If only it were you

Disclaimer: These character don't belong to me in any way, shape or form; I just wish they did. Therefore, I write stories about them, this being one of them. That being said, I hope you enjoy the story.

Brian closed his eyes as the all too familiar feeling of lust washed over him. He gripped the hair of the guy servicing him (what was his name? Tim? Matt?), and moaned loudly. He leaned his head back against the wall and tightened his grip as the guy teased him slightly.

But Brian's mind was as far away as it could possibly be. No, he was thinking about those sweet dark eyes, and that messy black hair. He was thinking about that eternal sad puppy look that he always had on his face. He wished that he was the one here now, making him feel like this, but he would never stoop to an act this low. He would probably have taken him home, keeping his eyes on the road half the time and stealing kisses the rest; Brian felt his lips curl into a smile at the thought.

When they got to the apartment they'd make their way back to the bedroom, not being able to keep their hands off one another. And they wouldn't fuck, because it wouldn't be crude. If anything, it would be sweet and passionate, complete and utter perfection. The best part would be afterwards though. They would lay together in the darkness, cuddling and exchanging kisses and whispered words of affection. And just before they would drift off to sleep, Brian would hear, "I love you Brian." And he would respond with, "I love you too Mikey. Always have, always will."

Brian climaxed shortly after that, zipped himself up and left, making absolutely certain the guy didn't see the tears that were making their way slowly down his cheeks.

Fin