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| Title: Thief in the Night | |
| Author: Jancey | |
| Fandom: USQAF | |
| Summary: Michael's slips out for a secret rendezvous | |
| Rating: PG-13 | |
| FEEDBACK: Yes, please. All constructive criticisms or praise welcome. | |
| Category: Fluff | |
| Archive: Always and ATP. | |
| Spoilers: Through Season 4, possibly Season 5 | |
| Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't actually own Brian or Michael, they, as well as all other characters mentioned in this fic, belong to Cowlip and Showtime. | |
| *** | |
| An insistent phone ringing jerked Michael from sleep. Having only gone to bed a few sated hours ago Michael was bleary and disoriented when he answered the phone. | |
| "H'lo" | |
| "What took you so fucking long-You know what, never mind I could do with out the sordid details of your sex life. Just get over hear- now. I need you." | |
| The phone clicked into the dial tone before Michael could truly even process the stream all the stream of words that had flown from the speaker's mouth. But it didn't really matter; he'd caught what was important. Someone needed him. It didn't take much deliberating to figure out who. | |
| He slipped from the bed, stopping to stretch out his languid muscles. He felt a few aches and smiled to himself, looking over his shoulder at the cause and his smile slipped into the goofiest grin that would have caused from a mirroring one from his teaser even while he ridiculed him for it. | |
| Shaking his head in wonderment Michael made a quick work of getting dressed, having clothes handy enough just to slip into. He'd just slipped his shoes on his feet when he heard muffled words from the pillow on the left side of the bed. | |
| Slightly startled not to be the only one up he missed what was said. Dropping the one remaining foot to tie he turned into the bed lying on his stomach facing the body. | |
| "I'm sorry I missed that say it again?" | |
| Michael laughed out right; he crawled to him and kissed his bared shoulder. Brian Kinney, class act through and through. | |
| "I just got a call, I gotta go." He whispered into the skin. | |
| A head lifted up slightly off the pillow, and in succinctly put upon tone he heard "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" | |
| There was a slight jostling on the bed as Brian's head tuned to the side to look at Michael over his shoulder. Then his head lifted up slightly so that he could squint at the bedside clock. | |
| "It's three o'clock in the fuckin' morning." He turned back to address Michael, who merely shrugged saying "I have to go." | |
| Brian stared into his lover's eyes waiting for him to go on, but Michael stared back simply. "I'll only be gone a couple of hours. Two tops." | |
| He slid back off Brian to stand beside the bed. Brian slipped his legs of the side of the bed, stretching the kinks. Michael watched the play of muscles, the long extension of his lover's neck and wished for an instant that he didn't have to go. But remembering who needed him Michael staid off his lust. "I need to borrow your car." | |
| Brian spared him a glance mid stretch. "No." he said before continuing on one last stretch before jumping up from the bed, in all his unabashed naked glory. | |
| It was almost enough to distract Michael from his purpose. "Brian-" he began before Brian cut him off. | |
| "Where are you going?" | |
| Michael hesitated in answering, his expression slightly embarrassed, "Out." | |
| "Out?" Brian asked raising an eyebrow, coming towards Michael until he stood in front of him. Michael gulped, looking up into the direct gaze that had provided him his one greatest strength against unpredictable odds while also more times than not bared the same moniker of his biggest downfall. | |
| "Brian, I need..." | |
| Brian pressed a finger against Michael lips to forestall any further speech. He placed a calming hand on Michael soldier, "I'll drive you." | |
| Michael pushed Brian's hand away. "Brian, you don't have to..." he started but Brian pressed his finger back. | |
| "I want to." He said with such sincerity in his expression that Michael smiled gently conceding. Brian returned his smile, placing a kiss on his forehead. | |
| "Besides, I'd prefer not to have my car returned, littered with fast food bags." Brian laughed his forehead coming contact with Michael's before pushing off to get dressed himself | |
| Michael rolled his eyes, "One time and the man never forgets. I should get consideration for being under unique circumstances." | |
| "All it takes is one time." Brian returned his expression suggestive as he zipped his jeans. | |
| "God you're such an asshole," Michael laughed his arms crossing over his arms. | |
| "I've driven your car since then you know. And returned it sans trash with you none the wiser." Michael would have ended it with a "so there" but that would have been a tad immature. | |
| "I knew." Brian said it so quietly that Michael almost didn't hear him. | |
| "Yeah, right." Michael snorted. | |
| In a flash Brian was in Michael's face, a storm brewing in his mercurial eyes, "It's been happening off and on for about two weeks. You get a phone call, then quiet as a church mouse in a bath house you tip toe around the loft, getting dressed and stealing my keys." A mocking smile twisted on his lips at his next words "Sometimes you pause at the foot of the bed staring down at me before you slip out of the loft for two maybe three hours getting back undressed and sliding back into my bed like a thief in the night." | |
| Stunned Michael's mouth open and closed, no sound coming out. | |
| Brian took the opportunity to steal a searing kiss from Michael's faltering mouth earning a moan from him, and putting a please smile of Brian's as he ended the kiss patting on Michael's cheek. "We'd better get a move on, wouldn't want you to be late." | |
| * * * | |
| Down in the car, Brian started the engine and turned to Michael who'd been quiet on the way down. | |
| "Where to?" | |
| Michael stared blankly at him. | |
| "Where am I driving you?" | |
| "Oh! Mel and Linds'." Slightly stunned Brian raised his eyebrows in question. | |
| Absently Michael waved Brian forward "Just drive." | |
| Knowing he wouldn't get any of the answers he wanted just sitting there Brian put the car in gear. | |
| It wasn't too long before they were pulling into the munchers' drive and Brian was cutting the engine. It was then Michael finally broke the silence, turning in his seat to face Brian. | |
| "So, how long have you known?" | |
| Brian dropped his head back on the head rest. "I've always known." | |
| "Why didn't say anything?" Michael asked, his faced screwed in confusion. | |
| "I figured you'd tell me when you were ready." Turning to the passenger side hazel eyes met brown. | |
| Slowly a teasing smile lit up Michael's features. "And yet you forced the issue by driving me tonight." | |
| Brian chuckled softly, his head ducking, and coming up again with an obviously false solemn expression, "I never claimed to be a patient man." | |
| Michael laughed in return his hand shooting out to nudge Brian's shoulder. | |
| Brian clasped the hand in his and brought it to his face "Don't ever feel you need to keep anything from me. " | |
| Gazing into his lovers eyes Michael cradled his face and leaned in to kiss him. Then leaning away, he caressed his face with their joined hands, "You have nothing to worry about." | |
| "Good. Now, you mind filling me in on what the fuck we're doing here?" | |
| * * * | |
| Standing outside the front door to the house they awaited entry. Brian watched Michael with curious eyes as he steadily became more anxious. If Lindsay hadn't opened the door when she did Brian wager the smaller man would have busted the door down. | |
| Inside loud gutsy wailing cries rang through the rafters. Lindsay sagged with relief at the sight of Michael, she didn't even notice Brian. "Thank God you're here; Mel's half out of her mind." Michael kissed her on the cheek coming in taking off his coat. | |
| "How's Gus?" | |
| Lindsay rolled her eyes, "You know the son of Brian Kinney always gets his beauty rest." As she was just about to close the door, Brian caught it shocking her as he entered behind Michael. "Brian, I didn't know you were coming." | |
| "Where else would I be?" He asked taking off his jacket and throwing it to the couch as his eyes caught Michael's with a half smile. "So, how's Sonny Boy?" | |
| Lindsay laughed at Brian's unwitting mimic of Michael, picking up both coats, which had fallen to the floor in his haste, to hang in the hall closet. "Gus is dead to world with nary a care." | |
| "That's my boy." Brian drawled a smirk curving his face, breaking into a wince when the wails got louder. | |
| Lindsay covered her face emitting a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and groan. "Gus is about the only one getting any rest tonight." | |
| Brian consoled her, rubbing a hand across her tense shoulders and back. "Well one thing's for sure, she's sure got your harpy of husband's pipes." He barely dodged Lindsay as she smacked him in the stomach. | |
| "JR's room?" Michael asked, knowing it was the most likely place unless Mel taken the rocking chair into her bedroom as she had done on previous occasions. | |
| "Yep, you know the way, just follow the noise." | |
| Smiling Michael said, "Cute." Before heading up the stairs, Brian's eyes following him. | |
| "So you want to tell me what all this cloak and dagger shit is about." Brian says finally looking back at Lindsay. "Has Michael been coming here, all those other times?" | |
| "You knew?" | |
| "Of course I knew. How could I not, with him crawling out of bed at all hours." Brian admitted looking up toward the stairwell, unconsciously betraying himself. | |
| To cover her knowing laugh Lindsay forced, which received a strange look from Brian. "It's no big secret, Michael must have been a bit embarrassed that's all. Mel and I have been up all night trying to calm down little Jenny Rebecca to eat, to sleep...to-anything just so we can get some sleep." She ranted frustrated. | |
| It was then the Brian finally took a real look at her and saw the fatigue etched in her figure from the disarray of her clothes and the bags under her eyes. | |
| With unsmiling sympathy he caught her hand, "I would say, one as beautiful as you could do without a few days of beauty rest," he started slowly curling into a mischievous smile on his expressionless face. "But I'm not that good an ad man." | |
| Lindsay attempted to smack Brian upside his head even as he dodged it. "You're an ass." | |
| "Well, that's what you get waking me up at all hours of the night, interrupting what could have been a great a.m. fuck session. Tell me what do you really expect Michael to be able to do that you...couldn't?" And then there was silence. Lindsay made a peaceful gesture as if orchestrating a music piece. | |
| He looked up the stairs puzzled, Lindsay asks, "You want to see true mastery in play?" | |
| Brian could only nod. She motioned for him to follow her quiet like up the stairs to the baby's room where they can hear Michael singing quietly, slightly off key and the occasional gurgle. | |
| Lindsay edged the door open as she and Brian peeked in the room to see Mel exhausted in a rocker and Michael walking around the room gently cradling Jenny Rebecca, her face cuddled beside his neck as he sang. | |
| Watching them Lindsay explained in hushed tones to Brian how Jenny was teething and although they tried everything they could think of to calm her Michael's voice is the only thing that really does the trick. It's not all the time, but during times when nothing else seems to work and Jenny's wailing her poor heart away Mel would make a call to Michael. | |
| "Mel thinks it's the heterosexual tendencies of our daughter peaking out, by reacting to a male voice but I'd like to think that our little Jenny Rebecca learned to distinguish her Daddy's voice from others inside the womb and this is just her way to ensure that she gets share of Michael's time. It's a true testament to the bonds that Mel, Michael and Jenny Rebecca created." | |
| Sharing a quick look, Lindsay drew away to attend to a Mel conked out, bottle of milk still in her hand. | |
| Thinking on it, Brian agrees with her. He knows just what he'd do and has done in the past to get Michael's attention, to earn his share of a time he hold precious to him. | |
| Michael seeing him in the doorway smiled a charmingly sheepish smile, not quite able to hide his flush of pride at his daughter. She gurgled in his arms drawing his attention back to her and Brian was taken by the beatific smile on his face as he rocked her gently in the cradle of his arm humming softly. Rapt attention focused wide unblinking brown eyes on her dad Jenny Rebecca smiled gnawing a slightly wind chilled finger. | |
| Brian, drawn inexplicably to the sight, joins Michael, sliding around behind him while wrapping his arms about his waist. | |
| "Trust a kid of yours to be a real Queen." | |
| He chuckled softly nestling a gentle kiss into his lover's neck before resting his chin on the smaller mans shoulders. Michael returned the kiss to the side of his head and just let himself hold his daughter while he himself was held tight to the man behind him, feeling content. | |
| *** | |
| The End | |
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