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Bought and Paid For -- Part 2 Well.. here it is... Part two... I hope you are all happy. You can thank Elsie([email protected]) for this part. She made me want to tinker with it. M Leela Princess of Slacker Sappiness "Bought And Paid For" By Leela Ganey Steve stood in front of his closet mirror. Nice crisp white shirt. A tie that actually went with the suit, or so Stefan said. He still wasn't sure about it, but then again he wasn't about to argue the matter with Stefan. He put on his vest and did the buttons up. He was an interesting sight. All dressed up in a suit made from measure. Very much made from measure. He turned round so he could get a good look at himself. Not bad. It fit well. And Brian liked him in the suit, that was a plus. Steve let his mind drift back to earlier when Brian had remarked on the suit. Steve pulled on his jacket and looked at himself. It would do. Hell, it was a good suit and it did look good on him. Couldn't argue with that. He looked at the clock: almost time to go. It wouldn't be that bad tonight. He still had no clue what really made him do this. Yes, it was for the children and all that feel-good-inside stuff. But the thought of being auctioned off sounded kinda fun. To spend a night entertaining the highest bidder. It just seemed fun. Not that he could really say that to Brian or Stefan. Brian, who had just about everyone who wasn't trying to kick his arse drooling over him. And Stefan had someone to go home to that wanted him. As for the people drooling over Brian, sadly he long ago was added to that list. Not that Brian knew or anything. Nope, not a clue. Which was the very living hell he woke up in everyday. Loving someone and them not having a clue. He supposed he could say something. But Steve couldn't see that going over very well. He had visions of Brian laughing at him, or worse yet, not saying anything at all and walking away. He didn't want to go anywhere near that idea or possibility. *Damn it! I'm going to be late,* Steve grumbled as he made his way out of his flat. He couldn't sit round and daydream, right now he had somewhere to be. Well, that didn't stop him from thinking about Brian on the way there. Some part of him wished Brian would show up at the benefit and buy him. But that thought would just set him up for a disappointment later. He arrived at the benefit, had his car taken by the valet, and walked in. He was directed to a waiting room, where a few of the other men had been told to wait as well. There were a few nicely dressed women walking around taking orders for drinks. Steve sat down in a dark green leather chair. There was a telly playing the replays of some football game from earlier. He rolled his eyes at it. One of the women went over to the telly and changed it to the footage of the people talking about why they were holding the benefit. He let his mind wonder to thoughts of Brian, his favourite subject, one that he should leave alone. Brian would laugh at him if he found that Steve loved him. It was his turn. Time to put himself on show in the name of doing good deeds. There was a man whowas reading a short bio speech about Steve's life. It was scary to think hislife could be summed up into a one minute long boring ass speech read aloud by an oldguy. The man rambled about how musically talented he was and where he had gone in hislife. Then the bidding began. Now going into this, Steve was hoping hewould just get sold and get the hell off the stage quickly. But the bidder and the audience seemed content on stretching out his stagetime. He kept thinking that whatever these people have heard about drummersis very much just hearsay. But nevertheless the running bid was 237pounds... Not the highest bid of the night, but Steve thought it to berespectable. And so far the woman who had made the bid was holding herground. She had out bid most of those around her. Steve thought she looked nice. Wearing a dark green dress and brown curly hair that fell on to her shoulders. *God I hope she is not a nutter ofsome sort,* he thought to himself. He tried not to think about thepossibilities... Because after all, what sane person would buy him? Hescanned the room and his eyes settled on a pair of eyes that were all tofamiliar. The only pair of eyes Steve felt he could truly fall into... Bluewith a dusting of green sparkle... Never to be mistaken to who they belonged to. Brian Molko. "Sold!" The man declared, athough Steve barely noticed. He was hopelesslylost, staring at Brian. "Sold to the beautiful lady in the green dress." Steve forced even more of an already forced smile to his face. He coulddream of Brian buying him. Of what they both could do in a night. But reality, with its nagging realism kept forcing its way back into his mind. And witha dose of reality, his cowardly heart's dreams were doomed to die. Not that he didn't mind being bought by the beautiful woman... She was, to say the least, not what he wanted. But he would be for her the perfect English Gentleman. He owed her at least that much. He got off the stage and was handed a packet of information. He assumed it was about where the dinner would be and such. It was set up a week from that day. A Saturday. Not bad. He didn't bother looking at the packet. He figured it wasn’t going anywhere. He made his way out to the main room and quickly located Brian at a table and joined him. "Well, you fetched a pretty penny didn't you?" Brian said as soon as Steve sat down. "It was more than a pretty penny." "True and there is the lucky lady over there..." He nodded toward her. Steve turned and looked at her, then turned back. "Aren't you going to say ‘Hi’?" "No." "No?" Brian thought about Steve's gloomy answer. He looked almost upset about something. But damn it if Brian knew what it was. Stefan he understood... Steve was a completely different matter altogether. Brian for the life of him just did not get Steve at all. It was almost as if Steve was upset that he had been bought. Gillian, the woman who had bought Steve, had known Brian for years. And Brian had asked her to come here. Well, that wasn't all he had asked her to do. But she was a genuinely nice person that wanted to help him out. The great thing was that Steve had no clue who had really bought him. Brian looked across the room and smiled as he saw Gillian leave the benefit. Brian really had no clue how to ask Steve out or even come remotely close to tell him how he felt. So, this was the easiest way. He had Gillian bid on Steve for him. And now he would just have to force his ass to meet Steve at the location set up by the people at the benefit. Brian would play the part of the interested friend and hopefully Steve would never be any wiser. "When will you be going to dinner with her?" "Next Saturday." He held up the packet, "This has all the info on the outing if you would like to read through it." "You seem disappointed" Brian couldn't help pointing out. "What? Is she not your cup of tea?" "I don't think I‘m disappointed." Steve knew that was a lie. *I’m disappointed because you didn't buy me. I’m not yours.* "You seem so... Down in the mouth. That is all." At that moment Brian would have paid his weight in gold to know what had Steve down. He ached to give Steve a hug. But this was too far of a public place to go round hugging Steve. Not that Steve was against hugs or not secure in public. But he did however have a touch of that 'I am a manly man' syndrome and it came up at weird times. Better not risk wasting the possibility of a good hug right now. Brian's mind backtracked to the whole waste a hug thing. *God, when was the last time I hugged Steve?* Brian's mind swirled with the thoughts of when he had even last touched Steve. He was sure it was about the time that he had decided close and friendly contact with one, namely Steve Hewitt, caused his mind to lose all rational thought, not that he had much rational thought before, but still, and his body to drag him round in a drugged haze of his own hormones. Needless to say, it was a very well thought out decision on his part. At least that’s what sounded good in theory. But when put to the test of everyday, he shuddered... All he could say was that it had cleaned up his act a lot. Not as much drinking, not shagging as many people as he did before. Hey, he was almost halfway respectable. *Oh no, not that... Of all things... but not being respectable. What am I do with myself???* But still, respectable was not that bad. At least not right now as he sat with Steve watching the rest of the bachelor auction. End Part Two Prev | Next Home |