Bedtime Story
by Gail (gem225@hotmail.com)
from Brian's pov, part ?, set in their future, so will have to specify later - same events as in College Kid
Rating: adult
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. The copyright belongs to me.
Thanks to Tinnean and Elizabeth for support and beta.
For Thamiris on her birthday (3/27/04), with love (will end up posting it later, but that's life).
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"Brian, tell me about one of your lovers. The first."
Michael sat up, propping a pillow behind him and staring at me. I'd thought that he'd want to sleep after the sex, but it seemed not.
The moonlight made a bar on the blanket and I focused on it, remembering. "The first woman or the first man?"
He laughed softly. "The first man." I looked up at him, and he smiled. I liked seeing that smile on him, liked seeing him relaxed.
"The first man. All right." I sat up too and pulled the covers over my lap, making sure that his legs were covered too. He gave me an amused look when I stroked his thigh as well, but didn't say anything. "I was a sophomore in college, and a friend of mine had his girlfriend back home break up with him because he hadn't remembered to send her a birthday card."
Michael snorted. "She had someone already, count on it."
"Maybe. Well, he was broken up about it, and he wanted to go drinking, and I didn't have a girlfriend then - "
"Oh?"
"I dated women, Michael."
"Yes. Well. The story."
"We went to a bar and had a couple of pitchers. I tried not to drink too much at first, but he kept refilling my glass and his own, and he'd cheered up by his third glass - my second - and was fun to be with, so I relaxed and drank. By the time we'd finished the second pitcher, we were both drunk, and Dave was ready to go home. So we staggered outside and I was glad that it was spring, because we'd walked there and were going to walk home, and the fresh air helped me feel better." I laughed. "It didn't help Dave. He threw up twice on the way."
"And you went back to his room and he wanted to have sex, right?"
I smiled. "No, that's not what happened." It was interesting that he sounded almost angry, but I wasn't going to let him know that I'd noticed or stop telling it unless he asked me to, and possibly not even then. He'd wanted this story. Now he was going to have to deal with it. "We did go back to his room, and he asked me if I wanted to sleep on his floor because it was late and he didn't want me to walk halfway across campus. He said his roommate wouldn't mind. I was tired and still pretty drunk, so I agreed. He told me where to find a sleeping bag and was asleep on top of his bed before I had it unrolled between the two beds - the only space it would fit. I drank some water, struggled out of my shirt, got into the sleeping bag, and fell asleep."
"Are you sure there's sex in this story?"
"I'm sure." It was good to remember this, and good to know that Michael was interested in my past. I wanted to ask him to tell me the story of his first time with a man, but I was sure he'd tell me that it was out of the question. Maybe someday he'd trust me, but for now I was happy knowing that he wanted more than just sex.
"Well?"
This time I laughed out loud. "I'm getting to it. You'll see."
"Before the sun comes up?"
"The next morning I woke up. Dave was gone, but his roommate was there - Jack. I didn't know Jack at all well, and I was concerned that he'd be pissed off that I'd slept over, but he didn't seem pissed off.
"'Where's Dave?' I asked.
"'He said he was going to drink a lot of black coffee. It's his cure for a hangover. Me, I'd rather drink some more.'
"He was sitting on his bed, and he was smiling at me. I sat up and reached to unzip the sleeping bag, and he never took his eyes off me. I could feel myself getting hard, and I was glad I'd left my jeans on the night before. I figured I'd get up and go for some coffee too, and food, since I was hungry, then head back to my room and shower and do some studying or go to the library.
"Then Jack said, 'Too bad you didn't sleep in my bed. Would have been nice to find you there, all warm. Why don't you come up here and I'll show you what I would have done?'
"I couldn't believe he'd said that, and I couldn't take my eyes off his. He... he meant it. I'd wanted to touch other guys, but I'd never met anyone who seemed approachable, so I hadn't done anything about it. But Jack was cute and right there, and he wanted me.
"'If you're not interested, no problem. But I hate not going after what I want.'
"I was definitely interested, so I threw back the sleeping bag cover, got up, and sat down next to Jack. He pounced on me, had his hands all over me and my jeans undone before I could take a good breath. I got my hands on his upper arms and held on while he squeezed my cock. It took me a while to let go, but I did, and ran a hand over his chest. He grabbed my hand and put it around his cock, and I got to touch another man's cock at last.
"We jerked each other off, and Jack even sucked on my cock, but he stopped before I came. I think he expected me to reciprocate, but I didn't - I don't know why. Then Jack gave me a towel and soap and shampoo and shoved me into the shower."
"And is that it?"
He sounded impatient, but I made him wait. I was telling this story, and I was enjoying it. "I took my shower, and when I came back out, Dave was there. He said he was going to the library and did I want to come with him? Before I could answer, Jack said, 'You got coffee. Give him a chance to get some,' and Dave agreed and took off. Almost before the door closed Jack had grabbed off my towel and pushed me back on the bed.
"That time I did suck on him, and I found that I loved it.
"We saw each other a few more times. Dave never found out. He started dating a woman he met that morning at the library and was at her place most nights. It was easy for us. Then Jack found another guy to play with."
"And you?"
"Yes?"
"How did you like that?"
"I didn't." I hadn't liked it at all, but what could I do? Jack wasn't interested in anything more than sex with me or any guy. I had no hold on him. "I thanked him and let him go."
"He was an idiot."
I smiled. Hearing that from Michael almost made up for the pain I'd felt at the time, and it certainly made me happy now. "Thank you." I took a breath. "After that I joined the Lambda Alliance. I wanted to be with people who I could talk to about this. Funny thing, I never dated another guy in college. Not until graduate school did I find a man to have sex with."
Michael slid closer to me. "You're lying. I saw pictures of you with men, and you damned well were sleeping with them."
"No. They were friends."
"Friends you put your arm around?"
"Yes. Are you talking about the pictures from the Lambda picnic? Because if so, those were all in fun. The photographers posed us. There's one of me with my friend Joe on his knees in front of me, and he didn't suck cock." He loved getting fucked, and he'd asked me once, but I didn't feel right cheating on my then-girlfriend, so I turned him down. He was fine with that. But I didn't feel the need to share this with Michael.
"You like men who suck cock."
He had his mouth on my cock before I could take a breath. God, Michael sucking my cock. I'd thought it would never happen. I clenched the sheet and tried to breathe, but one look at Michael's blond hair down at my crotch and I was panting. He'd gotten about a third of my cock in his mouth and was sliding his mouth up and down but not sucking. I didn't care. It was Michael there, Michael. My Michael.
I reached down and wrapped my hand around my erection, not to come, but to stop from coming. I wasn't going to come in his mouth if I could help it.
Abruptly his mouth was gone and I whimpered, then started jerking my cock harder than I ever had before. I had to come.
"No." And his mouth was back, and I whimpered again. Oh, god, he wasn't finished yet. God. This... never. Never. He was sucking this time, and when I came, he didn't pull away.
But when I softened, he reached for a tissue and spat into it. All right, he didn't want to swallow. I couldn't blame him for that.
"Thank you."
He balled the tissue up and tossed it away, then picked up his glass and drank. "Go to sleep."
"What about you?"
He put the glass down, turned away from me, and put his head on his pillow. "Goodnight, Brian."
So he'd sucked me off and wanted nothing for himself.
I was smiling as I settled into my side of the bed.
"Goodnight, Michael. Sleep well."
I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. A good night, indeed.
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Posted 4/24/04
