A Fortnight
A Fortnight
Sydney Alexis
[.052 Fire & .071 Broken]
He tells himself he'll only taste the boy once, but one, chaste, little kiss to prove a point, to shut the little shit up, turned into another and another. Before he realizes it, his hands are buried in his fine, thick hair.
Later...
...he'll tell himself it was a moment of weakness not to be repeated.
...that he merely wanted the boy's first kiss to be with someone who meant something.
...that it was only because he'd gone so many years without feeling anything.
But this...this excitement...this fire threatens to swallow him whole.
A flicker of his old life comes back to him, and the man remembers what it was to feel anything other than grief over his partner's death again.
He'll appear less than a fortnight later on the doorstep of the man's home, leaning against the casing with an unaffected ease, and the pure innocence of the boy will draw him in again.
He knows he should push the boy away, but he can't.
Briefly, he wonders of this...this need, this exasperation, this interest is what drew Brian into Justin's web so completely.
As quickly as that thought comes, it's lost in a haze of heated kisses and a hesitant hand palming his cock.
He's had better hand jobs, more experienced lovers, but this is so utterly delicious. It's been so long since something other than his own hand brought him to climax, but this is about more.
No...this is about the unsure expression on the boy's face as he works out how the man likes to be touched, those impossibly wide, hazel eyes, the way he worries his bottom lip to keep from crying out, and the exquisite look on the boy's face when he comes.
It was enough to draw the man in. To lose himself in a tangle of emotions and touches and need.
Week after week, encounter after encounter, he slowly took the boy's innocence.
He knows when Brian learns of just how debauched his little boy has become that he will come to flay the man alive...
...but it is the closest he'll ever get to fucking Brian Kinney and Michael couldn't bring himself to care.
[.071 Broken]
The affair went on for more than eleven months before they were caught. Brian looked at his son, sprawled naked and sweat soaked on the rumpled bed to his former best friend hastily tying a robe shut before drawing the obvious conclusion...
...and punching him squarely in the jaw.
Head snapping to the side, teeth clattering against his tongue, the coppery taste of blood filled Michael's mouth. His hand rose to the wound out of reflex.
"I deserved that."
"You fucking asshole," Brian ground out, eyes narrowed with an expression Michael had never seen before -- pure loathing. "If you wanted to fuck me so badly, you just had to ask and leave my son out of it."
Michael didn't speak because the truth was too great and terrible; he had started out to have Brian Kinney, but, as time wore on, he realized how utterly intoxicating the boy was in his own right. Gus was what Michael always wanted -- Brian without the emotional baggage, one that wouldn't say 'no.'
As Michael watched Gus scramble to get dressed, he knew without question that his friendship with Brian was over...
...and that Gus would be back in his home and in his bed before a fortnight.
A/N: This is quite possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever written. Don't get me wrong -- it turned out well, but it's a bit more shocking than I usually write.
fanfic100: 66-67/100
Sydney Alexis
[.052 Fire & .071 Broken]
He tells himself he'll only taste the boy once, but one, chaste, little kiss to prove a point, to shut the little shit up, turned into another and another. Before he realizes it, his hands are buried in his fine, thick hair.
Later...
...he'll tell himself it was a moment of weakness not to be repeated.
...that he merely wanted the boy's first kiss to be with someone who meant something.
...that it was only because he'd gone so many years without feeling anything.
But this...this excitement...this fire threatens to swallow him whole.
A flicker of his old life comes back to him, and the man remembers what it was to feel anything other than grief over his partner's death again.
He'll appear less than a fortnight later on the doorstep of the man's home, leaning against the casing with an unaffected ease, and the pure innocence of the boy will draw him in again.
He knows he should push the boy away, but he can't.
Briefly, he wonders of this...this need, this exasperation, this interest is what drew Brian into Justin's web so completely.
As quickly as that thought comes, it's lost in a haze of heated kisses and a hesitant hand palming his cock.
He's had better hand jobs, more experienced lovers, but this is so utterly delicious. It's been so long since something other than his own hand brought him to climax, but this is about more.
No...this is about the unsure expression on the boy's face as he works out how the man likes to be touched, those impossibly wide, hazel eyes, the way he worries his bottom lip to keep from crying out, and the exquisite look on the boy's face when he comes.
It was enough to draw the man in. To lose himself in a tangle of emotions and touches and need.
Week after week, encounter after encounter, he slowly took the boy's innocence.
He knows when Brian learns of just how debauched his little boy has become that he will come to flay the man alive...
...but it is the closest he'll ever get to fucking Brian Kinney and Michael couldn't bring himself to care.
[.071 Broken]
The affair went on for more than eleven months before they were caught. Brian looked at his son, sprawled naked and sweat soaked on the rumpled bed to his former best friend hastily tying a robe shut before drawing the obvious conclusion...
...and punching him squarely in the jaw.
Head snapping to the side, teeth clattering against his tongue, the coppery taste of blood filled Michael's mouth. His hand rose to the wound out of reflex.
"I deserved that."
"You fucking asshole," Brian ground out, eyes narrowed with an expression Michael had never seen before -- pure loathing. "If you wanted to fuck me so badly, you just had to ask and leave my son out of it."
Michael didn't speak because the truth was too great and terrible; he had started out to have Brian Kinney, but, as time wore on, he realized how utterly intoxicating the boy was in his own right. Gus was what Michael always wanted -- Brian without the emotional baggage, one that wouldn't say 'no.'
As Michael watched Gus scramble to get dressed, he knew without question that his friendship with Brian was over...
...and that Gus would be back in his home and in his bed before a fortnight.
A/N: This is quite possibly the most disturbing thing I've ever written. Don't get me wrong -- it turned out well, but it's a bit more shocking than I usually write.
fanfic100: 66-67/100