Every Sky Is Blue - Day Six (Part 2)

[j33_3]

Title: Every Sky Is Blue
Author: j33_3
Fandom: Placebo
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Pairing: Molsdal
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stefan takes Brian on a holiday... somewhere Brian hadn't expected...
Author's Note: This is the first really long fic i managed to write. It took me about a year and a half to write, on and off. It doesn't really have a plot as in the supsense sense of the word but it does follow a line and makes sense... I hope :D Oh and the Banana Café is a real place located in Paris.
I divided the fic according to the days in the story, ‘cause LJ wouldn’t take the whole thing. In all, there are 7 days, so 7 parts.



“Stefaaaan?” a female voice called from downstairs half an hour later, making the two men jump.
Stefan freed himself from Brian’s limbs, who was lying sprawled on the bed, dishevelled and his make-up slightly smeared by their unexpected make-out session. Stefan smoothed out his clothes, buttoned his shirt again, took a deep breath to calm himself and cleared his throat before slowly opening the door and yelling back.
“Yes mum??”
“A taxi’s waiting in front of the house, is it for you?”
“Yeah, thanks!!”
He closed the door again and leant back against it, letting his eyelids fall shut for a brief moment in an attempt to slow down his heartbeat. When he opened his eyes again, Brian was standing in front of him, looking like innocence itself, hair back to normal and make-up fixed, holding his jacket in front of his crotch. Stefan smirked, knowing Brian was in the same state as he himself was, and thought a jacket would be a good idea for himself too.
“You ready?”
Brian nodded and took the hand his lover was holding out for him and together they walked down the stairs.
“Awww look at them! Aren’t they lovely?” Agneta cooed, looking at her son and boyfriend adoringly.
His wife’s exclamation had made Fred raise his eyes from the newspaper he didn’t have time to read in the morning and when his gaze landed on his son, his mouth opened slightly. And when he saw Brian, his jaw dropped to the floor.
Brian felt himself blush and he unconsciously squeezed Stefan’s hand harder.
“Since when do you wear pink?” his father asked Stefan, not reproachful, just surprised.
“Fred…” Agneta warned him.
“What? I didn’t know he was wearing pink, that’s all!” he exclaimed back, trying to look innocent.
Brian glanced up at Stefan, expecting to find him looking embarrassed, but to his surprise, his boyfriend was grinning amusedly.
“You were gonna comment on his outfit!” Agneta turned to him, her hands on her hips.
“So? I’m his father, am I not allowed to say anything? You did!”
Agneta just ignored him and went back to gazing lovingly at her son. “So where are you two going tonight?”
“Stockholm,” Stefan grinned at his mum, “I’m taking Brian to a restaurant and then we’ll go dance…” he trailed off, frowning in confusion at his dad who had made his way to Brian and was walking around him, observing a very flushed and embarrassed looking Brian’s clothes closely.
“Isn’t this top for women?” he asked, intrigued.
“Sigfred!!” Agneta exclaimed, outraged.
“Whaaat?? What did I say now?” Stefan’s dad replied, looking exasperated.
Brian’s eyes opened wide, his lips twitching slightly, menacing to form a smile and he had to bite down on his bottom lip to stop the tempting grin. He turned once more to look at Stefan.
“Sigfred?” he mouthed, eyebrows raised, the ghost of a smirk on his face.
“Shh,” Stefan murmured, himself having difficulties not to laugh at his parents’ gentle row. He knew his mum called his dad his full name only when she was really really annoyed, but he knew his dad meant no harm. He cleared his throat loudly. “Uhm, we’ll go now… have a nice evening.”
Agneta immediately stopped lecturing her husband and, her face sweet again, she rose on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on her son’s cheek, then one on Brian’s who looked surprised and blushed.
“Have fun boys.” She smiled and Fred winked at them as they walked past him and out of the house to the taxi.

“Hahaha did you see the look that waitress gave me?!” Brian exclaimed loudly between fits of laughter as they were walking down an animated street. He was holding tightly onto Stefan’s arm who was laughing along.
They had just come out of a posh restaurant where the waiters kept throwing odd glances at Brian, probably pondering whether he was a girl or a boy, and Brian had received a rather shocked and envious look from one of the waitresses.
“She was probably thinking that she’d never manage to look as good as you in this top, even though she’s got the stuff to fill it and you don’t.” Stefan replied and Brian doubled with laughter.
They had admittedly had a little too much to drink already, having found an excellent red wine to go with their delicious meal.
“Where are we going now Steffy?” Brian smiled up at him sweetly, pressing his body closer against the tall man’s side.
“To my fav gay bar,” Stefan grinned.
“Is it far from here?”
“Just a little further down the street…”
Brian looked around himself. The street was bordered by bars, clubs, small restaurants, all of them bearing the rainbow flag. The people walking down the street were a mixture of eccentrics and fashion victims, either boys or girls or from undeterminable gender.
Brian smiled broadly, he felt in his element.
“There it is!” Stefan pointed to a bar a few feet away.
They walked past a restaurant with a huge plastic pirate in front of it and there was the Banana Café. A yellow veranda was advancing upon the street, fake palm trees and coconuts on its roof.
Brian stopped dead and gaped at it. Stefan freed his arm from Brian’s grasp and wrapped it around his lover’s waist instead, making him walk inside the bar with him.
It was rather dark inside, the only source of light being small candles on the tables. Loud soft techno music was blasting out of good quality speakers. Brian let wide eyes wander over the jungle painted walls: thick vegetation and rivers, white lions, monkeys, snakes and other parrots. Poles were disguised as trees with plastic bunches of bananas hanging from them and booths covered with fake leopard skin.
Brian let out a small gasp followed by a giggle. He turned to look at Stefan. “That’s… original…”
Stefan grinned at him and led him to the back of the bar and onto a booth. It was only when they had settled down that he replied. “You like?”
Brian smirked. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to such a place before… I love it!”
“I knew you would,” he winked.
Before they could go further in their conversation, a young waiter came mincing to their table.
“Hiya, what can I get you?” he asked in english, having overheard Stefan’s last sentence. Everything about him was screaming GAAAYYY, especially his very trendy jeans and limp wrists. He was small, thin and had short light brown hair.
“Two Ultra Pink, please.” Stefan replied, smiling back.
The waiter flashed him a bright smile and bounced away, Brian’s eyes fixed on his arse.
“What’s an Ultra Pink?” Brian asked finally, his attention back on his boyfriend once the waiter had disappeared behind the bar.
“Mmm it’s their best cocktail, it’s lush, you’ll see.” Stefan licked his lips and winked.
Sure enough, the waiter was back within the minute, casting meaningful glances at the both of them before hurrying away, his hips swaying effortlessly.
“It’s pink…” Brian stated dumbly.
“Well, you didn’t expect it to be blue with such a name, did you?” Stefan raised an eyebrow, amused.
Brian threw him a look of do-you-think-I’m-that-stupid. “Of course not, I’m just wondering what makes it pink…”
“Have a sip, and you’ll know,” Stefan winked, wrapping his lips around the equally pink straw.
Brian did the same, allowing the liquid to flood his mouth. “Mmm Stef!! That’s so good!!” he exclaimed suddenly, sending Stefan in a small fit of giggles. “What’s it I can taste… champagne?”
Stefan nodded, still grinning widely.
“And uhm…” Brian screwed up his nose in concentration. “Grapefruit juice?”
Stefan nodded once again.
“But there’s something else… something really sweet…”
“Bubble gum syrup,” the swede replied.
Brian stared at him. “Bubble gum syrup? I didn’t even know there was such a thing… but god bless the guy who invented it, ‘cause I’m officially in love with this drink!” he announced loudly.
“Should I be jealous?” Stefan pouted playfully and Brian put his hand on his lover’s hand, leaning closer to him as if to make him a confidence and looked at him reassuringly.
“Don’t worry Steffy, we’ll find a way, I’ll just have to dip you in it for example.”
Stefan snorted and moved forward to plant a small kiss on Brian’s nose. “You silly drunk…”
Brian’s mouth opened with indignation. “I’m not drunk!” he protested but his words were immediately followed by a hiccup. He frowned and then just shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

A few cocktails later, Stefan was having difficulties to keep Brian at a respectable distance. The small man, now completely intoxicated, was giggling and purring in his lover’s ear as his body was pressed against the tall and slender one of the swede.
“Brian…” Stefan pushed his boyfriend away, half reluctantly.
“But Steeeef…” Brian pouted prettily, and Stefan found it even more difficult to resist him, wanting nothing more than to just give in. “Stef…” Brian repeated, leaning closer again, moaning in Stefan’s ear, flicking his tongue at the edge, making his lover shiver. “Stef, I need you…”
Stefan gulped as Brian took hold of his hand, lying it on his crotch.
“See?” Brian whispered, his breath hot on Stefan’s neck. “All ready for you…”
He was indeed rock hard, and this made Stefan uncomfortably aware of the unbearable heat in his own trousers.
“You’re such a tease, Bri…” Stefan swallowed hard. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to behave, I’m not doing this in the middle of a bar.”
Brian’s pout grew bigger, but an evil glint had appeared in his eyes. “Aww Steffy, where has your taste for adventure gone? I remember a time where you were begging me to crawl under the table of a restaurant to please you…” He was now smirking, biting his lip expectantly.
Stefan scratched his nose to try and hide his nervousness, but his shaking hand gave him away.
“Maybe we can find somewhere a bit less crowded…” Brian went on, moving the straw in his glass near his lips to take a sip, and nearly poked his eye out with it in a drunken gesture. “What about there?” he asked, pointing in the vague direction of a leopard paper covered door. “I’ve seen loads of people disappearing in there and coming out a long time later, maybe it’s a fuck room!!” he exclaimed excitedly, his teasing and sensual tone long forgotten. “Come on Steffy!!”
“It’s the toilets, Bri,” Stefan grinned amusedly.
“Pah you’re no fun!”
Brian moved his arm to grab his drink once more but as his eyes were still locked on the door, he only managed to knock his glass and spill its content all over his lap, letting out a surprised squeal.
Stefan tried his best not to laugh but a short snigger escaped him nonetheless. Brian looked up at him, an annoyed pout on his face as he got up, excused himself and rushed to the toilets.

Brian was wiping the sticky liquid off his trousers, thankful he had decided to wear leather tonight for it was way easier to clean than any normal material, as the door opened behind him.
Stefan stepped in the red lit room. He had visited loads of bars and their toilets, but he had never come across any weirder ones than those he was in right now. The walls, though perfectly vertical, looked like they were going in every directions, and everything was made of copper, the red light accentuating the impression of being in the middle of an acid trip.
He saw Brian bent forward, wiping at his black trousers with what must have been toilet paper, unaware of his presence. He had been able to remain sat at their table for no more than a minute before the thought of a horny Brian in deserted toilets nagging at his mind got the better of him and he was standing and rushing to the door.
He stopped behind Brian, grinned and put his hands on the small and gorgeous black leather covered arse, causing his boyfriend to let out a loud squeal and stand upright in a fast movement. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Stefan. The evil grin was soon back on his face.
“What brings you here my dear?” he asked innocently, turning briefly to throw the wet piece of paper into the sink now behind him.
“Well… I…” Stefan started.
“… thought about me alone in here and couldn’t resist joining me?” Brian continued for him in a whisper, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck. He licked his lips temptingly and fluttered his eyelashes prettily.
“Something along those lines…” Stefan grinned and before Brian knew what was happening, he had grabbed him around the waist and pushed him into one of the empty cubicles, slamming the door shut behind them with his foot.

There was the sound of a few giggles, hushed voices, ruffling, a zipper being pulled up, a short moan and lips parting and a door was pulled opened and a very flushed Brian came stumbling out of the cubicle, clutching his lover’s hand, still giggling.
He stopped dead though as his eyes fell upon a young man standing in front of the sink, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, staring at the both of them.
Brian raised his eyebrows before flashing him a bright smile and waving at him. “Hiya darling!” he exclaimed, uncaring of the look of shock on the young man’s face who had obviously come in the room at a very inappropriate moment.
Stefan laughed and winked at the boy, his hands on Brian’s hips as they both walked out of the toilets, or the ‘fuck room’ as Brian seemed very inclined to call it, and back to their table.
Their activity in the ‘fuck room’ had sobered them up considerably, and Brian was already waving to the cute waiter, gesturing for him to bring them the same once more. When the waiter gave a nod, indicating he had caught on what Brian was asking, the latter turned to Stefan and planted a huge kiss on his cheek.
“I love you.”
Stefan smiled at him, sliding his arm around the narrow shoulders and pulling Brian close to him. “I love you too,” he replied and kissed the black haired head now resting on his shoulder.
“T’was fun.” Brian lifted his face, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “I knew you didn’t lose your taste for adventure after all…”
Stefan poked his tongue out at him, giggling as Brian’s lips closed around it and he started to suck on it.
Brian let out a little moan and pulled away, biting his lip. “You’re awfully sexy tonight Stef, how am I supposed to stop touching you?”
“Why would you want to stop touching me?” Stefan asked innocently.
Another evil smirk appeared on Brian’s face. “Oh so it means I can continue doing this?” he moved his hand that was under Stefan’s shirt down to the jeans covered crotch, rubbing hard.
Stefan gasped and shifted uncomfortably on the booth.
“You haven’t had enough?” he asked, amused, but had to inhale deeply as the small hand continued moving.
“Me? Never…” Brian winked.
“Here you go,” came a sudden voice.
Brian jerked his hand away quickly as the waiter put their two glasses on the table, casting them a knowing look that made the both of them blush madly and they immediately focused on drinking their cocktails, avoiding each other’s eyes.

“Do you think he noticed?” Brian eventually asked after draining half of his drink.
“Uh? Who?” Stefan frowned, finally looking at Brian.
“Mincy.”
Stefan’s right eyebrow rose high on his forehead. “Eh?”
Brian faked an annoyed sigh. “Mincy… the waiter…” Realising the confused look on his boyfriend’s face wasn’t going away, he continued. “Can’t you see the way he’s mincing when walking and all?”
Stefan stared at him for a few seconds before breaking into a large grin. “You’re mad…” he giggled, shaking his head.
Brian poked his tongue out, relaxing finally now that the embarrassment between them had vanished.
“Stef darling, didn’t you say this place was also a club? I can’t see anyone dancing… I don’t even see a dancefloor…” Brian asked with a small whine, casting a teasing and sheepish look at his lover.
“Yeah I did. It’s in the basement.” Stefan nodded towards a staircase next to the bar.
“Ooh excellent!!” Brian clapped his hands excitedly and rose to his feet so fast he nearly knocked the table over. “Come on Steffy, let’s go!! I wanna dance dance dance!!” he said in a sing song, swinging his hips softly.
Stefan smiled and got up and, wrapping his arm around his lover’s narrow waist, he led him towards and down the stairs.

Brian stopped dead as the dance room came into sight. His eyes opened wide as saucers and his lips parted with a squeal. He grabbed Stefan’s hand and dragged him through the many people to the centre of the dancefloor.
“I loooove this song!!!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Come on Steffy boy, move your gorgeous body!” He looked up at his lover, grinning and licking his lips as his hands found their way to the Swede’s hips.
“You must be joking, Bri…” Stefan looked sceptical. He was standing there in front of Brian, totally immobile, looking slightly disgusted at the sound coming out of the speakers and that Brian dared to call ‘music’.
“Aww but Steffy, please, for me?” Brian pouted up at him, his hands snaking higher up his lover’s body.
He started moving his hips suggestively against Stefan’s, following the rhythm of the music and doing his best to make Stefan move with him.
“Brian, how can you dance on this? It’s fucking Destiny’s Child! Steve would kill you if he was here!” Stefan exclaimed, his hips swaying lightly despite himself.
“Yes, but he’s not here… so come on lover boy, show me what you can do with that sexy body of yours…” Brian purred, throwing poor Stefan a lust-laden look.
“Bootylicious…” Stefan mumbled to himself, shaking his head. “What I wouldn’t do for you…” he sighed, amused in spite of himself.
He eventually gave in to Brian and started to move in rhythm with him.

One hour and half and quite a few shots of vodka later, Stefan was happily dancing to the sound of the Pussycat Dolls.
“See Steffyyy,” Brian slurred, “ss’goood!!”
Stefan giggled and shook his head frantically. “No no no, ’ss craaap!! Real crap. But tis fun to dance to hehe!!”
Brian blinked at him a few times before collapsing against the tall man’s chest, his small body shaken by his own giggles.
“Steffy you’re so pished!”
“So’s you my lil darling ladyboy! So’s you!”
Suddenly, Brian became silent and he started tugging at Stefan’s sleeve, nodding in the direction of the bar, a look of awe over his flushed face.
“Oh my god!! Steffy look!!!”
“Eh? Whaaa?”
“There!!” Brian threw his hand in the vague direction of what had caught his attention.
Stefan turned around, staring and blinking, trying to spot what had brought this sudden change in his lover.
“Can’t you see ‘em?? Steffy!! Pole dancers!!!” Brian squealed and started bouncing, a toothy grin covering his excited face.
“Ooh yeah hehehe!!” Stefan giggled drunkenly. “Yummy muscled latinos!! Ow!!”
Brian slapped his boyfriend’s arm lightly and pouted up at him.
“Aww but you know muscles are nothing compared to a small, thin and pale body like yours.” Stefan winked down at Brian, leaning down to kiss the gorgeous pouty lips.
Brian beamed up at him as he pulled away and buried his face in the taller man’s chest, making Stefan laugh softly.
Together, they gazed at the pole dancers for a while, before Brian suddenly jerked his head away, looking up in Stefan’s eyes with a wicked grin.
“Steffyyy?”
Stefan frowned in apprehension and answered carefully. “Yesss?”
“You love me?” Brian smiled sweetly, but the evil glint didn’t leave his eyes.
Stefan was more and more scared of what his boyfriend had in mind. “‘Course I do… W-why do you ask that?”
“‘Cause then you can do something for me?” Brian’s hands teasingly trailed down Stefan’s sternum to his chest and stomach and lower. “Can you?”
Stefan gulped as the small hand reached its destination. “What you want me to do?”
“I want you to…” Brian’s lips found their way to his lover’s neck, kissing and suckling on the soft skin, his tongue licking up to his ear, his lips wrapping around the earlobe. “… to go up on one of those platforms and dance for me…”
Stefan moaned and his eyelids fluttered closed before the penny dropped and he realised what Brian had asked him. He pulled away and stared down at the little devil in front of him.
“No fucking way!!”
The pout immediately found its way back to Brian’s face. “Oh but Steffy!! You’re pissed, you won’t remember in the morning… Pretty please…”
“That’s exactly why I won’t do it! Fuck knows what I could be up to up there…” he grimaced.
“But… but…” Brian’s lower lip pushed out even more and he gazed up in his lover’s eyes with his own puppy ones. “You do it in front of thousands of people during each gig… why can’t you do it here… for me?? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?”
Stefan was growing uncomfortable in front of his pouting boyfriend. He knew he could rarely resist such a look, plus his arguments added to the location of the small hands on his body were quite convincing…
“Ok ok,” he sighed. “I’ll go… to one condition…”
Brian’s face broke in to a wide grin. “Anything darling!!”
“You come with me.” It was Stefan’s turn to smirk at the look on the singer’s face.
“Err…”
“So?”
“But… Steffy, if… if I go on there with you, I… I…” he tried desperately to find an excuse. “I won’t be able to admire your gorgeous body moving and swaying just for me!”
“You’ll have to find something else honey…” Stefan grinned evilly.
“I’ll be your slave all night!!” Brian looked at Stefan hopefully.
“You promised that already!”
Brian opened his mouth to reply but he was short of excuses. “Argh! Ok, you win!” he pouted but a small smirk soon replaced the pout. “You are aware that if we both go up on one of those platforms, it will end up in a live porn show?”
Stefan raised an eyebrow amusedly. “Is that so? You seem to have a high opinion of yourself Mr Molko…”
“Wanna bet?” Brian poked his tongue out, his hand moving to squeeze Stefan’s arse.
Stefan let out a tiny squeal in spite of himself and glanced around him, blushing slightly, to make sure nobody had heard him. His gaze locked itself back onto Brian’s and he smiled slowly. “Ok.”
Brian stared at him for a moment, a small grin playing on his lips which were being tortured by his teeth. He eventually released them, soothing them with his tongue as his grin grew wider. “Alright, let’s go then… let’s show those ‘yummy muscled Latinos’ what we’re able to do!”
With that, he grabbed Stefan’s hand in his and fought his way through the crowd of sweaty men dancing and groping and kissing (among other things) on the dance floor until he reached one of the poles. He waved at the guy dancing on the podium, eventually succeeding in attracting his attention. The guy who was dressed in nothing but a leopard thong (at which Stefan was staring with interest) bent down to hear what Brian had to say. Brian put his hand on the side of the guy’s face and screamed something in his ear over the music. The guy pulled away enough to look at him and grinned, then he glanced at Stefan and laughed before jumping off his podium.
Stefan grimaced and turned to stare after him as he walked away, still laughing.
“What did you tell him?” he asked, eyeing his boyfriend suspiciously.
Brian looked back, the perfect image of innocence. “Me? Nothing…”
“Yeah right…”
Brian just smiled sweetly before climbing on the podium… or rather trying to. The poor man was jumping but he could do whatever he wanted he couldn’t get on the shoulder-high podium. He eventually looked at Stefan, a small pout covering his lips. “Help me?” he whined playfully.
Stefan laughed and shook his head, amused. He slipped his hands under Brian’s arms, causing this one to squirm a bit as it tickled and lifted him off the floor, sitting him on the podium. Brian giggled childishly before leaning down to kiss Stefan’s nose. He got on his feet just as his boyfriend was joining him on the podium in one easy jump.
They remained still for a moment, silently gaping at the people dancing under them, a mini ocean of arms and heads moving together to the rhythm of the music. Slowly, they turned to face each other and they shared a shy smile and a giggle.
“This is awkward…” Brian said, blushing for some odd and unknown reason.
Stefan smiled and nodded. “Not the teasing bitch you are on dry land, uh?”
“Fuck you!” Brian laughed. “This is only a podium you bastard!”
Stefan poked his tongue out, fending off his boyfriend’s attempt at tickling him. Holding the frail wrists in his strong hands, he pushed them in Brian’s back, rendering him helpless. Brian tried to wriggle free but Stefan tightened his grip on him, pulling their bodies closer against each other. Brian smirked up at him, the evil glint back in his eyes. The mere sight of this was all Stefan needed to lean down and capture the slightly swollen lips in his own.
They shared a rather heated kiss, Brian eventually managing to free his hands. He didn’t pull away though. Pushing his tongue deeper into his lover’s warm mouth, he immediately let his hands disappear under the thin pink shirt to explore the familiar hot and sweaty skin. He felt Stefan moan in the kiss and push his crotch to Brian’s. Brian groaned and broke the kiss, gasping for air.
They grinned at each other and only then noticed the few faces staring up at them, some amused, some apparently horny, some licking or biting their lips and some seeming to encourage them to go on.
Brian, as the true little devil he was, grabbed the pole and greatly enjoyed teasing the shit out of the people in the room as well as his own boyfriend. He went on dancing up, down and around the pole for a little while until he noticed Stefan’s lustful eyes upon him, roaming all over his body. He let go of the pole and stepped back in front of him, still dancing, looking up in his eyes as innocently as he could with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
Before Brian could do or say anything, Stefan had grabbed his boyfriend’s neck and pulled him into a violent and hungry kiss. Brian gasped in surprise, both at the intensity of the kiss and at the fact it wasn’t him initiating it. He threw his hands around the tall man’s neck and spread his legs enough to allow Stefan to push one knee between them.
Slowly, languorously, their bodies started moving together, following the beats of the music and they heard people cheer. Brian moaned as Stefan’s lips left his own for his neck and, gasping, he made Stefan notice that he had been right.
“See? *gasp* I told you - mmm fuck, Stef… - told you it’d end up - uuh - like this…”
“You’re right…” Stefan stepped back, grinning at Brian’s dumbfounded expression, “we’d better stop here or I won’t be able to resist the temptation of…” he didn’t finish his sentence, preferring to leave it to his lover’s great imagination.
Indeed, a dirty smirk immediately replaced the pout on Brian’s lips. “You just wait, you horny boy!” he giggled and winked suggestively before taking hold of Stefan’s hips and resuming their dancing.

They had remained on this pole for a good more hour, just dancing together and generally teasing people and enjoying themselves. When things had become a bit too out of control, they had decided it’d be better for them and their reputation to go back down where they’d be hidden by all the other dancers. After all, even in such a club, it would be a bit awkward to find yourself with your boyfriend’s hand down your pants as dozens of eyes were staring at your every move. So Brian had gathered all his will-power to prevent Stefan from opening his trousers and had pulled him down to the dancefloor and dragged him to the toilets… again.
And now they were dancing together to a slow song, Brian’s head resting on Stefan’s chest, his eyes closed, slowly breathing in his lover’s scent as the taller man had his arms tightly wrapped around the small figure pressed against him.
“Mmm,” Brian moaned softly as he rubbed his cheek against the smooth fabric of Stefan’s shirt. He turned his head slightly to press a small kiss on his lover’s skin just above the first closed button before resting his head back where it was a second before.
“Feeling good?” Stefan asked, his hand moving up Brian’s back to disappear in the singer’s hair, stroking it gently.
“Mmhmm…” Brian’s arms tightened around Stefan’s waist and he snuggled closer into him, whispering a “love you.”
Stefan smiled, looking down at his boyfriend dozing off on his chest. He placed a small kiss on his forehead, sending a smile to Brian’s lips. The singer pulled his head up and opened his eyes with difficulty, looking up at Stefan, silently asking for a kiss which the Swede gave him with pleasure.
“You wanna go home?” he asked in a gentle tone when they pulled away.
Brian smiled and nodded, rubbing his eyes and taking his boyfriend’s hand for him to lead him to the exit.

The fresh air outside woke Brian up a little and he attached himself to Stefan’s neck, kissing and biting his soft skin as the bassist called a taxi.
“I thought you were tired?” Stefan held him close, laughing as the small teeth were grazing his skin.
“Mm not anymore…” came the muffled reply. Brian licked the red marks he had just made and let his tongue travel up to his lover’s ear, wrapping his lips around his earlobe, causing Stefan to sigh and bite his own lip. “Plus I have to keep my promise…”
“What promise?”
Brian looked up at him with a kinky smirk. “I promised I’d be your slave all night if we’d come here by taxi and you’d get pissed… we did, you did, so I’ll keep my word,” he ended with a wink.
“You’re not exactly acting like my slave right now…” Stefan raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming on his lips.
“That’s ‘cause you’re not a very good master Steffy…” Brian poked his tongue out and went back to burry his face in his lover’s neck, sucking hard on his already swollen skin.
Stefan slapped his small leather covered arse, causing its owner to squeal in surprise. “You want me to go all dom on you in the middle of the street?” he asked, amused.
“Well…” Brian trailed off, pondering the question. “Could be interesting, don’t you think?”
Stefan just shook his head, laughing.
“What? You’re not up for any more experiences tonight honey?” Brian kept on teasing his lover. “When I say I’ll do everything, I mean… absolutely everything…” he finished, whispering close to Stefan’s ear, flicking his tongue at it.
“I don’t doubt about that for a single second Bri, but you see… our taxi’s here.” Stefan stated, faking to ignore Brian’s advances.
“Aww Steffy you’re so cruel!” Brian half whined half giggled as he followed the Swede towards the car.
“It’s Master for you little one!” Stefan exclaimed, playfully pushing his lover inside the car, his imagination already making up plans for when they’d be home…

About 45 minutes later the taxi pulled over in the dark and quiet alley. Stefan was pulled out of his reverie by the driver announcing him they had arrived and he looked down at Brian who had fallen asleep on his lap. He ran a hand through the soft black locks and gently called his name in order to wake him up.
Brian slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before they widened in realisation of where they were.
“We’re home already?”
“Uh-huh,” Stefan vaguely answered as he paid the driver and opened the door. “You fell asleep as soon as we got in the outskirts of the city.”
“Aww I’m sorry…” Brian pouted at him, “I’m not a very good slave…”
Stefan gave a small laugh and winked at him. “Don’t worry hun, the night’s not over yet…”
Brian beamed up at him as he stepped out of the car after Stefan, taking his hand, and together they started making their way towards the front door.
They hadn’t taken more than three steps on the gravel when the outside light was turned on and the door pulled open quite sharply. The two men stopped dead in their tracks, looking in surprise at the silhouette of Stefan’s mother in the doorway.
“Mum?” Stefan frowned, wondering why the hell his mother was still up at such an insane hour of the night, or rather morning.
“Thank God you’re finally back!” she exclaimed as she came running to them. “I tried calling you all night but I couldn’t get through to your phone, and you obviously forgot yours here Brian!”
“Mum, calm down!” Stefan put his hands on her shoulders, trying to ease off his mother’s agitation, confused and a bit worried at her behaviour.
“What’s going on?” Brian asked, equally worried by the look on her face.
“Well, it started with your phone ringing Brian. First I let it ring of course, I wouldn’t touch it ‘cause it’s yours you know, I don’t want you to think I-”
“Mum, please…” Stefan interrupted her.
“Yes, sorry, so as I was saying, your phone was ringing, and it wouldn’t stop, for over half an hour, so I thought that since they wouldn’t stop calling, maybe I should answer it…”
Brian nodded, unaware of the fact he was clutching Stefan’s hand more and more tightly as Agneta was talking. “And? Who was it?”
“It was from England, first I didn’t really understand, the woman was speaking so fast and she sounded so agitated…” Another glance from her son reminded her to go for the essential. “Anyway, it was one of your bandmate’s relatives, Steve is his name, right?”
“Steve?!” Brian and Stefan both exclaimed at the same time.
“What happened?!” Brian asked, his voice shaking slightly, expecting the worst.
“She said he had an accident, she didn’t sound very clear, I didn’t understand it all, she didn’t make much sense. All I got was that he had been taken to the hospital.”
“And is he… is he ok?” Stefan asked, his voice hoarse.
“She didn’t tell me.”
“Didn’t you ask?” Stefan exclaimed, staring at his mother in exasperation.
“I told you she didn’t make much sense, now that I think of it, she might have been drunk…”
“Fuck…” Brian muttered to himself and looked at Stefan with big eyes. “What’re we gonna do?”
Stefan didn’t answer, he just searched his pockets for his mobile, eventually taking it out. He looked at the blue screen illuminating the night with its faint light. 23 missed calls. “Shit… must be bad if they wanted to get in touch with us so bad…”
Brian bit his lip at his lover’s comment, feeling a huge knot forming in his guts. “Stef…”
Stefan turned to him at last. He sighed as he saw the look of deep worry on his face and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.
“What are we gonna do?” Brian asked once again.
“I guess we’re going home tomorrow, Steve needs us.”
Brian nodded against the tall man’s chest, holding him tight, trying to forget his fear.
“Your father already called the airport.” The two men jumped slightly as Agneta’s voice cut through the silence, having totally forgotten she was there. “He booked you a flight for tomorrow morning, at 10. He’ll be driving you there.”
Brian and Stefan looked at her. Stefan nodded, giving her a small thankful smile whereas Brian threw himself at her, holding her tight.
“Thank you,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
She smiled softly and patted his back before he let go of her. “Now go to bed, you need to get some sleep before you leave.” And with that she turned away and walked back inside the house, soon followed by the two lovers who were still holding hands tightly.

A while later, Brian was pacing their bedroom, unable to stay still. Their belongings had been quickly packed, leaving the two worried men with nothing to busy their minds.
“Brian, stop it, you’re making me dizzy.” Stefan sighed, his head in his hands, softly rubbing his temples.
Brian stopped in the middle of the room and looked at his lover sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. “I’m sorry but I can’t help it…” he murmured and walked to the window, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. He looked at the stars for a while, a heavy silence replacing the sound of his agitated steps.
Lost in his thoughts, Brian didn't notice Stefan getting up and walking over to stand behind him. The bassist gently laid his hands on his boyfriend's tense shoulders, the singer instantly leaning back against his chest, sighing deeply as he closed his eyes. Stefan moved his fingers in a soothing pattern. "I know," he finally replied. "I'm worried too."
Brian turned around and wrapped his arms around Stefan's chest, burying his face into the Swede's chest. It was Stefan's turn to sigh as he let his gaze wander out the window, softly stroking his boyfriend's hair and holding him tight.