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Brian/Emmett, tall
(prompt from trouble2urh3art)
An eon ago, Brian quipped that he and Emmett would make the perfect couple because they were both...tall. Emmett might be a self-proclaimed bubble head, but he didn't need Michael's late night, half stoned and drunken confession to know that Brian came from the same kind of background that he did.
Emmett was seventeen when he stepped off of the Greyhound and into his new life. He had four dollars and six cents in his pocket, a slowly healing black eye, and only the clothes on his back. Heart hammering in his chest, he took three steps forward and looked either direction at the blacktop street that seemed to go on for miles.
He was absolutely fucking terrified, and, at the same time, he felt free. Free of his parents' disapproving scowls, of the neighbor kids that spit and punched and threw rocks at him, and the Baptist minister that leveled narrowed eyes at him every Sunday. His scuffed boots carried him west for miles not stopping until he came across a street corner decorated in rainbow colored pride flags.
His eyes were slowly drawn from the flags, to the same-sex couples brazenly walking down the street holding hands, to the street sign.
Liberty Avenue, it read. The street felt warm and inviting in a way 'home' had never been for him.
"You okay, hon," a not-quite feminine voice asked. Emmett turned, eyes growing wide as he looked at the first drag queen he'd ever seen.
"Name's Godiva," he/she said, holding out a well-manicured hand.
"Emmett...Emmett Honeycutt," he replied, shaking the man's hand.
"Aren't you a cute little thing. Tall...sexy accent. The boys around here are just going to eat you up."
Emmett blushed deeply; he'd never been spoken to like this before.
"What say I take you down to the diner? You must be starving."
Emmett had always believed in kismet. He was meant to precisely enough savings to take him to Pittsburgh. He was meant to head west to Liberty Avenue, and he was meant to run into his first friend and future roommate, Godiva. She was the one that taught him how to be careful and how to be proud of who he was; they were the two most important lessons he'd ever learned.
It was through Godiva that he met Debbie, Vic, and Michael.
Emmett had been in town all of two days when Godiva invited Em to come with her to a meal at a friend's house.
Debbie was loud, brassy, and full of life. Not counting his Aunt Lula, she was the only straight woman Emmett had ever met that was genuinely happy to meet him. As soon as Godiva had introduced him, Debbie was crushing him into a hug.
Vic clasped him on the arm and steered him towards the kitchen with a smile.
"You'll have to forgive my sis; she has a thing for adopting every queer boy that wanders through her door."
It was Vic that introduced him to Michael, and, in the course of an evening, he learned more about the Grassi-Novotny tribe and Liberty Avenue then he had in the two days since his arrival.
Michael was short but sweet. He had a put-upon air about him that came from 'suffering' through his mother's proclivities, but that just made him all the more endearing. He spoke at length about comics, his work, and his best friend, Brian Kinney who was off at college becoming something other than a department manager at the Big Q.
When asked about his past, Emmett politely answered what he felt comfortable saying and then steered the conversation to other areas. Deb and Vic knew exactly what he was doing; Brian had used that tactic on them a few years before.
The first time Emmett met Brian, it was in the backroom of Babylon. Emmett sucked him off before being spun around to face the wall.
A sex-warmed hand inched around Emmett's bare chest to the fly on his jeans.
"I'm going fuck you so hard," Brian breathed against Em's neck as he tugged the zipper down.
Breath caught in his chest, Emmett began to shake; he'd never felt so alive and owned.
He didn't register when his pants ended up around his ankles, but he sure as fuck felt fingers roughly preparing him for the latex covered cock that would follow.
Emmett, half bent over, clawed for purchase against black, cum encrusted cinderblock.
Brian gripped Emmett's hips, changing the angle just so and began hitting Emmett's prostate with each stroke. A palm inched down the ridges of Emmett's spine spreading the arousal induced sweat down his back before wrapping around his cock. The strokes were as fast and brutal as the relentless pace Brian was fucking him with.
When he came, Emmett saw stars.
The heavy constrictions were enough to send Brian over the edge, and though he paused for a beat against Emmett's back to catch his breath, he was quick to pull out and discard the condom.
Emmett stood in the darkened passageway, fumbling to fasten his pants while catching his breath.
There were no kind words or kisses or any fucking acknowledgement of what had just happened. In fact, Brian never looked at him as he walked by and back out to the dance floor to pick up another trick.
Too stunned to speak, Emmett stood helplessly and watched Brian leave. He hadn't felt that fucking gutted and used since he was twelve and Eric Townsend forced him face first into the dirt and beat the shit out of him after forcing him to suck him off.
When he got back to his apartment, he went straight for the shower and scrubbed until his skin was reddened and raw and the smell of dirt and cum was gone.
The second time Emmett met Brian, he was at the diner, eating breakfast with Michael. He was in the middle of relaying the event's of the previous night when Brian slipped into the booth beside Michael.
"Brian," Michael squeaked happily. "When did you get back?"
"Last night," Emmett supplied. Michael shot his eyes back across the table, eyes filled with confusion.
"This is my friend, Emmett. Em, this is Brian," Michael continued.
"We've met," Emmett replied, eyes narrowing."So...do you always fuck and run?"
"See, Mikey, this is why I don't do relationships."
"You fucked him!"
Brian smirked and shrugged, body language clear--'yeah...what of it.'
Emmett snorted before leveling his eyes with Brian's. "I was looking for a fuck not a relationship, but you didn't have to treat me like gum on your shoe when you got what you wanted. If I wanted to be treated like trash, I could have stayed in Hazelhurst."
Taking in the darker, hardened look just beneath the bubbly surface, the bruised knuckles and still healing black eye, Brian felt his jaw tick once before he shared a look of understanding. It passed between the two of them unspoken. Eyes softening, Brian offered a wordless apology. A beat later Emmett offered an imperceivable nod.
Leaning back in the booth, Brian turned towards the kitchen.
"Deb? My coffee?"
Michael shook his head. "I can't believe you fucked him. He's been in town less than a week..."
Brian snorted.
And, just like that, Emmett and Brian became...not quite friends, but people that respected each other because they'd both survived.
This one is especially dark and contains Brian/Emmett elements.