Friends In Need
Brian waited to see if Michael would mention anything to him about his breakup
with Ben. Emmett, and Ted had begun to comment about Ben’s absence,
but Michael would quickly cover it up by saying that the professor was involved
in extra activities on campus. Justin was so busy being happy in his new
situation with Brian that he didn’t even notice that Michael had all
but stopped calling the loft. Michael continued to slowly pull away from
his friends until eventually he stopped meeting them for breakfast at the
diner, and after work for drinks at Woody’s.
His days were now spent at the comic book store, and his nights were spent
at
Just as Leo Brown had promised, Brian received the samples of Brown Athletics
summer gear 2003. Brian sifted through the colorful swatches
of material, as Cynthia inspected their newest
line of women’s athletic shoes. “Have you ever seen anything so
hideous?” she asked.
Brian looked at the shoe his assistant was holding in her hand. “How
the hell am I suppose to sell that?” He wondered
out loud.
“I don’t know, but you have less than five months to figure that
out.” Cynthia handed Brian the horrible yellow shoe. “Justin called
when you were in your meeting with Baxter.” she said.
“What did he want?”
“He said it wasn’t important, and that he’ll see you
tonight.” Cynthia watched as an unconscious smile swept across her bosses
face. “I never thought I’d live to see the day when the hottest
stud in the Pitts would be fallen by a mere boy.” she smiled. “Talk
about David, and Goliath.”
Brian placed the yellow shoe back in its box without comment.
“Where’s Michael these days?” Cynthia asked. “I’ve
noticed he hasn’t been calling.”
“Busy with the shop I’d guess.” Brian said.
“Really? I thought maybe Justin had edged him
out of his position.”
“What position?”
“Until Justin came along, it was Michael who had your heart.” she
said.
“We’ve been best friends since eighth grade.” Brian reminded
her.
“I know. That explains why he’s jealous. You’re spending more
time with Justin, and he’s feeling left out. Does Michael have a
boyfriend?”
“Don’t you have something to do?” Brian asked.
“Or......does Michael want you to be his boyfriend?” Cynthia pressed
the issue. Brian’s inquisitive assistant read the expression on her
boss’s face. “Ok, I’m leaving.” she said. “It just
so happens that I do have something to do. I have to go and reserve your
suite for February. Vanguard is sparing no expense this time.
“Goodbye Cynthia.”
Cynthia stood, and began heading toward the door. “I’ll leave you
to your task at hand.” she said. “Don’t forget I’m counting
on you boss. One more Leo Brown bonus, and I’m
off on my Alaskan cruise.” She smiled as she walked out of the
door.
Brian leaned back in his chair. Again visions of a battered Justin standing
at the top of Tony’s staircase came to mind.
“Kevin, you son of a bitch.” Brian uttered,
as his cell phone began to ring. “Yeah.” he answered.
“Brian. It’s me, Emmett.”
“Emmett, what’s up?”
“I’m worried about Michael.”
Brian sighed. “What’s wrong with Mikey now?” he
asked.
“I know he’s been acting strange lately, not meeting us for breakfast,
not coming to Woody’s, and hanging out at
Babylon almost every night, but last night he didn’t come home at
all.”
“Mikey’s a big boy, he’s allowed
to stay out all night if he wants to.” Brian reminded Michael’s
mother-hen roommate.
“He came home this morning too wasted to go to work, and he told me
that he and Ben have broken up. In fact they’ve been broken up for almost
a month now, and he didn’t tell anybody. He looks horrible Brian. I’m
worried about him.” Emmett said again.
“I’ll stop by after work.” Brian promised him.
Brian left work early, shortly after receiving Emmett’s call. After
knocking on Michael’s front door, and waiting for an unusually long
length of time, he used the extra set of keys Michael had given him to gain
entrance. “Hey Mikey!.” Brian called from
the doorway. The apartment was dead silent. Brian made his way to Michael’s
room. From behind the closed bedroom door he could hear the muffled sounds
of gurgling. Brian attempted to turn the knob, but the door was locked.
“Michael, open the door.” He called a little louder, but still
there was no answer. Brian positioned himself against the door, and rammed
it with his shoulder once, twice, three times, until the wooden frame finally
gave way. Upon entering the room he found his best friend naked, and sprawled
across the bed on his back. Brian hurried over, and pulled him to a sitting
position. “MICHAEL, WAKE UP!” he shouted.
Michael opened his bloodshot eyes. “Hey
Brian.” He smiled, just before he started to vomit.
“SHIT!” Brian released his grip.
Michael he fell back onto the bed. He began to gag as the foul smelling emesis
now leaped from his mouth, and nose. Again Brian pulled his friend to a sitting
position, this time ignoring the putrid fluids,
he wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist, and hoisted him to his feet.
Michael continued to empty his guts as Brian hauled him off to the bathroom,
and stuffed him into the tub.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Michael squealed like a frightened pig when Brian turned on the
water.
Brian flung the vomit from his hands, and looked down at his ruined garment.
“Fucking asshole, this suit cost me nineteen hundred dollars, I should
make you pay for it!” he growled.
Michael splashed around in the rapidly filling bathtub. “I’m sorry
Brian.” He whined over the running water.
Brian could hear it coming. “Don’t you dare start crying, I mean
it Michael!” he warned.
“I can’t help it.” Michael sobbed anyway.
Brian stripped down to his underwear, and knelt down beside the tub.
“I’m not mad at you.” he lied. “Now hold still while
wash this shit off you. What the hell are you trying to do, what’s with
all of the drinking?” he asked.
“I only had a few drinks.” Michael sniffed.
“A few? When you’re too plastered to go
to work that’s more than a few.” Brian pointed out.
“What the hell do you care? You don’t give a shit about me, go
home to Justin.” Michael snorted.
“Leave Justin out of this.” Brian said,
and continued to bathe his friend.
Brian tied a towel around Michael’s waist, and
lead him back to the bedroom. He sat his friend
in a chair near the window, then went about the
business of cleaning up the mess. Brian grumbled a string of curse words
as he tied his new suit in a large plastic bag, along with Michael’s
vomit soaked sheets. “Don’t you move, stay right there.” he
ordered. “I have to go wash this shit off me now.” he
said.
Michael crawled across the newly changed bed, and
laid quietly listening to the water running in the
shower. Somewhere in the back of his drunken mind he convinced himself that
his fantasy had come true, that he was laying in
bed, and waiting for Brian to come to him. The sweet taboo that occurred
at the loft was still a vivid memory in his mind. Michael could still feel
the heat of Brian’s mouth as it glided along his cock, teasing it to
attention, and making it pulsate for more. Michael stroked his dick, and
continued to listen to the water. He closed his eyes, remembering the look
on his best friend’s face when Brian pushed
him onto the bed, and hastily entered him.
“Oooohhhh yeah.”
Michael moaned.
Michael left the bed, and quietly walked over to the bathroom. From the doorway
he could see the silhouette of Brian behind the shower curtain. Michael continued
to stroke himself as he proceeded to the tub where an unsuspecting Brian
was busily soaping himself. The enamored best friend eased the curtain back
to find Brian with his eyes closed, and facing the running water. Michael’s
eyes followed the stream of water as it rinsed away the white foamy lather
past Brian’s shoulders, along the curve of his back, and between the
tight mounds of his heart shaped ass. Unable to resist the treasure before
him, Michael reached out and placed his hand on the small of Brian’s
back.
Brian’s eyes flew open just as the suds from his hair began to run down
his face. “Oh shit!” he yelped. “Damn it Michael!” He
cursed as the soap began to burn his eyes. Michael quickly discarded his
towel, and climbed into the shower behind his friend. He wrapped his arms
around Brian’s waist, and snuggled close to his back. Brian could feel
Michael’s stiff cock pressing against his ass. “Michael what the
fuck are you doing? Get the fuck off me!” he
protested.
Fueled by liquor, Michael mustered up his courage. He further positioned
himself behind his blinded friend, then reach around,
and grasped Brian’s cock in his hand. “No, I’m not letting
you go this time. I’m going to fuck you Brian.” he said.
The soap continued to sting Brian’s eyes while he struggled to maintain
his balance in the slippery tub. He reached out, and leaned forward, bracing
his hands against the wall in front of him..............“I’m sorry,
excuse me.....” He heard someone say.
Michael was still holding Brian’s dick when they both turned toward
the voice. It was Ben standing next to the opened shower curtain. “Emmett
called me. He was worried about you, and asked me to come over. Your door
was open, so I just came in. I’m sorry that I did.” Ben
said.
Brian and Michael scrambled to get out of the tub as Ben turned, and exited
the bathroom. The two naked friends snatched towels from the rack, and quickly
wrapped them around their waists. “Ben wait please, it’s not what
you think.” Brian called after him.
Ben turned around as he reached the front door. “I don’t know why
I came here, I must be a glutton for punishment.” he chuckled bleakly.
“I thought maybe it had just been a one time thing between you
two, that you had finally given Michael the fuck
he’s always wanted, and now it was out of his system. I thought maybe
Michael and I could move on, just like you and Justin have moved on. Stupid
me, I should have known by the way he looks at you, how he’s always
talking about you, and hanging around. Michael’s in love with you Brian,
always have been, and probably always will be.”
“Ben that’s not true. There’s nothing between Michael, and
me. We’re just friends.” Brian tried to explain. “Tell him
Michael.”
“I’m sorry Ben.” Michael said.
Brian’s reddened eyes widened. “You’re sorry, what the fuck
do you mean, you’re sorry?”
“Goodbye Ben.” Michael said.
“Goodbye Michael.”
A stunned Brian watched helplessly as Ben left the apartment, and closed
the door behind him. He then turned to Michael who walked back to the bedroom,
and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Brian followed him. “Michael,
go after him. You have to tell Ben that this was all a mistake.” he
implored his best friend.
“No, it’s no use, it’s too late for
that.” Michael said, and buried his face in his hands
“Why did you tell him Michael? You know what happened between us at
the loft was an accident, a horrible accident that never should have
happened.” Brian anguished. “I was so angry with you for hurting
Justin, I was out of my mind with rage. I’ll
never forgive myself for hurting you Michael, I’d
give anything if I could take that night back.”
Michael looked up at Brian, and wiped away the tears that now welled in his
eyes. “I didn’t have to tell Ben anything, somehow he already knew.
Hell, everybody knows.” he said.
“How could anyone have known, unless you told
them?”
“I’m not talking about what happened at the loft Brian.
Everybody knows that I’m in love you.” Michael said.
The moment of truth had finally come, but Brian wasn’t prepared to confront
what he had suspected all along. In a feeble attempted to avoid the now tense
situation, he decided to blame it on the alcohol. “You’re drunk
Mikey.” Brian said.
“I’m not that drunk.” Michael began. “I’m just drunk
enough to tell you that I’ve been in love with you since the first time
that I saw you, and I hate Justin for taking you away from me.” he
confessed. “How can you love him, and not me? I’m the one who held
you all those times when Kevin hurt you. I’m the one who kept your secrets,
and hid you from your father when you were too afraid to go home. I gave
up everything for you Brian. I gave up David, a new life in
Brian sat down on the bed next to his friend. “I love you Mikey.”
he said. “You’re every bit as important to me as Justin is, you
know that. I’ve told you secrets that Justin will never
know, things that only a best friend would know,
things that only a brother would know.”
Michael leaned over, and laid his head on Brian’s shoulder. “I
don’t want to be your brother Brian.” He whispered, and placed
his hand on Brian’s thigh.
Brian gently moved Michael’s hand away. He then stood up from the bed,
and walked over to the dresser. Michael watched as Brian sifted through the
middle dresser drawer until he found a pair of sweat pants, and a top.
“I’ll get these back to you.” Brian promised, and quickly
slipped them on. “I have to go home now Michael. Are you going to be
ok?” he asked.
“Stay with me tonight Brian.” Michael pleaded. “I need
you, I need to make love to you. I need to show
you that I can be everything that you want me to be.”
“No you can’t.” Brian said as compassionately as he could.
“You’re my best friend Michael and I’d give my life for you,
but I can’t give you what you need. Justin already holds that place
in my heart that you’re seeking, and somehow you’re going to have
to accept that. Please don’t make me choose between the two of you.
I love you both.” Brian said. “And I need you both.” he
added.
NEXT WEEK: Love Handles
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