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PART 2: 
Pairing: Stef/Bri
Description: The story behind a quote by Brian that you can hear before a version of Bruise Pristine, "You didn't realize it but I made you turn the lights low like this so I can sing naked."
"Original" link
PART 1
Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
Stef lounged on the studio sofa waiting for Steve to finish laying down the final drum track for Bruise Pristine.
Brian waltzed in to the room with a can of soda in his hand and Stef smiled at the sight. He had a bright pink bendy straw sticking out of the beverage. Drinking straight from the can was clearly too masculine a feat for him to carry out.
As if he had read Stefan’s thoughts he retorted, “Fuck off, it wrecks my lipstick if don’t use a straw!”
Slouching onto the couch with feline grace Brian lay his head across Stefan’s thigh and offered him a sip from the can. Taking it from him, Stef held his eyes on Brian. The physical touch of Brian’s presence in Stef’s lap denoted his playful mood. Stef pulled the straw into his mouth with a flick of his tongue and suggestively sucked on its end drawing the sweet content of the can into his mouth.
Brain was not oblivious to Stef’s antics and swatted at him, “Tease!”
Stefan, removing the straw from his lips, giggled at Brian. He looked down at the lady-boy's blue-green eyes in awe. Even though he had seen them practically every day for two years now, he was still taken aback at just how pretty Brian's eyes were. When he looked in those eyes, he couldn't help but smile.
He pet at Brian's freshly dyed black hair, feeling the smoothness along with smelling the pretty scent that came from the conditioner he used. Leaning down, the pair’s lips met in an innocent kiss, but it soon became more when Brian sank his tongue deep into Stef's mouth. Steve, just leaving the percussion room, came out into the hall and quickly scurried off at the sight of his fellow band mates together.
“Brian, time to record the lead vocals” came Ed, the sound engineer’s voice over the studio speakers in each room, interrupting their momentary bliss.
“Christ!” Brain sighed as he withdrew from their embrace, throwing his head back into Stefan’s lap. He lay there briefly composing himself before setting off to his private booth, but as he did, noted that he wasn’t the only one who was frustrated by their interruption.
Stef moved uneasily in his seat, suppressing the heated need that had just stirred within. Brian pulled Stef’s head down to meet his own, but to Stefan’s surprise, it was not for a final kiss.
Looking at Stef with his all too familiar grin, he asked, “Wanna play?” Stef silently nodded, leading Brian to whisper something softly into his ear before disappearing out the door.
PART 2:
Stef sat there silently, staring at Brian's ass as he walked off. The little bugger had to have been referring to himself when he wrote the line, "What a beautiful ass," in Nancy Boy. It looked especially sexy when Brian was wearing leather pants as tight as the ones he had on now.
Brian entered the small studio for vocals, slamming the door behind him. He was angry that he had been torn away from Stef, but he would get over it…soon. The room was so small that it seemed like nothing more than a soundproof cubicle. He felt a little claustrophobic but he had to focus his mind on the song, not the room he was in.
"Hey, fellas, mind if you can turn the lights down real low?" Brian asked sweetly, hoping he would get his way.
The sound technicians grew puzzled looks on their faces as if why to the singer would need darkness but they did as he said anyway.
"Thanks, fellas," Brian said, smiling. Little did they know what was about to take place in that booth.
After lights dimmed to bare existence, Brian’s head turned at the sound of the recording room door creaking open, then closing swiftly. The sound of the locks that Brian had been careful to leave open were suddenly latched into place. Brian beamed devilishly, good old obedient Stef had done exactly as he directed.
“We’ll take a quick run through from top to bottom,” boomed Ed’s words into the booth, “then we’ll pick up on specifics after.”
Brian muffled a barely audible response as Stef appeared from behind and ran his hands over Brian’s chest, trailing them down his body, bringing them to rest firmly on his rear.
“What was that Brian? I didn’t hear you.” Ed called, annoyed by the artist’s irregular demand. “Look, I think I should turn the lights back up, I can’t see your cues or tell what’s going on.”
Brian fumbled then repeated, “Uh, ‘from top to bottom’ sounds good to me Ed.” But only Stefan who had just mirrored the words with his actions understood the second meaning as Brian pressed his backside against Stef’s cradling hands.
“Brian, I don’t think…”
Brian jumped to attention, he was having way too much fun to let things end now; he had to think quickly. “You didn't realize it but I made you turn the lights low like this so I can sing naked.”
A sigh resounded over the sound system as the crew complied, “Fine Brian, just bleedin’ get on with it will ya?”
Stefan, who was still perfectly hidden from the recording crew, smiled as he stood behind Brian and still had a firm grip on Brian's ass. With his free hand, he managed to quietly disrobe Brian of his shirt. The only other item that presented a challenge to disturbing the recording was the zipper to his pants.
"Brian?" Ed asked, getting annoyed. "Come on, mate."
Brian returned his attention to the recording session, as Stef kissed him softly along the spine. "Yessss," Brian hissed pleasantly into the microphone before launching into the song. He had to stifle the giggles and small moans as Stefan's lips travelled around to his navel. Licking at it he forced Brian to giggle but thankfully he had finished running down the song by then.
Stef looked up at Brian before slowly unzipping the leather pants. He wanted Brian so badly. He couldn't wait any longer.
Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
He nuzzled at Brian’s hip, inhaling his delicious musky scent. Not surprised to find he wasn’t wearing underwear beneath the body-hugging leather pants, Stef released Brian from the increasingly tight confines.
Brian grasped for the microphone in front of him, finding the off switch, seconds before releasing and groan of relief as Stef brought the leather barriers to rest on Brian’s thighs.
Stef knew they didn’t have much time before suspicion arose outside of the booth, so he decided to make quick work of the issue at hand. As he flicked his tongue over the tip over the tip of Brian’s arousal, Brian steadied his now weak legs by grasping at Stef’s short bleached blonde hair.
In one swift movement he took all of Brian into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the hard ridge. Brain rocked with him, clutching even tighter at Stef’s hair; it would have hurt if he hadn’t been so immersed in eliciting such sweet sounds from his lover.
He worked with fervour until he felt Brian come to completion and rest his short frame against Stef’s shoulders. Stefan held Brian at the waist as he stood, coming to tower above the pint-sized singer.
He bent down and lightly brushed his lips over Brian’s, receiving a short yet appreciative peck in return.
"So when do they want you in here for bass?"
"4 o'clock"
Brian winked at Stef, then walked to the door. "See you at four."
THE END
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