Mikey Doesn't Like It
"Again?" Michael asked. "What is it you think Ive done before?"
"Interfere in my relationships."
Justin listened from the landing and knew he should go back to Brians room, if his lover saw him he would be really upset, but something kept him rooted where he was.
Michael laughed. "What relationships? The only guy youve fucked more than once was that doctor. And then he wouldnt leave you alone because he thought it was more."
"It was." At least it mightve been if their lives hadnt been running in opposite directions.
Michael snorted. "I know you, Bri--"
"No, you dont. Thats the problem. And I dont know you anymore either. My best friend wouldnt behave the way you are now."
"And how is that?" Michael spat.
Brian rolled his eyes. "Youre jealous."
Justin was shocked. After Brian spent the whole weekend in New York avoiding Michael, he never thought hed be so blunt.
Michaels face flushed. "I am not."
"No? Then why did you come here when Ted told you I would be with Justin this weekend?"
"I needed to know you were okay," Michael stammered as the color drained from his cheeks.
"Ted told you I was fine."
"You wouldnt talk to me. You didnt return any of my calls. I called everywhere and you ignored me!"
"Because I was angry," the detective admitted. "You treated Justin like shit when we were in New York."
"I did not!"
"You took every chance to make him feel uncomfortable or insult him, and when that didnt work you resorted to crank calling our room or interrupting our plans. And you hurt Vic, Michael. I heard you tell him it was his fault we werent together."
"I didnt mean it, he knows that! I just wish I still lived here, the way it used to be."
"It wouldnt have made a difference, you know that," Brian said firmly.
Michael nodded sadly. "Yeah, I know, because of the Boy Wonder with the bionic leg."
Brian frowned. "Michael--"
The other man just waved him off. "Just go, Im sure hes wait--" Michael grudgingly glanced upstairs to the bedroom and glared at the blond at the railing, "spying from the top of the stairs."
Justin blushed when Brian looked up. "I wasnt! I just You disappeared," he offered lamely.
"I needed to talk to Mikey for a minute," Brian replied. "And you need to call Emmett about some meeting today. Go do that and Ill be right up."
"Okay," the blond agreed, but he didnt move.
Brian saw him wringing the belt on the robe in his hands. "Justin?"
"I want to know why Michaels been calling me," the artist blurted before he could second guess himself again.
"What? Why would I call you?" Michael stammered.
Brian glanced from his lover to his friend and back again. "What are you talking about?"
"The wrong numbers and hang ups Ive been getting. I thought they were just that, but now I think it was Michael."
"Brian are you going to let him get away with this?" Michael screeched.
The detective held up his hand to silence his friend. "Justin, you got those calls before you even met Michael."
"I mean since we got back from New York."
Brians eyes widened. "Why didnt you tell me before?"
The artist tried to shrug nonchalantly, but Brian could see the tension. "I didnt want them to be anything else. I hoped it was just a coincidence like you said."
The detective didnt like the bitterness in his tone, especially directed at him. "So why do you think it was Michael?"
"Brian!" Michael protested.
"You said yourself hes done it before and he just said he called everyone looking for you after you were hurt. That was the night I got a bunch so I was just want to know it was him so I so I know."
So he knew it wasnt Eric. Christ, how was he ever going to get rid of this shadow? But he needed to get rid of another pest first. Brian watched his friend carefully. Justin hadnt made an airtight case against him but it had some validity.
Michael visibly squirmed under the detectives scrutiny. "How could I call him? I dont have his number," the man insisted.
"Youre not supposed to have a key either, but you still got in," Brian countered.
"My business card," Justin told them. "I gave them out at the party."
Brian raised an eyebrow. "Good deduction, Angel, now would you mind giving us a minute?"
The cold glint in Brians eye told him it wasnt really a question so Justin reluctantly nodded and went back to the bedroom.
Michaels smirk at watching him leave was short-lived when he saw Brians scowl. "I didnt--"
The detective suddenly pushed him back against the wall. It didnt hurt him, but it made sure he had his complete attention. Brian glared into his friends surprised eyes, locking their gazes. "Listen to me very carefully, Mikey. Are you listening?"
The other man nodded.
"No more fucking around, got it?"
"You have no idea what youre fucking with here so leave him alone. Am I clear?"
"Crystal. You believe him instead of me."
Brian wouldve laughed at his view of the situation if it didnt make him so frustrated. "You have to admit right now hes got more credibility."
"How?" Michael cried indignantly.
"Youve been lying to me since you got here."
"Whered you get the key from? I know its not Teds."
Michael looked away, knowing he was caught. "I made a copy of the spare you gave me over Christmas. I dont understand why you were such a prick about it," he accused to deflect the blame. "I had one to the loft before."
Brian sighed. Yes, hed been a prick because he didnt want Michael to think it meant anything. Not that it had helped at all obviously. "You dont live in the Pitts anymore," Brian explained again. "Ted and Danny both live less than five minutes away. Why do you need one? So you can let yourself in like last night?"
"Yes, if I need too," Michael persisted. "I had to get your attention."
Brian couldnt stand the pleading look in his eyes and took a step back. He was suddenly uncomfortable with their close proximity. "Im not doing this anymore," he said exasperatedly. "Well be leaving in about an hour so take a shower or whatever you need to do and decide where youre going. And dont forget to leave the key on the counter before you go."
By the time Brian got back upstairs Justin had finished his shower and was on the phone with Emmett. Brian thought he felt a chill coming from the other man and grudgingly showered by himself. When he came back out the artist was at the window, obviously lost in thought.
"Hey," the older man said softly as he wrapped his arms around his lover. He stroked the artists hip through the thin robe he was wearing again.
Justin leaned back against him but didnt respond.
The detective set his chin on the artists shoulder and kissed his neck. "Whatd Emmett want?"
"Theres a buyer from London in town this weekend. Lindsay sold him some of my work while I was in the hospital. Hes interested in more and wants to meet me this time."
"Of course he does," Brian smiled against his cheek. "Have you set a meeting yet?"
"Emmett wants to do lunch with a tour today and try to get him interested in some of Georges collection as well, I guess hes big with Amnesty International, but Lindsays balking because shes supposed to go to Philadelphia today and she thinks she should be with us."
"Why?" Once again, Lindsay was fucking up his life. If they had to push the meeting back until she got back, their weekend would be shot. But if they went ahead with the lunch (thank you, Emmett) they could still be at the bed and breakfast by supper.
"Shes in charge of Georges collection and I think shes afraid were trying to push her out again. Especially since we havent been getting along lately."
"Maybe it is time she moves on," Brian suggested.
"To what? There arent any teaching positions open in the area and she hasnt been able to put enough time in the studio to get a show together. I know Mels practice is finally taking off, but I dont want them to be short again if anything happens."
"Its not your job to take care of them, its mine."
"Right," Justin snorted. He felt Brian stiffen and turned, quickly adding, "I know you would, but Lindsay wouldnt let you."
Brian nodded. "So whats the plan then?" he asked to change the subject. "Are we still getting outta here? Mikey should be ready to leave soon so we are free to hit the road whenever youre ready."
This time Justin went rigid. When he mentioned Michael. "I guess."
Brian tipped his chin up so the blond couldnt look away. "He wont bother you anymore."
"If you say so," Justin replied sarcastically.
Brian struggled to keep from lashing back. He just had to remind himself the blond had been through a lot and was allowed some slack. "Justin, if you had told me everything I wouldnt have dismissed it," he said evenly.
The artist tried to feign disinterest, turning his attention to his clothes. "You were right anyway, I just blew it out of proportion. I dont think Michael meant any real harm."
Brian sat down on the bed and pulled his lover onto his lap. "Doesnt matter. You have every reason to be guarded. And I never meant to make you feel like you couldnt talk to me about it. I really thought it was just a random call or two. Now I want you to tell me everything."
"Tell me," Brian ordered.
Justin sighed and leaned against his shoulder. "It started just after Christmas, the first one was at home."
"What exactly happened?"
"I answered the phone and I could hear someone breathing on the other end, but they didnt say anything. After a few seconds they hung up."
"The next morning it happened again, but I was at the office."
"Did they call your office phone or your cell phone?"
"The office phone."
"Okay, what else?"
"After that I stopped answering any calls I couldnt identify with caller id because it just creeped me out. When I didnt answer the phone there were a few hang-ups on the machine, but nothing really suspicious."
"At home or work?"
"Mostly work, but one or two at home, I think."
"Okay, then what?"
"We went to New York. The last few days since weve been back Ive had a few hang-ups again, but nothing more, until the other night. I thought I heard my cell phone ringing when we went to bed but didnt bother with it. When I checked it yesterday, I had three or four hang-ups in a row. And it was the same thing this morning."
"Had you ever gotten hang-ups or wrong numbers on your cell before, I mean during the last two weeks?"
"And you think that was Michael, the last few days, calling your cell phone?"
"Yes, at least I hope it was." He sat back a little to see Brians reaction, but he couldnt read the detectives face.
"What about the other calls?"
Justin shook his head, averting his eyes. "I dont know."
Stop holding back. "But you suspect Eric."
"I dont know," the blond repeated, but Brian could feel him tense.
The older man held him tighter. "Okay, Angel, were gonna find out."
"Do you believe me?" Justin asked, holding his breath.
"What about Michael?"
Brian lowered his forehead to the artists shoulder. "I think you could be right, but we have no way of proving it now. Theres been no actual crime committed so I cant just start yanking phone records. However, if it was him, hell stop because he knows we know. He was just being stupid, but like you said, he didnt mean any real harm. If they continue, its a good chance its someone else, or maybe still just a coincidence. But one way or the other, I will find out, and if your crazy fucking ex is back in town, hes not getting anywhere near you." He looked into the blue eyes staring down on him. "Okay?"
Justin nodded, his shoulders sagging as some of the tension left. Did he dare hope Brian was right this time?
The detective was relieved by his nod, but he could still see doubt furrowing his brow. At a loss for what else to do to reassure the young man until they had more to work with, he momentarily let his own emotions spill over. "Youre mine now," he added fiercely. "I wont let him hurt you again."
The blondes eyes widened in surprise, searching for some sign of where that outburst suddenly came from, but then he decided he didnt care as long as it was genuine, and he believed it was. He flung his arms around the older mans neck, squeezing him almost desperately. "I know."
Michael stood outside the room, listening through door that Brian left ajar. Hed only come up to say good-bye, but ended up eavesdropping when he heard the men talking about the phone calls hed been accused of making. In his mind, he had a right to know because Brian obviously hadnt told him everything that was going on. But as is usually the case, once you know, you wish you didnt. Brians sudden declaration to the younger man was like a knife in Michaels heart. Part of him wanted to flee or interrupt, but the other part that had to know, hoping he misunderstood, won control. He carefully nudged the door open slightly wider so he could see the two men.
Justin stood from Brians lap where he was sitting on the bed and the robe the artist had been wearing suddenly fell to the floor. Brian pulled him back down on the bed and removed the towel around his own hips as he lay down next to him. They were stretched out face to face on their sides as limbs tangled together. Justins injured leg was carefully set over Brians thigh as they pressed closer to each other.
Michael stifled a gasp as he saw the extent of the scarring on the artists leg. But what was more disturbing was Brians obvious tenderness and caring for the other man. Michael didnt want to believe what his friend had said, but it was hard to deny he had feelings for the blond when watching them together.
After listening to them fucking the night before, shit they made a racket, Michael was still able to convince himself Brian was just using the kid to get off, to stroke his ego because he was nearing forty. After all, Michael did remember what Brian was like when he turned thirty. But watching them now
"If we dont go now, well never get out of this bed," Justin said regretfully, trying to pull away. However, he didnt fight much when Brians lips refused to be displaced from his neck.
"Youre point is?" Brian replied huskily, trailing hot kisses over the artists collarbone.
"I wont be able to sit through my meeting," Justin panted.
"If I can manage to walk after you fucked me through the mattress last night--" Brian started.
Michaels mouth gaped open in disbelief. He never imagined Brian ever
The artist blushed. "I meant I wont be able to concentrate. The more I get the more I want."
"Not a problem." Brian suddenly rolled off the bed and knelt at the left bottom corner of the mattress. "Put your ass right here."
Never needing to be told twice, Justin quickly scrambled over to the edge and rolled onto his belly. He straddled the corner in front of Brian as he knelt on the floor with his left leg and extended his right leg out on the bed.
Brian watched the blond position himself, only kneading the firm globes presented to him, until Justin was settled. He leaned forward and kissed his right hip. "Okay?"
"Yes, ploh fuuuuck " His plea obviously wasnt necessary as Brians tongue slithered over the puckered opening as soon as he said yes. The older man rimmed him voraciously and Justin keened. "Brian " The blonds hand reached back, struggling to touch the other man, and Brian caught it, entwining their fingers together.
Michael blanched and stumbled away from the door, tears stinging his eyes. He didnt even know that man in there, his supposed friend, and yet he suddenly wanted him more than ever. This was the man hed been waiting for all these years. Anger and grief flooded through him as he remembered all the shit hed been through with Brian, always telling himself it would be worth it in the end. Once Brian was ready they would be together. But obviously he wanted someone else. Someone he just met a fucking month ago. This wasnt the way it was supposed to be!
But it was, so what could he do about it?
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