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Friday, 28 July 2017

Me and You, Baby

Author: Lust_n_lunacy
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Pairing: Stef/Bri
Description:  Angst Fic. Brian finds out he's going to become a father. How will the birth affect his relationship with Stefan??
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PART 1:

“Uh huh... yep… okay. Yeah, sure, I’ll, ah...I’ll call you later. Bye.”

Brian hung up phone and stared blankly into space. Stef looked at him questioningly.

“Oh shit...”

“What’s wrong??” Stefan asked, but Brian didn’t seem to hear.

Stef stood up from the couch, walked over and shook Brian on gently the shoulder, “Bri, what’s wrong?”

“Hunh? ...Oh, wrong, nothing’s wrong ...I guess.”

“Well then what?”

“Stef, that was Helena...I’m going to be a father.”

***

Stefan fell backwards onto the bed and brought Brian tumbling on top of him. Their lips met with fervent desire as they rapidly began shedding layers.

Brian threw his top to the bedroom floor and pressed his bare chest against that of Stefan’s, relishing the heat and close contact. One couldn’t get enough of the other, their bodies were pressed tightly together and yet they ached to be closer still. Brian’s tongue swept through Stefan’s mouth in deep, explorative kisses. Only breaking momentarily to catch breath, there was a hunger and desperation in their actions.

“I want you inside of me,” Brian breathed into another heavy kiss.

Stefan’s hands trailed along Brian’s hips and over his faded denim jeans. He took hold of the waistband and was moments away from freeing Brian of their confines, when the phone next to the bed rang. Brian paused and looked from Stefan to the phone.

“Don’t even think about it,” Stefan growled playfully, nuzzling at Brian’s neck.

“I have to, what if it’s...”

Stefan sighed and slumped back against the pillows, relinquishing his hold on Brian.

“Hello? When? Yeah, okay, we...I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Brian hung up the phone and sat at the foot of the bed, in shock and thinking about what he was supposed to do next.

“The baby?” Stef offered.

“Yeah...a girl.” Brian breathed in amazement. “I, um, have to...get to the hospital.” Brian grabbed his shirt from the floor and began scouring the room for his keys.

Stef grabbed the keys from the bedside table and dangled them in display at Brian, “I think I’d better drive, you seem a bit overwhelmed.”

“Okay...thanks.”

Stefan gathered his shirt off the nearby chair and slid it over his head. He moved toward the middle of the room, breaking Brian’s line of sight, causing him to look Stefan in the eye.

“And, Brian…”

“Yeah?”

“Congratulations,” he smiled, before kissing the awestruck father lightly on the lips.


PART 2:

Once at the hospital Stefan stood out in the waiting room while Brian went in to see Helena and meet his first-born daughter. So soon after the birth they were only letting immediate family in, which was fine by Stefan; he wasn’t entirely sure how comfortable he would have been in that situation. Just being at the hospital was awkward enough.

He paced up to the doorway and peeked through the window to see Brian holding his baby girl for the first time. Brian’s face lit up, and his bright, blue eyes danced with a happiness that Stef had never seen from him before.

***


“Did you come here with Stef?” Helena asked.

Brian’s gaze was fixed on the tiny little girl in his hands, but momentarily diverted when he searched for an answer. He was hesitant and didn’t want to hurt her mother’s feelings.

“Ahh...yeah,” Brian replied nonchalantly.

“It’s okay Brian. We broke up almost eight months ago, you don’t have to hide things from me.”

“I know, I just wasn’t sure...” he trailed off.

“Brian, we’ve talked about this already,” Helena began and gestured to take the baby back from her father, “we broke up, and even though we have this adorable little girl, it would be wrong to get back together just because I got pregnant.”

Brian sat in the chair beside her hospital bed, and she lightly caressed his cheek. “You’re with Stefan now, and I...” Helena sighed, as she struggled to find the right words, it was hard to admit to your ex-lover and the father of your child that they should be with another person, and another man at that. “I know that he makes you happier than you’ve been in a long time.” Brian nodded. “And that’s all I need from you. I want you to be happy, not only for yourself, but for our daughter. Having two miserable parents living together isn’t going to help anyone.”

Brian looked deep into her eyes, noting the sincerity of her words. He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips, thanking her for understanding.

***


Piercing arrows shot through Stefan’s heart as he saw the scene unfold before him. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he didn’t have to. The look on Brian’s face said it all; he was in love, and he had a family now. Stef could never offer him anything like that, and it seemed to be exactly what Brian wanted…what he needed.

Where did he fit into the picture? It was only a matter of time before Helena and Brian got back together, he thought. Stefan didn’t want to be another obstacle in their way. They deserved to be happy, and he wanted them to be happy. Brian would have a hard enough time adjusting to fatherhood as it was; Stef decided he would make things easier on everyone and just remove himself from the equation.

He turned and walked down the hospital corridor, leaving Brian to start a new phase of his life. 


PART 3:

It had been three days since the birth, Brian had been busy attending to all the things a new father must attend to and Stef...Stef had been busy, avoiding Brian. However today was the band meeting, which their manager had scheduled weeks ago. Attendance was compulsory.

Throughout the whole meeting Stefan sat quietly, not wanting to draw attention to himself, though this wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary. Brian had caught Stef staring in his direction a few times and would smile back, though as soon as their eyes met, Stef would divert his attention elsewhere.

Their manager began to wind up proceedings, “...And basically that’s it. Keep your cell phones with you and I’ll let you know if I find out anything more. So if no one has anything else to add?? ...Congratulations Brian, and I must be off!”

The room dispersed, except Stefan who was waiting for Brian to leave first, to avoid speaking on the way out. However his plan backfired as Brian too lingered back, hoping to talk with Stefan.

Stef shifted uncomfortably on the couch as Brian made his way over. He was unsure whether he should make some excuse to leave, or just sit it out. Brian sat down next to him...he had to stay.


“Hey stranger,” Brian greeted him, a friendly way of letting Stef know his absence was noted.

“Hey...pops,” Stefan smiled back, weakly.

“You left early the other night...from the hospital”

“Yeah, you were busy and I had some things to do, sooo...” Stefan trailed off.

“I called you…”

“I’ve been out.”

“And you haven’t been answering your cell...”

Stefan fidgeted and scratched the back of his neck; he hated lying to Brian. “Oh you have? Yeah, it hasn’t been working properly lately...I don’t know what’s wrong with it, I think...”

Brian rested his palm against Stefan’s thigh, telling him to stop. He moved closer and cupped the side of Stefan’s face. “What’s wrong? Have I done something?”

Stef wanted to take the easy option, another lie, to tell Brian he had to be somewhere, but the sincere and pleading look in his eyes demanded the truth.

“Brian, we can’t do this anymore.”

“What?”

This,” Stefan emphasised, removing Brian’s palm from his face.

Brian looked at Stef, dejected. “What…why?”

“You have a family now. I saw you the other night Brian, how happy and perfect you looked together. You deserve to see where this can take you. I don’t want to be the reason holding you back.”

Brian looked shocked. “Stef, since when have I let anyone hold me back?! Including you. If I want to do something it’s for my own damn good reasons. Helena and I broke up months ago; it would be insane to think having a kid together could mend all our problems. Sure, maaaybe we could make things work for a while,” Stef dropped his head, not sure he wanted to hear anymore.

Brian continued, “…BUT, it wouldn’t last Stef. I’ve been there, I don’t need to go through it again, and this time there’s not just two people involved, but also my little girl. Having a shitty relationship with Helena isn’t going to help anyone. Things don’t have to change between us.” He said, resting loving a hand on Stefan’s knee. “…But life will change for me. I guess the choice is up to you whether you want to be a part of it, but that decision was made for me.”


Stefan sat in silence; even if he could speak he wasn’t sure he would know what to say. He opened his mouth, but was cut off by Brian; once he’d started pouring his heart out, clearly he couldn’t stop. It touched Stefan that he could be so open, and hurt him even more that he might have to give this up.

“Don’t say anything...just let me finish,” Brian offered and Stefan nodded in compliance. “When I found out that you had left the hospital, I was disappointed Stef. I wanted you to meet someone the other night. ...I was hoping she’d get to know you and...love you...like I do.”

Stefan was doing everything to stop himself from welling up. It was the first time that Brian had ever indicated their seemingly ‘casual’ relationship was anything deeper than just a friendship with additional casual sex.

Brian lifted Stefan’s chin so they were looking eye to eye.

“I’m going to be at the hospital around 6 tonight...maybe I’ll see you there?” He punctuated his question with tender kiss, and lingered longer than he probably should have; but knowing it could be their last, he savoured every moment. 


PART 4:

Brian stood on the side of the glass window divide reserved for doting fathers and other family members cooing over their latest family addition. Luckily it was getting dark so Brian had the viewing area of the hospital nursery all to himself.

He glanced at his watch, 6:15pm... Stef wasn’t going to show. He looked through the glass at his sleeping bundle of joy. It was strange, the emotions she had brought out in him, who would have guessed it? Looking at her, he felt such happiness, a sense of accomplishment, and yet he knew there was still something missing in his life.


Just as he dazed off thinking about the future, two long, slender arms slinked their way around his waist.

“She’s gorgeous...just like her father,” came Stefan’s voice from behind.

Brian closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Stef leant closer to Brian’s ear, “She’s got the Molko hair too.”

Brian playfully elbowed Stefan in the ribs, “I’m not that fucking bald!”

Stefan stumbled back a few steps in mock pain. Turning to face Stef, Brian saw the old familiar smile return to his face.

“I think there’s someone who needs to meet you...wanna come with?”

“Sure,” Stef smiled and slung a welcome arm around Brian’s hip as he led the way.

Brian spoke to the on duty nurse, who then brought the little girl over and offered her to Brian, who in turn looked to Stef.

“Wanna hold her?” He asked, to which Stefan nodded hesitantly.

Stef cradled the baby in his arms and the nurse grinned. “You’re a natural already,” she chuckled, before wandering back to her station.

“Stefan, I’d like you to meet Alexandra; Alexa…or Lexi for short. Alexandra, this is Stefan.”

Stefan rocked the tiny, sleeping infant in his arms, “Pretty name. Where’d you get it?”

Brian looked at Stef and grinned, “Stefan Alexander Bo Olsdal.”

Mouth agape, Stefan was lost for words... “Bri…I…really??” Brian beamed and nodded in return.

Stefan chuckled, “What’s her last name then?”

“Now that was the hard part!” Brian spouted. “Molko, Berg, Molko-Berg, Berg-Molko…Olsdal-Molko” he added with a wink. “We’ve gone with Berg, it will just make the whole school and media thing easier on her in the long run, I hope.”

Hands full, Stefan rest his head against Brian’s to connect and just be near him.


Interrupting their quiet moment, Helena appeared at the nursery door. “Hi Stef, ...Brian.”

“Congratulations” Stefan offered, “…she’s beautiful.”

“Thanks. I just came to see if the she was ready to feed.” She gestured to Alexandra, who moved restlessly in Stefan’s arms, before picking her up.

“We were just about to get going anyway,” Brian said to excuse themself.

Helena sat in the nursing chair, “You boys heading out to the clubs?”

Brian smiled and looked to Stefan, “Nah, I’m starving. Feels like I haven’t eaten for three days.” Stefan grinned, picking up on Brian’s metaphor. “Think I’ll serve something up at my place and we’ll see where the night goes from there.”

He kissed Helena on the cheek and made his way down the hospital corridor with Stefan.


Once in the car park, they remembered each had arrived in separate cars and momentarily had to part.

“Thanks...for coming,” Brian said, hand clasped around Stefan’s, stroking it unconsciously.

“I had to,” Stefan replied simply. He wasn’t a verbose man, but he used his words well, and re-enforced them with the sincerity in his eyes.

“I’ll see you at my place?” Brian asked hopefully; his arms now wrapped snugly around Stefan’s waist.

Stefan leant down and captured Brian’s lips in an all consuming, lengthy kiss. He’d been holding back the need to take Brian in his arms for three whole days.

Parting and breathless, Brian nuzzled at Stefan and quipped, “I’ll take that a yes.”

THE END

Sneak Into Your Room

Author: Lust_n_lunacy
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Pairing: Stef/Bri
Description: An explanation behind the answering machine messages in the hidden song, Evil Dildo on Without You I'm Nothing. To escape the stalker, Stefan invites Brian to stay with him for a while.
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PART 1:

Hey motherfucker, I'm after you.

Brian paced back and forth across the room as the answering machine screened yet another message. Some lunatic got a hold of his home phone number and had been calling him all week, several times a day. Brian was at the point where he didn’t even bother to pick up the phone anymore; he just let the machine get it. If it was someone he wanted to speak with he could call them back later.

A shiver passed through Brian’s spine as the caller finished, “...I know where you live” and then hung up leaving only the sound of a chilling dial tone.

Brian froze in his tracks. Previously he had laughed at this guy, obviously some wanker had just got a hold of his number and decided it would be fun boast to his friends how he pranked that fairy boy Brian Molko. But that last message was different, what if this psycho really did know where he lived?

He picked up the phone and thought momentarily, chewing anxiously on his lower lip, before dialling a number he knew off by heart.

Brian's body shivered as the phone rang.

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up," he repeated nervously to himself.

"Hello?" the man on the other line answered. He seemed to be at a party or a club because Brian could hear an electronic techno beat pounding in the background.

"Hi, Stef," Brian said, his voice shaking. "Listen. Could you come over here? For tonight?"

Stef noted Brian's tone of voice and instantly knew something was seriously wrong. This was the man who was the bravest person he knew. Brian Molko did not get scared unless something was wrong.

"Brian, what's wro-- I'll be over as soon as I can." Stef told him.

Brian stood there silently still as Stef hung up. His mind cleared and he hung up the phone.

It's going to be ok. Stef'll protect you, he had to tell himself as he curled up on the couch and covered himself with a warm and soft blanket.

***

Hazily, Brian woke to the sight of a tall, dark silhouette hovering over him. The figure stepped closer and took hold of his arm. Brian’s reflexes kicked in, his legs flailed, sending his attacker to the floor.

His heart was racing a million miles an hour and adrenaline had kicked in. Brian leapt on top of the figure sprawled on the floor, and clutched his hands tightly around the bastard’s neck. The person beneath him was flailing madly, reaching for something in the dark… a weapon perhaps? …Not if Brian could help it, his grip tightened.

Light poured over the darkened room as the assailant grabbed at the tableside lamp. Brian froze taken aback. The person beneath him was not some crazy stalker. Crazy perhaps… but not a stalker.


PART 2:

“Oh my god, Stef!!? Are you okay????”

"I bloody well was, until you attacked me," Stef cursed at Brian as he got to his feet, brushing off the dust collected on his tight black leather pants. He looked down to see Brian on the verge of tears.

Sitting back down on the floor next to him, Stef held him tightly.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered softly before kissing him on the temple. A single tear dropped down on Brian's pale cheek. Stef lifted his finger to catch it and wipe it away.

"No more tears," Stef told him, looking at Brian with a half-smile on his face. Even Brian couldn't stay depressed when he saw that adorable face looking back at him. He leaned up to kiss the Swedish bassist's cheek softly, the stubble roughly tickling at his lips. He let out a small yelp, which was partly happy.

"See? You're feeling better already," Stef said, happy with the results he was already getting from Brian. "How 'bout I make you some tea? Would that make you feel any better?"

"Well, maybe if you add a special ingredient," Brian smirked. Stef laughed as he continued holding onto Brian. He had returned to his normal self; now comfortable with Stef by his side.

"I'm sure I can manage that," Stef said, getting up from the floor and walking in the direction of the kitchen. As he reached the door of the kitchen, the phone rang once again. Stef froze into position and turned his head back to Brian.

“Let it go” Brian ordered as he walked into the kitchen, Stef followed.

Brian picked up the kettle, and then eyed the bottle of whiskey. “Screw it,” he said discarding the kettle in favour of the whiskey alone.

After a couple of long gulps, Stef took the bottle from Brian. He knew lately Bri hadn’t been eating properly and that anything would go straight to his head.

“Why aren’t you picking up? …Avoiding some trick again?” Stef teased, nudging Brian’s hip. Though Brian didn’t retort with some snark or witty remark, instead he silently stared at the blank wall; tears welling in his eyes, but he refused to make a scene.

“Shit” Brian murmured as he swiped at his face with his forearm. Crying wasn’t his style, it wasn’t pretty, and it just wasn’t done.

Towering over the delicate frame before him Stef raised Brian’s face to look at him. He cupped the side of Brian’s cheek and slid the singer’s long black locks of hair behind his ear, revealing more of his beautiful face.

“Tell me” Stefan said plainly, looking in Brian’s tortured eyes.

Brian hesitated and half-heartedly attempted to retreat from Stefan’s hold, but it just made the Swede all the more forceful. “Brian, TELL ME.”

“It’s just some bastard. You know that guy that called me a couple of times a few weeks back?”

“Yeah, what a joke.”

“Well… it’s getting worse.”

“How much worse??” Stef questioned, beginning to get some sense of the fear emanating from his lover.

The phone rang again, and wide eyed, Brian listened for the message, “…a lot worse.”

Brian padded back into the lounge and retrieved the two missed messages, “Message received at 9:50pm, Thursday… play: ‘I will fuck you up the ass and I will sneak into your room and cut your cock off and stuff it in my mouth and chew it up with my little teeth.’” “Fuuuuck,” Stefan exhaled in shocked surprise, “Brian this guy is a psycho. Why didn’t you tell us things were getting this bad?”

“I just figured he’d stop eventually. Anyway, I’m getting my number changed soon…although, now I’m not so sure that’s going to help.” Brian grabbed tentatively at Stefan’s hand he didn’t need to play the second message to know what it contained, “Stef, I think he knows where I live.”

“That’s it we’re getting you out of here. At least for tonight till we get the coppers involved.”

“Where can I go? Beanie’s got Emily this week, so his spare room’s taken...”

Stefan looked at Brian incredulously, “Brian you’re staying with me.”


PART 3:

Stef glanced over to the passenger seat to how he was doing but he couldn't really tell since sunglasses masked the expressions in Brian's eyes. Instead, he reached over and gently and lovingly caressed at Brian's soft cheek.

"You know, I'm surprised I got you to pack. Usually, you put up a fight," Stef said with a small chuckle.

Brian sighed, still worried about the calls, and leaned his head into Stef's soft touch. It made him feel better to know that he was right there for him. He knew was safe with Stef. He had to fight back tears again but they were caused by a completely different reason.

Brian hoped Stef wouldn't notice the tears; he turned on the radio and played around with the radio stations until he found a song that would make him feel better.

"Oi," Stef said, playfully annoyed with Brian. He winked down at the guitar playing nancy boy.

It seemed useless now to listen to the radio because Stef pulled into the parking lot of the building where his flat was.

"Home sweet home," Stef said after finding a spot to park. He kissed Brian's cheek and got out of the drivers seat. Brian reached for his bag that rested on the back seat but that was before he heard Stef protest.

"You're a guest. And I won't have the guest carry his own bag up to my flat," Stef told him. He opened the back door of his car and retrieved the heavy bag. "Christ, Molks, I told you to pack for a couple of days, not as if you'd never see your flat ever again."

In elegant Molko fashion, Brian extended his middle finger up at Stef and giggled. He exited the car and waited for Stef to walk up next to him. Brian grabbed onto his free hand and held it innocently as they both went inside the building.


Stef laid out a blanket on the couch as Brian arranged some pillows.

“Brian, I told you, I don’t mind taking the couch, you can have the bed.”

“Don’t be such a tosser, I’m not going to kick you out of your own room. It’s bad enough as it is that I had to come here,” he said without thinking.

Dejected, Stef looked at Brian. “Bad enough? Hey it’s not like I forced you, you’re quite welcome to leave.”

Moving closer toward Stef, Brian sighed as he latched his hands around Stefan’s hips. “Don’t be like that, you know what I mean,” he murmured into the cradle of Stef’s neck.

Succumbing to his charms, Stef took Brian by the waste and stepped back, so he could take in the full sight. “Yeah, I know.” Smiling as he cupped Brian’s bare face, Stefan noted how beautiful his features were, even without his coal black eyeliner and lipsticks. Following instinct he drew Brian in and their lips softly grazed against the others.

Stefan parted from his hold on Brian and moved toward the bedroom doorway, but midway across the room he stopped and turned around, “You know where to find me... if you need me.”


PART 4:

Brian tossed and turned on the couch. No matter which way he laid he couldn’t get comfortable. Finally in a burst of frustration he sent a pillow sailing across the room, “Christ! Even the tour bus is better than this!”

He wandered across the room looking for his pillow, but in the darkness it proved to be a difficult task. Somehow Brian found himself standing outside Stefan’s bedroom door. It was slightly ajar so Brian pushed it further, just to see if Stef was also awake. The door creaked from the motion and by the moonlight streaming through the window Brian could see Stef asleep in the large Queen sized bed.

Brian chuckled to himself, a Queen sized bed for a Queen...how appropriate. He glanced back to the couch and then to the big comfortable bed where Stefan stirred slightly in his sleep.

Brian closed the door behind himself as he quietly made his way toward the welcoming space by Stefan’s side.


He slid under the covers and Stefan hazily rolled over slinking an arm around Brian’s waste pulling him close, like his very own life sized teddy bear.

“You’re awake,” Brian said in surprise.

Mmm hmm,” Stefan eyes remained closed as he mumbled almost inaudibly.

Stef rubbed at his eyes and shifted position in the bed so that he was now facing Brian completely. He cupped Brian's cheek and he stroked it softly, using just his thumb. He was so beautiful, and the little bugger knew he was too. Stef smiled.

Brian's eyebrow lifted curiously. "What?"

"Nothing," Stef said, still smiling down at Brian.

Brian lifted up his head and planted a sweet and innocent kiss onto Stef's lips. Stef wanted to lick at Brian's tongue but he didn't dare spoil the purity of the kiss. His fingers tangled within Brian's long black hair, keeping him close even after Brian broke away from the kiss.

The moonlight shining down into the room hit the tear that fell from Brian's eye at just the right angle so that Stef saw.

"Hey," Stef said to him softly. He pulled him close and rested his head on his body. "It's alright. I'm here, remember?"

"I know," Brian said weakly. "It's j-just, I'm… so afraid still."

Stef held him tightly and kissed his forehead from the side.

"You think I'm going let some homophobic wanker even get in the same building as you?" Stef told him to reassure that he really was safe in his flat. Brian was going to stay right here under his watch until he knew that fucker was in police custody.

Brian half-smiled and turned his head to kiss Stef. He loved the way Stef felt the need to protect him. It was so sweet. The kiss, however, was anything but sweet. Brian attacked with such force that Stef playfully shoved him away.

"Watch out or you'll make me randy," Stef told him, trying with every fibre of his being to not harden. Brian was vulnerable and it wasn't right to shag him tonight. What a fine time to actually have morals he thought.

"That was the idea," Brian admitted with a smirk. Stef rolled his eyes and smiled back at him. He definitely wasn’t weak or vulnerable anymore …thank god!

Stef leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip. Brian moaned cutely into the kiss and Stef couldn't help but smile. His hands roamed over Brian's body and soon found themselves underneath his shirt, softly caressing the warm skin beneath.

Brian sat up as he slid off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He lay back down, before bringing Stef in for another deep kiss, tongues intertwining.

Stef pinched at his nipples playfully, knowing it was such a turn-on for Brian. He giggled at the touch and looked down to see that Stef was just as eager, his pants were tight against his body. Brian’s hand dived beneath the waistband, reached inside, and slowly started to stroke beneath.

"Mmm, Bri…" Stef moaned softly to his lover, before pitching in one last weak willed protest, “...we, we can’t.”

Brian stroked harder against Stefan’s length, determined to have his way, “Yes...we can.”

Stefan unconsciously arched his hips creating pressure against Brian and drawing a moan from them both, “I mean, we shouldn’t...” Brian smothered Stefan’s words with a deep and probing kiss that left them both panting for air.

“Fuck me,” Brian breathed into Stefan’s mouth as his stroking continued in rhythm. With feathered kisses over his lover’s jaw Brian repeated, pleading his words.

Stefan was close to the edge, but wasn’t ready for things to be over so quickly. He took hold of Brian’s wrists, pinned them above his head, rendering him powerless. Stefan straddled Brian’s legs and seeking further contact ground his hips deliciously against his lover’s body.

Brian wriggled in Stef's grip. He smiled, delighting in the painful yet extremely pleasurable feeling of the power that Stef held over him.

Stef loosened his grip on Brian's wrists and reached inside the bedside drawer. He found the lube, but then an idea came into his head. At the thought giant blissful grin spread across his face.

"What?" Brian asked him after noticing he had stopped.

"I was just thinking," Stef said, his sentence trailing off. "…if you'd want to rub it on me."

After hearing the request, Brian smiled in unison with his lover. Stef removed the hold on his captive. Swiftly, setting to task, Brian grabbed the tube eliciting the gel onto the palm of his small, pale hand. Slowly Brian began moving his hand up and down Stefan's erect length.

"Briii," Stefan moaned lightly as Brian continued to caress him gently. He worked over the length until it was ready for them both.

Brian lay down on the bed, looking up into Stef's deep, dark brown eyes. He noticed the happy twinkle that was only present when he was around Brian. "How do you want me?" Brian asked hungrily, desperate for Stef to be inside of him.

"Standing," Stef voiced, almost as if a command. Brian couldn't help but smirk as he grabbed the Swedish bassist's hand, and directed him to follow, jumping off the bed.

Stef draped his hands over Brian’s body and trailed them to remove the final barrier on his lover’s bare hips. Stef positioned Brian forcefully against the wall as he bit gently at the smooth skin on the cradle of his neck. A small cry escaped Brian's lips resulting from the force exerted as Stefan once more captured his delicate wrists above their heads. However, this was one time that Brian was more than happy to be dominated.

Stefan ached to be with Brian; unable to bear the separation any longer he briskly buried himself inside. Hips swaying, he thrust deep inside his lover as Brian embraced him tightly.

Feeling the soft, tender kisses trail over his shoulders Brian let himself relax. Stef released his wrists, preferring to take hold of Brian's petite hips, massaging vigorously. They kept the same rhythm and pulling Brian tightly against him, each thrust he moved deeper and deeper inside.

Brian moaned as Stef moved deliciously inside him. Close to completion, his hand slid down the wall, taking hold of his own fully erect length and began to stroke. Stef noticed what Brian was doing and playfully slapped the side of his arse.

"That's my job," Stef whispered breathily into Brian's ear. His voice tickled the sensitive skin. Brian slid his hand off away and Stef continued what he had started but with a faster rhythm sensing his partner’s urgency.

"Better?" Stef asked nuzzling at Brian’s neck. "Bri-aaan," he murmured against him. It wasn't much longer before he was going to come.

Brian closed his eyes and felt the pleasure inside him build with each stroke of Stef's caressing hand. "Jesus, Stef..." he groaned to his lover.

"Ohh, god, Brian!" Stef cried out, hearing his lover’s moans of delight, he could no longer hold back and with one final thrust, came inside Brian.

Brian adored the sound of his name when it was cried out in the throws of passion and gasped as he felt his lovers warming presence instantly fill him. The feeling of Stef’s hand urging him on was overwhelming as he peaked spiralling into orgasm.


Both rest their heads against the wall momentarily in an effort to regain some composure. As their racing heartbeats slowed, Stef gently pulled out of Brian and rest against his sweaty body. Brian had worn him out completely, he had a tendency to do that in many ways, and that thought brought a smile to his face. He kissed Brian’s cheek and softly murmured, “Love you”.

Brian turned in Stefan’s arms to face him.. The look in Stefan’s eyes indicated he was now off deep in thought. He closed his eyes and slowly nuzzled against Brian’s neck inhaling his musky scent, then moved to whisper in his ear... “Move in with me.”

THE END

Means Are Right For Taking

Author: Lust_n_lunacy
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PART 1:
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