Only The Good Die Young
Title: Only The Good Die Young
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just having a little fun
Summary: Michael and Brian's reaction to Patrick Swayze's death. He was a crush of theirs after all!!
A/N: Patrick Swayze will definitely be missed for his many talents. Another good one gone too soon.
Also... this is dedicated to ryosato who so kindly asked in a post earlier today for someone to write this. Hope I did some justice.
Enjoy and remember, I am never opposed to all you lovelies leaving me comments!! Please be kind though as the muses have just returned and are a little rusty <3
“Brian! Brian!” Michael pounded on the heavy loft door. “For fuck’s sake Bri, open the door.”
The lock clicked open and the metal door rode across the track. “Where’s the fucking fire?”
Michael pushed passed Brian and flopped himself onto the couch. Brian quirked an eyebrow at him, not sure what was happening here.
“Mikey are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to guess? My suggestion is that you tell me because I’m not in the mood for fucking games.”
“He’s dead.”
“Who’s dead?”
“Patrick Swayze. He died last night.” Michael said sadly.
“Oh.”
“Oh? I tell you that the man we’ve had the longest crush on dies and all you can say is oh?”
“Michael, what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know. Feel bad or something. I mean don’t you feel the least bit sad by it?”
“It’s not like we knew him or hung out with him or even fucked him for that matter. Why are you taking this so hard?”
“Here.” Michael said, as he handed him a large envelope.
“What the hell is this?”
“Just open it.”
Brian opened the flap and pulled out an old magazine. The sight of it instantly brought back a flood of memories. He hadn’t seen it in years and it looked the same except for the corners were a little dog-eared. He flipped opened the pages and, as if the magazine had memory, it stopped on that hot picture of a young Patrick Swayze. Brain stood still for a moment then flopped down beside Michael. “Shit. I forgot how hot this picture was.”
“Yeah I know.”
Brian leaned forward and reached for the small wooden box on the coffee table. He opened it up and pulled out a joint. He leaned back, lit it up and inhaled deeply. After a few deep drags, he passed it over to Michael, who welcomed the numbing smoke.
The two of them sat there for a while staring at the picture, reminiscing, while the weed was taking effect.
Brian put his hand on Michael’s leg. “Hey Mikey, do you remember when we would sit in your room and look at this picture for hours?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember the time when we sat there and we were getting all turned on by the sight of him?” he asked as his hand slid up Michael’s thigh until it rested on his crotch.
“Brian what are you doing?” Michael raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, maybe we can finally finish what was started all those years ago. You know, as a tribute to the great Swayze.”
“Brian, I….” He was silenced by smooth lips for a moment but then quickly pulled away. “Brian. I can’t do this to Ben.”
“I know, but I thought I’d give you one last chance Mikey.” He smirked.
Michael gave him one of those looks and shook his head at him. He grabbed the magazine back and took a good look at it. “It really is sad you know. It’s like a part of our past has died.”
“No Michael, he died not our past. Nothing can ever take those memories away from us.” Brian looked over at the picture again. “You know it’s true what they say.”
“What’s that?” Michael turned to face him.
“Only the good die young.”
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just having a little fun
Summary: Michael and Brian's reaction to Patrick Swayze's death. He was a crush of theirs after all!!
A/N: Patrick Swayze will definitely be missed for his many talents. Another good one gone too soon.
Also... this is dedicated to ryosato who so kindly asked in a post earlier today for someone to write this. Hope I did some justice.
Enjoy and remember, I am never opposed to all you lovelies leaving me comments!! Please be kind though as the muses have just returned and are a little rusty <3
“Brian! Brian!” Michael pounded on the heavy loft door. “For fuck’s sake Bri, open the door.”
The lock clicked open and the metal door rode across the track. “Where’s the fucking fire?”
Michael pushed passed Brian and flopped himself onto the couch. Brian quirked an eyebrow at him, not sure what was happening here.
“Mikey are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to guess? My suggestion is that you tell me because I’m not in the mood for fucking games.”
“He’s dead.”
“Who’s dead?”
“Patrick Swayze. He died last night.” Michael said sadly.
“Oh.”
“Oh? I tell you that the man we’ve had the longest crush on dies and all you can say is oh?”
“Michael, what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know. Feel bad or something. I mean don’t you feel the least bit sad by it?”
“It’s not like we knew him or hung out with him or even fucked him for that matter. Why are you taking this so hard?”
“Here.” Michael said, as he handed him a large envelope.
“What the hell is this?”
“Just open it.”
Brian opened the flap and pulled out an old magazine. The sight of it instantly brought back a flood of memories. He hadn’t seen it in years and it looked the same except for the corners were a little dog-eared. He flipped opened the pages and, as if the magazine had memory, it stopped on that hot picture of a young Patrick Swayze. Brain stood still for a moment then flopped down beside Michael. “Shit. I forgot how hot this picture was.”
“Yeah I know.”
Brian leaned forward and reached for the small wooden box on the coffee table. He opened it up and pulled out a joint. He leaned back, lit it up and inhaled deeply. After a few deep drags, he passed it over to Michael, who welcomed the numbing smoke.
The two of them sat there for a while staring at the picture, reminiscing, while the weed was taking effect.
Brian put his hand on Michael’s leg. “Hey Mikey, do you remember when we would sit in your room and look at this picture for hours?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember the time when we sat there and we were getting all turned on by the sight of him?” he asked as his hand slid up Michael’s thigh until it rested on his crotch.
“Brian what are you doing?” Michael raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, maybe we can finally finish what was started all those years ago. You know, as a tribute to the great Swayze.”
“Brian, I….” He was silenced by smooth lips for a moment but then quickly pulled away. “Brian. I can’t do this to Ben.”
“I know, but I thought I’d give you one last chance Mikey.” He smirked.
Michael gave him one of those looks and shook his head at him. He grabbed the magazine back and took a good look at it. “It really is sad you know. It’s like a part of our past has died.”
“No Michael, he died not our past. Nothing can ever take those memories away from us.” Brian looked over at the picture again. “You know it’s true what they say.”
“What’s that?” Michael turned to face him.
“Only the good die young.”