A Fly on the Wall

"Oh God, Brian yes!"

"Do you like it baby? Tell me that you like it."

"Oh, yes I love it!" Justin grunted. "Harder, fuck me harder."

Brian thrust his hips forward. "Like this, is that what you want?" he panted.

"Ahhhh, yes!" Justin cried out.

Brian grabbed his baby around the waist with one arm, and rolled over onto his back. "Fuck me you bad little boy." He positioned Justin on top.

Justin slid his ass up, and down Brian's cock. "Is that what you want daddy? You want it like this?"

Brian opened his mouth answer, but "Ahhhhhh!" was the only thing that came out.

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Tony placed his pillow over his head. For Christ sake, when was it going to end? Those two had been going at it for hours. How the hell was a man suppose to get any sleep with the earth moving on the other side his bedroom wall?

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"Oooh Brian!" Justin cried out again.

"Are you cumming baby? Oh shit!" Brian's voice bounced off of the walls.

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To hell with it. Tony tossed his pillow aside. For a moment he forgot about the suture line down the center of his chest, and attempted to sit up. However he was quickly reminded by a sharp pain that pushed him back down onto the bed. Tony closed his eyes, and took a few shallow breaths as he waited for the pain to subside before trying again. This time he braced one arm across his chest, then used his free arm to ease himself into a sitting position. That wasn't so bad. Slowly he inched his way to the edge of the bed, until both feet were flat on the floor. Steady…steady…steady, he rose a standing position.

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Brian rolled over onto his back. "God that was hott." he exhaled.

His equally exhausted partner rolled over onto his back as well. "Do you think anyone heard us?" Justin whispered.

"I doubt it." Brian lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. "Mary's room is all the way downstairs, and Tony is so full of Vicodin, I'm sure he's dead asleep by now." he said.

"Do you think we should go check on him?" Justin fretted.

"Nah, he's alright." Brian huffed a ring of smoke into the air.

"But he looks so weak. You saw for yourself that he couldn't even make it up the stairs today without your help. He hardly ate anything for lunch, or dinner, and sometimes when he thinks no one is paying attention, I can tell that he's still in a lot of pain. You weren't like that when you had your heart attack." Justin noted.

"I had angioplasty. That's different than bypass surgery. They didn't have to crack my sternum, and go inside my chest." Brian reminded him. "Don't worry about Tony. He may be down now, but he's still as strong as a bull, and twice as stubborn. He'll be back fucking your brains out in no time." Brian crushed out the remainder of his cigarette, and turned off the lamp on his bedside table. "Let's go to sleep." he said.

Justin pulled the sheet up over them both, and snuggled close to Brian's side. "Brian."

"Hum?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"It's three o'clock in the morning baby. Is this a quick question?" Brian closed his eyes.

"I'll make it quick." Justin promised.

"What is it?"

"When you and Tony were together, which one was top?" Justin asked.

Brian opened his eyes in the darkness. Justin's question had caught him completely off guard. Quick, he needed something witty to say before his silence gave him away. Too late. Justin reached up, and turned on the lamp on the bedside table nearest him. "He did, didn't he? Tony toped you, I knew it!" The young man grinned.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Brian tried to play it off.

"Oooh man, I bet that was hott. I would have given anything to see that." Justin's grin grew wider. "Did he suck your cock first? I know he did. Did you blow him back?"

"That's none of your business, you little pervert. Why do you want to know?" Brian frowned.

"I just do. Come on Brian tell me pleeeeese, pretty please, and don't leave out any of the details." Justin crossed his legs, and perched himself in the middle of the bed.

"I'm going to sleep Justin." Brian rolled over onto his side, and covered his head with the sheet.

"Did he rim you first? I know he did. What about you, did you rim him, did you two switch up? Who topped who first…?" Justin's fantasies continued to run wild.

"Good night Justin!"

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Tony opened his medicine cabinet, and took out the prescription of Vicodin Dr. Sharma had given him. Maybe another pain pill would drown out the voices next door, and help him to get some sleep. Tony placed the pill inside his mouth, and flushed it down with a full glass of water. As he was closing the medicine cabinet door he happened to catch a glimpse of his torso in the bathroom mirror. With the new suture line down the center of his chest, and the old scar he received when his spleen was ruptured during the altercation at Brian's prom, his body was now beginning to look like some hideous roadmap. Yep, his topless days at the beach were definitely over.

Tony secured the ties on his robe, and shuffled over to the wet bar in the far corner his bedroom. There he pulled out a cold bottle of Seagram's wine cooler from the small refrigerator, before proceeding on to the balcony. Damn it, even opening the sliding glass door took great effort, as the slightest upper body movement made it feel as if his chest were being ripped open all over again. Six weeks. That was how long it was going to take for him to even begin to feel normal again, at least that was what Dr. Sharma said. However at this point Tony had his doubts.

A warm breeze skimmed over the landscape below, filling the night air with the scent of freshly cut grass, and roses. Tony eased down into his seat, and twisted the cap off of his drink. "You know you really shouldn't mix pain killers, and alcohol." A voice behind him said.

Tony looked over his shoulder to find Brian standing in the sliding glass doorway. "I wouldn't call this alcohol. It's more like Kool-Aid with a kick." Tony took a swallow.

Brian stepped out onto the balcony, and slid the glass door shut behind him. He sat down in the chair closest to Tony, then reached over and took the wine cooler from Tony's hand. Brian lifted the chilled bottle to his lips, and took a gulp. "What are you doing up this time of the morning?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep." Tony said.

"Why? We didn't wake you did we?" Brian handed the bottle back to Tony.

"No, of course not. I'm use to hearing wails of passion in the wee hours of the morning, and having my pictures fall down around my head because of the headboard banging against the other side of my bedroom wall." Tony took another swallow of his drink.

"You should have came over, and joined us. We would have taken it easy on you, or you could have just watched." Brian innocently suggested.

"Thanks." Tony said sarcastically. "Come to think of it, where is my other one? You didn't kill him did you?"

"Nah, he's not dead. He finally fell asleep." Brian smiled.

"Good, now maybe someone else can get some rest around here." Tony finished the remainder of his drink, and placed the empty bottle on the balcony floor next to his chair. The Vicodin, and the alcohol were beginning to take affect. He rested his head on the high back of his seat, and closed his eyes.

"Tony."

"Hum?"

"Are you going to be alright?" Brian fretted.

Tony opened his eyes, and looked over at Brian. "Do you know something I don't?" he asked.

"No. It's just that Justin was worried about…"

"Justin was worried?" Tony smiled.

"Alright…so we're both a little worried." Brian admitted. "I was just thinking…What I mean to say is.…I know that Justin has to go back to school. He's already missed over two weeks, but I don't have to go back to Pittsburgh right away. I can run everything from here for awhile. Theodore can take care of the office, and stop in on Babylon for me, and Cynthia can set up any appointments I need to be present for. I don't have to be there to be creative, I can be creative anywhere."

"You're forgetting about Gus." Tony reminded him.

Brian looked out over the rose gardens below. "I'm not forgetting about Gus, but I can't forget about you either. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want anything to happen to us, you, and me, and Justin. It's all too perfect now…. I'm afraid….I'm afraid that…."

Tony reached over, and brought Brian's hand up to his lips for a kiss. "I'm not going anywhere Precious." he said.

"Promise." Brian insisted.

Tony looked into Brian's hazel eyes. Christ, they looked just like Gus's did on the afternoon the precocious little moppet found his way to The Plaza Hotel. Tony had already accepted the handwritten invitation to the re-opening of Babylon, but that wasn't enough for Brian's son. Like his father, Gus insisted on nothing less than a promise. Tony took his index finger, and made the sign of the cross across his chest. "I promise Precious, cross my heart, and hope to die." he vowed.

Brian leaned over, and sealed their agreement with a kiss. "Hummm."

"Be careful, I need a shave." Tony warned.

Brian ran the back of his hand along the side of Tony's face. Ooooh the feel of that morning stubble against his skin. It reeked of manliness. No, Tony definitely DID NOT need to shave. Brian could feel his dick already responding, as he proceeded to unwrap his brand new toy. He reached down, and loosened the ties on Tony's robe, allowing the white terry cloth to ease open. Brian paused briefly to pay homage to the black Tahitian pearl around Tony's neck, the one Justin had bestowed on both of the men that he loved. One, two three, four Brian counted the distinctive ringlets on the precious nacre, before continuing on his journey across Tony's body. Brian looked down at Tony's rippled belly, and the imprint of his sleeping cock resting comfortably on that famous left thigh. He then gently ran his fingers through the sprouting regrowth on Tony's pecs, before tracing his middle finger along the sutured line in the center of Tony's chest.

"See? I'm all scared up like an old roadmap." Tony said.

"Not exactly. You're more like a gladiator, fresh from battle." Brian whispered.

"Are you my spoils?" Tony uttered.

"Yes." Brian said.

Brian left his seat, and knelt down in front of Tony. He leaned forward, and slowly kissed his way along Tony's latest battle scar, then all the way down to his lap. Brian rested his face on Tony's thigh, allowing the cool silky material of Tony's boxers to caress his cheek. He could feel Tony's cock inching over to meet him. Six weeks, they had to wait six weeks, he kept reminding himself. "God, I love the feel of you." Brian sighed.

By now Tony's dick had found its way through the fly of his shorts. "Brian, we'd better stop precious." Tony stroked his fingers through Brian's hair.

Brian nuzzled his face closer into Tony's crotch. "God I love the smell of you." he moaned.

Tony held his breath, and watched helplessly as Brian grasped his willing member, and glided it's head first along the side of his face, then across his lips for a gentle kiss. That did it! To hell with Dr. Sharma, six weeks, six months, or even six minutes. If he died, he died. Tony reached down, and placed his dick, and his life into Brian's mouth.

The daring lovers were unaware that they had gained an audience. Justin stood silently in the dark, watching his two princes from behind the sliding glass door of Tony's bedroom. Christ, what the hell was Brian doing? It was too soon. Dr. Sharma said they had to wait six weeks. SIX WEEKS, and here it had been less than 24hrs since Tony's release from the hospital. Justin had to do something, or Brian was going to kill Tony for sure. The young man reached for the handle on the sliding glass door only to be stopped by the sizzling visual of Brian's mouth skillfully moving up, and down Tony's shaft. Tony's eyes were closed, his mouth was wide open, and his hand was firmly locked onto the back of Brian's head. "Oooooh!" He rocked his hips upward to meet Brian's mouth.

"Come on Brian, come on daddy. Suck him off, he's almost there." Justin found himself silently cheering his lover on.

The sweet carnage taking place on the balcony proved to be more than the young man could stand. Justin reached inside his robe, and began to stroke himself. The hot gasps that escaped his throat steamed up the sliding glass door, clouding his view, while outside Tony's hips continued to rock, and Brian's head moved faster. God, Vic was so right, just look at them. Was there anything more beautiful? It had been Vic's dying wish to be a fly on the wall to witness when Brian, and Tony finally came together. If only the wise old queen who had predicted that this night would surely come to pass could be there to see them now.

"Yes, they are marvelous aren't they?" A familiar voice broke the stillness of the room.

A startled Justin let go of his dick, and quickly turned around. "Vic?" He whispered, into the darkness, but there was no one there.

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