Title: "Give Me A Lift"
Author: dash_x_marshall
Rating: Lust & Lunacy
Pairing: Bri/Stef
Summary: An in-progress fic...  Bri & Stef  share a hotel room, Bri wants sex real bad, but it's not coming his way all that soon...  Stef is alternately affectionate & pissed...  When Bri isn't having a war of words with his inner self, he's busy vomiting...  And, of course, Steve drops in to disrupt the evening...  Fantasies & solo action are all poor Bri can get...  Will Bri ever get what he wants?  You'll have to read and see!
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Give Me A Lift

    Brian and Stefan walked out of the hot sun, and into the blessed cool of the lobby.  Brian wiped beads sweat from his forehead.  He couldn't believe how warm it was in this country.
    The two of them headed over to the front desk, and began the process of checking in.  Because of booking difficulties, they would be sharing a room; while Steve and virtually everyone else were at another hotel.
    After acquiring the keys to their room, they headed for the elevators.  They stepped into the first elevator which presented itself.  Stef pressed the button for the sixth floor, and the doors slowly closed themselves.
    "So," Stef said, as the elevator began its ascent.  "We've got the rest of the day to kill...  What da ya wanna do?"
    "Take a cold shower...  Maybe..." Brian muttered in reply.  He was beginning to feel like he might be suffering from heat stroke.
    As soon as Stef had the door to their room open, Brian stumbled in.  He did a quick sweep of the room, and located the thermostat.  He immediately adjusted it to its lowest setting.  Dropping to his knees, Brian pressed his face against the vent; letting the cold air soothe his burning skin.
    Stef looked down at the smaller man, with an uncertain expression on his face.  He wasn't sure whether Brian was really over heated, or simply being his normal drama-princess self.  He decided an inquiry was in order.
    "Bri...?" Stef said, bending down slightly.  "Are you feeling okay?"
    There was no response.
    "Brian?" Stef said, raising his voice.
    "Fine..." Brian muttered, his eyes closed.
    Stef sat on the nearest bed, and began wondering if he should try and call Steve.  A sudden sound caused him to look back at the air conditioner.  Brian now lay sprawled on the floor, apparently unconscious.
    "Shit!" Stef spat, and jumped off the bed.  He knelt beside Brian, and placed a hand on the smaller man's chest.  "Brian?" Stef hissed urgently.  "Are you alright?!"
    Brian suddenly smiled, and opened his eyes.  "Aww...  You're so sweet to worry about little old me..."
    For a split second, Stef simply gaped at him.
    "Fuck you, Brian!" Stef shouted, moving back to the bed.
    "I'm ready whenever you are..." Brian replied.
    "I thought there was something seriously wrong with you." Stef said, angrily.  "Haven't you ever heard that old story about 'the boy who cried wolf'?"
    The only reply Brian made was to stick his tongue out at Stef.
    "So, as a matter of interest..." Brian began, after they had sat in silence for a few minutes.  "What are we going to do for the balance of the day?"
    "Well, we could always scare the shit out of our friends, by pretending to be seriously ill..." Stef said, coldly.  "But -oh, wait!- we've already done that..."
    Brian rolled his eyes.  "Oh, just let it go!"
    Stef remained lying on the bed, in a stony silence.
    As the silence lengthened, Brian fidgeted.  Finally, he crawled over to the bed, and knelt beside it.
    "I'm sorry." Brian said, in a tone which made it clear that the only thing he was sorry about was Stef's unfavorable reaction.  "Forgive me?" Brian added, flashing big, soulful, eyes at Stef.
    Stef remained silent, his eyes focused on the ceiling.
    "Pretty please..." Brian said sweetly, crawling onto the bed beside Stef.  Brian's hands began to slide up the taller man's legs.  "I'll make it up to you..." Brian continued, as his hands gripped Stefan's belt.
    "I'm not in the mood, Bri..." Stef muttered.
    "I bet I can get you in the mood..." Brian said, rubbing Stef's crotch.
    "Just leave it, Brian." Stef said, annoyed.
    Brian ignored the suggestion, and began unzipping Stef's pants.
    "Get off me!" Stef shouted, now quite angry.
    Brian continued his efforts, and Stef grabbed the smaller man's wrists.  They grappled with each other for several moments.  Brian proved to be rather strong, despite his small size.  Finally, Stef lifted Brian into the air, and hauled him over to the other bed.
    Brian's eyes lit up with excitement.  He was grinning from ear to ear, as Stef slammed him onto the bed and held his wrists together above his head.  Brian closed his eyes, anticipating Stef's next move.  But suddenly his wrists were released, and he heard Stef moving away.
    Brian's eyes snapped open, just in time to see Stef flop down on his own bed.
    "What the fuck?" Brian said, staring at the other man in disbelief.
    "I told you I wasn't in the mood." Stef said, flatly.
    Brian's mouth moved without generating sound for a moment.
    "Fine!" Brian shouted.  He got up from the bed, and stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
    *What the fuck's wrong with him?* Brian thought, looking at himself in the mirror.  *I'm gorgeous.  How could he not want me?*
    [Because you're not man enough for him.] Another voice answered, from somewhere at the back of his mind.
    *Not man enough?* Brian thought, glancing down towards his crotch.  *Last time I checked, I had all the qualifications...*
    [You know what I mean.] The other voice replied.  [Stef doesn't go for effeminate twats like you.] It went on, cruelly.  [He needs a real man.  A man with muscles, with a deep voice...  A big guy, in all senses of the word...  And let's face it, sweetie, the only thing big about you is your ego.]
    *Fuck you!* Brian shot back at the voice.  *What do you know about it, anyway?*
    [I know exactly what you know...] The voice whispered, as it faded away.
    Brian stared into the mirror for a few minutes, going over various things in his mind.  Eventually, however, he returned to reality, and began stripping out of his clothes.  Once naked, he inspected his reflection again.
    *Perfect, as always.* Brian told himself, though he didn't believe it.
    He turned on the water, adjusting it to a slightly warm setting.  When he was satisfied with how it felt, he turned on the shower, and stepped into the tub.
    After allowing the water to cascade over him, wetting his entire body, he began scrubbing away at his skin.  Before long, of course, both his hands were concentrating their efforts on one particular area.
    *Mustn't forget the real reason for being here...* Brian reminded himself.
    His hands gently stroked his growing erection.  With the small bar of soap still clutched in one hand, it didn't take long for him to work up a thick lather.
    As the fingers of one hand teased the head of his cock, the other hand reached down to caress his balls.  Brian's breathing sped up, and after a few moments he had to lean against the tiled wall in order to support himself.
    *Damn, I'm good...* He thought.
    Within minutes, his hand was moving up and down his shaft at a frenzied rate.  He tossed the bar of soap aside, and moved his crotch into the path of the shower, allowing it to rinse away the suds.  Brian began moaning in pleasure, quite enjoying the slight sting of the needle spray against his sensitive flesh.
    As the moment of climax approached, Brian's hand moved ever faster.  He sank to his knees, the strain of his efforts making him weak.  Then the moment arrived.  Brian let out a high pitched squeal of ecstasy.  He quickly placed a hand over the head of his cock, catching the freshly released spunk.  A moment later, he slumped against the wall, totally drained.
    *A well deserved reward...* He thought, as he licked his hand clean.
    He was so exhausted, he opted to wash his hair sitting down, rather than try to stand on his shaky legs.  When he had finished cleaning himself up, he switched off the shower, and exited the tub.  He grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around himself.
    *Oh, fuck...*
    He had just started towards the mirror, when a sudden wave of nausea found its way ashore in the region of his stomach.
    Brian quickly sat down on the commode, and clutched at his middle.  The awful feeling of bile rising in his throat struck him.  He fought against it, swallowing several times.  After a minute, the feeling that he was going to vomit finally receded.
    Brian carefully stood up, his legs now incredibly weak.  He leaned over the sink, turning the cold tap up full.  His jaw was quivering, as he brought a handful of cold water to his mouth.  He swallowed it slowly.
    After swallowing a few more handfuls of water, and splashing a bit more on his face, Brian slowly made his way out of the bathroom.
    Upon exiting the bathroom, Brian discovered Stef was on the phone.  The tall Swede was happily chatting away to whomever was on the other end of the line.
    Still feeling sick at his stomach, and rather tired, Brian carefully laid down on his bed.  He relaxed his breathing, and tried not to think about anything.  Brian gradually fell asleep to the sounds of Stefan's conversation.
    "Brian..."
    His mind hazy with sleep, Brian thought he could hear his name being whispered in the darkness.
    "Brian."
    Was it that other voice again?  Had it come to haunt him in his dreams now?  That useless, annoying, bastard...
    "Brian!"
    Brian jerked awake with such force he heard his neck pop.  Rubbing his neck, he glanced briefly around.  The room, which had been bathed in sunlight earlier, was now illuminated only by the two bedside lamps.  Through his sleep fogged vision, he spotted Stefan.
    "Wha...?" Brian muttered.
    "Damn, Brian..." Stef replied, sitting beside Brian on the bed.  "Were you in a coma or something?"
    "Could've been..." Brian said, pulling himself into a sitting position.  He suddenly realized that he was underneath several layers of bed clothes.  He didn't remember doing anything after lying down on the bed, covered only by his towel.
    "I tucked you in." Stef said, noticing Brian's confusion.
    Brian looked up at Stef, a slightly quizzical expression on his face.
    "Didn't want you to catch cold." Stef added, rather quickly.  "After all, you're everybody's meal ticket..."
    A hurt look crossed Brian's face, which Stef didn't catch; as he chose that moment to stand up.
    "Speaking of meals," Stef continued, distancing himself from Brian.  "I've reserved us a table for dinner...  So, you better get dressed.  I'll just ring Steve..."
    Without giving Brian a chance to reply, Stef grabbed the phone and started dialing.  Stef sat down on the far side of his own bed, facing away from Brian.
    After sitting motionless for several seconds, Brian slowly slipped out from under the covers of his bed.  It was only then, just as his feet touched the carpet, that Brian realized his towel was gone.  For a long moment Brian simply sat there; his face expressionless, staring at Stefan's back.
    As Stef continued to talk softly over the phone, Brian pulled clothes from one of his cases, and makeup from another.  Having acquired the items he desired, Brian headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
    *Knew he couldn't resist taking a peek...* Brian thought, gazing at his reflection in the mirror.
    [Don't flatter yourself, love.] A quiet voice answered, lazily.
    *You, again?* Brian thought, angrily.  *Just fuck off, will you?!*
    Quiet laughter echoed inside Brian's head.
    [Just giving you a much needed reality check.] The voice said.
    *Who the fuck are you, anyway?* Brian thought at the voice.
    [Me?] The voice replied.  [Why, I'm your private self-loathing...]  It chuckled, then faded away.
    Deciding the voice was gone, at least for the moment, Brian proceeded to get dressed.  After slipping on a pair of black lace panties, and black stockings, it was all down to the dress...
    He had chosen a cute little knee-length black dress.  He liked this new acquisition; it had a single wide strap, which went up the back of his neck and clipped to a black elastic choker.  From the front, of course, it appeared strapless.
    Once he had the dress and all its pieces in place, he added the final touch: He attached a small emerald broach to the front of the choker.  Satisfied with the effect of his outfit, Brian went on to apply his makeup.
    Thankfully, he didn't have to contend with a running commentary from his so called 'private self-loathing'.  And it was a good job too; carrying on a conversation with himself could have seriously fucked up his concentration.  There was no telling what kind of comical mess he could have turned his face  into...
    A short while later, Brian exited the bathroom.
    Brian was quite pleased by the slightly shocked expression on Stef's face.  He padded over towards the taller man, wearing an impish grin on his own face.
    "You like?" Brian inquired.
    "Uhh..." Stef said, his eyes traveling over Brian's body.
    "I'm ready...  Just as soon as I get my shoes on." Brian said.  "Are you?"
    "Uhh..." Stef said again.
    Brian walked over to his bed, and slipped on a pair of heels.  Returning to Stefan, Brian took the larger man by the arm.
    "Shall we go?" Brian said, looking up at Stef with huge eyes.
    "Uhh..."
    "The judges will accept that as a 'yes'." Brian said, smiling.  He pulled Stef towards the door.
    Stefan's speechlessness lasted until they reached the posh restraunt attached to the hotel's ground floor.  Unfortunately, the same could not be said for his good mood.
    Stef had seemed in good spirits until the elevator had reached the second floor, at which point Brian had noticed an ever deepening frown on the bass player's face.
    Brian had attempted to make small talk as they got nearer the entrance of the restaurant, but Stef had ignored him.
    Once the waiter had shown them to their table, Stef quickly hid himself behind his menu.  It only took Brian a couple of minutes to decide what he wanted, but Stef stayed silently engrossed in his own search.  Brian couldn't stand the silence.
    "Where the hell is Steve...?" Brian muttered to himself.
    "He's not coming..." Stef said from behind his menu, his words slightly muffled.
    "Huh?" Brian said, not having expected a response.
    Stef lowered the menu, looking pissed as ever.
    "I said the bastard's not coming." Stef practically spat.  "He's busy getting plastered with Xav and Bill..."
    "Oh..." Brian said.  He wasn't sure what to make of Stef's attitude.
    Brian was spared having to think of anything else to say, as the waiter had arrived to take their order.  Brian ordered a steak for himself, as well as a bottle of Merlot for the two of them to share.
    Stef glanced hurriedly over his own menu, and it became clear to Brian that Stef hadn't actually been reading the menu earlier.  Finally, Stef pointed at something.
    "I'll have that." Stef told the waiter.
    The waiter glanced at the item Stef was indicating, and quickly wrote it down.  The waiter took the menus, and hurried off.  Brian had no idea what Stef had ordered, and wondered if Stef himself knew.
    The two of them sat in silence for several minutes.  Brian began to wish he had brought a jacket or something.  The air conditioning in the restaurant was working a bit too well, and his shoulders were getting cold.
    *Oh, well.* Brian thought.  *The wine will warm me up...*
    [Don't be thick.  The alcohol will slow down your circulation, and you'll get colder...  Dumb ass.]
    "Fuck off." Brian quietly hissed through clenched teeth.
    "What?" Stef said, looking confused.
    "Nothing." Brian said quickly, his cheeks flushing slightly.
    Stef looked as though he was about to ask a further question, but was interrupted by a waitress delivering their salads.  Avoiding Stef's eyes, Brian quickly speared a chunk of lettuce with his fork, and shoved it into his mouth.
    Brian munched on his salad loudly, eyes downcast, until he heard Stef beginning on his own salad.  Deciding Stef had given up trying to talk to him, Brian once again looked up.  Now, it was Stef who kept his eyes on his salad bowl, refusing to look across the table.
    The evening continued in that vain for some time, and Brian felt like he was going nuts.  Where the hell was that wine?
    Finally, the waitress arrived with the bottle of wine.  She was followed closely by the waiter, who delivered Brian's steak.  The waiter then apologized profusely, explaining that Stef's meal had been delayed.  Brian rolled his eyes, what else could go wrong?
    "That's alright..." Stef told the waiter, though his tone of voice indicated otherwise.  As soon as the waiter had departed, Stef downed his glass of wine in one go.
    "You want some of my steak?" Brian offered, hesitantly.
    "I'm fine." Stef said, refilling his glass.
    "You sure?" Brian said.  "There's plenty.  I'll only eat half of it anyway..."
    "I'm good..." Stef muttered, taking another large sip of wine.
    Brian gave up on the idea of repeating the offer, it would only piss Stef off further.  Brian set about tackling his steak.
    He had eaten about a fourth of it, when he realized it wasn't quite as done as he had asked for.  He could definitely see a lot of pink towards the middle.  Brian avoided the center of the steak, concentrating his efforts on the outer edge.  He was feeling mostly full by the time Stef's meal finally arrived.
    Brian looked across at the plate in front of Stefan, a weary expression on his face.  Stef's own expression wasn't any more positive.
    "That's what you ordered?" Brian asked.
    "I guess..." Stef muttered.  He hesitantly grasped his fork.
    "What is it?" Brian inquired.
    "I don't know..." Stef replied.  "I wasn't really paying attention..."
    The bizarre looking dish consisted of a fish, approximately a foot long, resting on a bed of pasta.  While the head and tail of the fish appeared intact, its body looked as though it had been turned into a casserole of sorts.
    Stef prodded the fish carefully with his fork, as though afraid it might snap at him.  It made no movements; apparently the cook had done his duty, and made certain the creature was dead before it was served.
    Brian felt his stomach beginning to turn, as he gazed at the fish's head.
    Stef carefully lifted a bite to his mouth.  He chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds.
    "Mmm..." Stef said, swallowing.  "Not bad.  Want some?"  He forked another bite, and held it out to Brian.  "It's got a sort of a cheese flavoring..."
    With a slight sense of foreboding, Brian leaned forward and opened his mouth.  Allowing Stef to place the fork in his mouth, Brian then clamped his lips down, and drew the bite off the fork.  He chewed for a few seconds, his expression brightening, then swallowed.
    "Pretty good, actually..." Brian said.
    "Mmm." Stef agreed, taking another bite.
    "Can I interest either of you in dessert?" The waiter asked, as he took Stefan's plate.
    "Mmm..." Brian purred, giving the waiter a shy smile.  "A chocolate decadence, please..."
    "Certainly, ma'am." The waiter replied, making note of the order.
    Brian flashed Stef an amused smile across the table.  Stef rolled his eyes.
    "And for you, sir?" The waiter asked, turning to Stef.
    "Uhm..." Stef muttered.  "I'll try the key lime pie..."
    "Excellent choice, sir." The waiter said, writing on his pad.  "I'll have those right out to you."
    "Thank you..." Brian said in a sultry tone, eyeing the waiter.
    "For fuck's sake..." Stef muttered, as soon as the waiter was out of earshot.  "You'll fuck anything that moves..."
    Brian scoffed at him.  "What?  I'm just having a bit of fun...  It's not like I'm gonna jump the guy the second no one's looking..."
    Stef took another sip of wine, emptying his glass.
    "Besides..." Brian added after a moment.  "He's straight."
    "Doesn't stop you lusting after Steve, does it?" Stef said.
    "Yeah..." Brian said, casting a cunning eye upon Stef.  "But, Steve's not really straight...  He and I almost did it once, he just won't admit it."
    "Bullshit!" Stef hissed, his eyes suddenly becoming cold.  "You've never had Steve...  He would have said..."
    Brian sat back in his chair, and looked away from Stef.  A moment later, the waiter delivered their desserts.  Brian gave the waiter a huge smile, and winked at him.  The waiter smiled nervously in return, then moved away from the table.
    "Oh, God..." Stef said, this time not bothering to wait for their server to get out of hearing range.
    Brian glared at Stef, momentarily, and then forked himself a large bite of his cake.
    The portions of their desserts differed greatly.  Stef's key lime pie was a thin wedge, while Brian's cake was so massive it completely covered the small plate.
    [Devil's food, how appropriate...]
    Brian ignored the voice with great vigor, though he was beginning to question his sanity.  Still, it wouldn't be the first time...
    It didn't take Stef long to finish his pie, and he took care of the bill while Brian was still working on his own dessert.
    With about three bites left to go, Brian gave up, and set his fork down.
    "I can't finish it..." Brian said, giving his cake an accusing look.
    Stef grabbed his own fork and reached across the table.  With two quick bites, the last of cake was gone.
    "Ready?" Stef asked, his tone now moderate.
    Brian nodded, and carefully stood up.  Considering how full he felt, Brian worried that his stomach would be making an embarrassing bulge in his dress.  Fortunately, he discovered that, despite how bloated he was feeling, his outward appearance remained unchanged.
    Brian had just started to walk away from the table, when Stef suddenly grabbed his arm.
    "What?" Brian said, looking back at Stef.
    "You've got a bit of chocolate on your mouth..." Stef muttered.
    "Where?" Brian asked, reaching for his napkin.
    With a quick motion, Stefan latched his mouth onto Brian's.  Stef's mouth sucked at the smaller man's face; his tongue alternately exploring Brian's mouth and licking at the chocolate on Brian's lips.  With one last sucking noise, Stef broke the kiss.
    "All gone..." Stef said quietly, inspecting Brian's face.
    Out the corner of his eye, Brian caught the waitress gaping at the pair of them.  Brian leaned in closer to Stef, pressing his body against the larger man's own.
    "You're gonna give me a hard on..." Brian whispered, his cheeks flushing slightly.
    "You wanna go back up to the room...?" Stef asked, his left hand lightly caressing Brian's bare shoulders.
    "Okay..." Brian whispered in reply, nodding enthusiastically.
    They walked back into the hotel, hand in hand.
    They had just reached the elevators when Stef came to a sudden stop.
    "Steve!" Stef shouted in surprise, an odd look crossing his face.
    Brian glanced around, and spotted Steve; who was standing against the wall near one of the elevators, half hidden by a potted plant.
    "Hey." Steve replied, leaving his spot and heading towards his band mates.  "What are you guys up to?"
    "Uh- oh, nothing..." Stef said, suddenly letting go of Brian's hand.
    Brian looked up at Stef, and tried, without success, to identify the expression on Stef's face.
    *Embarrassment?* Brian thought to himself.  *Nah...  Couldn't be.*
    "You guys wanna go get a drink...?" Steve asked.
    It was clear to Brian that Steve had already had a few.
    "I thought you were hanging with Xav and Bill..." Stef said, his voice becoming cooler.
    "Those twats can't hold their liquor..." Steve said, his words slightly slurred.  "You guys are more fun, anyway..."
    Stef smiled.  "Well, I think the hotel's got a bar around here..."  Stef looked around, as though expecting to see a neon sign entitled 'Boozer'.
    *Fuck!* Brian thought.  *I don't want a drink!!  I want sex!!!*
    Stef took Steve by the arm, steadying him, and led Steve away from the elevators, in search of the bar.
    Brian played with the fancy straw, stirring the remains of his drink.  He glanced dejectedly over at his friends.
    Stef and Steve were telling each other rather slurred jokes, and laughing.  This behavior had been going on for nearly half an hour, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
    Steve looked on the verge of passing out, and Brian kept hoping he would.  Perhaps then, Brian could once again catch Stef's interest.  But, his hoping seemed very much in vain.  Steve simply refused to be a dear, and slip gracelessly off his stool.
    Stef, likewise, was being uncooperative.  He had diligently avoided Brian's gaze ever since the three of them had arrived at the bar.
    "And so, he said..." Steve slurred, giggling slightly.
    Brian tuned out their conversation.  He found that his own arousal was fading, his stomach made yet another low growl.  He had been fighting a growing feeling of nausea for the past ten minutes.
    Brian contemplated simply leaving Stef and Steve to their own devices.  They wouldn't miss him, he knew.  Indeed, neither of them had said more than five words to him since their arrival.
    To be fair, of course, Brian hadn't exactly encouraged them to converse with him.  Under normal circumstances, Brian would have been the one driving virtually any discussion that happened in his presence.  But, his earlier sick feeling was returning...
    *I should just go...* Brian thought.  It was, perhaps, time he resigned himself to simply jerking off.  Deciding that he might as well get going, Brian stood up.
    [Bad move, dipshit...]
    *Oh, motherfucker...*  Brian clutched his stomach with one hand, and his mouth with the other.
    Neither Stef nor Steve had noticed that Brian had gone green, but they did notice when the diminutive singer made a mad dash for the men's room.
    "What was he drinking...?" Steve muttered, reaching out to inspect Brian's empty glass.  Being rather sloshed, Steve only succeeded in knocking the glass over as he made a grab for it.
    "It's not the first time he's looked ill today." Stef said.  "I thought he was faking it earlier..."  A look of concern passed over Stef's face.
    After a moment's pause, Stefan rose, and headed for the rest room.  He was held up only briefly, as Steve -grinning stupidly- attempted to follow, and wound up face down on the floor.
    *Oh, God...* Brian thought, as he hurled into the men's room toilet.  *It was that steak, I just know it...  I'm gonna fucking kill that cook!*
    Brian heaved again, and through the rushing sound in his ears he heard the door opening.  He thought momentarily of what a sight he must have been.  From the perspective of any of the bar patrons entering the men's room to relieve themselves, it would appear that some dark haired girl in a sexy dress had been boozing it up pretty bad...
    *What an attractive image...* Brian thought.  As he coughed, and fought to breathe, he began to wish he hadn't worn that damned elastic choker.  It was living up to its name a little too well.
    Eventually, Brian was able to breathe normally once more.  With shaking arms, he pushed himself away from the commode.
    A second later, he was startled nearly to the point of heart failure by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.
    "Shit..." Brian muttered, breathlessly.
    "Sorry," Stef whispered in reply.  "Are you okay?"
    Brian half felt like shooting off a sarcastic remark, but he didn't have the energy.  He only nodded in reply to Stef.
    For a few moments, they simply sat there.  Stef made ever so light circling motions on Brian's shoulders, which had a surprisingly calming effect.
    There was a sudden commotion, but Brian was too dazed to be sure of its source.  He vaguely realized that someone was throwing up in the next stall.  Brian turned a questioning gaze on Stef.
    "Steve." Stef explained, smiling.
    Brian laughed slightly, but the action only served to demonstrate how raw his throat felt.
    "Water..." Brian managed to say.
    Stef pulled the smaller man to his feet, and led him to the sink.  With his limbs as weak as they were, it was all Brian could do to bring small handfuls of water to his mouth.  Stef held Brian upright, and supported most of his weight.
    Stef was still holding Brian, when Steve staggered up to the sink and washed his mouth out.
    "I'm off...  Guys..." Steve said, waving a hand in their direction.  The motion nearly caused him to fall over.
    Allowing Brian to support some of his own weight, Stef reached out a hand and steadied Steve.
    "I'll get you a car..." Stef said.
    Fifteen minutes later, Stef had seen Steve safely into a cab.  He walked back into the hotel lobby, to collect Brian from the couch on which he had left the ladyboy.
    "Well," said Stef.  "Steve's off...  Are you ready to get back up to the room?"
    Brian nodded.  "Sorry I'm not feeling so hot..." he muttered.
    "Not your fault..." Stef said, helping Brian off the couch.
    They walked in silence to the elevators, and entered the first one available.  As the elevator began to rise, however, Brian's legs suddenly gave way, and he nearly fell.  Stef lifted Brian into his arms, and allowed the smaller man to rest his head against Stef's shoulder.  By the time they had reached their floor, Brian's breathing had slowed, and his body had gone limp.
    "A mother's work is never done..." Stef muttered to himself, shaking his head.
    Brian felt hands softly caressing his shoulders.  He moaned sleepily, and turned over onto his back.  His own hands sought out his lover's shoulders, and returned the embrace.
    "I thought you'd never come..." Brian muttered, his eyes still closed.
    "Shh..." came the reply.
    Their lips met in a deep, passionate, kiss.  Brian was thrilled beyond words, at last Stef was his.  As Stefan's mouth moved to Brian's ear, Brian felt the entire day's worth of frustration leaving him.
    Brian's hands moved from Stef's shoulders to his chest, then trailed down his stomach, and finally encircled Stef's sizable erection.  All the while, Stef trailed kisses down Brian's neck.  Stef then pulled out of Brian's grip, and locked his mouth onto one of the smaller man's nipples.  Brian gasped in pleasure, then moaned his approval, as Stef moved on to the other nipple.
    Brian flung his arms out to his sides, gripping the bed sheets, as Stef licked and kissed his way down Brian's body.  When Stef's hot mouth finally reached its target, Brian almost came instantly.  It took all of Brian's will power to hold back, as Stef's expert mouth went to work.
    Finally, Brian had to push Stef away.  As awesome as the blow job was, Brian wanted Stef inside him when he came.  Without saying a word, Brian rolled over onto his stomach.  Stef clearly understood what Brian wanted, and soon Brian felt lube being applied to his entrance.
    Brian pressed his face into the bed, and gave a loud moan as Stef pushed into him.  *Yes, yes...!*
    Stef slipped his left hand under Brian's chest, and lifted the smaller man up slightly.  Stef's right hand made its way up and down Brian's spine.  Brian continued to moan; enjoying the sensations generated by Stef's slow, steady, thrusts.
    Brian reached between his legs with his right hand, and began stroking himself.  As if on cue, Stef began to speed up his rhythm.  Brian's moans grew ever louder, as both Stef's thrusting and Brian's own hand movements became faster.
    "Shh!" Stef hissed at Brian.
    Though he was unsure of why Stef wanted him to be quiet, Brian buried his face in his pillow.
    As he reached the point of orgasm, Brian screamed into the pillow.  Stef gave a few final thrusts, and came inside Brian.  The two of them collapsed onto the bed; Stef moving to lay beside Brian.
    Still breathing hard, Brian turned his head toward Stef.  "I love you..." he said.
    Stefan's only reply was to plant a light kiss upon Brian's forehead.  Brian moved closer to his lover, resting his head on Stef's shoulder.  Finally feeling satisfied, Brian slowly drifted off.

    Brian slowly opened his eyes, and was greeted by the sight of Stefan sitting on his own bed, and putting on his shoes.
    "Rise and shine, Bri-pie." Stef said, when he noticed Brian was looking at him.  "Time for breakfast."
    Brian pulled himself into a sitting position, and tried to blink the sleep from his eyes.  Stef finished tying his shoes, and then looked expectantly at Brian.
    "I enjoyed last night..." Brian muttered, giving Stef a shy smile.
    Stef snorted.  "You like tossing your cookies, eh?" he asked, an amused look on his face.
    "No," Brian said.  "Not that.  I mean...  Afterward."
    Stef suddenly looked puzzled.  "What are you talking about?"
    "You know." Brian said, now giving Stef an incredulous look.  "When we made love."
    Stef looked positively shocked.  He reached out a hand, and felt of Brian's forehead.
    "Are you sure you're feeling okay, Bri?" Stef asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
    "What?" Brian said, his eyes wide.  "You mean to tell me, you didn't...?  Last night...?"  Brian swallowed, suddenly feeling sick at his stomach again.  Stef was playing a very bad joke on him, he had to be.
    Stef shook his head, looking worried.  "I don't know what you're talking about, Bri..."  He stood up from the bed, and looked at his watch.
    Brian looked up at Stef, and swallowed again.  He felt like he was on the verge of crying.  It wasn't possible; it couldn't have been a dream, it just couldn't...
    "Look..." Stef said, nervously.  "We better get going...  They stop serving in an hour..."
    "Stef..." Brian began, looking desperately for a sign that Stef was simply pulling his chain.
    "I'll-" Stef said, quickly.  "I'll wait for you by the elevator..."  Stef crossed to the door, and was gone before Brian could think of what to say.
    [He likes you, sweetie...  But he doesn't want you.  Not like that...]
    The tears that Brian had felt forming earlier began streaming down his face...
    When Brian joined Stef at the elevator, he kept his gaze on the floor so as to hide the evidence of his tears.
    Stef said nothing, and simply pressed the call button.  After a moment, an elevator arrived, and they entered.  Stef pushed the button for the first floor.  He looked at Brian, but when Brian saw Stef turning towards him, he twisted his head in the opposite direction.
    "Look...  Bri..." Stef began, hesitantly.  "It's not like I wouldn't have...  You know...  But you were out of it, before we even got to the room.  I figured you needed your rest..."
    Brian looked up at Stef, with eyes that were huge and still watery.  "Next time..." Brian said, slowly.  "Wake me up... you asshole."  He flashed a hesitant smile at Stef.
    Stef chuckled in response, and, without warning, Brian jumped onto him.  Stef barely managed to keep himself upright, he slipped his arms around Brian, as the smaller man locked their lips together.
    The kiss was interrupted by the elevator's arrival at the first floor.
    The doors opened, and the nicely dressed woman on the other side gasped at the sight before her.  As Brian had not applied his makeup, and was wearing jeans, it was all too clear that he was a boy.  With her mouth still hanging open, the woman placed a hand over her young son's eyes.
    Stef let Brian slip back to the floor, and they exited, giggling crazily.  The two of them headed off to the dining room, where breakfast was served.  This dining room was actually a part of the hotel, and run by the hotel staff, whereas the restaurant where they had had dinner the night before had been a separate business, which was merely occupied the same building.
    Brian pulled Stef to a small two-person table near a brick dividing wall with potted plants lining its top.  Their table, located on the edge of the smoking section, was relatively removed from the main concentrations of other people.  After ordering coffee for the both of them, Brian lit a fag and simply sat gazing at Stefan.
    “What?” Stef said, after a few moments.  “Do I have something on my face..?”
    “No,” Brian said with a sigh, smiling slightly.
    Stefan smiled back, albeit somewhat nervously.  He actually looked slightly relieved when the waiter arrived to take their order.  His look of relief, however, slipped from his face the instant that Brian turned towards the waiter to give his order.
    As soon as Brian's eyes located the waiter and he began telling the man what he wanted, his eyes started wandering all over the waiter's body.  It was clear to anyone watching that Brian's eyes were saying things far different from the innocuous breakfast order his mouth was placing.  Stefan delivered his own order in a dead monotone.
    When Brian turned back to Stefan, he discovered that the other man was staring very intently into his coffee.  Brian's broad smile quickly slipped.
    *Now what?* Brian thought, absently.  After a few moments, Brian gave up trying to re-establish eye contact with Stefan.  His gaze once more sought out the waiter, and slowly followed the man around the room.
    Eventually, the waiter returned to their table.  As he approached, carrying their order, Brian's eyes traveled all over the young man's toned body.  With the bulging of every muscle that moved as he set the plates on their table, Brian's smile grew.  When the waiter headed off on other business, Brian caught excellent view of the boy's ass.
    “And you know what the best part is..?” Brian said to Stef, without taking his eyes off the waiter.  “Unlike our waiter last night, this one's gay.  Did you see the way he was lookin' at me?” Brian asked, turning back toward Stef.
    Stefan made no response, other than a slight exhalation from his nose.
    “Think I should ask him if he wants to shag?” Brian continued, not really paying much attention to Stef.  “I bet he'd go for it even if I wasn't famous...” Brian said, mostly to himself.  “Wonder if he's got a boyfriend...”
    Stefan made to salt his eggs, and shook the small container rather harder than he might should have, as Brian made his last comment.  The salt shaker's lid came off, and its entire contents spilled onto Stef's plate.
    Brian released a sudden snort of laughter at Stef's accident.
    As Brian's snort became soft giggles, Stef's hand -which still held the salt shaker- convulsed in anger.  The small glass container shattered, sending bits of glass a short distance into the air.  Most of the glass shards which did not remain in Stef's hand, fell into his plate.
    Brian's laughter died instantly.  For several heartbeats, he had no idea how to react.  The look on Stef's face was as cold and deadly a look as Brian had ever seen.
    Brian's own look of shock turned to pained concern, as he realized that Stef's hand was still as tight as could be.  A moment later, blood began seeping from Stef's palm.
    “Stef-!” Brian said, reaching out for Stefan's hand.
    Just as Brian's hand came near, Stef snatched his own away.
    “Excuse me,” Stef said, standing up and leaving the table, his expression vacant.
    Brian simply sat there, dumbfounded.