"Well?" Brian says.
"Aren't you going to tell me that you're sorry?" God damn that sexy tongue in cheek smile of his. He knows he can use it to get anything he wants from me.
"Um...I'm sorry. What exactly am I being sorry for?"
"For one, putting me in this very uncomfortable hospital bed. I'm sure you can come up with a way to make it a little more comfortable. Hint, hint."
"What are you talking about? You're the idiot who wasn't watching for traffic. Come on," I change my voice to the falsetto one I always used to make fun of him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to look both ways before you cross the street?" He just chuckles.
"Yeah, I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before." Then, his voice takes a more serious, almost angry, tone, "But I was too busy trying to catch up to this pretty little blond twink who, once again, refused to stand up for himself and demand what he wants. God! I thought you'd grown out of that phase. I thought I'd taught you better than that!"
Astounded, I mutter, "What do you want me to say, Brian?"
"Nothing. Anything. What do you want to say?"
"And, once again, I'm not the only one who knows how to avoid answering a question by asking another. I asked you what you wanted me to say."
"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to WANT to say several things, but that's a whole other topic of conversation."
"I'll make a deal with you." He just looks at me, then motions his hand as if to say, 'Continue, please.' "I'll tell you everything I'm thinking if you do the same."
He takes a moment to ponder before replying, "You know I hate to open up emotionally if you're not in some kind of trauma."
"Yeah, I do, but that's my condition. Take it or I'm leaving, again."
"Fine, but you go first."
I take a few deep breaths before starting my soliloquy.
"I've been thinking. Yes, I know, always a dangerous, but I have. You once told me that you didn't want to live with someone who sacrificed his life and called it love in order to be with you. At the time, I understood. That'swhy I left. I went to New York. I had a few good times. I finally got a place on my own. I went to clubs, but none of them were quite the same as Babylon. Not a one had its own proverbial king, but I still went. I danced, I drank, and I tricked; a lot. I even met one guy whom I thought I could eventually love." I see his face drop just a bit, but in true Kinney style, it's back to normal so quickly, I think I may have imagined it. "We were together for months. He told me he loved me. He even wanted to move in together, but I refused. He knew enough about you to know why. I'd talked about you in passing, but he never knew the whole story. I was never ready to tell it because, to me, it felt like telling some new guy about us meant that we were truly finished. That we'd never be able to be together again, and I didn't want that to be my life. I DON'T want that to be my life. I want you to be my life. I want to come home."
"What about your conquering of the art world?"
"I took care of that in New York. Remember that rave review that forced you to force me out the door? I was right. The guy who wrote it was simply into me, not my art. As payback I tied him up, got him so close that he could barely breathe, and then I walked out the door! So, once again, you're still the only person who's never broken a promise to me."
"So now what?"
"Now, it's your turn. I want to know every thought that has passed through that sexy head of yours over the past year, especially those pertaining to me." I flash him a smile to make sure he comes through.
"You weren't privy to that information even when we were engaged. What makes you think I'd divulge it now?"
"The fact that you promised. And if there's one thing you don't do, it's break a promise to me."
"I never promised you that. I said that I would tell you what I am thinking. Not everything I've thought about since you left."
I saunter over to his bedside, lean down to his ear and whisper, "Are you sure there's nothing" my hand makes its way down to his crotch, "I can do to change your mind?" and on the last word, I give him a hearty squeeze. I feel him harden, almost instantaneously within my grasp. At the same time, his teeth pop together and his neck croons backwards.
"I'll talk if you don't."
"My lips are sealed."
"That's not necessarily what I had in mind," he says, guiding my head down to his slightly ignored member, which is now full erect and causing his gown to tent. I take the head of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I know how much he likes that; at least, he used to. If the groan I hear escape his lips is any indication, he still does. Then, taking it out of my mouth, I tend to other parts, specifically the inside of his thighs and the underside of his scrotum. His hands grab hold of hy hair. That's just not fair. He knows how much I like that. It turns me on just as much as getting his cock sucked turns him on. I let him have his jollies for about a minute before stopping.
"Finale hasn't come yet," he says, smiling at his own corny play on words.
"I know, but the deal was that you would talk. So for each thing you tell me, you'll get a little closer to your 'finale.'"
"Little twat. Can't you just blow me?"
"And what do I get out of it?"
"Has it really been that long. I'm sure it's essentially the same from one guy to the next."
"Eww. Gross. Do you have to be so...Kinney-esque right now?"
"Would you have it any other way?"
"No, but if you'd like me to continue to be JT-esque and suck your cock, you'd better start talking."
"Fine. I still haven't returned the wedding bands."
"That doesn't count. I already know that."
"How do you know?"
"Nevermind. Give me something else."
He just stares at me, a quizzical knot in his brow. He eventually relents, though. "The night I reopened Babylon, I danced with Michael. I haven't been back since."
"Uh uh uh...I talk; you blow." I happily oblige. The moment he climaxes, his heart monitor spikes, and seconds later, the nurses run in. I'm banned from visiting him again.