tgrayfic | When Friendship Hurts Chapter 11

Title: When Friendship Hurts
Fandom: QAF
Chapter: 11/?
Pairing: That’s tricky. Let’s just say Brian/Mikey shippers will love parts of it, but ultimately, it’s all about Brian/Justin
Summary: Completely AU. Can Justin live with Brian and remain best friends?
Rating: Adults only!
Concrit: Yes! E-mail me!
Feedback: I’d love to know what you think!
Mistakes: All mine.

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“Justin,” he heard faintly, feeling fingers tickling leisurely along the side of his stomach. “Wake up, Sunshine.”

Justin flinched, groaned softly and looked back, shifting his body toward Brian and gave in to the warm lips that reached down to meet his. “Morning already?” he asked, stretching lazily.

Brian rolled over, settling his weight on top of Justin and eased his legs open to rest his body between them. He began a slow, steady glide, rubbing their cocks together, taking advantage of the morning erection pressed against Justin’s stomach. “Not quite yet. Waited as long as I could, thought about taking care of it myself but the idea of being inside you sounded much more appealing.”

Justin chuckled and ground upward against Brian. “See? Had me once and now you can’t get enough.”

“Too right.” Brian smiled and closed his lips around Justin’s, working his hips slowly and steadily. “I should never have waited so long to fuck you.” He shifted, giving his hand room to slide down between them and gripped Justin’s cock in a tight fist.

Justin arched into him as Brian began to stroke, placing his hands on Brian’s shoulders, trying to pull him down for another kiss. “You always were kind of slow,” he grinned, playfully nipping at Brian’s lip before easing his tongue inside.

Brian moaned when Justin began rocking his hips and fucked quicker into his fist. After a few more thrusts, he leaned closer against Justin’s ear and whispered, “Don’t want you coming yet.” He released Justin’s cock and watched the blue, dilated eyes close in frustration. “Not until I’m inside you.”

Brian placed his hand on Justin’s hip, pushing him over onto his side away from him and forced his top leg to bend forward at the knee. He moved closer, molding their bodies together and guided his cock to Justin’s ass.

“Wait,” Justin said, holding him off. “Condom?”

Brian shushed him and placed a kiss on the back of his neck. “It’s okay. We don’t need it.”

Without any argument, Justin reached back, spreading himself, and with a bit of maneuvering from both of them, Brian slid inside. From the position they were in, he couldn’t go very deep, so he thrust in slow, shallow strokes, the head of his cock repeatedly spreading the tight outer ring of muscle. His arm wrapped around Justin’s waist, almost in a protective hold, as he whispered, “Never gonna stop, Justin. Never gonna be anyone else.”

Justin was pushing his ass back, trying to gain deeper penetration, gripping Brian’s fingers tightly in front of him. “Say it, Brian. Please tell me…” his voice tapered off into a low, guttural moan when Brian finally urged him onto his knees, allowing his cock to hit the spot several times that sent Justin’s body spiraling into orgasm.

“So fucking hot when you come.” Brian lowered his hand and reached for Justin’s cock, milking the last drops of fluid as he thrust his hips forward. “I love you, Justin,” he moaned as he pulled out and came, spilling over the globes of Justin’s ass.

Justin opened his eyes, reaching for the warm body that should have been lying next to him. He groaned when he felt the sticky residue pooled in the curls at the base of his cock. He turned his head, letting his eyes wander the outline of the apartment and then listened intently for any sound of movement. There was nothing. Brian was gone and he was alone which meant… a wet dream? Damn, he hadn’t had one of those since he was a sex-deprived, horny teenager in the days before he discovered the joys of actual cocksucking.

He sat up, trying not to make more of a mess on the couch than they already had and closed his eyes when the room spun around him. Fuck, how many hours had it been? 10:00 A.M. and he was still feeling the effects of a few too many bottles of alcohol. He shook it off and fumbled his way down the hallway toward the bathroom, stopping to sneak a peek into Brian’s room, just in case. No sign of him anywhere. Where the hell could he have gone?

He adjusted the temperature and stepped into the hot stream, letting the water cascade over his body, not washing, just standing motionless as he considered what had happened last night. He’d fucked Brian. Or technically, Brian had fucked him. Either way, fucking occurred and it had been incredible. Bits and pieces were fuzzy, parts of the evening merging together into one big glob of flirtatious innuendoes, but the important parts, the parts involving hands and lips and cocks, were crystal clear. So why wasn’t Brian here basking in the afterglow with him?

Was it bad? Was it not the star-spangled fireworks he thought it had been? Did Brian leave to save him the embarrassment of having to tell him what a lousy fuck he was? His mind reeled with the possibilities. Not one of them good. Or maybe he just went out for coffee and he was on his way back home right now? Never mind the fact that the nearest decent coffeehouse was across town several city blocks away, or the fact that Brian generally only drank juice in the morning. Then again, he wasn’t in the habit of fucking Justin either, and that hadn't stopped him from doing it. His sore ass could attest to that.

Justin tried to calm down and stop jumping to conclusions and concentrated on washing, shampooing and trying to make himself feel halfway alive. Maybe breakfast would make him feel better. Yeah, he’d get dressed and fix a big, hearty helping of pancakes and wait for Brian to return.

When lunchtime rolled around, Justin really began to worry. He’d tried Brian’s cell phone, failing to leave a message after the third time. If Brian didn’t return his call after the first two, it was obvious he was being ignored. Okay, maybe it was a little unreasonable to assume the worst, but the idea that Brian would just disappear after they’d… had sex? Fucked? Well, in all honesty, it hurt. Justin needed a reason, any reason and by now, he was grasping at straws.

He went to the door and opened it, hoping… checking both ways down the long hallway before grabbing the rolled up Sunday paper left in front of the door. Grumbling, he threw himself onto the couch, turned on the television for background noise and delved into the comics. He tried to find humor in meaningless cartoons, but finally gave up when even Snoopy’s antics failed to crack a smile.

He tried Brian’s cell one last time and then resigned to the fact that he was a complete sexual disappointment and that Brian was only being nice when he was murmuring all those little words of encouragement to him. What if Brian never wanted to have anything to do with him again? He’d have to move out, find a new place, and he was already mentally searching for apartments in his head. He couldn’t stand it if he had to be around his best friend, constantly afraid that Brian would always be snickering behind his back. Besides, sharing the apartment could be a little tricky for both of them when there was the awkwardness of bad sex to deal with. Even if it was only a one-sided opinion.

He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he heard the rattling of keys in the door and the deadbolt being flipped. The room was bathed in a hazy glow from the sun setting behind the blinds and Justin sat up, ran his hands through his tussled hair and glanced at the clock on the cable box. He’d slept most of the afternoon and it was 7:00 when Brian finally stumbled through the door.

Justin was up off the couch, relief fluttering in the pit of his stomach as soon as he saw him. “Jesus, Brian! Where the hell…”

That’s when he noticed Michael following closely behind him. A little too damn close seeing as his arms were hooked onto Brian’s waist, pushing him forward with his hips, laughing when Brian almost fell forward off balance.

“Hey, Justin, were you sleeping?” Brian flashed a casual smile and then tilted his head, giving better access for Michael’s lips to latch onto the side of his neck.

Justin’s leer could have incinerated both men if he’d had superpowers. “What’s he doing here?”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Justin,” Michael pouted. “I promise I’ll play nice,” he bit down on Brian’s shoulder at the nape of his neck before turning it into a kiss and smiled directly at Justin, “if you will.”

“What the fuck’s going on, Brian?!”

“Mikey’s place is being exterminated. Needed somewhere to go.” Brian’s eyes drifted shut and a small whimper escaped his lips as Michael ground into him.

“That’s where you’ve been all fucking day?! At Michael’s??”

Brian opened his eyes and stared at Justin. “So?”

Justin began pacing, his arms flailing in front of him as he burst out, “Dammit, Brian!” He stopped and yelled, “You just fucking left! Didn’t call, leave a note? Nothing! What the hell did you expect me to think?! I’ve been going out of my fucking mind being worried about you and now you just stroll in here like it’s no big deal and you just had to show up with him, didn’t you?!”

Brian casually pulled away from Michael’s embrace and sauntered toward Justin. “When the hell did you turn into my fucking mother? Didn’t realize I had to check in with you.”

“It’s fucking courtesy, Brian!”

“Never been an issue before, has it?”

Justin stepped closer. “Well maybe things are different now.”

“What? Because we fucked? Stop acting like a fucking princess, Justin.”

Justin’s surprised expression turned to fury when he noticed Michael over Brian’s shoulder… grinning.

“What the hell are you laughing at, you prick?”

Michael’s grin faded and he moved up behind Brian again, wrapping his arms around the slim waist. “I think it’s funny. Brian throws you a bone and instead of just riding it…” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “and taking it for what it is, you go all possessive and jealous. You’re just mad because you finally have a taste, but when the fucking ends and Brian’s done using your ass, he’ll always come back to me.”

“And how’s that feel, Michael? Knowing you’ll always be Brian’s private whore.”

By now, Brian was standing in the middle of both men, holding out his arms in case fists began flying.

“At least he wants to fuck me. Told me you were just a one-time shot.” Michael eyed Justin from head to toe and smirked. “Guess you just don’t have what it takes to keep someone’s attention.”

Brian spun around quickly. “Michael,” he warned.

Michael didn’t stop, instead, tried pushing his way through Brian. “You’ve been jealous of me for years. I’ve seen the way you look at Brian, the way you lust after him. Get it through your thick skull, he doesn’t want you! You were just a mercy fuck!”

“Michael!” Brian snapped again, trying to push him backward, away from Justin.

“Is that what it was, Brian?! Did you feel sorry for me?!” Justin asked with a note of disgust.

Brian turned back around, using his body to hold Michael at bay. He was about to answer, his breath taken away by the pain in Justin’s eyes when Michael piped in, “Yeah, Justin. Why the hell else do you think he’d fuck you?!”

Brian met Justin’s eyes and felt it the moment when Justin’s world was shattered. He took a deep breath and not even bothering to look at him said, “Go in the room, Michael.”

“Why? Just because little Justin can’t handle…”

“I said go wait for me in the fucking room!”

Michael stepped back and smirked. “Whatever.” He puckeredtoward Justin, kissing the air and then disappeared down the hallway into Brian’s room.

When he heard the door close, Brian focused his attention where it needed to be. “Michael didn’t have any right…”

“Shut the fuck up, Brian. Don’t make it worse,” he warned.

“Justin…”

“Fuck you! You’re supposed to be my friend! We don’t play games, remember?! That’s the deal! You have all your fuck buddies to do that with but me and you… I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other! Last night, I thought… ”

“What did you think? That we’d wake up and do the boyfriend bit?”

Justin shook his head. “I don’t know, I just thought…” his voice tapered off.

“We had fun and we got off. Contrary to Michael’s point of view, it wasn’t a pity fuck, Justin. We were drunk, we were horny and we both wanted it, so we fucked. But it doesn’t mean anything’s different, doesn’t mean we start picking out fucking china patterns.” He let his eyes drop to the floor, quietly saying, “Doesn’t even mean it’ll happen again.”

“So it really was just another fuck to you?” Justin asked sharply.

Brian bit his lip, choosing his next words carefully. “It never should have happened. We can’t change it, so we just have to deal with it.”

“Right,” Justin snapped. “At least we both agree it was a fucking mistake. I was such an idiot.”

“Justin…”

“No.” He held up his hands in defeat. “I’m done, Brian. I’m done with all of this.”

Justin stormed past Brian and into his room, slamming the door behind him.