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disasterdeacy · 6 years ago

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Some Day, One Day: Present Day Brian May x Reader

A/N: this whole fic is based on a conversation/rp that I had with my sweet angel Tori @meddows-taylors, and I just felt the need to share this with y’all lovely angels. Tori, God bless you and your ability to help me hammer out writing, ilysm sis and idk what I would do without you! Everyone plz go give her a follow, because half of Brian’s part was written by my girl. ALSO!!! Any mention of Anita or Chrissie is completely fictionalized for the purpose of this fic!

Pairing: Present Day Brian May x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Infidelity, Angst, Fluff, 18+

Word Count: 12.2k (she thicc)

Summary: (Y/N) has been working as a volunteer at Save Me for almost a year whenever she gets a chance, and she absolutely loves it. Brian May has been overjoyed for the past 6 months, particularly when he gets the opportunity to work with his favorite young volunteer/lawyer (Y/N), the only issue? She’s 50 years younger than him, and he’s married… One night, after a particularly stressful week for the two, Brian decides that he can’t stand being away from his friend anymore, and plans a little excursion for the two, completely platonic of course…

You ran a hand through your damp hair, groaning in pleasure as you fell into your bed, the nest like way you’d arranged your pillows and blankets cradling your absolutely exhausted form.

Today had been shit, well actually, the whole week had been shit.

Work was a nightmare, your mom had called and told you that your childhood cat had needed to be put down, your favorite pair of heels had broken while you ran to catch your train, and you hadn’t been able to see Brian all week.

That’s what hurt the most.

You’d texted every day of course, but your schedules prevented you from actually seeing one another. You had usually managed to get to Save Me at least once a week, volunteering as you’d been doing for the past 6 months. But, this week had just not allowed it, and you missed Brian terribly. He was the best friend you could imagine, that brilliant, incredible, funny, kind, beautiful, married... man.

Burying you face into the robin’s egg blue pillow case, you let out an even louder groan this one out of annoyance at yourself for your own stupidity. Brian was married, you’d MET his wife, she’d made you a birthday dinner.. but she also didn’t provide him with the support he needed. She didn’t make him feel like he mattered to her, and that hurt you. But, she was still his wife. Anita was still married to Brian, and you had no right to interfere in that aspect of his life, as much as you wanted to.

Rolling over, you sighed, pushing the still wet curls from you face as you did so. Of course you would fall in love with a married man almost triple your age, and a rock star at that. You had tried so hard to deny your feelings for him, tried to tell yourself that you were an idiot, that you only admired him and wanted to be close to him platonically, but this week of not being in his presence for a single second almost killed you. In all honesty, Brian being missing from your life this past week was definitely a contributing factor in how shitty your week has been.

Your phone rang suddenly, interrupting your wallowing time. Rolling over to the other side of your bed, pulling your phone off of the charger and answering quickly, not even bothering to check the caller ID, only one person ever called you this late.

“Hello stranger.”

“Well hello to you, too.” Brian hopes he’s able to hide the smile in his voice, glad that you can’t hear the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. He shivers a little, pulling his coat tighter around himself, starting to realize he really hadn’t thought this through…. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself, the week had been a bad one, he knew. When the two of you had spoken very briefly on the phone yesterday, he swore he’d heard you on the verge of crying. Brian hated knowing that you felt upset—that you were hurting, so he’d thrown together a plan, trying to convince himself he was doing it as a friend, to cheer you up. Nothing more, completely platonic.. But now he was stood outside your apartment building in the frigid London air, feeling a bit like an idiot

“Please tell me you’re home?”

You smiled into the phone, stress practically disappearing from your body as you heard his soft voice through the speaker. Laughing at his question, you sit up in the bed, eyebrow raised.

“Well seeing as how it’s,”

You turned around, gazing at the time on your beside clock.

“11:34 at night on a Wednesday, yes I am my dear Doctor May. Why do you ask?”

You shuffled off the bed as you spoke, walking over to your bedroom window, smiling widely as you spied the familiar white curls standing beside his car, parked right outside of your flat.

He notices your figure and waves up at you, a bright smile on his face

“Well, my dear, I’m afraid we’ve got a bit of an emergency on our hands.” His voice is quite chipper for someone saying they’ve got an emergency to tend to

“Can you come help me with it?”

He sends you a pouty look. He hoped you wouldn’t say no— you were already in your pajamas.

“.... unless I’m ruining your night!” Brian hastily adds the last bit, chastising himself once again for not trying to plan this better. For all he know you were with someone up there, or he’d rudely woken you from sleep.. one of the possibilities upset him far worse than the other.

You waved back down at him, a wide smile nearly splitting your face at his little pout.

“So long as I this emergency doesn’t require me to change out of my galaxy pajama pants, I’m all yours for the night. No work tomorrow.”

Mentally fist pumping the fact that you’d taken the next day off for a mental health day. Your boss had actually suggested it, noticing just how stressed you’d been over the past few days. She was a goddamn angel, and if it meant that you were going to be able to spend a little time with Brian? You would have to send her a fruit basket. Smiling down at him, you shook your head at his final statement.

“Bri you could never ruin my night. Let me slip on a bra and some shoes and I’ll be down in 5.”

You moved away from the window, about to hang up, before gasping and turning back to the window.

“Also young man! Get inside that car! It’s absolutely freezing out there, and if you catch your death outside of my apartment, my mom will never let me hear the end of it!”

You hung up the phone, shaking your head at the fact that the smartest man you knew was stood outside his warm car in the frigid London cold, but also smiling at the fact that he was doing it for you. Quickly throwing on a bra and jacket, you slipped on a pair of shoes and bounded down the stairs, plucking up your purse as you walked out of your flat. Locking the door, you tried to will myself not to run towards the door of Brian’s car where he was still stood, his nose red with cold.

He’s sniffling JUST a little, but refuses to get into the still running car. He was keeping it warm for you, and didn’t want even a little bit of the warmth to escape into the night air. Anyway, seeing how excited you looked as you came out the front door was worth standing out in the cold. He greets you with a smile and a hug, brushing off your scolding as he opens the door for you to get into the car. He comes back round to get into the driver’s side, sitting there a moment to warm his hands in front of the heater. He looks down at your pants and chuckles.

“I’ll admit, I AM a huge fan of the pajamas. Where in the world did you get those? I’ll have to invest in finding some, though they probably won’t fit my legs.”

He sighs over dramatically, shaking his head, his curls bobbing with the movement. He’s happy to see you look so.... well, happy, and it lifts his spirits to know he might be the cause of your attitude.

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back against the headrest of the seat, shaking your head a bit at Brian’s words.

“Oh shut your mouth Doctor May,” Reaching a hand over towards him you grab his thigh cheekily

“These thighs would fill out these gorgeous pants perfectly.”

You pat his thigh once more before immediately pulling your hand back, worried you have taken it too far. He just smiles at you, a faint red dusting of color marring his cheeks. Buckling your seatbelt, you were unable to keep the smile that first appeared when he first called me, off your face.

Brian brought his hand to rustle your hair a bit, laughing when you groaned and wrestled them away from, glaring at him as he pulled away from the street corner, and figured this was as good a time as any to ask him where we were going so late.

“Is there a little critter to pick up? Is that the emergency?”

Brian can feel his cheeks flushing at your touch on his thigh, and he’s mentally cursing himself, trying to get himself together. He’s happy when you both revert back to some friendly/goofy touches, hoping he can chill himself out. He smiles over at you, heart warming at your concern for the animals the two of you both worked to save. You didn’t even know why he’d drug you out of bed at midnight, but you had come down anyway, and it made him feel a wave of something he had no business feeling.

“Well.... it’s a bit of a surprise. But I’ll tell you if you want me to.”

He glances over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. He was already heading further into town, not out of it like he’d go if he were headed to the Save Me HQ. He can feel himself getting a bit nervous, once again doubting his plan, but he pushes those feelings away. No, you’ll love this. He knows you will. Because he knows YOU. Maybe more than he’s ever known anyone else—well, aside from maybe Roger, but Roger didn’t fucking count*

So it wasn’t a Save Me thing... that was obvious to me as he drive further into central London, towards Kensington. You furrowed your brows at him, lips pursed in question.

“I almost want to know what you’re planning, but I also feel like I NEED to let the secrecy stand. Makes it fun that way.”

You wiggled my eyebrows at Brian, garnering a laugh from him, his soft laugh joining your own slightly obnoxious one. The two of you fill the remainder of the car ride speaking about your days, making jokes about a much needed vacation you’d always swore you would take together. Trying your best not to flush at the mention of vacationing with Brian, images of his tanned skin on display, swim trunks hanging low on his hips... god you needed to stop.

You shook your head slightly, your still damp hair moving to cover your face just slightly as the car comes to a stop Hearing Brian clap his hands, you look up, opening your mouth in confusion at the sight in the distance.

“Natural History Museum? We planning a heist on some Dino bones tonight Bri?”

He gives you a mischievous look, turning to face you completely

“Would you say no if that’s what we WERE doing?”

He laughs when you smack his arm and he turns off the car, urging you to get out. Once you’re both standing in front of the building he turns to you.

“You trust me, yeah?”

You nod, of course you did, and it warms his heart. He gently leads you into the building, having arranged to be given a key. He was proud of himself, for how much he’d organized in such little time. The building was obviously closed up and empty. He’d been told how to start the planetarium show and everything, having brought blankets and pillows ahead of time to make things more comfortable. To be honest, he’d been planning this for a good three days, making sure to call your boss earlier in the day to ensure that you would have the day off tomorrow. He walks you towards the large room, a hand on the small of your back.

Your mouth is definitely wide open as you walk into the museum, passing exhibit after exhibit, our footsteps echoing loudly through the empty halls. Brian is practically exploding with energy, his hand on your back as you enter a large room.

You let out a small gasp when you see the little set up in the front of what you can now tell is the planetarium, two sets of pillows and blankets lied out. Turning to Brian, a giant smile lights up on your face as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Oh my fucking god! Brian May you did NOT do what I think you’ve done?!”

You’re practically bouncing on your feet at this point, your previous tiredness completely gone as you take in everything. Of course Brian would end up doing something like this for you. Brian smiles at you, holding up a single finger as he turns to exit the room, leaving you alone for a few minutes before returning slightly out of breath. He leads you to the pillows and blankets, telling you to make yourself comfortable as he does the same.

You slide to the floor, lying your head on the pillow as you cover yourself up, Brian’s body heat radiating through your pajamas as he takes his spot.

“Guess I really dressed appropriately then didn’t I?”

He thinks seeing you here like this, he might be the happiest he’s been in a long time. He goes to start the show, keeping the volume minimal so you could still talk to one another if you wanted. He comes back and tugs off his coat, revealing his own comfortable clothing, laughing as you point to your pajama pants.

“I’d say you’re dressed for the occasion, yes.”

He jokes, laying down beside you and adjusting his head on a pillow. He pulls a comforter over the two of you, before turning towards you.

“Is this alright? Are you comfortable? I also brought some snacks in a bag over there, if you’re feeling peckish.”

You assured him that you weren’t hungry, but the feeling of him so close to you, close enough to touch, to curl into, to cuddle... it’s a lot, something you’d never imagined you would have to experience, only something that happened to you in dreams.

But, here you were, curled up against one another while a show on the cosmos played above you supernovas flowing across the above head screen, feeling so close that you could reach up and touch them, which is why you reached up slightly, immediately putting your hand down when you realized how foolish you probably looked.

“Please ignore that oh my god I’m so stupid!”

Laughing loudly at your silliness, your hands moved up to cover your face before you buried them into Brian’s shoulder, your heart nearly stopping as he merely laughed and wrapped his arm around you.

He laughs, pulling you closer automatically, and trying his best not to tense up once he realizes what he’s done. ‘Just friends, just friends, just friends…’ he attempts to scold himself and remind himself all at once. He stares up at the floating illustrations, smiling, voice quiet.

“You’re not stupid. You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. Plus, I also find myself wanting to touch the stars at times. Being here just makes it easier, doesn’t it?”

He leans a little closer, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. It’s just comforting, being near you…

His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him, and causing your heart to almost explode in your chest. ‘He’s married, he’s 71, he only likes you as a friend. That’s it, stop being such a goddamn idiot (Y/N)’ is all that’s running through your head as he speaks. You scoff as he says that you’re one of the smartest people he’s ever met, laughing a little as he glares at you playfully.

He’s right though. Being here, together, watching the cosmos move above you, so close yet so far away. Seemingly able to be touched, and yet so untouchable... almost like Brian was to you.

He was beside you, physically holding you, his arm around your waist, your chest against his... and yet, you couldn’t help but feel as if the two of you were worlds apart. You let out a deep shuddering sigh, hoping you could disguise it as wonder at the show.

“It’s just, it’s so beautiful, and so sad.”

He looked down at you confused, causing you to sigh.

“The cosmos. It’s, it’s there for us to explore, to experience, to touch, and yet we can’t.” You curl closer into Brian, your heart beating out of your chest as he rests his head on top of your’s.

“The closest we can get to it is through pictures, through video, through books... it’s something so beautiful with so much potential for joy, and yet, we’re simply stuck, revolving around the same floating fireball year after year, trying to experience some tiny little piece of joy, trying to find something to make us feel something akin to joy... when it’s right at our finger tips. It’s right in front of us, but we just, we aren’t allowed to have it...”

He feels a lump grow in his throat, listening to your words. All he’s thinking of is you—just you. Fuck, he shouldn’t have done this. Any of it. His heart ACHED for you; his body, too.

God he was ridiculous, he was so... he was so wrong for wanting you. For loving you....... Christ, he LOVED you.

“I—I know what you mean. But maybe," His voice gets softer, his heart breaking in half as he speaks.

“Maybe we have to settle for looking. Maybe it’s much too dangerous to touch; to have.” His words are all but mumbled as he looks resolutely up at the ceiling, tears threatening to fall from his tired haze eyes.

You can physically feel your heart fall into your stomach at his words... he knew exactly what you were trying to say, and he rejected you. Plain and simple.

Your body felt like it had just been doused in ice cold water, your lungs were on fire, you were drowning, and you needed to get away. So, as quickly as you could, you pulled away from Brian’s embrace, sitting up on the pallet in the floor, hands moving up to run through your hair as you tried to will away the tears that were about to inevitably fall. You needed to go home, to leave, to get away from Brian.. for good maybe. It was too painful, too emotionally taxing to have this keep going the way it was. You could feel Brian’s concerned gaze on your back, the blankets rustle around him as he sits up, hand on the small of your back.

“I-I should go. I shouldn’t have come tonight, I’m s-sorry Brian this was lovely, but I’m just going to call an Uber and head back home.”

You were standing completely now, your legs shaking under the fabric of your galaxy print pajama pants, ones that you would no doubt toss as soon as you got home.

“You’re right, I-I got too close to touching, and I just need to settle for looking, as painful as it is... I, goodnight Brian”

Turning on your heel, you headed for the door, lurching it open as quickly as you could before disappearing down the abandoned hallway, finally breaking down a few hundred yards from the planetarium. The tears wouldn’t stop, and you didn’t want them too.

Brian is completely frozen, momentarily stunned by your words and actions. He wars with himself in the few seconds after you leave the room. He should let you go, right? He wasn’t good for you; this was wrong. Maybe it would hurt you now, but in the long run, it was what you needed..... fuck, he couldn’t let you go. He didn’t want to. So he scrambles up, rushing out of the doors after you, sock-clad feet slipping a bit on the marble floors in his haste.

“(Y/N)!”

He is both relieved and distraught to find you sitting a few yards down, crying to yourself. He rushes over, falling to his knees beside you, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. Now he’s the one touching…

“(Y/N), please... please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

The simultaneous relief and anguish that you felt upon hearing Brian’s distraught voice calling out to you, the feeling of his hands cupping your face... it was a lot. The shuddering sobs that were coming from your body didn’t subside at his words. Of course he was apologizing, he didn’t do anything wrong! It was all you and your immature naivety that caused this, at least that is all that was running through your head as you steadied your voice, determined to be strong.

“You shouldn’t have come after me, you didn’t need too... you don’t need to explain yourself.”

You jerk my head from his hands, angry at yourself for ever imagining that anything could’ve come from this, disgusted at yourself for allowing yourself to get as involved in this situation as you had.

“You don’t need to tell me to my face that I’m just not right for you, that I’m too young, that you’re married,”

Your goddamn voice broke then, betraying the fact that even though you were trying to put on a brave face, inside you were being torn apart, your very atoms feeling like they were dying with every second that passed.

“That that I’m just too naive and stupid to see that what I was hoping for, dreaming for, it will never happen, because I... I’m not.”

You started crying again, unable to hold back the dam anymore.

“I’m not worthy of you or your time.. I’m just, not.”

He winces when you pull yourself away from him, panic rising up inside him. God, he couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t. He already knew that of course, but now it was hitting him all at once. Just how deeply he felt for you; how he was willing to ruin everything else, if it meant he’d be with you.

“Not worthy of’?”

He huffs out a breathless laugh, shaking his head, frizzy curls bouncing. He tries to touch your face again, wanting to brush away your tears

“(Y/N), I love you.”

His voice doesn’t shake the way he thought it would. Instead, he’s confident. He loves you. He knows that. It feels like a weight has been lifted.

“I love you.”

You let his calloused fingers brush the tears from your eyes, honestly it wasn’t like you had a choice in the matter, your body was completely paralyzed by his words. He loved you? No, he, he had to be lying, there’s no way he’s being serious? No way that someone as incredible as him would love you…

You didn’t have that many self confidence issues, you were just a realist... But, the look in his eyes, the genuine smile on his face, the way his hands delicately cupped your face, fingers rubbing circles on your cheeks, the tears that once fell freely from your eyes, now coating his hands...

He was telling the truth. Holy fuck, he was telling the truth?

You don’t know what exactly comes over you, whether it be the joy you felt at knowing that the man you had loved for months felt the same, or the relief that you weren’t a delusional idiot, but something snapped inside of you, and before you knew what was happening, your arms were around his neck, your lips against his.

He makes a soft noise of surprise when you kiss him, but it takes nearly no time at all before he’s kissing you back, pulling you as close to him as he can get. Fuck, he’s been desperate for this for so long; been lying to himself, saying he didn’t want it. Didn’t NEED it. When you pull away to breathe he lets out a soft, involuntary whine, trying to kiss you again. God, he wanted to kiss you for ages; he hasn’t felt this... this ALIVE in years.

“I love you so much, please don’t, don’t leave…”

He murmurs against your lips, one of his hands moving from your cheek to your side, just wanting to hold you close to him.

The feeling of his lips on yours for the first time is a feeling that you will remember for the rest of my life. His tenderness, the way he holds your waist, pulling you to him, his lips never leaving your own.

Neither one of you is sure how long exactly you sat like that, wrapped together, lips speaking all the words that needed to be said against one another.

After a while, you were in desperate need of air, reluctantly pulling away from him, settling for resting your head against his, rubbing your nose against his. The two of us laughing at the feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere Brian.. I’ll stay right beside me if you’ll have me.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. God, this was actually happening wasn’t it? Brian loved you, and you loved him... but, there was still the issue of his relationship status. You desperately didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you also desperately needed to know what the two of you were going to do. He and Anita had been together for 30 years, married for 20.. you needed confirmation that what I hoped was going happen was going to happen.

“Bri, I, I hate to ask this right now, but you know how I am..”

He chuckled, placing a kiss to your cheek before raising his eyebrows at you to continue. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“What’s going to happen with us? With you and Anita.. I just, I need to know before I get too excited about the possibility of a future with you...”

His face falls a little, and he sighs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours again. God, he hated himself for this. Why did he always do shit like this? Hurt the people he loved.

“Shit, yeah, I know, it’s—I’ve really mucked things up, haven’t I?”

He pulls away a little to look down at you

“I love Anita, but I’m not in love with her. Haven’t been for a while. We’re good friends, and maybe we both know it, but don’t want to admit it.”

He pauses, smiling a little again as he looks at you.

“You make me feel.... like I haven’t felt in years. Or, ever, maybe. I want to be with you. Even if this... even if we don’t make it—being with you now, TRYING this, it’s worth it.”

He’s stuttering out his words nervously, trying to think them through as soon as he says them.

“I’ll end things, with Anita. But I don’t know.... I don’t know what the fallout will be.”

You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as he had done to you all night. This was going to be hard on the both of you, him above all else. The media wasn’t going to be kind to him, Anita certainly wasn’t going to be kind to you…but, it was worth it. All of the fall out, the pain, the suffering that was going to come head first at you... it was going to be worth it.

“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be here to help you pick up the pieces Bri. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

You place a kiss to his forehead, your hands making their way into his curls, smiling when he lets out a pleasure filled whine at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“Whatever the fallout may be, I love you, I’ve loved you for months... and, I know a good thing when I see it, and I’m not about to let this good thing go love.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled up in the planetarium, placing innocent little kisses all over one another’s faces, just reveling in the time that the two of you were able to spend together alone. But, all good things must come to an end, and at approximately 5am, a janitor knocked on the planetarium door, informing Bri and you that it was time to pack up and leave. Reluctantly, the two of you left, Brian carrying the blankets and pillows while you opened the car up, smiles still plastered onto your faces. While Brian drove you home, his hand was holding your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin, before he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a small kiss to the skin. You couldn’t help but smile at him, your head falling over onto his shoulder as he parked in front of your flat. Neither one of you wanted to part ways, but you both knew that there were certain things that needed to be taken care of before the two of you could be together in the way you both wanted, so, reluctantly, Brian placed one final kiss to your lips before you opened the door to his car and disappearing into your flat.

The next day, Brian comes into Save Me much later than he was supposed to, apologizing to Anne. He looks a frazzled mess, which he kind of was. He’d told Anita last night—that he wanted a divorce. She hadn’t taken it super well. It wasn’t exactly that she was IN LOVE with him—it was that she’d immediately zeroed in on his careful words and attitude. She knew, somehow. She knew he’d found someone else. He wasn’t sure if Anita knew it was (Y/N), but she knew it was someone. So they’d spent the night arguing and throwing insults and crying and then finally trying to have an actual conversation about what the separation would look like. It felt... bad. He knew it was the right decision, but it still wasn’t fun. It still hurt both of them. It was 30 years of their lives. Sighing, he stepped into “his” office, slumping down in his chair and putting his head in his hands/

The snow had started to come down quite hard by the time you headed to the office. Your days were shorter during this merger at work, so you arrived at 7:30, and were heading home by 11:45. It was honesty a much needed relief from the stress of everything else going on in your life, Kelly, your boss, had noticed how much time you’d been spending at work over the past few days, and insisted that you start taking half days, that you needed to stop doing the work of the paralegals. You laughed at her and agreed to start leaving early. This also gave you the ability to spend more time at Save Me. You’d missed the work you did there, and that’s where you were heading now.

Brian and you hadn’t seen one another the day before after he’d dropped you off, agreeing that he needed to tell Anita about wanting a divorce. When he hadn’t called you last night, you figured it wasn’t going too well. You knew that no matter what happened with Anita, he and you would end up together, but you knew that it was going to be hard on him. This was a 30 year relationship that was just going to be.. over. Sighing, you stepped into the bakery a few blocks from the Save Me office, ordering Brian’s favorite pastries, and picking up a chocolate croissant for Anne. That woman was an absolute saint, and she deserved it.

A few moments later you pulled the doors to the office open, stepping inside, letting out a groan at how incredible the heat felt around your freezing body. Anne greeted you, a small grimace on her face, you handed her the croissant, questioning her as to what was wrong. She only sighed and pointed to Brian’s office, an eyebrow raised.

Anne was too smart for her own good, she knew exactly what was going on between Brian and you, she had been the first person to know about your feelings for him. You nodded, taking a strawberry and cheese danish from the box and taking a bite from it as you knocked on Brian’s door, smiling a little when you heard his sweet voice tell me to come in.

You opened the door, danish hanging from your mouth, eyes dropping sadly as you saw the state he was in. His head was in his hands, his curls disheveled. You could tell he hadn’t slept much if any at all. Taking another bite of the danish quickly, you placed it back in the box and moving over to Brian. Placing your hand on his back, you crouch down beside his chair

“Bri, love what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Brian quickly pulls his head from his hands when he realizes it was you, hoping his eyes didn’t look rimmed red with tears.

He hadn’t wanted you to see him like this, he hadn’t even known you’d be coming in today.

“Oh, (Y/N), hello, love.”

He forces a smile, reaching out to take one of your hands in his.

“I-I’m alright, darling. Or, I will be… Just had a rough night is all; didn’t exactly sleep.” Brian sighs, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles gently.

“ It’s really good to see you.”

Brian’s eyes were red, dark circles around the edges. He’d definitely told Anita then. You raised his hands to your lips, placing a kiss to his palm. You hated seeing him like this. Even though you both knew that he wasn’t in love with Anita anymore, that he didn’t want to be married to her anymore... it was still going to be hard on him.

“Oh darling, you told her then?”

You stood up when he nodded, standing between his legs, wrapping your arms around him, pulling his face to your stomach. He started shaking, his warm tears soaking through the silk. Leaning down you placed a kiss to his head, tightening your grip on him.

“It’s okay Bri, let it out.”

As soon as you gave him permission to, he started crying in earnest, pushing his face into your stomach and holding onto you tightly. It was just... upsetting. Knowing he’d let this happen again, that he’d continued to hurt people he loved, that he and Anita’s relationship, which was quite good as a friendship now, might be ruined. And he HATED conflict. Maybe when he was younger he’d get fired up and argue with people easily. And he still did so occasionally, but not usually in his personal relationships. He sniffled, shoulders shaking a little

“I—I’m sorry, I—it’s just.... it’s hard.”

He finally pulls himself away, trying to get himself together, embarrassed at his own stupidity. He didn’t deserve to be upset, he’d done this to himself.

“I love you. And I know this is worth it. Just... in the moment... it hurts. For everyone.”

Your heart was breaking for Brian, the way he sniffled and just seemed so broken.

You couldn’t help but feel like it was partially your fault. You knew it wasn’t, that Brian and you had made this decision together, that this was a long time coming between him and Anita... but, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

You moved my hands from his hair down to brush the remaining tears from his eyes.

“I know love, and I’m so fucking sorry that you’re hurting like this. You’ve not done anything wrong, you can’t control what your heart wants anymore than I can control mine.. I’m here for you, you know that. I told you in the floor of that damn museum two days ago.” The two of you chuckle, your heart smiling to know that you’d managed to raise his spirits even slightly. Leaning down, you kiss him, moving your lips in time with the fingers on his cheeks. He sighs into the kiss, arms wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you into his lap. Squeaking out a giggle at the sudden change, your legs move to rest around him. You were so caught up in one another, Brian smiling and placing kisses to your neck, hands tickling your sides, that the two of you hadn’t heard the door open. Only realizing someone was there when they cleared their throat. Your eyes went wide as you looked at Brian, both of you turning to the door, only to see a rather unimpressed Anita standing in the doorway.

Brian’s face colors as soon as he sees his wife’s face, his whole body tensing.

“A-Anita, hi. Uh... what.... what are you doing here?”

Wincing at his words, he rubs a tired hand over his face. He stands after you get out of his lap, looking sheepish.

“Hey, how can I—what do you need?”

You quickly clamored out of Brian’s lap, your face absolutely blood red with embarrassment and pure fear.

Anita had never exactly liked you, when Brian would bring you to their home for dinner or to work on a project for the charity, Anita would be cordial, telling you hello, and then immediately disappear to another room of the house, shutting herself off for the rest of the night. And now, she’s just managed to walk in on her soon to be ex husband and you, you in his lap, his lips on your neck, hands all over your body. Fuck wasn’t a bad enough word for the issue at hand.

Brian was trying desperately to handle the situation, clearing his throat and asking what she wanted.

You were stood at the side of Bri’s desk, your hands over your mouth in a silent prayer for this hell to end.

Anita stares at you, her eyes hard and angry. She’d known that the reason Brian was wanting a divorce was because of another woman as soon as he’d asked the night before, and she’d had her suspicions that it was you. But, she’d come to the offices in an attempt to get Brian to change his mind, no she wasn’t in love with him anymore, but they were comfortable, and they were in the 70s for crying out loud! She couldn’t just start over. He’d had his flings in the past, had confessed them to her, and every time he did so, he always came back to her... not this time though it seemed. Before Anita could speak up, you did, desperate to leave the situation to the two.

“Um, I’m just going to go.. uh. Got some stuff to do at home.”

You attempted to subtly drop the hint to Brian that you would be heading home after you left, hoping he’d understand and come find you in your flat after he was finished here. Grabbing your purse from the side of the desk, you squeeze Brian’s hand, nodding your head in encouragement as you passed him. You ducked your head as you walked passed Anita, saying excuse me and all but running from the room.

Anne was still sat at the reception desk, her eyebrows raised in question. You just shook your head and coughed. “Uh, I’m gonna head on out, just, uh, if anything happens, ambulances need to be called, just ring me yeah?”

She coughed out a laugh, waving goodbye as you left. God, this was going to be a long wait.

Brian sighs, letting his gaze drop to the floor. He wants to retreat with you, but he knows he can’t. So he closes the door behind you, wanting to spare Anne from whatever carnage was about to happen.

He basically just stands and lets Anita scream at him, he knew it was what he deserved. He doesn’t try to defend himself, just tells her the truth: their relationship had been souring for years, maybe even before they got married. That he loved her, but not in a romantic way. That the two of you hadn’t been going behind her back the whole time—that it was a very recent development, but that his love for you wasn’t. That you made him feel like he never had before. And, of course, that he was sorry for how he’d hurt her. How he wanted the divorce to be as painless as possible—he’d give her nearly anything she wanted, everything that was hers. Brian wasn’t trying to fight with her. He took all her harsh words and her tears, accepting it when she said it was his fault, that he could never keep it in his pants, that he couldn’t be faithful. He just.... took it.

It’d been 3 hours since you left Save Me, and Anne had been texting you regular updates on what was going on. Her last text came through around 15 minutes ago saying that Anita had stormed out after saying her lawyer would be in touch, and they Brian needed to look for a new place to live. You sighed, moving to the kitchen to start cooking.

Cooking was always therapeutic for you, and this was a situation that desperately called for therapy. Knowing that Brian would be dropping in at any moment, in desperate need of love and attention. Pulling all of necessary ingredients for his favorite broccoli and mushroom pasta from the fridge and cabinets, you set to work.

God this really was a fucking mess wasn’t it? I mean, you really genuinely didn’t care about the fallout for anyone except for Brian and you, and you guessed that made you a horrible person? But, you love him, he loves you, and it might be your naivety, but to you that’s all that mattered to you. Yes, you would have to deal with the press, your friends, your families... but, as long as you were by one another’s sides, you knew the two of you would be fine.

After a while, the pasta was boiling and the vodka sauce was made, broccoli and mushrooms sautéing in the pan, and you were nursing your 3rd glass of moscato and apple juice when the door buzzed. Tipsy, you stumbled your way down the hall, a wide smile on your face as you swung the door open to see Brian standing there.

“Bri! Oh god I’m so glad you’re here I missed you!”

Okay, so you might’ve been little more than tipsy, but honestly, could anyone blame you? You threw your arms around Brian, kissing his neck as you dragged him into the flat. He’d looked rather upset when you had opened the door, perking up slightly when he saw you and your intoxicated state. Stumbling your way to the stove, you shut every eye off, and somehow managed to mix everything together, all the while Brian leaned against the counter, staring at you with a grin on his face, arms crossed.

“What are you looking at love? Never seen a girl making pasta before?”

He certainly feels lower than low, but seeing you helps him perk up just a little bit. He watches you, slightly amused, and just a tad worried.

“Just surprised you haven’t burned the whole flat down, love.” He crosses the small kitchen, taking your wine glass in his hand and smelling it.

“What’s in here anyway?” It smells sickly sweet, and he grimaces when he takes a sip

“Good god, (Y/N), that’s vile.” He’s laughing, teasing you, trying not to bring you down any more than you must already be. Brian smiles at the dirty look you give him, and he comes up behind you, peering over your shoulder.

“What type of pasta are you making?”

You pout a bit at his disregard of my creation, it was good goddamnit... but your heart warms a little feeling his arms wrap around your waist, smiling as he puts his chin on your shoulder. You can’t help but smile, placing your free hand on his, squeezing a bit.

“Well, I’m making your favorite. Broccoli and mushroom with vodka sauce and burrata with flatbread.”

You finish mixing the pasta together, taking the flatbread out of the oven, stumbling and giggling as I do so. You then attempt to plate the food, but Brian beats you to it, laughing as he takes the plates and serving spoons from you.

You pout at him, you could do it myself, although... sober you was saying you couldn’t. He looks so cute as he scoops out perfect little portions onto our plates, his tongue sticking out just slightly. ‘Goddamnit I’m so in love with him’ is all you can think as you lean against the counter, wine glass in hand.

“Brian, love.”

He turns to face you rather quickly, concern on his face, a serving spoon in his hand.

“I love you, like, I love you so much it physically hurts me to even think about how much I love you. And, like, I know that you feel like utter horseshit right now, but, I just, goddamnit I love you so much it’s like my own heart doesn’t even belong to me anymore? And I am fine with that! I want you to have it ya know, like, god. I just…” God you were fucking smashed.

“I love you man.”

Brian smiles at you, looking you over. “I love you, too, (Y/N), dear. Maybe we should... postpone dinner? And take a nap?”

He is a bit concerned about your level of intoxication. Just doesn’t want you to.. fall over, or hurt yourself. Or puke. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this drunk before. It’s both amusing and a bit worrying

“We can rest, if you want.”

You were confused by his words, brain fuzzy as the room started spinning slightly.

“N-no! No no, no Bri I want to eat with you, I wanna make you feel better, I wanna make up for what I did.”

You place your wine glass in the sink, stumbling over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, slumping into his chest. You feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that you are far drunker than you’ve been in a long while. You didn’t mean to do this, but... you deserved it.

“I wanna make you feel good, I want you to eat your favorite food, and watch bake off, and forget the fact that I’ve just ruined your life...”

His heart sinks at your words and he sighs, wrapping you in his arms.

“(Y/N), love, you haven’t ruined my life. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

His heart is breaking, seeing the state you’re in. Having turned off all the kitchen appliances, he begins to lead you towards your bedroom, leaving the pasta abandoned in their bowls on the counter.

“Just being with you makes me feel better, darling. You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

Brian makes you sit on your bed when you get there, holding your face in his hands.

“You’ve nothing to feel bad about.”

You were fully out of it by the time Brian sat you on the bed, head lolling to the side before his hands took it between them, holding it still. You understood his words,and knew he was right, but your brain just wasn’t letting them sink in. You blinked a few times, sticking out your lips, they felt so weird, all tingly.

“Are you sure? I just don’t want you to be making a mistake because I plan on marrying and having little curly haired babies with you Doctor Mayyyyyyy..”

Brian’s heart clenches in his chest, butterflies erupting in his stomach at your words. But still, he doesn’t want to believe them, because—well, you were wasted. So he smiles and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, I’m sure, (Y/N). I’m not making a mistake, I promise.” He pulls away a little, though still holding you.

“Let’s get you into bed, hmm? A nice nap will be good, won’t it? And dinner will be waiting when you wake up.”

You smile sleepily, a nap does sound pretty good, and nod at Brian.

“Okay, but you have to go and make me some triple chocolate brownies for when I wake up okay? Oh, and please w-wake me up in 1 hour... or whenever they’re done okay?”

He nods, chuckling as he tucks you into bed. He places a soft kiss to your forehead before heading towards the door. A sudden thought pops to your head before you can fall completely asleep, sending you rocketing up in the bed

“Oh! Brian, also, Anne told me you have no home now so you should just move in with me m’Kay? Wake me up when the brownies are done.” You’re asleep by the time your head hits the pillow, not knowing exactly what you’d just told Brian.

His mind is kind of spinning with all the things you’ve confessed to him, but he tries not to dwell on them. He’s been friends with Roger long enough to know not to trust the things people say when they’re drunk. He tucks you in carefully before dropping a kiss to your hair. When he goes back into the kitchen he putters about, putting the pasta in some Tupperware and cleaning the dishes. It’s a bit slow going, as he didn’t exactly know his way around your flat, but he made it work. Soon enough he was done. He didn’t have anywhere to go—not that he’d leave anyway—so he does as you suggested. Brownies DID sound good, and it was something he knew how to make. So he makes them, cleaning more of the dishes and the kitchen as he waits for them to bake. All together, he lets you sleep for two hours before going in to check on you, a glass of water and bottle of Panadol in his hands.

Your head wasn’t pounding as terribly as it could’ve been when you woke up. Four glasses of moscato and apple juice definitely wasn’t a good idea, but hey, what’s a girl gonna do. Rolling over in the bed, your hair a knotty mess, you spot Brian standing in the doorway, a glass of water and bottle of pain pills.

His hair was illuminated by the kitchen light, casting a halo around his white curls. He looked as angelic as he made you feel. You cringed hard at your internal monologue. God he was making you such a little baby, and you loved it. Smiling at him, you stretch your arms widely, a small moan erupting from your throat as you did so.

Brian smiled at you as he saw that you were awake, making his way over to you and handing you the pills and water, you thanked him and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that love, I normally don’t get that drunk on a Friday night, or any night for that matter...”

You trailed off, sheepish smile on your face. You remembered every single thing you’d told Brian earlier, and you meant them too... but, you didn’t know exactly how well he was going to take it. You’d just told the man who is literally getting a DIVORCE that you wanted to MARRY HIM and have his babies... like, really? You should probably rename that drink Dumb Bitch Juice tbh, because that’s what your ass was drinking obviously.

Sighing, you got up out of the bed, popping your joints as you went.

“Cmon babe, I smell brownies and I need some chocolate in my body after that nonsense…”

The two of you made your way into the kitchen where Brian cut you a brownie, and topped it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, sticking his finger in it to rub a bit on your nose much to my annoyance.

“Hey! Watch it mister or I won’t let you marry me.. over here wasting ice cr-“

You immediately cut yourself off, realizing what you’d just said, stone cold sober.

Brian only smiled, watching your expression. He’s silent as he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose and getting the ice cream off in the process.

“Well I certainly wouldn’t want that. I promise not to waste anymore ice cream.”

You seemed a bit embarrassed. He didn’t want to force you to talk about it or anything, but he was trying to let you know that he liked what you’d said—that he also wanted what you wanted. Maybe it was a bit fast to be talking that way, but he didn’t care. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You were special. He knew he sounded crazy saying that, but it was true. He cut himself a brownie with ice cream, and groans when he tastes it.

“Fuck, that’s actually quite good. I wasn’t sure how they’d turn out. I should thank drunk (Y/N) for the idea.”

He winks at you, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

His little moan at the taste of the brownie almost had you on the floor. You did the same thing, taking a large bite of the brownie, understanding just why Brian was moaning.

“Oh my god Brian, we definitely need to thank drunk me more often.”

You laughed into the spoon, Brian joining you happily. You sat there for a good while, laughing at one another, eating brownies, and just enjoying the company. Once you were finished Brian moved around the counter, taking your bowl, kissing your head as he passed, heading to the sink. You watched as he washed the dishes, a smile on your face.

He was unreal. He’d taken care of your drunk ass after having a massive fight with the woman he was divorcing for you, cleaned up the dinner that you’d cooked, cleaned your kitchen and your whole flat, cooked you brownies.. fuck it, you don’t care if it’s too early to say these things.

“Brian...”

You’re resting your head in your palms, gazing at him, heart eyes all the way. He stopped scrubbing the bowl, eyebrows raised in your direction. You simply smiled at him.

“I meant what I said earlier, when I was drunk.”

He dropped the bowl in the sink, water splashing all over him. You hissed and moved over to him, knowing the hot water must’ve hurt. You then helped him strip off his shirt, using a tea cloth to dry his stomach.

“Shit Bri, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that, I just-“ You sighed, leaning against the counter.

“I really love you Brian, and I know that it’s probably the last thing you want to think about right now but, some day, one day, I want to be your wife...”

He’s embarrassed about his reaction; he was just... excited. Surprised, but happy that you truly felt that way about him. It stepped a bit towards where you were leaning against the counter, his voice a bit shaky. Obviously nervous, but it still gives you a smile

“No, I’m—I’m glad you said it. I wouldn’t have been brave enough.”

Brian is trying to ignore the fact that he was shirtless in front of you, self conscious, so he plows on with his stuttering words, grasping to whatever confidence he had left.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). And I—I do want that. To marry you, I mean. I’ve, uh—I’ve wanted it for months, but I just... pushed it away. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But, maybe this is how things were always supposed to go between us.” He sighs, feeling like he’s mucking everything up

“I just—I want to make you happy. I want to take care of you, and wake up to you, and...” He laughs a little.

“Maybe even make drunk you brownies.”

There were tears running freely down your cheeks now, Brian’s words touching a place in your soul that you didn’t know existed. Moving forward, you placed a hand on his cheek, body shaking slightly.

”I’d always imagined it would be like to find someone who I loved more than I loved myself, more than I loved anything on this planet. What it would be like to find someone who loved me like that in return, someone willing to sacrifice their happiness just to see me smile... and I never thought I would find it… And then I met you Bri.” You were fully crying now, a happy dopey smile on your face

“You make me... you make me feel like I’ve always known I deserve to feel, and I just hope that I can make you as happy as you make me.”

Brian is absolutely beaming at your words, reaching his hand up to cover the one you had placed on his cheek “You do make me happy, (Y/N). Unbelievably so. Ever since I met you—you’ve just been such a bright light in my life when I needed it most. Even when I hadn’t developed my feelings for you—when we were basically strangers—you were constantly caring for me and Investing in me and bringing such joy. You still do, every day.” He reaches both his hands out to brush away your tears “Don’t cry, love.” He knows they’re happy tears, and he has some of his own shining in his hazel eyes. He hesitates for a second before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss, being soft and gentle.

The kiss that he placed on your lips was the gentlest kiss you’d ever had, the purest display of love anyone could ever ask for. You held your hands over his own, returning the kiss with the same amount of love he had put in it. You were still crying, your salty tears making their way to your lips, the taste pulling us apart. You stared up at Brian, a ridiculously happy smile on your face, cheeks almost splitting with the force of it.

“They’re happy tears Bri, the only tears you could ever make me cry are happy tears..”

You wrapped your arms around his middle, his skin cold from the air in your kitchen as you placed your head to his naked chest as his hands went to your hair, his lips to your head. My blood was pumping a little faster now, the feeling of him shirtless beneath your face was sending a warm heat between your thighs, and to your cheeks. You and Brian honestly hadn’t gone any further than deep kisses and over the clothes groping, and we were both completely okay with that. You didn’t want to rush into anything physical, wanting your relationship to be built on an even stronger foundation than it already was. But standing here in your kitchen, your hands moving down his naked back, lips placing open mouthed kisses to his chest... you needed him, needed to make him feel good, as good as he made you feel.

So, before your logical mind could stop be, you dropped to your knees in front of him, falling into the plush rug in front of the sink. Your eyes never left his as you undid his belt, his zipper, or his button, and he never stopped you, only cupped your cheek rubbing circles over it with his thumb, his own eyes wide but understanding. You sighed out a shaky breath as you pulled his jeans all the way down, his underwear soon following to gather in a puddle at his ankles.

His cock was beautiful, and you meant that. He was already half hard from just the anticipation of what you were about to do, so when you danced feather light fingers over the head, it rose to full attention, Brian throwing his head back at the feeling You wrapped your hand around his cock completely, squeezing and kissing, and placing little kitten licks to his sensitive head, teasing him within an inch of his life.

“You like that Brian? You like being teased like a good pretty boy?”

Brian is trembling a little in anticipation, his eyes wide. Anita hadn’t done this for him in years—and she’d NEVER spoken to him like THAT. He feels himself getting a little weak in the knees already. His hips twitching into your touch a little bit, despite trying to get them not to. He nods in response to your words, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. ‘A good pretty boy?’ He was none of those things. Why was he responding in this way?

“Y-Yes, I... It feels good, (Y/N)..”

He pushes a hand into your hair, just resting there, not pushing or pulling.

You can tell it’s been a while for Brian, whether since a blow job or being touched intimately at all. The way his hand rests in your hair, a way to ground him to reality as you lick your way up and down his cock.

“You’re such a good boy Brian, so pretty, and all mine.”

You had had a sneaking suspicion about Brian’s proclivities for a while, just based off of your interactions even before the two of you were together. Anytime you would give him a compliment, he would blush and stutter, and squirm in his seat. One time you’d called him good boy as a joke and you were willing to swear on a grave that he had rutted against his jeans.

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his ass, fingers digging into the soft skin, pulling him closer to you as you took his length down your throat, hollowing out your cheeks as you did so. Brian’s knees would have buckled had it not been for his grip on your hair and the counter, coupled with your grip on his ass. He was a moaning mess, strangled cries of your name falling from his lips every time you swirled your tongue around his cock, or took it a few inches further down the back of your throat. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you moved one hand from his ass to his balls, gently squeezing them, knowing that he was close and needed his relief fast or he would cry. You pulled off of his cock, your other hand moving to grasp his throbbing cock, moving up and down in time with your squeezing on his balls. He was almost crying, his eyes clenched shut as his legs shook. He was waiting for permission, and who were you to deny him that pleasure.

“Cum for me Brian, I want you to cum down my throat for me okay baby? Can you be a good boy and cum down mommy’s throat?”

He cries out, knees nearly giving out when you squeeze his balls. His hand tightens desperately in your hair, your name falling from his lips as if in prayer.

“Please, p-please, I-I,” Brian moans at your words, nodding his head quickly.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll cum for you, Mommy, just, please—"

He is shocked at the words falling from his lips but couldn’t care less, not with how good he was feeling. The second you take him down your throat against he’s cumming hard, a sob being ripped out of him. He’s trying not to thrust wildly into your mouth—trying to be a gentleman—but it’s like his hips are moving on their own.

“Oh fuck, fuck, M-Mommy, (Y/N), fuck!” He can barely think straight, it is almost like his brain is fried. You take every single drop of Brian’s cum down your throat, moaning at the warm feeling and the surprisingly sweet and salty taste. Only when you pull away, placing soft kisses to his thighs and helping him step out of his pants and trousers completely, do you realize what you’ve said to him. Blushing profusely as you place soft kisses to his neck and face, gently guiding him back to your bedroom, lying him on the bed in an attempt to help his shaking limbs. Lying down beside him, you sit up slightly, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your chest. It’s silent for a while except for the occasional shudder from Brian’s mouth, or the sound of your kisses to his head, the perfect time for you to bring up your heat of the moment words.

“Brian, um, I hope you’re not weirded out by what I said back there, calling you those names, calling myself mommy... I don’t know what came over me, it just, if you hate it, I’ll never do it again okay?”

Brian huffs out a shaky laugh, eyes closed as he continues to recover.

“No, no, they were uh.... good. I liked it.” He blushes, pushing his face closer into your chest

“I liked it a lot. I’ve never, ah, had those things said to me before.” He is quiet, hand rubbing up and down your back. Then, slowly, it migrates to your side, then your hip, his thumb brushing over the inner crease of your thigh.

“Do you want—? I mean, I could…” He cuts himself off, sighing, annoyed at his awkwardness.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this in... a long time.”

You sighed out a moan at the feeling of his hands moving over your body, running your hands through his hair, his hands were shaking as he caressed your thigh. He was nervous, and you could tell, so you smiled into his hair, grabbing the hand working it’s way along your thighs.

“No Bri, it’s okay, I’m okay. I wanted to make you feel good, you don’t have to take care of me.”

You meant it, you only wanted him to feel good. He had other plans though, shakily chuckling at your words as he placed open mouthed kisses to your neck, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers sliding past the band of your underwear. You were breathing heavily now, out of shock, out of pleasure…

“God, Bri, you-you don’t ha-have to! OH!”

Brian gently pushes you back into the mattress, stretching his body over you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and collarbones. His long fingers slip between your folds, teasing your clit. He groans at the feeling

“God, you’re so wet.”

It’s something he hasn’t felt in years, and he looks up at you, eyes darker than before. He’s suddenly desperate to feel more of you, to make you feel good. He wants to hear his name on your lips in ways he hasn’t heard before. So he pulls back to tug your jeans and underwear down your legs—checking first of course for your nod of permission. His tongue sweeps out over his bottom lip at the sight of you, but he forces himself to chill out just a little bit. After all, you both had time to explore one another later. He does, however, drop a soft kiss to your stomach before arching back over you again

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N).”

His voice is reverent. He watches your face as he brings his fingers back to your pussy, teasing you a little more before pressing one long finger inside of you, arching it up. He smiles when you moan, happy that he’s pleasing you

“Feel good?”

Brian’s fingers were even more magical inside of you than they were when they worked the neck of the red special. You let out a strangled moan as he curved the his long finger, pressing against your inner walls.

“Oh! G-god Brian, you feel so good, you m-make me f-feel so good baby boy.”

You brought my hands up to the back of his head, bringing it down to rest on your own.

Your words seemed to egg him on, adding a second and third finger inside of you, his thumb at your clit as he hammered in and out... You couldn’t control the moans and noises that were coming from your mouth. Brian was making you feel things you’d never felt, nobody had ever made you feel this way emotionally or sexually.

You could feel the coil starting to build inside of your lower abdomen, legs shaking, hands tightening in his curls “Brian, fuck, y-ou, fuck I love you so much Brian, I lov-“

The coil finally snapped as he moved his fingers in a come hither motion, your back arching off the bed, Brian’s free hand moving to hold your hips still, and your pussy to his lips.

You pressed your lips to his to quiet your moans, Brian swallowing the near screams into his mouth. Your pussy clenched hard around his fingers, trapping them inside of you as you spasmed. You finally came down from your high as Brian carefully laid you down on the bed once again, his lips moving gently over your’s, free hand caressing your face. He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, making you moan at the sheer eroticism of the sight. Smirking at you, he fell onto the bed beside you. Curling into his side, you tried to control your breaths, trying to make them less intense.

“Bri.... I... I’ve wanted you to do that to me since I was like 14, oh my god...”

Brian is breathless as he feels you cum around his fingers, and he honestly doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so beautiful before. God, and the way you tasted? Fuck, he wanted to drop to his knees right there and absolutely worship you with his mouth. He knew he used to be pretty good at it; although, his fingers were always his best attribute. Or, so he’d heard, back in the day.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

Lying next to you, Brian curls up beside you, rubbing your back. He laughs at your words, eyebrows arching high into his hair.

“14, huh? That’s...... flattering? He gives you a quick kiss, looking down at you.

“Was it worth the wait?” Rolling your eyes at Brian’s teasing, you playfully swat at his chest as you stripped off your shirt and bra, not wanting to sleep so constricted

“Haha Bri... laugh all you want.” You smiled as you lied down beside him again, this time wrapping your arms around him, head resting on his chest It was quiet for a bit, the two of you just enjoying the another’s company, your bodies enjoying one another’s warmth.

You thought back to Anne’s message from earlier, thought back to what drunk you had told Brian. He needed a place to stay.

“Bri, I also meant what I said about you staying with me..”

Feeling him look down at you, you kept my head pressed firmly into his chest, placing a kiss to the hair covered skin

“You’re welcome here as long as you want, I mean, you can move in permanently if you want, I don’t care... I just want you to be happy and safe, and I won’t be opposed to falling asleep in your arms every night”

Brian teared up a little at your words, happiness and love flooding his system as he clung to you tighter, his lips finding your own. “As long as you don’t mind me moving in a wardrobe full of clothes that haven’t fit me since before Clinton was president… I think I’ll take you up on the offer.” You simply laughed sleepily, yawning into Brian’s neck. The older man smiled down at you, reaching down to gather the covers and throw them over the two of you. “Get some sleep (Y/N), I’ll be here when you wake up.” And he was there when you woke up the next morning, and the next, and the next…

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