Love Potion #9:
Brian wrapped his arm around the blond in front of him and pressed their bodies tightly together. They moved to the music playing in the crowded club and he could feel the heavy, throbbing beat pulsing through his blood and flesh. The heat of the boy in front of him was intense, hardening his cock and he slid his hand down to cover his dance partner's tight ass.
This was the life. Everything he wanted was right here in this place, in his arms. He smiled at Justin and then captured the matching smile on those bewitching lips with his mouth.
They devoured each other hungrily and unable to resist any longer Brian began to pull his companion towards the backroom.
The gyrating bodies of dozens of men suddenly began to close in on them. Brian hung on to Justin's hand for as long as he could but eventually the pressure was too great and he lost his grip.
He headed towards his lost lover, searching frantically for any sign of bright blond hair. But found nothing.
He tried to call out to Justin, but no sound was heard over the loud, pounding music.
Suddenly, a gap appeared on the dance floor and he headed for it. Knowing, somehow, that he wouldn't like what he found there. He reached the edge of the empty space on legs that continued to move forward despite his determination to not approach.
Against his will he looked down at the floor and saw his missing partner, crumpled and lifeless.
He cried out in pain and dropped to his knees.
And then he heard it...maniacal laughter echoing louder and louder, drowning out even the overwhelming music that still filled the air. Brian looked up and into the eyes of his best friend. He watched in horrified silence as Michael continued to laugh and laugh and laugh...
Brian let out a gasp as he awakened and rolled out of bed, adrenaline surging through his body thanks to the nightmare he'd just endured. He looked over at the bed, checking to ensure that he hadn't disturbed Justin.
He relaxed a bit when he saw that Justin was still sound asleep. Sitting back down on the bed, he softly stroked his hand over Justin's silky blond hair and breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
He wanted to tell himself that it was just a dream, but it wasn't, not entirely. He could very easily have lost Justin yesterday.
And it would have been Michael fault.
He still couldn't believe that Michael would hate Justin enough to hurt him. Fuck, he knew that Justin had allergies to a lot of drugs, but he'd still slipped him something. The fact that he hadn't intended for Justin to pass out didn't excuse him in the least.
Far too agitated to sleep any longer, Brian got up from the bed. He checked the clock and, seeing that it was just past five, decided to skip a shower this morning. He didn't want to risk waking Justin. He did, however, want to get over to Doctor Dave's before he left for the day. Brian didn't trust himself to be alone with his ex-best friend right now, but he needed answers.
He needed to know that something like this would never happen again.
Hopefully, the good doctor would be able to rein in his boyfriend. Or else...Or else Michael would never get near him or Justin ever again. No matter what he had to do.
"Are you feeling alright?"
Michael continued to listlessly stir his soggy frosted flakes for a moment before David's question registered. "Hunh? Yeah, no, I...I'm not sick if that's what you mean," he finally replied. Unable to look David in the eye, kept his attention on the bowl in front of him and tried to decide whether he wanted David to leave him alone or push for answers.
He sighed and heard the rustle of David's newspaper as he lowered it to the table top. "Michael..."
A sudden pounding on the front door interrupted him and Michael froze. It was early still, too early for Brian to be up, but he knew that the person hammering on their door was Brian.
"What the...," David said as he got up and headed towards the door.
Michael pushed away his cereal bowl and folded his hands in his lap, waiting for the inevitable. And he didn't have to wait long.
He heard David's voice first. "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?"
"Decided there might be something to the notion that the early bird catches the worm, and speaking of worms -- where's your lesser half?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Nope. Stone cold sober. Unfortunately. You gonna let me in?"
"Fine," David said with the annoyed tolerance in his tone that he usually had when dealing with Brian.
Although he didn't look up, he knew the moment Brian stepped into the room. The man had this...aura that seemed to fill any room he entered, making it impossible to miss him. Normally, Michael loved the way it felt just to be in the same room as Brian, now he wished he could be anywhere else.
"Michael," Brian said, voice frigid. "We need to talk."
"Did you hear me, you little asshole?"
"Hey," David interrupted. "I don't know what your problem is, Brian, but..."
"He's my problem," Brian said.
Michael finally turned to face Brian and tried to steel himself for this confrontation.
Brian was staring straight at him, eyes full of malevolence. "You didn't tell him, did you, Michael? I'm disappointed. I thought being in a relationship with someone meant sharing and communicating."
"That's enough," David said and stepped between them. Michael was glad of the escape from those angry hazel eyes.
"No. It's not enough. It's not even close. Michael's going to tell me what the fuck he did to Justin last night or I'm going to wring his scrawny neck."
"Something happened to Justin? Is he alright?"
"He passed out in the middle of Woody's. He's fine, for now, no thanks to your toy boy."
"Look, it's obvious that you're upset, but I don't know why you'd blame Michael. It's certainly not his fault that Justin got sick."
"Actually, it is his fault. Wasn't it, Mikey?"
"How could it possibly be Michael's fault?"
"That's what I want to know." Brian shifted so that he could look directly at Michael again. "What did you give him, Michael?"
Pinned by Brian's fierce glare, Michael anxiously stammered, "I...I...I'm so sorry."
"Fuck sorry. You said that before. I. Want. To. Know. What. You. Did. And I want to know now."
David turned to face Michael, looking shocked, "Michael?"
Michael could feel the tears building again and stood, wrapping his arms around his chest in a self-hug. "It wasn't...I didn't mean for him to get hurt," he started. "And he wouldn't have if he hadn't drunk Brian's beer."
Everything stopped after that defiant declaration until Brian took a single step away from him. "You were trying to drug me? Why? With what?"
Michael hesitated. How the fuck was he supposed to explain his asinine idea to use a magic potion to get Brian to love him?
"I'd like to know the answer to those questions too," David said.
"It was stupid, silly. A joke."
"Drugging someone is never a joke," David said. "You could have killed him."
Brian loudly sucked in air and turned away from them. "You still haven't answered the questions," he said to the ceiling.
It tore Michael apart to see Brian working to keep it together like that. He'd never wanted to hurt Brian. He'd never wanted to hurt anyone, but he had.
"It was a love potion."
"A what?" David said.
"Mysterious Marilyn sold it to me."
Brian spun around. Voice raised, he said, "A love potion? Don't fuck with me Michael. I'm not in the mood. I want the truth and I want it now."
"That is the truth," Michael cried out. "She said it would make you fall in love with me and I knew it was stupid, that it was probably just colored water, but I...I just wanted him out of our lives. I thought..."
"We all know what you thought," David said. "You thought that you could finally have Brian. The man you love."
Michael turned to his lover, "David, no, it's not...I love you. I do."
"But not the way you love him." This time David turned away, placing his hands on the kitchen counter and dropping his head.
"Where's this 'love potion'?" Brian asked.
Michael looked over at him. "I dumped it down the sink."
"Of course you did. Did it ever occur to you that the doctors might have needed to analyze that shit to find out what had poisoned Justin?"
Michael's jaw dropped, horrified, he said, "No. Oh, God. I didn't...," he turned to David, "Do you think..."
"It's too late now," Brian said.
"Maybe not." David turned back towards Michael. "What did you do with the bottle? There might be enough residue to test."
"It's in the bathroom trash basket. I can get it."
"It doesn't matter now. Justin's been released from the hospital with a clean bill of health. Whatever was in that shit already passed through his system. Fuck!"
Brian scrubbed a hand over his face. "I want to know that this won't happen again. You won't fucking poison Justin or me ever again. I don't love you Michael and no 'love potion' is going to make me. And, I swear, if you ever hurt Justin again, you won't live to regret it. You got that?"
"Good," Brian said and started to walk away. He paused. "I don't want to hear from you or speak to you, Michael. I don't want you to go anywhere near Justin, not even to apologize. As far as I'm concerned our friendship is over. Things may change, but right now I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you."
Voice breaking, Brian said, "You could have killed him," and then left.
Silence filled the kitchen after his exit and Michael squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he'd been gutted with a rusty butter knife. He'd fucked up. No. He was light years past fucked up and well into cataclysmic.
A reality that was brought forcefully home when David finally spoke. "I think you should move back in with Emmett."
Michael wanted to object, to argue, but what could he say? If he'd been in David's place he'd want nothing to do with himself either.
He looked over at the man who loved him, who he could have spent the rest of his life with and said, "I know it's not nearly enough, but I am sorry. I really never meant to hurt anyone."
"You're right. It's not nearly enough."
David grabbed his keys off of the counter and said, "I'm going to work; I don't want you here when I get back," and walked out, leaving Michael all alone.
Brian slipped into the loft as quietly as possible and started stripping off his clothes as soon as he'd locked the door. All he could think about was climbing back into the safety of his bed, where his beautiful lover waited.
And Justin was his lover, with everything that word entailed. He owed Michael that much, at least. Who knows how long he would have continued to ignore and deny? He might very well have driven Justin away, because he was too chickenshit to admit that the kid was important to him.
He slid between the sheets and curled up around Justin's sleeping form. He needed Justin right now -- needed to feel the heat of his body, needed to possess him.
It was the only way he knew to drive away the fear and pain.
A better man would wait for his lover to wake, but Brian wasn't a better man; he was a selfish asshole, and yet, for some incredible reason, Justin loved him anyway.
He slid his hands over Justin's chest, stopping to pinch a nipple and play with the nipple ring on the other. He gave the ring a twist and felt both nipples harden.
He continued to play with the warm metal and pebbled flesh at the same time as he licked a trail from Justin's shoulder to his ear.
Taking the lobe into his mouth his suckled and bit into the soft flap of skin. Justin moaned softly and tilted his head to allow Brian easier access, but Brian moved away.
Carefully shifting Justin onto his back, Brian pushed the blankets out of the way and took the ringed nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over and around, using it to alternately tug on and then press against the ring until Justin's hands came up and fingers were buried in his hair.
He released his treat and leaned back to look into dilated eyes. "Awake yet, Sunshine?" he asked with a grin.
Justin licked his lips and Brian's eyes zeroed in on that luscious mouth. Justin managed to say, "I...," before Brian covered those lips with his own.
They kissed hungrily for minutes, hours, days before they finally separated to suck in lungfuls of air.
"Fuck me," Justin said in a breathless, hungry voice that went straight to Brian dick. He didn't even hesitate, simply reached across to the lube and condoms. He popped the top on the lube with one hand and ripped opened the condom packet with his other hand and his teeth.
Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist and grinning widely, reached down to stroke his hand over Brian hard cock.
Brian hissed and quickly pulled Justin's hand away. "Fuck. Do that again and I'll shoot."
"Wouldn't want that," Justin said and pulled Brian down for another deep, wet kiss. When the kiss ended Brian quickly rolled the condom on and covered his fingers in lube. He reached between their bodies and pressed his index finger into his lover's body. He groaned, feeling the hot, silky flesh convulsing around him, and pressed the finger in deeper.
Justin arched his back and demanded, "More. Brian."
Brian obeyed, adding a second finger, then a third. Scissoring them back and forth, he made sure to brush against the hard nub inside Justin's body making his lover moan and writhe.
"Now, Brian, now," Justin cried out and, once again, Brian obeyed. He shoved Justin's legs up and over his shoulders, wanting to bury himself as deeply as possible inside Justin's body.
He pressed in, forcing himself to go slowly, wanting this to last as long as possible, but lost his control almost immediately when he felt tight muscles ripple around his hardened flesh.
He thrust hard and buried his cock to the hilt and Justin cried out, digging his heels into Brian's back. Brian leaned down and Justin leaned up and their mouths met. Teeth clashing and tongues dueling, Brian began to pump in and out Justin's ass. Harder and harder, he pumped his hips and felt Justin's body rising to meet his every thrust.
It was far, far too soon when he felt his balls tighten and he gave one last violent thrust, burying himself as deeply as possible, and came with a shout of triumph.
He collapsed down onto Justin's chest, arms too rubbery to hold him and rolled them onto their sides. Justin buried his face in Brian's throat and reached between them to wrap his hand around his own still hard cock. Brian tangled his fingers with Justin's and together they stroked Justin off. Body rigid, Justin came silently and then melted into Brian.
They stayed that way for several languid minutes, content and drained.
"Mmmm," Justin said, eventually. "You can wake me like that anytime."
"I'll keep that in mind," Brian said and reluctantly parted from Justin, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash can.
They curled back up together with Brian stroking Justin's back. He couldn't seem to get enough of touching Justin. Everything was different now and it terrified him, but somehow holding Justin close calmed him.
"You alright," Justin asked.
Brian looked into concerned and, yes, love-filled blue eyes and smiled. "I'm good."
Justin yawned widely. "I need to get up, but I don't want to move."
"I need to get ready for school."
"No you don't. Your mom's calling you in sick today and were both playing hooky."
Justin smirked and slipped his hand down to cup Brian's balls. "However will we keep ourselves occupied?" he said and leaned in to lick one of Brian's nipples.
Brian felt his dick begin to harden again. He rolled over onto his back, giving Justin free-rein with his body. "I thought you said you were tired."
Justin hummed around the nipple he was suckling. Looking up, Justin graced Brian with his room-brightening smile. "I'll sleep later." He moved lower, nipping and licking his way down Brian's body. "Much later," he said and carefully bit down on Brian's inner thigh.
Suddenly feeling the need to let Justin know some of what Brian felt for him, he stopped Justin's ministrations. Lifting that beautiful face away from his groin, Brian said, "It's more than just fucking, with you."
Justin flashed another brilliant smile and said, "I know," then swallowed Brian whole.
And as Brian arched up off the bed and settled in to enjoy the work of a true master, his final coherent thought was that it was a good thing Justin was on to him.