Take Me From This Pain, Brian's story
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
8,707
Reviews:
80
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Touch me, damn it!
"So, that is a hobbit?" Niko asked Brian when the first film in the Lord of the Rings series was finished. "And Tanya had me believing it was some kind of rat."
"˜Tanya's not a reliable source for any information," Brian muttered darkly as he returned the DVD to its case and put it away. Matt was in the bedroom at the moment finishing up some homework and Brian still had to pull out the couch and make it up for Niko to sleep on.
"But she is Trent's sister?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything to her," the small blonde replied.
"Why not?"
"That's hard to say." Brian took the cushions off the couch and pulled out the mattress. "She's just not very nice to him unless she wants something."
"So you've met her before?" Niko helped Brian shake open the sheets and dress the bed.
"No. My brother told me on the phone when I first got here. Tanya used to try to make Trent beat up on other kids at school that bothered her."
"Well, she did seem a bit off to me," Niko conceded.
"Don't worry about it. Trent says she's just staying till Sunday. In the meantime, you and I can watch the rest of the series, and bother Matt."
"I don't want to bother him," the small Greek boy laughed. "But I would like to thank you two for providing a place for me to stay while she is there."
"It's no trouble."
"I guess I could have stayed in Trent's room, but," Niko looked down. "Well, you know."
"Yes, I do," Brian put a comforting hand on Niko's shoulder. "How are things going anyway?"
"Things?" Niko looked confused. "Oh, you mean things with Trent. They're fine. He doesn't watch me like that anymore. I didn't feel uncomfortable until today. Tanya is certainly, um."
"Aggressive?"
"Yes, that's it. Trent doesn't touch me or look at me like I'm his dinner, you know?"
Brian nodded.
"I mean, I'm aware that he likes me," Niko went on. "But he takes many pains to ensure that I don't feel uncomfortable. Whereas Tanya doesn't seem to care how I feel about it."
"Don't get too upset about it," Brian shrugged. "She's leaving soon anyway. If you need anything, just let me know."
"I don't need anything, but thanks."
Brian nodded and went off to his own room, finding Matt splayed out on the bed, shirtless as usual. He was dressed only in his flannel pajama pants, and the small blonde could see the thin line of hair that started at Matt's bellybutton and disappeared into the top of the pants. Brian's stomach fluttered and he sighed softly.
"Niko okay?" Matt asked as he closed his book and tossed it on the floor.
"Mmm hmm," Brian murmured as he pulled off his own top.
He was self-conscious of his own thin frame until one day Matt had just tossed him across the bed and began worshipping his chest with his tongue, demanding that Brian stop criticizing himself. Brian smiled as he remembered writhing and shivering in Matt's arms before finally giving up and agreeing. Hell, Matt could have gotten him to agree to just about anything then. Good thing he didn't seem to pick up on that. Matt, meanwhile, had pulled himself up to a sitting position and tugged Brian over to him by his belt loops.
"You're standing too far away from me, Precious," he purred.
Brian smiled softly at him and straddled his lap. Matt looked up at him with shuttered eyes and ran his hands all over Brian's naked back.
"Matt," Brian moaned leaning into the touch.
"What, baby?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Matt smiled as he slowly pulled Brian onto the bed and pushed him onto his back. "Very much."
Matt kissed Brian and let his tongue leisurely explore his smaller lover's mouth, reveling in the sweet cavern. When Brian moaned into him, Matt smiled to himself and slowly made his way down the smaller boy's neck to his chest. Brian sucked in a gasp and held Matt's head to him closely.
"M-matt."
"Hmm?"
"Wh-what are you d-doing?"
Matt lifted his head and looked into Brian's brilliant green gaze. He contemplated him solemnly for a few seconds before replying.
"We can stop if you want."
"No!" Brian cried then bit his lip. "I mean, no, it's okay. I just wondered where all this pent up energy came from."
"Oh," Matt smiled. "That." He lifted himself back up Brian's chest and looked down on him. "It's always there. I just hide it better sometimes."
"Why do you hide it?" Brian asked, suddenly feeling a little shy.
Matt's smile widened slightly. He loved it when Brian was like this, all fascinated and shy. He knew the smaller boy probably wouldn't appreciate that assessment so he'd kept it to himself. Yet he loved it when he could still see traces of the innocent boy Brian had been when they were younger, before everything changed. Too bad Brian had been forced to grow up so fast. Now all Matt wanted to do was find ways to erase the memory of the pain the boy had endured at the hands of his stepfather. He also wanted to be everything Brian deserved in a lover, but knew that no matter how well he did it he would probably never completely erase Brian's tortured past.
"I just don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you," he said gently, bringing his forehead down to touch Brian's. "Like I'm rushing you."
"You never rush me," Brian whispered. He kissed the tip of Matt's nose and smiled back lovingly. "I always feel safe with you. I know you'd never hurt me."
Matt let out a sigh and kissed Brian again, more gently than the last kiss yet no less loving. Brian wriggled against him until he pulled away and looked down to see that the small boy had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and was now attempting to get them off. Matt watched him longingly for a few minutes before he did anything.
"Hey, there," Matt smiled. "You don't have to."
Brian looked up at him with a priceless expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
"I want to!" he cried. "Help me."
"But . . ."
Brian muttered in exasperation and pushed Matt back on the bed. He quickly got up and kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his jeans and his boxers in one move. He quickly pulled off his socks and threw them to the side before jumping on top of Matt and peering down at him hungrily.
"Um, Bri?"
"What?" Brian's face didn't soften.
"You're beginning to scare me."
"Well, you're beginning to infuriate me."
Matt looked back at him in confusion. Infuriate him? But all Matt was trying to do was go slow to make Brian feel safe.
"Um? I didn't mean to," the muscular boy frowned.
"I know," Brian sighed finally softening. "But you treat me like a glass statue, and you can't imagine how annoying it gets."
"I just don't want to push you," Matt replied. "Make you remember all of that crap he put you through."
Brian looked down at him seriously for a second before his small face broke into a big grin. He kissed Matt's chin, then his neck, then his chest. Matt sucked in a deep breath as Brian worked his way around.
"He's dead, Matt," Brian said as he lifted his head to look Matt in the eyes. "And he can never hurt me again. You're here with me and I want you to touch me. I've been practically begging for it from you for weeks now. Can't you try, at least?"
"Try?" Matt had the grace to look mortified. He rubbed his palms over the small blonde boy's hips and thighs. "Are you serious? I've had to try NOT to. I want to touch you, baby, believe me I do. You're all I think about. But after everything you went through, I want you to be in absolute control of what happens with us. That means I put my own wants second. You come first."
Brian stared at him for a while, as if he was trying to understand a sudden epiphany. "So then I get to decide what we do, if I'm understanding you correctly, right?"
"Yes," Matt said excitedly. "You dictate the pace. Not me."
"And you'll do what I want in bed, then?" Brian raised a mischievous eyebrow that kind of made Matt a little nervous.
"Exactly," Matt answered, albeit a little hesitantly.
"Okay then."
"Okay," Matt nodded and proceeded to lift Brian off him and onto the other side of the bed.
"Hey!" the small blonde protested. "You said I'm in charge for now."
"Yeah," Matt said.
"So, what I say goes."
"Um. Uh huh."
"Good," Brian smiled sweetly. "Blow me."
Matt shook his head to make sure he'd heard that right. His sweet little Brian didn't just demand what it sounded like, did he?
"Um. What?"
"I said," Brian leaned closer and smiled calmly. "I want you to blow me."
"˜Tanya's not a reliable source for any information," Brian muttered darkly as he returned the DVD to its case and put it away. Matt was in the bedroom at the moment finishing up some homework and Brian still had to pull out the couch and make it up for Niko to sleep on.
"But she is Trent's sister?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything to her," the small blonde replied.
"Why not?"
"That's hard to say." Brian took the cushions off the couch and pulled out the mattress. "She's just not very nice to him unless she wants something."
"So you've met her before?" Niko helped Brian shake open the sheets and dress the bed.
"No. My brother told me on the phone when I first got here. Tanya used to try to make Trent beat up on other kids at school that bothered her."
"Well, she did seem a bit off to me," Niko conceded.
"Don't worry about it. Trent says she's just staying till Sunday. In the meantime, you and I can watch the rest of the series, and bother Matt."
"I don't want to bother him," the small Greek boy laughed. "But I would like to thank you two for providing a place for me to stay while she is there."
"It's no trouble."
"I guess I could have stayed in Trent's room, but," Niko looked down. "Well, you know."
"Yes, I do," Brian put a comforting hand on Niko's shoulder. "How are things going anyway?"
"Things?" Niko looked confused. "Oh, you mean things with Trent. They're fine. He doesn't watch me like that anymore. I didn't feel uncomfortable until today. Tanya is certainly, um."
"Aggressive?"
"Yes, that's it. Trent doesn't touch me or look at me like I'm his dinner, you know?"
Brian nodded.
"I mean, I'm aware that he likes me," Niko went on. "But he takes many pains to ensure that I don't feel uncomfortable. Whereas Tanya doesn't seem to care how I feel about it."
"Don't get too upset about it," Brian shrugged. "She's leaving soon anyway. If you need anything, just let me know."
"I don't need anything, but thanks."
Brian nodded and went off to his own room, finding Matt splayed out on the bed, shirtless as usual. He was dressed only in his flannel pajama pants, and the small blonde could see the thin line of hair that started at Matt's bellybutton and disappeared into the top of the pants. Brian's stomach fluttered and he sighed softly.
"Niko okay?" Matt asked as he closed his book and tossed it on the floor.
"Mmm hmm," Brian murmured as he pulled off his own top.
He was self-conscious of his own thin frame until one day Matt had just tossed him across the bed and began worshipping his chest with his tongue, demanding that Brian stop criticizing himself. Brian smiled as he remembered writhing and shivering in Matt's arms before finally giving up and agreeing. Hell, Matt could have gotten him to agree to just about anything then. Good thing he didn't seem to pick up on that. Matt, meanwhile, had pulled himself up to a sitting position and tugged Brian over to him by his belt loops.
"You're standing too far away from me, Precious," he purred.
Brian smiled softly at him and straddled his lap. Matt looked up at him with shuttered eyes and ran his hands all over Brian's naked back.
"Matt," Brian moaned leaning into the touch.
"What, baby?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Matt smiled as he slowly pulled Brian onto the bed and pushed him onto his back. "Very much."
Matt kissed Brian and let his tongue leisurely explore his smaller lover's mouth, reveling in the sweet cavern. When Brian moaned into him, Matt smiled to himself and slowly made his way down the smaller boy's neck to his chest. Brian sucked in a gasp and held Matt's head to him closely.
"M-matt."
"Hmm?"
"Wh-what are you d-doing?"
Matt lifted his head and looked into Brian's brilliant green gaze. He contemplated him solemnly for a few seconds before replying.
"We can stop if you want."
"No!" Brian cried then bit his lip. "I mean, no, it's okay. I just wondered where all this pent up energy came from."
"Oh," Matt smiled. "That." He lifted himself back up Brian's chest and looked down on him. "It's always there. I just hide it better sometimes."
"Why do you hide it?" Brian asked, suddenly feeling a little shy.
Matt's smile widened slightly. He loved it when Brian was like this, all fascinated and shy. He knew the smaller boy probably wouldn't appreciate that assessment so he'd kept it to himself. Yet he loved it when he could still see traces of the innocent boy Brian had been when they were younger, before everything changed. Too bad Brian had been forced to grow up so fast. Now all Matt wanted to do was find ways to erase the memory of the pain the boy had endured at the hands of his stepfather. He also wanted to be everything Brian deserved in a lover, but knew that no matter how well he did it he would probably never completely erase Brian's tortured past.
"I just don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you," he said gently, bringing his forehead down to touch Brian's. "Like I'm rushing you."
"You never rush me," Brian whispered. He kissed the tip of Matt's nose and smiled back lovingly. "I always feel safe with you. I know you'd never hurt me."
Matt let out a sigh and kissed Brian again, more gently than the last kiss yet no less loving. Brian wriggled against him until he pulled away and looked down to see that the small boy had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and was now attempting to get them off. Matt watched him longingly for a few minutes before he did anything.
"Hey, there," Matt smiled. "You don't have to."
Brian looked up at him with a priceless expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
"I want to!" he cried. "Help me."
"But . . ."
Brian muttered in exasperation and pushed Matt back on the bed. He quickly got up and kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his jeans and his boxers in one move. He quickly pulled off his socks and threw them to the side before jumping on top of Matt and peering down at him hungrily.
"Um, Bri?"
"What?" Brian's face didn't soften.
"You're beginning to scare me."
"Well, you're beginning to infuriate me."
Matt looked back at him in confusion. Infuriate him? But all Matt was trying to do was go slow to make Brian feel safe.
"Um? I didn't mean to," the muscular boy frowned.
"I know," Brian sighed finally softening. "But you treat me like a glass statue, and you can't imagine how annoying it gets."
"I just don't want to push you," Matt replied. "Make you remember all of that crap he put you through."
Brian looked down at him seriously for a second before his small face broke into a big grin. He kissed Matt's chin, then his neck, then his chest. Matt sucked in a deep breath as Brian worked his way around.
"He's dead, Matt," Brian said as he lifted his head to look Matt in the eyes. "And he can never hurt me again. You're here with me and I want you to touch me. I've been practically begging for it from you for weeks now. Can't you try, at least?"
"Try?" Matt had the grace to look mortified. He rubbed his palms over the small blonde boy's hips and thighs. "Are you serious? I've had to try NOT to. I want to touch you, baby, believe me I do. You're all I think about. But after everything you went through, I want you to be in absolute control of what happens with us. That means I put my own wants second. You come first."
Brian stared at him for a while, as if he was trying to understand a sudden epiphany. "So then I get to decide what we do, if I'm understanding you correctly, right?"
"Yes," Matt said excitedly. "You dictate the pace. Not me."
"And you'll do what I want in bed, then?" Brian raised a mischievous eyebrow that kind of made Matt a little nervous.
"Exactly," Matt answered, albeit a little hesitantly.
"Okay then."
"Okay," Matt nodded and proceeded to lift Brian off him and onto the other side of the bed.
"Hey!" the small blonde protested. "You said I'm in charge for now."
"Yeah," Matt said.
"So, what I say goes."
"Um. Uh huh."
"Good," Brian smiled sweetly. "Blow me."
Matt shook his head to make sure he'd heard that right. His sweet little Brian didn't just demand what it sounded like, did he?
"Um. What?"
"I said," Brian leaned closer and smiled calmly. "I want you to blow me."