Written for electricwitch by Joanne for the 2010 xmas_rocks exchange
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*Author's note: takes place in 1977 after Jerry Hall left Bryan for Mick Jagger*
It had been another long day, as Bryan let himself into his house. He had refused kindhearted offers of a drink or dinner from the band. He was actually getting used to the quiet, and thought it might be conducive to writing whenever he felt up to it again. He didn't know when that would be, but he knew it would be soon. Mick himself, which made Bryan laugh bitterly as he thought of it, had said that pain helped him in his writing. Not that Bryan would thank him for causing him this pain. He knew it took two, of course, but still, Mick had been a mate, and he'd known about the engagement ring. Jerry hadn't, and he almost forgave her for that. Almost. Bryan sat on the couch, head in his hands. He'd cried all the tears he had to cry, so he was sitting there in silence when he heard a knock on the door. It could be one of only a few people - not many got past the gate without being announced. Sifting through them in his mind, Bryan decided he was up to seeing any of them. He didn't think there was much chance of it being Jerry or Mick - or Jerry and Mick. And he could always slam the door in their faces if it was. Bryan made his way to the door and opened it. He blinked. "Brian?" He hadn't even thought of him. He let the other man in. "Long time," he said, a little wary. "Too long," Brian said. "I got back in town, and decided to look you up." The reason was unspoken, but Bryan knew. "It's good of you to come," he started. "I'm not here to give you sympathy, though I am sorry," Brian cut him off. "I'm here to see my friend. It really has been a long time. And yes, it's likely I wouldn't be here tonight if I hadn't heard about the situation, but I'm here for you, not what's happened." "Thanks," Bryan said. "Want to stay for something to eat?" "Don't tell me you've learned to cook?" Brian chuckled. "The housekeeper leaves a pot of something on the stove, all I have to do is heat it up," Bryan answered. "Can't do much more. We can have a drink or two as well." "That all sounds good," Brian nodded. "So what are you up to musically?" Bryan heated up the food as they talked about their careers, and Brian - after checking - talked about his love life, too, making Bryan laugh. They ate and drank about half a bottle of scotch between them, moving back to the lounge, Bryan lighting a fire after they ate. "Have you been out and got laid after?" Brian asked. "Sure," Bryan nodded. "Several times, even." "Any memorable ones?" Brian asked. Bryan shook his head. "Good anaesthetic, though. And practice is always good. Only thing is, I'm kind of past the anaesthesia stage." Brian nodded and poured them another drink. Bryan shook his head, his hair still falling perfectly into place. He knew the other man envied that. "I keep thinking I should try something different," he said. "Like what? A threesome?" Brian asked. "Kinky shit?" "No... you and I know that in this business we do a lot of stuff we regret, even if it'll never come out because the other person has just as much to lose. And you and I also know that there's a lot of 'not my thing' stuff that happens. Jerking off a guy for a better spot on a program. Sucking a cock for promotion of your single or LP. The thing is," Bryan looked over at Brian. "I liked it... it wasn't really hard for me. I mean, I get enough pussy that I don't need to look for cock, but I keep thinking about it." Brian nodded. "I sometimes walk on that side. Don't ever really talk about it, don't want it getting back to the press, or there's something to lose... I know that feeling. The thing is, if you do go looking for it, you have to make sure the guy isn't going to talk." "That's why it's only been a thought. Haven't really wanted to risk picking up the wrong guy. It's just so much of a risk - I can pick up a dozen girls in as many nights, but one guy and it could be the wrong one, he could take the story to the papers or blackmail me, or any of a hundred things. It's hard to find someone who's interested and who I could trust," Bryan said. "I just think, if I'm not going to try something wild now, when am I?" "Well," Brian looked over at him. "There is one option... me. This isn't entirely sudden. I mean, I thought you were straight as an arrow, but I can't say I haven't thought about it. And you know I won't go to the papers." "Don't know about sudden, but..." Bryan considered it. Brian certainly wouldn't hurt him. Admittedly he'd never considered him as a potential partner, but looking at him with the new knowledge, he lingered over Brian's features. "Yes," he said. "If you want to." It was that simple, really. "Let's see, we'll need... something, do you have lube at all?" Brian asked. "Oil will do, or vaseline?" "Vaseline in the bathroom," Bryan said. "Upstairs. Next to the bedroom..." he reached out a hand, pressed his fingers against Brian's slender ones. "Come on." Half an hour later, the vaseline had been procured, they'd stripped each other, Bryan had pulled the sheets and blankets down, and Brian was attacking his mouth, with Bryan's enthusiastic co-operation. The man could kiss. Bryan wanted to know how it'd feel other places... Pulling back from the kiss, he murmured a few words. "Suck my cock." Brian was enthusiastic, diving between Bryan's legs, licking gently at his cock, easing it into complete hardness with his lips, then swallowing it down as Bryan groaned. It was so much better when he wanted it... and he did want it. So very much. He thrust into that warm, wet mouth, and groaned, knowing he was closer to coming than might be gentlemanly to admit, but he couldn't stop it. He could barely let Brian know he was coming, with a short, gasped, "Coming!" all he had time for before he spilled in Brian's mouth, watching as the other man didn't let him go, and swallowed everything he had to offer. Brian eased off Bryan's cock and smiled. "So was it good?" "Yes, of course," Bryan smiled. "Mate... I don't know... if I can let you... fuck me." "Wasn't expecting for your first time," Brian said. "Later... I'd like to be the one who does that for you. But no... I just had some other ideas for the vaseline... it feels really good to be tossed off with it, you know." "It does?" Bryan looked interested. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about using his mouth but that sounded a lot easier. "Might have to show me?" he said, not quite shyly. Brian just smiled and coated Bryan's hand with the slick and pressed his lips to Bryan's, as Bryan, instinctively, wrapped his hand around Brian's cock and stroked, going how he liked until he found a rhythm that made Brian writhe deliciously, so he increased the pressure and stroked until Brian came in his arms. Brian cleaned them up and came back. "I can go...?" he said, already reaching for his clothes. Bryan shook his head. "Stay, it's late, and I'd worry about you." He knew very well that Brian could call a cab. It didn't matter, he didn't want him to go. "Okay," Brian nodded and climbed into bed again, spooning up against Bryans' side. "So, what did you think of your first time with a guy?" "I liked it, but I think a lot of it was that it was you," Bryan answered, smiling gently. "I want to do this again... like you said, I want you to be the one who introduces me to this." He wasn't able to make any more commitment than that. Brian nodded. "I'd like that..." he leaned up to kiss Bryan. "I do want you... maybe later it'll be more. For both of us." "But for now it's good and we won't push it?" Bryan offered. "That works for me," Brian nodded, nuzzling into Bryan's neck and closing his eyes. "Me too," Bryan whispered.
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