

Smiling, his heart pounding, he stepped up to where Michael was trying to persuade Tracy to go have a burger with him, to get her out of this den of gay sin.  He slipped an arm around Tracy's shoulders, meeting first her confused gaze and then Michael's terrified one.
"Tracy, glad you could make it!  Listen, I should have warned you.  A lot of Mikey's friends are gay and they're all rather drunk, so if they... you know, make any comments or suggestions, just ignore them."  So simple.  Suddenly the smile on her face became more genuine, and Michael was watching him with a bemused, relieved expression.

So simple.  A few different words and he'd prevented it all from falling apart around him.
 
 

Tracy left early.  She'd had a wonderful time, met some colourful, genuine characters and finally decided that Michael's world was very different from her own.  She still liked him, but perhaps their social lives were too far apart.  Perhaps he was gay, and the rumours were right.  If that was the case, she decided he was a very lucky man.  She'd spotted some gorgeous guys there tonight.

Knowing he was in for it in the morning, and not caring one little bit, Brian found Michael chatting to Justin and Ted.  Closing up behind his best friend, he wrapped his arms around his waist.  He'd been wanting to do it since he'd altered his plan so dramatically over two hours ago.  But he'd needed to wait until Tracy had left.  She'd been the bait in the trap that he hadn't sprung.

He heard and felt Michael giggle as his arms went around the slim body, and sighed as his friend leaned back against him.  Michael was drunk.  But that didn't matter.
"Tracy left," he stated, as if Brian didn't already know, hadn't known her every move in the time she'd been at the party.  He'd been ready to diffuse any situation that looked as if it might set his abandoned plans into motion.  None had arisen, amazingly.
"I know."
"Why did you invite her?"
"Doesn't matter."  Brian dropped his face into Michael's hair, breathing him in.  "She had a good time."
Ted flashed him a rare smile.  "We're all having a good time.  You know how to throw a party, I'll give you that."
Brian smiled, feeling incredibly happy.  “Except Emmett… he’s very….”
“Emmett’s fine.”  It was too fast, spoken almost desperately, and both Michael and Brian noticed.
Michael gave voice to his question.  “What’s going on, Ted?”
“Michael… it’s nothing.”
“It’s something!”
“Enjoy your party.  It’s nothing that won’t wait.”  He smiled once and moved away.  It was Michael’s birthday, he wasn’t going to spoil that.  And as for his deal with Brian, well it didn’t look like their infamous friend was making any moves toward letting Mikey go.

Brian rested his chin on Mikey's head.  He thought he could feel Debbie's eyes boring into his back, and he didn't care.  At that moment, he had everything and he swore to himself that he wasn't going to let it go.  He'd come too close to losing his best friend.  The music slowed, and Brian turned Michael in his arms.  “Dance?”
Frowning, suspicious, Michael tilted his head to one side.  “Why?  What are you up to?”
“I want to dance with the Birthday Boy!  Is that allowed?”
The frown was replaced by a smile.  “Sure.”

They moved together, they always had.  But tonight felt different.  Tonight he was even more aware of Brian’s arms around him, Brian’s body pressed close to his, Brian’s lips on his throat, on his mouth….

Emmett came to stand next to Ted.  “What is he doing?”
“Which one of them?”
“Either.  Both.”
“I have no idea.”  Looking around, Ted spotted Deb talking to David.  “I just hope they have.”
“Do they ever?”

They’d kissed before, more often than either of them could remember.  But never like this.  Brian’s mouth touched Michael’s, hesitating before he parted his lips, tongue flicking out to touch the tip of Michael’s as he accepted and responded to the contact.  Brian deepened the kiss, stroking over Michael’s tongue, tasting him as if for the first time.

He was nervous.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been nervous about kissing a guy.  But this wasn’t any guy, this was Mikey.  His best friend.  His world.  The path he was on now could easily lead to the devastation he’d had planned for tonight.  And this way any damage would be permanent.  But if he had to make a choice, to let him go or draw him closer, he’d made his decision already.  He couldn’t let go.
 

It was gone three before people started to leave.  The last couple of hours had been a blur to Michael.  When they hadn’t been dancing, they’d been drinking, chatting.  Brian hadn’t left his side, had barely taken his arm from around Michael’s waist.  If he was laying some claim to his best friend, finally, he was doing it completely and utterly.  David had left.  Deb and Vic had left.  Debbie had actually corned Brian in one rare moment when Michael had gone to the toilet.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Shaking his head, he took her hands, something he’d never done, and held them.  “I love him,” he stated simply.  “I couldn’t do what you wanted.  I tried, but I couldn’t.”
“So you’re just gonna hurt him some more?”
He leaned forward, touching his lips to her cheek, catching sight of Michael coming out of the sliding bathroom door.  “Don’t worry,” he murmured before stepped away to go to her son.
 

Emmett and Ted stayed until the end, basking in the warmth created by Brian and Michael just being together.  Justin… Justin was watching, not judging, not moving to stop whatever was happening between his lover and the only one in the world that was real competition.  Justin was no match for Michael and he knew it, just as David hadn’t stood a chance when he’d tried to come between them.

Michael and Brian were supposed to be together.  The world had evolved, grown around the two of them.  They’d remained in the centre.  Lovers had come and gone and there had always been Brian and Michael.  Only very recently had Justin and David come into the picture and threatened that.  And tonight, Brian was reclaiming what had always been his; Michael’s heart.
 

Finally alone with their host, Michael stood in the centre of the chaos; balloons, streamers, empty glasses and used condoms everywhere.  Grinning, he watched Brian lock the door.  “I can go.”  He waved his hand about, unsure what the hell to do but happy despite it.
Brian strode to him, wrapped his arms around his waist.  “You’re not going anywhere.”  Leaning down, he captured Michael’s lips, kissing them, trailing a path over Michael’s jaw before returning to his mouth for a long, deep kiss.

Michael’s fingers combed into the short hair at the top of Brian’s neck.  Pulling back, he looked into the dark eyes he knew so well.  “You don’t have to do this,” still smiling, he shook his head.  “I’ve had the best birthday ever, you’ve given me the best gift, despite what Ted and Emmett think.  You don’t have to do anything else for me.”

Edging closer, Brian touched his forehead to Michael’s, mirroring the gesture of his fingers in his hair.  “I wanted you to have the best birthday.  You deserve it.”
Michael blushed, “I don’t….”
“Don’t you dare say you don’t!”  Brian closed his eyes.  He was about to throw it all away, his whole life as it was.  Michael would stand for some extra curricular lovers, but not too many.  He’d had a taste of a long-term relationship and he’d liked it.  The only thing wrong had been the man he’d chosen to have it with.  At least they’d been in agreement on that eventually.  Was he ready to settle down?  Did he have to settle down?

Michael wouldn’t stop him clubbing or going out, it would be the same group of friends.  Michael would probably allow him to bring people home casually now and again – it’s not like they’d be living together, not at first anyway.  The only person he’d have to give up was Justin.  Mikey barely tolerated their closeness as it was.  Could he give up the 17 year old?

Brian opened his eyes, caught Michael licking his full lips, and melted.  Who was he kidding?  Pulling his best friend closer, he rubbed his hardening cock against the distinct bulge in Michael’s trousers.  It wasn’t that they hadn’t been here before, just that they hadn’t been much further.
“Are you sure?” Michael’s quiet voice asked gently.
Brian nodded.  “Are you?”  The expression on his best friend’s face was almost comic.
“Sixteen years and you ask me if I’m sure.”  He angled his face, initiating the kiss that notched them up a gear.

Finding Michael’s hands, Brian led him back towards the platform without breaking the kiss.  He stepped up easily, but Michael tripped.  His mouth slipped from Brian’s, who moaned at the loss, surprising himself.  Wrapping his arms around Michael’s chest, Brian lifted him bodily up, the extra weight and the lack of balance they both lost to alcohol and drugs tonight tipped them backwards and they fell on to the bed.

Several couples had used this bed tonight.  Brian put his face to the sheets and took in a deep breath.  They smelled of sweat and semen.  Not in itself a bad scent at his time of night or rather morning.  But not good enough for Mikey.
“Get up.”

Michael frowned, letting go as Brian struggled to his feet and over to the bathroom.  He was confused.  He heard a cupboard door and then the other man reappeared, fresh sheets in his hands.  “Get up!”
“I thought….”

Dumping the pile of silk to the floor, Brian grabbed the edge of the current sheets and hauled the off the bed, getting them caught around Michael’s stubborn form.  Reaching down, he put his hands on either side of Michael’s chest and tickled mercilessly.  Michael yelled out, grabbing at Brian’s strong fingers, squirming in the man’s grip.  “Okay, okay!”  He slid down off the bed to the hard wooden platform, giggling as he went.  Brian stripped the sheets and grabbing the corners of the fresh one, he billowed it out over the mattress.

“Now….”  Helping Michael to his feet, Brian kissed him passionately, drowning his giggles in a wave of unexpected desire.  They’d known one another so long, Brian hadn’t expected desire.  He’d imagined that fucking Michael would be warm, comfortable.  The aching in his cock and the fierce heat of Michael’s nails up his back through thin black material of his shirt took him by surprise.

They clambered back onto the bed, kissing, fingers tangling in clothing as they fought with buttons and fastenings.  Michael opened Brian’s fly and dug his fingers into his jeans.  The heavy cock jumped against his palm and Brian moaned into his mouth.  That sound alone was worth every minute of the sixteen years he’d waited to turn Brian Kinney to mush.

Skin against skin, flesh against flesh.

Brian found himself caught up in Michael’s body, entranced by every curve, every detail.  He remembered what Mikey had said about David spending time on his nipples, and swore he’d replace that memory with one of himself.  And keep replacing it.

Lying over the slim body, Brian covered the left nipple with his lips, suckling gently, tonguing the bud as it hardened.  Michael’s reaction wasn’t enough.  Parting his lips, Brian took the nipple between his front teeth and bit down slowly.  Michael yelled hard, arching up.  His hands went to Brian’s back and while the fingers of one hand clawed into his hair, the fingers of the other scraped over his shoulder blades.

Brian lifted his head against Michael’s firm hand and smiled, capturing the full lips in a kiss that seared them.  “You like that?”
Michael’s eyes widened.  “Bri….”
Brian grinned and shifted his attention to the other nipple.  Michael was putty in his hands like he had always had been, but this was so much more rewarding than having him watch other conquests.

“Mikey….”  Stripping the rest of the clothes from one another, Brian started at Michael’s feet and kissed his way up the body that had been revealed to him.  Michael reached for his lover and when he couldn’t touch him he clawed his fingers into the loose sheets, arching into Brian’s wet caresses.  Never had he pleasured someone like this.  In Brian Kinney’s world, lovers serviced his needs, not the other way around.  But Michael was different, Michael was special.  This wasn’t a quick fuck, this wasn’t a fuck at all.  His mind caught on that realization.

Getting to Michael’s ribcage, Brian pushed himself up on his hands, looking down at his best friend.  “Mikey….”  He smiled.  “You know, this is my first time.”
Michael lifted himself up to touch his lips to Brian’s mouth.  “Bullshit,” he murmured hotly.
“I’m serious,” his voice dropped to a whisper.  “This is the first time I’ve made love.”
Michael’s grin faded.  He reached up, stroking his hand over Brian’s cheek.  “Do you want to hear it?”  His question was merely a breath, but his heart soared when Brian nodded above him.
“I want to hear you say it.”  Michael pushed himself up for another kiss but Brian lifted himself up further.  “Say it.”
Dropping back to the bed, Michael locked his eyes with his friend’s.  “I love you, Brian.”

Lowering himself to his lover, Brian sealed his mouth over Michael’s.  He’d hadn’t needed to hear the words before, although now and again he’d made him say them.  Tonight was different in every way.  Michael was melting underneath him, letting him claim his kisses as deep as he wanted them.  He loved to kiss and Michael knew it.  So many guys claimed they didn’t, claimed they never kissed strangers.  Who would you kiss if you didn’t kiss strangers?

But as much as their kisses in the past had been of comfort and reassurance, tonight they were lust and desire – sixteen years of waiting.
“I want you, Brian,” Michael managed to tell him.  “I want you inside me, to be a part of me.”  He knew it wouldn’t take long.  His fantasy was becoming reality.

Brian kissed him again, slowly tasting his new lover while he dug the condom and lube from the drawer.  Michael was no virgin, but Brian needed to make this special.  This was their first time, and that made it different.

Michael wantonly parted his thighs, gracefully putting one leg up over Brian’s shoulder.  Brian ran his tongue along from Michael’s ankle to the sensitive skin at the back of his knee, and further, down and around his thigh until he reached his beautiful cock.  Opening his mouth, he took Michael in, swallowing him to the hilt, hands holding his lover to the bed.  Michael bucked into his mouth, groaning long and low.

Sucking as he pulled up the length of Michael’s erection, Brian ignored his lover’s agonized cry when he left his cock and continued downwards.  Sliding his hands down under Michael’s ass, Brian lifted him off the sheets, using his thumbs to part his cheeks and allow his tongue better entry.
“Oh… fuck….”  The bright word issued softly into the room when Brian pushed the wet probe of his tongue into Michael’s anus.

Slowly, Brian licked in and out, pushing more deeply in each time, aiming for but not quite touching, Michael’s prostate.
“Brian!  Please!”  Grinning, Brian dropped Michael back to the bed and tore open a condom packet with his teeth.  He gazed at Michael as he rolled the condom onto his own cock.  There was something different about his best friend lying here, flushed with desire and hard with lust.
“God, Michael, when did you get so damn sexy?”

“Brian!  Stop with the compliments and fuck me!”  Michael was laughing, half-drunk, happier than he’d ever been in his entire life.  Brian wanted in on that joy.  Slowly, making sure he didn’t hurt his lover, he pressed forward into Michael’s body.  Michael found it almost impossible to assist Brian, both his legs over Brian’s shoulders.  All he could do was take a solid hold of his own cock and stroke himself tightly.

Brian was leaning over him, sweat dripping from his forehead, lips swollen.  He was slowly thrusting in and out, circling his hips, driving Michael wild.  Michael could have come from the vision alone, but the reality of Brian inside him was more than he’d ever imagined.  He came hard, muscles clamping around Brian’s cock, pulling him to orgasm suddenly and violently.

“Mikey, Mikey….”  Brian collapsed onto Michael’s body, arms wrapping around his hot lover, clinging to him.  “Christ, Mikey….”
Michael wrapped his arms around Brian loving the feel of still being physically connected to him.  “Jeez.  If I’d known it was going to be like that…”
“…we’d have done this sixteen fucking years ago.”
Brian lifted his head long enough to share a long kiss.  Carefully, he pulled out and shifted off Michael’s body, disposing of the condom before coming back to snuggle into his lover’s side.  Michael was already asleep, the excitement of the night, the alcohol and the best sex of his life finally dragging him into unconsciousness.  Brian wasn’t far behind.

*

(Michael’s journal, next day)

Thinking back on it, there were only two options he had last night.  Pull me closer or push me away.  He made the right choice.
 
 

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