This is Brian's mailbox.

Michael's room was empty when Brian barged in without announcing himself, so he looked around, fucked with the french guy's stuff a little, then draped himself across Mikey's bed, one arm propped behind his head and one knee bent, watching the door and waiting for Mikey to return. No matter how long it took, he'd just wait. And if the other one ( Read more... )

The island was shit for entertainment. It was a fact Brian had grown to accept, but that didn't mean he liked it. Still, there was something to be said for routine, so after his morning run and a nice hot shower, he returned to his room, dressed in a Hugo Boss shirt and some jeans, and flopped on his bed with an honest-to-god book. The bookshelf ( Read more... )

Brian had spent every night in the same place, hovering near the clinic, occasionally heading inside to watch Roger sleep. The few times Mark had seen him (when Mark himself hadn't been asleep, folded into uncomfortable-looking positions in one of the clinic chairs) the other man had thankfully left without a word, giving Brian a few minutes of ( Read more... )

Brian had spent much of the last few weeks sulking, whether in his room or somewhere outside, weather allowing. At the moment he was draped across his bed, flipping uninterestedly through a magazine and contemplating heading outside to smoke a joint--and definitely not thinking about Michael Novotny.

Brian was through waiting. He'd given Mikey time and space to work through whatever he had to work through, but this was getting ridiculous. Mikey's moping time was up ( Read more... )

Brian was in a bad mood. Ever since Mikey's little confession, he'd been dodging Brian, mumbling excuses and making hasty escapes whenever he couldn't avoid him entirely. At first, Brian had been willing to let it happen, ignore the irritation that masked the hurt of being ignored by his best friend over something he hadn't even known he was doing ( Read more... )

[From here.]

Jaye gulped. In any other situation she'd think how odd it was to have an Adam's apple bobbing along with the action, but just then both she and Roger's body were lost in that smile. Every inch of Roger's body was telling her to say yes to anything this guy had to offer, and she had just enough alcohol to cloud her judgment. Why the ( Read more... )

Brian was lying on a towel on the beach in only a speedo (and his bracelet), letting the warm sun dry his skin from the swim he'd just taken. He went for a swim nearly every day at this time, so it wasn't like there was anything out of the ordinary about it. He wasn't waiting for Roger at all, just enjoying the sun, smoking a joint--and keeping one ( Read more... )

Continued from here.

"Apparently." He smiled at Brian's back as he followed him into his room. He stopped in the doorway, his eyebrows raised. Damn. He noted the bed, a crooked smile spreading across his face. Man likes creature comforts. Not that it really surprised him ( Read more... )