Every Sky Is Blue - Day Six (Part 1)

[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.


When Brian woke up the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. He sat up, the bed sheets falling onto his lap, leaving his chest bare. He shivered slightly and rubbed his eyes, looking all around him. He pouted as he realised Stefan wasn’t in the room.
He noticed the locket resting open on the bedside table and smiled at the thought of Stefan looking at it while he was sleeping.
He reached out to take it in his hand and flopped back down on the mattress, rolled on his front and propped himself up on his elbows. He looked at the picture inside the locket and smiled softly. He chose that particular picture of them because it was kinda summarising their relationship: Stefan loving him with all his heart and soul, taking care of him, and Brian feeling so safe and comfortable with him.
He sighed happily and put the locket back where he had found it and got up. He poked his head out of the window to have an idea of what the weather was like in order to decide what to wear and he grinned as the sun caressed his face and he started whistling with the birds.
Once ready, he wandered down the stairs in search of his lover, missing his presence already. The house was deadly quiet and empty. And it’s only when Brian reached the kitchen that he heard the sound of children laughter, mixed with very familiar giggles.
He walked to the open door and there was his lover, lying in the grass with Evan and Livi on top of him, tickling him mercilessly. Brian grinned and leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them silently.
Stefan was so great with children, he always knew how to talk to them, how to make them laugh and have fun with them. Brian was envious of that, he himself wasn’t that good with kids, rather shy and clumsy, and they usually didn’t like him anyway, so it didn’t really matter. The only child he was very close to and able to have fun with was Emily, he loved her to bits, and she seemed to love him just as much.
He sighed and waved at Stefan who had just noticed him standing there and was begging him to come and help him getting rid of the munchkins, his pleas interrupted by giggles and Swedish exclamations.

He made his way to them and when they saw him arrive, the kids stopped tickling Stefan and got off him, looking up at Brian silently.
Brian blushed and felt quite uncomfortable. He grabbed Stefan’s hand and helped him up, smiling at him weakly. Stefan smoothed his clothes, taking off some grass that was sticking to his trousers and smiled back at Brian.
“Morning beautiful,” Stefan said softly before stepping closer to his lover and wrapping his arm around his small frame.
Brian sighed and relaxed against the warm familiar body, closing his eyes. “Mmm morning,” he replied before raising on his tiptoes for a good morning kiss.
Brian broke away blushing as he heard giggles from the ground, and he noticed both Evan and Livi grinning up at him. He cleared his throat and looked back at an amused Stefan.
“Where is everybody anyway?”
Stefan’s face darkened. “They all went to my great-grandfather’s funeral…”
“Oh… I’m sorry…” Brian ran his fingertips down his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Ah that’s ok, I didn’t know him that much anyway,” Stefan smiled, reassuring Brian that he was ok.
“But why aren’t you there as well?” Brian asked after a while, frowning.
“Someone had to take care of the kids, Nic didn’t want them to come, they’re too young for that.” Brian nodded in agreement. “Anyway, what about some breakfast?” Stefan grinned and turned to the kids who started running to the kitchen.
As Stefan took a few steps towards the house, Brian quickly caught his wrist, pulling him back to him. He wrapped his arms around the tall man’s neck and pulled his head down a bit to meet his lips. He licked at them teasingly before pushing his tongue between them. Stefan sighed and snaked his arms around Brian’s small waist, drawing him closer until their hips collided. Brian let out a small surprised squeal and pushed his tongue further into his lover’s mouth, kissing him hungrily.
Just as Brian’s hands were slipping under Stefan’s shirt, a loud crash came from the kitchen, making them both jump and pull away from each other.
“Fuck!” Stefan exclaimed and ran to the kitchen, to find Livi sitting on the floor in the middle of pans of all sizes with Evan laughing his arse off next to her.
“What the f-“ Stefan stopped just in time. “What are you doing??”
Evan laughed even more at the look of pure innocence on his sister’s face as she gestured to the pans and fridge, then at her stomach which growled at this very moment. Stefan just had to laugh.
“Ah Livi,” he shook his head, still laughing, and bent down to gather the little girl in his arms and carried her to a chair at the kitchen table.
Brian had joined them a little while before and was looking at them, amused. He moved to sit in front of Livi and Evan as Stefan put random things on the table. Cereals, milk, toasts and other things as well as bowls and cutlery.
It didn’t take long before milk soaked cereals came flying through the air, most of it landing on Brian’s top and face. Brian froze, his spoon half way to his mouth, his lips parted. He slowly raised his gaze from his bowl to the kids in front of him, biting their lips trying not to laugh.
Brian slowly put his spoon down and got up, doing his best to remain as calm as possible. He gave them a wide fake smile and silently made his way upstairs to the bathroom.
“Aaaaaargh!!” he groaned in frustration as soon as the door had closed behind him. “Bloody kids!” He took his top off and threw it in the washing basket before turning to the mirror. He rolled his eyes at his reflection, cereals in his hair, some milk dripping down his face. He sighed and lowered his head in the sink, washing his hair quickly.
He allowed himself some minutes to breath deeply, cooling down and putting on a new top before walking back downstairs.
He laughed ironically when he saw the kids acting all angel like with Stefan, but inside he could have shot himself. He took one more deep breath, putting on a smile as he joined them.
“Oh Bri, you’re back, good,” Stefan said as he quickly got up and went to put his bowl in the sink.
Brian looked at him sceptically. “You’re in a hurry?”
Stefan stopped his movements and looked back at him, seeming embarrassed. “Well, you see… I have to go…”
“What do you mean you have to go?” Brian frowned.
“Well, I gotta go to that funeral, you know…” Stefan answered, trying not to grin.
Brian stared at him carefully. “But you said the kids couldn’t go…”
“Yes…”
“…”
It was more and more difficult for Stefan to keep a straight face as he was waiting for realisation to kick in. But Brian was still staring at him quietly, the frown not leaving his face. Until…
Brian’s eyes and mouth widened and he shook his head. “No fucking way!!!”
“Brian…” Stefan grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside before the beginning of the outburst.
“I’m not staying here alone with them!!” Brian exclaimed, staring at Stefan as if he was insane.
“Why not?” Brian opened his mouth but Stefan didn’t give him the time to reply. “Brian, I really need you to look after them today, my family needs me at the funeral, please do that for me. It won’t take too long, only a few hours, I’ll come back as soon as I can, I promise.”
Brian sighed and looked down. “But…”
“You’ll be alright Brian.”
“How can you say that?” Brian looked back up in Stefan’s eyes. “You know I’m crap with children, they don’t like me, as you can see with what happened a few minutes ago. I have no authority, and… they piss me off as well.” Brian grimaced.
Stefan laughed softly. “Yeah, but some love you, just look at Emily, she adores you, and you’re great with her, just act like yourself, and everything will be fine. Just don’t show them you’re shy or scared or whatever you are… they can be little devils, but they’re real sweeties as well, trust me.”
Brian kept quiet, pouting up at his boyfriend.
Stefan smiled. “Thank you.” He kissed the pouty lips before turning away and walking back to the kitchen where he asked the kids not to be too mean with uncle Brian before leaving.

Brian looked at the car disappearing down the road and sighed. This was gonna be a long day.
He apprehensively turned away from the window and back to the two children. They were both staring at him as if wondering what was wrong with that strange little man.
“Erm… what about watching some TV, eh?” Brian smiled hopefully. As the kids didn’t reply, his smile faded away slightly, turning into a kind of embarrassed grimace. “Ok, lets see what kind of videos you have…”
He walked to the television and opened the small cupboard underneath, looking at all the cartoons and films inside. He took one out and turned back to the kids.
“What about this o-” he stopped abruptly as the kitchen chairs were empty. No kids.
Brian frowned and walked back to the table. The bowls were upside down, cereals everywhere and milk dripping down the side of the table to the floor.
A loud crash came from upstairs and Brian’s jaw dropped in shock. He quickly put the video down right in the middle of the mess and hurried up the stairs. What he found in the first room made all his blood leave his face which was now wearing an expression of pure horror.
The wardrobe on the opposite wall was open, and the majority of the clothes were now on a pile on the floor, with Livi wrapped inside all of it, wriggling to get free. But Evan was nowhere to be seen.
A second crash could be heard, causing Brian to jump and run to the bathroom. He had to hold onto the doorframe not to collapse with shock at the sight of the bathroom. Last time he had seen such a mess was when he trashed his last hotel room years ago… bottles of every kind were covering the tiled floor, some broken, smearing their contents everywhere, shampoo mixing with make-up remover and perfume.
“E-Evan? What did you do…?” Brian stammered, still not believing his eyes.
The little boy looked up at him, pure innocence plastered on his face and quickly dashed out of the room into another one. It took Brian a good minute to be able to move again, shock having momentarily paralysed him. He ran out after Evan, finding him in yet another room, going through the drawers, scattering items all around him.
“Shit, Evan what are you doing??” Brian exclaimed. “Stop it!!”
“Shit?” Evan repeated. “Shit shit…”
“Oh fuck no!! Don’t say that!!”
“Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck!!” Evan giggled and sang as he jumped on his feet and escaped once more.
“Oh god,” Brian groaned, cursing himself and followed him to the next room.
But he froze as he notice the door to Stefan’s room was ajar. Slowly, almost dreading the scene inside, he pushed it completely open. His eyes widened the size of saucers and after a few seconds, he exploded into laughter.
Livi was sitting in his suitcase on the floor, in the middle of jeans and tops, and she was playing with his jar of lube. She had managed to smear the gel up to her elbows and all over her face and lap. She brought her hand to her mouth and started licking her fingers.
“Oh no sweety, don’t eat it!!” Brian kneeled down next to her and pulled her hand away from her mouth, a huge grin still plastered on his face.
Livi looked up at him, a amused look on her face and Brian couldn’t hold in a fit of giggles, and she joined him. He eventually took the jar from her, finding the lid and putting the jar away. He picked Livi up and took her to the bathroom, stepping over the mess to reach the bathtub and he sat her on the edge. He quickly cleaned her up with a wet cloth, her dress had thankfully been spared by the lube, it was evil to wash.
Once she was all clean, Brian picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the corridor, grabbing a laughing Evan on his way down the stairs. The little boy struggled a bit, letting out several Swedish exclamations.
Brian dropped them on the couch in front of the TV and kneeled before them.
“Alright kids, enough of that,” he said, trying to be firm but he couldn’t help but grin. “If you promise to behave while I’m cleaning the house, you’ll get as many ice cream as you can eat, deal?”
“Deal!” Evan exclaimed and held out his hand.
Brian laughed at that and shook the boy’s hand before heading to the kitchen, soon coming back with a giant tub of vanilla ice cream and two spoons.
“Promise to stay here?” Brian asked one last time as the kids almost threw themselves at him to grab the tub.
Livi and Evan nodded frantically, their angelic faces turned down to the tub as they started eating eagerly.

Brian sighed as he stood in the bathroom doorway. He had cleaned all the rooms, put things back in drawers, wardrobes and cupboards, washed his lube covered clothes as well as the kitchen and the mess in there was the last one to clear.
He sighed again, rolled up his sleeves and started picking up the bits of bottles, putting them in a trash bag, saving the unbroken ones in the sink.
About half an hour later, he stood back up, hands on his hips, admiring his work. He was actually quite surprised to see he was capable of making a room shine that much.
He laughed to himself and wandered back downstairs, carrying the bag over his shoulder. He smiled at the kids quietly sat in front of the TV, watching cartoons and went to drop the bag behind the house.
When he walked back in, they had moved in the kitchen, seating at the table again, looking at him. He frowned.
“What?” he asked carefully.
“We’re hungry…” Evan smiled sweetly, and for an instant, Brian feared a new evil plot.
“I… can’t cook…” Brian replied, blushing slightly.
“We can help you!” Evan added, he and Livi looking at Brian hopefully.
Brian grimaced. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”
“Why not?” Evan asked and Livi tilted her small blond head to one side.
Brian blushed more. “Well, last time I tried to cook, I…” he paused, quite embarrassed, “…ended up setting the kitchen on fire…”
Evan stared at him for a few seconds before exploding in a fit of giggles, quickly followed by his sister.
Brian felt a bit stupid, but soon joined in. It was indeed quite funny when he remembered it… Stefan coming running in the kitchen, waving wet rags everywhere, and Brian standing stupidly in the middle of the kitchen, helplessly staring at the flames. They had loads of fun that night… Brian smiled at the memory but Evan tugging at his leg made him snap back to reality.
“So?” the little boy asked impatiently.
“Well… I guess I could always give it a try… I can’t let you starve after all…” Brian bit his lip. “Uhm… another thing…”
“What?” Evan raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest, and at this moment, the resemblance between Stefan and his nephew really struck him.
“I… I don’t think I know any recipe…” Brian smiled sheepishly.
Evan frowned. “Don’t you ever eat back in England?” he asked sceptically.
Brian laughed. “I do, but I usually just put frozen stuff in the microwave, or go out, or… Stefan cooks for me…” he blushed prettily, realising one more time just how lucky he was to have such a wonderful boyfriend. “Though… I think I remember how my mum used to make crepes. You’re up for crepes?”
Evan and Livi both looked up at him, a do-you-need-to-ask grin plastered on their faces.
Brian laughed once more. “Alright, uhm…” He looked all around himself in concentration, trying to remember the ingredients by spotting them in the kitchen.
“We need flour,” he started.
“In the cupboard above the blender,” Evan replied immediately.
Brian went to get it and put it down on the table between the kids. “Er - eggs and milk… fridge I suppose?” Evan nodded. “Then erm…” Brian screwed up his nose trying hard to make his brain work. “Oh yeah!! Some salt and oil.” He finished.
“The salt’s in the same cupboard as the flour and the oil in the one next to the fridge.” Evan said automatically.
“How come you know where everything is?” Brian asked curiously.
“I live here…” Evan raised his eyebrow.
Brian rolled his eyes playfully. “I mean, when I was your age, I didn’t know all this… To be honest I didn’t care…”
“Well I like to watch mum cook…” the boy blushed slightly and Brian grinned.
“Yeah… admit it, you only watch her in hope you’ll get a bite!” Brian laughed as the boy blushed harder. “Anyway, do we have everything?”
“Seems so.”
“Ok, let me remember… yeah that’s it. Do you have a mixing bowl?”
Evan pointed to yet another cupboard under the hotplates and Brian went to get a large glass bowl.
“Can we help?” the little boy asked eagerly.
“Sure, I need er… 3 cups of flour.”
Evan nodded and went to get a cup before plunging it into the sack of flour and taking out 3 more than full cups, letting their contents drop into the bowl, creating a rather large cloud of white powder above the table. Evan’s nose started to tickle, and three short intakes of breath later, he was sneezing right into the flour, sending the white powder flying all over his poor sister.
Livi remained still in shock, her face and hair white and she sneezed as well before rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Haha awww poor love!” Brian exclaimed as Evan giggled insanely and he hurried to her with a clean rag to wipe her face. He ruffled her hair a bit and waved the flour away. “We’ll get you cleaned up later, I have a feeling it’s not gonna stop here…” he glanced at Evan who smiled sheepishly.

Brian took the bowl and made a well in the flour before reaching out to take the eggs.
“Can we do it?” Evan asked excitedly. “Mum never lets us do it…”
Brian gave in to the children’s expectant look. He shrugged and pushed the bowl and eggs in their direction.
Evan took one egg carefully, hitting it weakly on the edge of the bowl. It didn’t break. His tongue appeared between his lips in concentration and he hit a bit harder this time, succeeding in lightly cracking the shell.
At the other side of the table, Livi wrapped her fingers around an egg, and brought it above the bowl. She was holding it in her fist, staring with a raised eyebrow at her brother who was still struggling to break his own.
“Hit it on the edge, honey,” Brian smiled encouragingly before his jaw dropped to the floor.
Instead of doing what he had told her, she had squeezed the egg tight in her fist, breaking the shell and dropped everything in the bowl.
This sent Evan into hysterics, and Brian couldn’t help laughing as he started picking up the bits of shell from the bowl, grimacing slightly as he had to touch the sticky substance.
“I… think I’d better do this myself,” he grinned and moved the bowl back in front of him, then took the still unbroken egg from Evan who was giggling at his sister’s egg covered hand.
Brian raised the egg above the edge of the bowl, and with a quick movement brought it down.
“Uhm… yeah…” he blushed and looked sceptically at the egg white dripping on the table. He wasn’t much more talented than the kids, but he kept this thought for himself.

They eventually managed to finish preparing the batter without too much happening apart from a bit of milk spilled on the floor and about 15 minutes spent to find out what was the best way to use a whisk.
They were now in the process of making the first crepe.
“Do you think the oil’s hot enough?” Brian asked Evan who was standing next to him on his tiptoes, peering inside the pan.
“Dunno…”
Brian bit his lip and let a droplet of batter fall into the pan, satisfied when it cooked immediately. He poured a small amount of batter in the pan and clumsily swirled it to distribute the batter evenly and make a remotely thin crepe.
“How do you know when it’ll be time to turn it?” Evan asked, glancing up at Brian who frowned.
“Er… That’s a good question… I guess I’ll have to- shit!!”
Evan looked at him in surprise before turning back to the pan, following Brian’s alarmed gaze. Smoke was rising from it.
“I guess that’s a way to know…” he murmured.
Brian quickly turned the burnt crepe, pouting at the black flat food.
“Why do I always end up burning things, why??” He sighed. “Right, let’s try again.” He threw this one away before pouring some batter again, this time watching it closely, lifting the crepe a bit to peek on the underside. As soon as it became a light golden brown, he turned it.
“Hey, not too bad!” he exclaimed, quite happy with himself.
“Next time, can you try to turn it by throwing it in the air?” Evan asked eagerly.
“You’re never happy, are you?” Brian looked at him, amused, but kinda reluctant.
But after giving the first crepe to Livi, he started on another one, and seized the pan handle, screwing up his nose in concentration.
“Alright, ready?”
Evan nodded and watched excitedly as the crepe was sent flying in the air only to flop back down on the tiled floor.
“Oops…” Brian and Evan giggled at the same time.
“Try again!!”
The next crepe joined the other one on the floor, and the one after decided to stay stuck on the ceiling.
Brian stared at it open mouthed, amazed as it remained there for a good 30 seconds before starting to unstuck itself and fell on the other ones at their feet.
“I think we’d better stop here or we’ll never eat…” They all laughed, abandoning the idea of flying crepes, turning them in a normal way instead.

When they had a good pile of them ready, they sat down at the table on which Evan had put different kinds of jam, sugar, stewed apple, nutella and many other things, and started to eat, talking and laughing as Livi managed to cover herself in every single kind of food she could find on the table which forced Brian to take her upstairs at the end of the meal to get her cleaned and changed.

The afternoon went pretty well, Brian managed to find various activities to occupy the children, the result more or less convincing… From hide and seek to painting, passing by playing with make-up, it all ended with the living room being a huge mess, but the screams of laughter and the sound of the kids’ giggles were enough to ignore the rest for a moment.

At the end of the afternoon, Stefan came home to find his boyfriend fast asleep on the sofa, Livi and Evan cuddled up to him, eyes closed and breathing peacefully. He couldn’t help but smile at the image of Brian and his nephews… Brian who always said he wasn’t good with children who he didn’t like anyway. He gave a little laugh and shook his head, amused and unsure as to wake Brian up or not… He was spared the decision though as a pair of light blue eyes opened to look up at him.
“Hi Uncle Stefan,” Evan murmured and smiled.
Stefan kneeled in front of him and smiled back. “Hey you, how was your day?” he whispered as well not to wake up the other two.
“It was great, Brian’s very funny, and he’s not like the others, it’s easier to have fun with him, he’s like us…” Evan beamed.
Stefan laughed softly, ruffling his nephew’s hair. He shook his head in amusement at what the little boy had just said; it was so true, Brian was one big child.
His eyes moved to Brian’s sweet face, his lips slightly parted.
Evan watched in silence as Stefan slowly reached out to brush his fingertips against Brian’s skin, over his temple and down his cheek and neck.
Brian moaned softly, his eyelashes fluttering prettily before he looked at Stefan sleepily. A warm smile instantly crept onto his face.
“Hey…” he said softly before looking at the kids snuggled up at each of his sides, his arms around them. He blushed a bit and looked back at Stefan.
“I see things went well in the end… See? There was no need to be so worried.” Stefan winked and smiled again as Brian nodded.
Evan and Livi, now both fully awake, got off the sofa and ran to the garden to play a bit in the fresh air before the sky went dark. Brian, finally free to move, shifted a bit, sitting up, and patted the empty space beside him for Stefan to sit down, snuggling into him as soon as the Swede was next to him.
“So, how was your day?” Brian asked carefully, biting his lip as he realised the stupidity of his question. “I mean… you know…”
Stefan squeezed Brian tight to him. “It was ok, I wasn’t that close to him, I barely knew him to be honest, but it was hard to see the others’ pain, the look on my grandma’s face was heart-breaking, I can’t imagine the pain of losing your own dad…” He sighed sadly and held Brian even tighter, turning his head to press his lips against the small man’s forehead.
“I love you Stef…” Brian whispered after a few minutes of silence.
Stefan smiled and pulled away just enough to look down in Brian’s eyes. He leant down and softly brushed his lips against his boyfriend’s, feeling Brian’s arms move to wrap around his neck as their lips and tongues played together.
“I missed you…” Brian looked up at him lovingly.
“Mmm me too… I was worried I was gonna find a pile of ash instead of the house when I came back…” he grinned.
Brian pulled away and slapped his arm playfully. “Oi! Who do you take me for?!”
“You set the kitchen on fire!” Stefan smirked at his pouting lover.
“Well, I didn’t burn anything today… except for a crepe, but that was all!” he defended himself.
Stefan frowned. “You made crepes? You mean, you cooked?”
Brian smiled proudly. “Yep, and it was even good, ask Evan and Livi, they helped me!”
“Wow… I must say I’m impressed…”
Brian poked his tongue out at him.
“Now, seriously sweetheart, the kids really love you…” Stefan smiled softly as Brian looked at him a bit surprised.
“Really?” Stefan nodded. “How do you know?”
“Evan told me…”
“Oh?” Brian gaped at him.
Stefan laughed at the naivety and innocence of his lover and took his head in his hands, looking straight into his eyes.
“Brian, how come you’re so insecure? You can be a right arrogant little bitch to the media and music industry, but when it gets to people close to you…” he trailed off.
Brian shrugged, not really feeling like thinking about it and having a deep discussion.
“Stef? What about going out tonight? I love it here, but I kinda miss crowds of people, loud music and £10 cocktails…”
“Urban bitch!!”
Brian launched himself at Stefan, trying to tickle him but he soon found himself being at Stefan’s mercy, begging for release. Stefan stopped tickling him, looking at the small panting form under him.
Brian lifted one hand, softly stroking his lover’s cheek, smiling gently before pulling him closer to share a tender kiss.
“Ok then,” Stefan started as he pulled away, getting off Brian, “I know the perfect place for that, I’m sure you’ll love it…”
“What’s it like?” Brian asked as he resumed his earlier position against his boyfriend’s chest.
“Oh uhm… it’s small, eccentric, and the waiters are sooo gay!!” Stefan exclaimed in a very camp fashion and they burst into laughter.
“Ooh a gay night!! Do we get to dress as gay as we can?” Brian asked hopefully.
Stefan nodded, still grinning and giggled as Brian squealed excitedly. “Brilliant!! That’s gonna be fun! When are we going? Where is it?”
“Stockholm, we can go as soon as the others are back.”
Brian grabbed his boyfriend’s face in both of his hands and kissed him hard before dashing up the stairs, screaming when he reached the top.
“Come on Steffy!! We gotta choose your outfit!!”
Stefan shook his head in amusement, laughing softly. “Why do you always get to choose my outfit and I can’t say anything about yours?” he wondered to himself before getting up and following his overly excited boyfriend up the stairs.

“No way!!”
“But… you said GAY!”
“I’m not wearing this Brian, not even if you pay me!”
“But Stef…” Brian whined, pouting as he glanced down at the pink item in his hands. “You don’t like the colour or…”
“It’s a dress! I’m not wearing a dress to go to a bar!!”
“You said it was a club…” Brian raised an eyebrow.
“Does it matter?”
“So it’s not the colour then…?”
“No, it’s the dress.”
“Oh good, then you can wear this!” he exclaimed cheerfully as he threw another pink item at Stefan who took a look at the fitted shirt in his hands.
“Where did you get that?” He’d never seen it before.
“I bought it for you yesterday, when you weren’t looking.” He smiled up at Stefan before going back to rummage through his suitcase. “I had planned to give it to you once back in London, but since we’re going out tonight…”
Stefan glanced at the shirt once more, it looked nice, simple, but really nice. He started unbuttoning the one he was wearing.
“Here, let me help you…” Brian said softly as he stood in front of him, his hands replacing Stefan’s on the shirt, opening it and pushing it off his shoulders. He sighed as he let his eyes wander over the naked chest, his fingertips running over the pale skin. He stepped closer and buried his face in Stefan’s neck, inhaling deeply the scent of his lover, moaning softly as he nuzzled and kissed the sensitive skin.
Stefan moved to wrap his arms around Brian’s waist, pulling his small body closer, shivering slightly as he felt the warmth of Brian’s breath and the wetness of his lips on his skin. He swallowed hard and was about to slip his hands under Brian’s top when they heard voices downstairs.
“They’re back…” Stefan whispered and pulled away reluctantly as steps could be heard in the stairs. A few seconds later, Elin was knocking on the open door.
“Hi,” she smiled at Brian. “How did things go today? They haven’t been too evil with you?”
“Nah, they were lovely,” Brian replied and summed up the events of the day to her.
Stefan let him chat with Elin and slipped into his new shirt.
“Wow, Stef, nice shirt, you’re going somewhere?” Elin turned to him.
Stefan flashed her a bright smile. “I’m taking Brian to Stockholm tonight…”
“Oooh I see…” she threw him a knowing glance and turned on her heels. “I’ll let you get dressed then… are you out for dinner as well or are you eating with us?”
“We’ll be out, but thanks.” He winked at her and she left.
“You didn’t say we’d have dinner outside…” Brian said softly.
“You don’t wanna?” Stefan asked him surprised.
“Oh, I do, but…” he blushed.
Stefan frowned. “Brian?”
Brian bit his lip, shrugging helplessly. “Sometimes I just think I don’t deserve you, you’re just too good to me…” he whispered hoarsely.
“Hey hey, shh don’t say that, you know it’s not true,” Stefan reassured him, walking close to him and pulling the small body in his arms.
Brian burried his face in his lover’s chest, clinging onto him. Stefan heard him sniff and pulled away slightly, lifting Brian’s face to make eye contact.
“Why do you get all emotional over a restaurant?” he asked, hiding his grin.
Brian’s eyes were shining dangerously. “It’s just… you take care of me all the time, I must be a real burden…”
Stefan’s smile vanished. “I do that because I love you…”
Brian looked down.
“And because I love seeing you smile, I love making you happy, that’s all…”
Brian looked back up at him, biting on his lip. “I’m sorry, I’m being silly…”
Stefan laughed softly and hugged him tightly.
“I love you too,” Brian whispered against his neck. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart, now go get dressed you silly girl!” he exclaimed as he patted his boyfriend’s arse in a hug releasing manner.
Brian giggled and planted a huge wet kiss on Stefan’s lips before trotting back to his suitcase.

“I dunno what to wear…” he admitted in defeat a few minutes later, after emptying the content of his suitcase on the floor.
Stefan shook his head in amusement and joined his sweet lover on the floor. “I’ll choose for you, but first you have to finish choosing my outfit.”
“Ooh yeah, I said I would dress you!” Brian grinned as he remembered. He got up to his feet, helping Stefan up as well and, still holding one of his hands, he admired the pink more than fitted shirt. “It looks gorgeous on you baby… actually, YOU look gorgeous, the shirt only makes it even more obvious!”
Stefan blushed, feeling silly for doing so, but he couldn’t help himself. Brian had that power over people, he was able to make them blush with a simple gaze, so you can imagine the effect of such a compliment.
“Wear these…” the small man handed him a pair of light blue jeans that were flaring at the bottom, but were fucking tight at the top.
Brian sighed and licked his lips as Stefan pulled them on. “Mmm you’ve got such a nice arse Stef…”
Stefan smirked and turned his back to Brian, turning his head to try and have a look at his own arse, by doing so wriggling his arse.
Brian bit his lip, holding in a groan. “Don’t tease me Stef, or you’ll regret it… I don’t wanna ruin this new shirt tonight… at least not now…”
Stefan laughed and faced Brian again. “Alright, my turn!”
It didn’t take long for him to pick the perfect outfit for his lover, only a few seconds and he was handing Brian the items of his choice. Brian smirked wickedly and removed his clothes under his boyfriend’s expectant gaze and slipped into the new ones.
Stefan eyed him up and down. He had chosen really tight black leather trousers, equally flaring at the bottom, but just slightly, cut low at the hips, showing the prominent but sexy bones, and a top bought at Cyberdog. It was white, short enough to let a part of his belly show, and sleeveless. And what Stefan loved about it was that it was completely open-backed, one single strap around the back and one on each shoulder holding the top in place, allowing full view to his back , the small of his back, his hips… oh god… he looked absolutely stunning.
“Sit down.”
“Uh?” Stefan came crashing back to earth.
Brian smirked, seemingly satisfied with the effect he had upon his boyfriend.
“Sit down on the bed, I’m gonna paint your nails!” he exclaimed excitedly, pushing Stefan to the bed and going back to his suitcase before joining Stefan again with two small bottles of nail varnish.
“Err… you sure?” Stefan grimaced.
“Stef, you’re gay, you’re going to a gay bar, why do you even ask?”
The Swede poked his tongue out but didn’t protest when the small man kneeling on the floor in front of him took hold of his left hand.

“There you go!” Brian announced a few minutes later, releasing his lover’s hands.
Stefan had to laugh as he looked at his nails. Brian had decided to be unconventional and had painted his nails both pink and black.
“Thank you.” Stefan smiled.
“You’re welcome, love. You look amazing Stefan…” Brian said seriously before lowering himself to sit on Stefan’s lap, his arms finding their way around the tall man’s neck. “And you’re mine…” he whispered. “All mine…”
Stefan just had the time to laugh softly before he was attacked by a pair of luscious lips.
“Mmm we’d better go now…” Stefan reasoned as he broke the kiss a few moments later. “It’s quite a way to Stockholm.”
Brian got off him and glanced in the mirror to check his make-up, reapplying his lipgloss.
“Are we going by car?”
Stefan raised an eyebrow. “Were you expecting us to walk?” he asked sarcastically.
“Ha... Ha… I mean, are you driving?”
“Well, yes, since you never bothered to learn…” he grinned.
“You’re being very funny tonight Stefan…”
“I know I know.” He bowed playfully.
“But then if you’re driving it means you can’t drink…” Brian looked up at him with wide eyes.
Stefan shrugged and smiled. “You’ll drink for two.”
“Aww Steffy, that’s no fun, you know I hate to be the only one drinking…” Brian put on his best pout and puppy dog eyes and fluttered his eyelashes.
“What then? You want me to drive drunk?”
“No!!” Brian exclaimed. “God, no, but couldn’t we call a taxi or something?”
“It’s a long way…” Stefan hesitated.
“So? We’re not exactly poor, so that’s no problem…”
Stefan still didn’t look convinced.
Brian’s face contorted into an evil smirk and he took hold of his boyfriend’s neck, pulling his head down and moved his lips to Stefan’s ear.
“You know what I’m like when drunk…” he purred and flicked his tongue along the edge of his lovers’ ear. “When we’ll come back, I’ll do anything you want, absolutely anything for you my love… if you get some alcohol in your blood tonight…”
Stefan gulped and shifted on his feet uncomfortably, having to clear his throat before being able to talk, and still his voice came out hoarse.
“You know you’re the devil Brian… you win…”
Face very flushed, Stefan took his mobile out of his back pocket and dialled the number of a local taxi company under Brian’s more than satisfied gaze.