True Faith

True Faith
Boys: Brian/Puppy
Disclaimer: This work makes no assumptions about the boys' sexual preference and in no way suggests what gender they prefer. I don't know the boys, because if I did, I'd be a hell of a lot happier (and they'd only murder me for writing stuff like this).
(c) 2001 by Arcadia

At first, I hadn't thought it possible. Sara had dumped me for the sixtieth time, it seemed, and I was depressed all over again. Admittedly, the serotonin levels in my synapses or whatever were just fine, but I still felt rejected. I thought I would have been used to this by now. Even though she could be a total bitch, she was still gorgeous, and I was once again having a terrible time getting over her. Once again, Brian was there to hug me and reassure my broken heart she wasn't worth the pain. I rarely believed him, no matter how badly I wanted to. Tears began filling my eyes again and even as I tried to blink them back, fell freely down my worn and tired face. A few minutes later, I felt better, and decided to finally wash my face off.

As I was hanging my cloth back on the towel rack, Brian peered into the room, his gentle eyes searching worriedly for me. "Frack?"

I shuffled toward the doorway. "Hey."

"Good, you're still here."

"Why wouldn't I be."

He sighed. "Nick, please don't shut me away."

God, that was the last thing I wanted to do—push away my last friend on the planet. "I'm sorry, Bri. I really didn't mean it in that way. Come in."

His blue eyes noticeably saddened. "I got your message and was afraid you'd do something even worse than last time." I settled on the edge of the bed, and, as expected, he sat beside me.

"I was considering it," I replied nonchalantly.

"Kaos, I'm really worried about you. You deserve so much better than what you've been getting. Both you and I know that."

My eyes were beginning to water again. No, not in front of Brian. He was my best friend, but that was still something I was uncomfortable doing in his presence. "I know."

I felt the bed shift as Brian moved closer, urging me into a hug. Unable to contain myself any longer, I accepted his open arms and clutched his neck, crying into his shirt. His body warmed me as his embrace comforted my trembling soul. Every time I felt the tears waning, a fresh flood would begin again. Brian never let go through the entire thing. In fact, he gripped my shoulders tighter with every drop I took into misery. Once he was sure I was finished, he gave me one last hug and said I looked like I needed some privacy. My eyes drifted upward and watched him cross the hallway to his room. The door shut with a quiet thud that echoed through the deathly silent house.

I had never felt so alone.

That night as I was getting settled, my hand came across something wet on my sheets. Revolted, I flung the comforter off to discover a pale yellow spot about a foot away from my pillow. Just what I needed to end my already horrible day: dog pee. Damn Chihuahua!

"BRIAN!" I whined, fed up with his non-potty-trained puppy using my bed as a toilet.

"What? What?" Brian ran in, anxiously looking around for an invisible invader.

"Tyke peed in my bed again! Can't you train it to pee outside for once?"

Sighing, Brian tore the wet sheets off and dragged them to the bathroom, soaking the stain in the tub. "We can deal with the rest tomorrow. For now, it's late, and I want to sleep. If you want, you can sleep in my bed tonight until we can clean yours."

"Fine." I was still pissed at the dog, and fought the urge to stomp on it as it scuttled by.

Brian opened up the covers and I crawled in, curling up facing the wall and crossing my arms angrily. To my surprise, he lied down beside me, his hand resting atop my side. For some reason, that position was quite comfortable, and occasionally I edged a bit closer, just to feel his warmth. Eventually I found myself so close my back was resting against his chest and his fingers had slipped down to my stomach. From the deep intake of his breath, I could tell he was asleep. Brian looked unusually peaceful and calm while asleep, and my sources say he looks just like a little boy sleeping soundly in a racecar bed. I tilted my head back—just out of curiosity—and peeked at his face. Sources never lie. This guy was a cutie. Amazing that he's still single. Oddly enough, the sight of him sleeping was enough to put a smile on my face and fill my mind with more pleasant dreams.

* * * * *

Neither Brian nor I had much money, so we made do the best we could. We co-owned the house, but he insisted that I take the master bedroom (which really was the same size as the guest room). It was worth it, considering that I had to put up with that goddamn Chihuahua everyday. If I had known earlier that this would happen, we would have bought the other house for $10,000 less since it only had one bedroom and one bath. Even after my bed had already been cleaned, I still spent every night with Brian, just sleeping alongside him. It gave us both a sense of comfort, having someone lying next to us. At first I was worried I was using him as a replacement for Sara, but as the days rolled on, I began enjoying his company more and more. His body was so warm and his smile so friendly I couldn't help but feel fuzzy inside everytime he laughed or said anything with a goofy grin on his face.

One night he asked me how the situation with Sara was going. As I contemplated my answer, I realized that I hadn't even thought about her for a few days, maybe even a week. Somehow, the hurt that crashed in when she left washed right back out with the tide, and I didn't hurt anymore. For the first time, I doubted my love for her—the love that I proclaimed too many times to count, and I now realize, never meant it once. A small part of me still missed her, though. She was so fun, and many times we'd just sit and share stories of our lives. My obsession had grown to the point where I was planning what kind of wedding I might have with her, and what our children would look like. But now, the passion had ebbed, and I was left with a tiny pulsing throb of pain in my heart and nothing more.

If there was anyone in the world who could make me feel better, it was Brian. He was a living miracle. Countless times, he'd sit and hold me after a breakup, a stressful problem, chopped communications with my family. He was the sturdy rock of my life that would always be there for me, and if he wasn't, wouldn't be named Brian Thomas Littrell. There is something very special about him that I could never quite pinpoint. He was my best friend in the whole wide world—cliché of the millennium—and there was absolutely no one else who could replace him. If anyone asked, there was no part of him I appreciated most. It was everything. His cheerful laugh, his sparkling eyes that were rarely lacking in spirit, his understanding and compassion towards my many problems, and every other aspect about him that I loved so much. The guys always made fun of me for my fluctuating weight and the fact that I said "dumbass" on national TV, but Brian refused to join them and always stuck up for me. Loyalty was not something I was used to, but the feeling was a good one.

Maybe I'm being sappy.

* * * * *

Sleepless nights were upon me again. The last time this happened was when I was five, and afraid of the dark. I wasn't afraid of the dark now, but rather, something else. Something far more sinister, that to this day I still can't pinpoint. After watching "Fight Club" I worried I was suffering from insomnia, but Brian assured me I was being paranoid. Ha, that's funny.

About a week after the Chihuahua incident, I was suffering from yet another exhausting day that ended without rest. My head smashed against the pillow like an anvil, wanting so badly to fall asleep, but with no such luck. Brian had mentioned he would be out for the night, so the bed was all mine. All mine to toss and turn in, perhaps. Not that it mattered. Migraines were shooting through my brain like sandstorms because of the capsules of Nyquil I'd taken to try and force myself to sleep.

A quarter to twelve, Brian walked into the room and flipped the lights on. My eyes squinted at the sudden glare and I somehow managed to mumble, "what are you doing."

"Get up. We're going for a walk."

The guy was crazy.

Mysteriously, when I regained my senses, I was in Brian's PT Cruiser, and we were driving on a backroad to...

"Bri, where are going."

"Someplace special."

I looked at him incredulously. "At night."

"At night," he repeated, not looking at me.

"You're crazy."

"Oh, the number of times I've heard that one directed towards me."

I giggled. "Tell me when we get there."

"That's what I intend to do."

I hadn't even gotten resettled when I felt the warmth of Brian's hand shaking my shoulder lightly. "Hey Nick."

"Already? So what's the surprise."

"Nothing much. We're just taking a midnight walk."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't sleep anyway, so why not."

Something I never noticed about the night was how peaceful everything was. Luckily, the stars were out and the moon was nearing fullness. The entire sky was a deep navy blue and I had to admit it was the most gorgeous sight I'd seen in a while. Brian and I walked in complete silence. The air was slightly warmer than usual, but a slight breeze compensated for it, and felt comforting in the late spring night. But I was still wondering what I was doing here at twelve o'clock at night.

"Brian, explain to me again. Exactly why are we here?"

"I wanted you to realize that you've been missing."

My eyes squinted and widened at the same time in confusion. "Missing? What have I been missing?"

Brian looked at me with the softest eyes on the planet when he said, "everything. You're not stopping to smell the flowers or sweet, cut grass. You bypass everyone on the road who has needed help, at least all the little old ladies that have wanted nothing more than for a sturdy young male to help them cross the street. You've been oblivious to the world around you, Nick, and I'm trying to point out what you are now failing to notice." He paused, whether dramatically or to incite a reaction, I'm still not sure, but he continued on anyway. "Look at this sky. Have you seen a shade of blue so rich? The royalest of the royal blues, completely pure and unadulterated. In order to figure out life, you need to understand how all the pieces go together. Notice the little things that come around, instead of trying to get the big picture immediately. There's so much you could have seen, but didn't. I'm trying to show you those things."

We walked in silence again as I pondered his last statement. What the fuck did that all mean??

It didn't take long to find out.

Friday nights used to be depressing, since that was always the night Sara and I made love—or in her terms—fucked. Her body was amazing; she had curvy hips and perky breasts, a fit stomach, soft back, cute butt, the works. She never seemed to run out of new ideas when we had sex. I wouldn't be surprised if she had an index of "1000 ways to use whipped cream and handcuffs." It made me hard, just thinking about what she could do with my cock. I always thought about her while in bed with the lights off, resting on my side of the bed and letting my dick grow. Afterwards, I'd usually jack off in the shower thinking about her suckable nipples and tight, hot core.

One such Friday night, just before my usual "mourning session," Brian dashed into the bedroom and immediately aimed himself at the bathroom. Apparently, he didn't notice me. Before I had a chance to return to my thoughts however, I heard a soft moan filter through the doorway. Intrigued, I stood up and pressed my ear to the door, curious and nosy as to what he was doing. Within minutes, repeated thumps began accompanying the moans. Suddenly, it clicked. He was jerking off and obviously not making much effort to muffle his soundtrack of ecstasy. I found myself glued to the doorway though, and even when his thrusts against the wall grew steadily louder and his moans more passionate, I couldn't pull away. What surprised me most was the boner that I felt emerging and the shallower breaths I was beginning to take as he neared climax. Just as he orgasmed I felt myself twitch and a wave of pleasure hit me, changing logic into hormones. All I could think of now was how badly I wanted release, and how much I wanted that to come from Brian. He made me horny, so now he was going to have to take it away.

When he stepped out of the shower clad in nothing but a towel, I couldn't help but smile. He was so beautiful. His body was even more perfect than Sara's, and I wanted it. Beyond all this, I'm sure my mind was contemplating whether or not I was gay, but as of now, I didn't care. I needed to be fucked, and lucky me, the one for the job was the only one there anyway.

"Hey Brian." He shrieked from surprise and fell backwards, landing in a pile of clothes. I guess he didn't notice that his towel had fallen slightly, but I'll let you know that I noticed. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"No shit, Nick, of course you did." As he stood, the towel fell to the floor and he hastily yanked it back up, searching the area for a readily available pair of boxers.

"Brian, I really think you should leave that off." His squeak of astonishment made me even harder, God knows why.

"What?"

"Brian, you're beautiful."

"What the fuck, you're scaring me." Not quite the response I was hoping for. He hurriedly ran for the closet to look for clothes. I stepped in his path and looked him in the eye, and I was surprised that he didn't move. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully. Before the trance was broken, I bent down to kiss him, but underestimated and caught his forehead. He took a tentative step away from me, but that was enough for me to finally see where his lips were, and dive in to press my mouth to them. Those lips...even today I still fantasize about his lips. "Brian?"

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Yeah."

My eyes fluttered close and I leaned in once more, knowing exactly where his waiting mouth was. Anyone who told me I had the softest lips in the world obviously had never kissed Brian (and if anyone tried to after me, I'd only smash the person's nose straight through his skull). It was like putting my mouth against warm but not melted ice cream. Reaching my hand around his neck to pull him closer, my lips dropped light pecks onto his, then enveloped his satiny tongue and sucked. Guttural moans emitted from his throat and though I swallowed them, still turned me on. I felt the beginnings of his erection nudging my thigh, and being me, I decided to be naughty and rub him slowly with my leg. Now that was a shudder I wasn't going to forget.

Slowly, we made our way to the bed and Brian discarded his towel along the way. Holy fuck. I'd seen this guy naked before, but naked and aroused? I suddenly wanted a camera to capture the moment. Well, the experience will suffice. I climbed on top and just admired his toned body for a few minutes. Brian seemed to be getting a bit antsy from my observations, but the kid would just have to wait.

"You are beautiful."

Finally, the answer I was looking for. "I don't care. Fuck me."

"Aren't we the demanding one."

His body shivered again. How sexy was that. "You have no idea how badly I want you to do this."

I smiled and slid my index finger into my mouth, letting it pull in and out in the most suggestive manner I could dredge up. Brian's eyes closed and he groaned, his cock oozing precum. Smiling slightly, my finger traced his left nipple, circling it over and over again until he was once again writhing beneath me. I knew he loved to be teased, and I was using this knowledge to the fullest extent.

My finger pushed gently onto the tiny nub and his back arched towards me, in that Brianish manner that I'd always loved. As I played with his nipple, I leaned over to suck on the side of his neck, enjoying his soft sweet skin. I allowed my tongue to taste his collarbones a few times before easing down to an erect nipple, and taking it between my teeth. He gasped audibly and moaned immediately after. I smiled against his chest as my tongue flickered over the taut nipple, torturing him to no end. Even with all my concentration focused on my work, I could still feel his erection pulsating against my leg. Insanely sinful pleasures of the night. Smirking, I brushed it with my inner thigh several times as my mouth moved down his torso. His precum was spreading onto me, and it completely turned me on knowing I'd done this to him.

When Brian seemed about ready to explode from containing his orgasm so long, I finally moved my mouth to the tip. He watched intently as I inched closer to the feebly controlled bucking of his hips. As soon as my lips touched the hole, Brian's head whipped back in ecstasy and he groaned my name over and over again. I planted light kisses over his entire cock, now purple and thick with blood. Heat emanated from it in waves, and I could feel it against my cool cheek when I rubbed my face against him.

"Nick, if you—ahhh...don't stop that...I'm going to...oh fucking Christ!" My tongue had just lashed out and lapped up the underside of his dick and was now proceeding to suck the precum from the tip. It was obvious he was no longer even attempting to repress his thrusts, and after a few minutes of teasing, I let him have what he desperately wanted. On a thrust, I took him in my mouth and pulled him down my throat, sucking as hard as I could. According to Brian, my mouth was "fucking hot" and "felt so shit-fucking good." God, that turned me on. I wanted so badly just to reach down and pull one out, but I was working too hard on Brian's dick to do both.

When he came, it was the most exhilarating feeling I'd ever experienced. Brian's face twisted in ecstasy and his mouth cried out with so much passion I couldn't help but moan. His cum splashed down my throat countless times as the power in his thrusts gradually decreased. Once I felt him completely limp in my mouth, I pulled off and lay next to him, watching his breathing slowly go back to normal. It wouldn't be until the next morning that I discovered I had come all over his legs while swallowing his orgasm. He turned to me with the most lust-filled look in his dark blue eyes and I gazed into them, trying to read his thoughts.

Finally, he spoke softly. "You're fucking amazing." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the floor amongst the towels. My heart ached as I watched his angelic face enjoying a quiet sleep, and I got up to place myself behind him. I spooned up beside him and closed my eyes also. Before I knew it, I had entered the land of dreams, which tonight, included Brian and me. And nothing else.