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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 2 Okay, since people seem to like my ramblings about Brian's schooldays, here you go! :-) I changed the title of the whole thing, it's now called "Luxemburger Queen" (of course). This second chapter is called "Coming Home". "Brian?" "Brian!" Brian jumped out of his daydreams, which had pictured him to be the next Alec Guinness, and stared at his geography teacher who was standing in front of him, glaring down at him. He heard the rest of the class giggle and snigger. "Brian, would you please be so kind as to answer my question?" asked the burly man, who claimed to have achieved the ultimate wisdom concerning the shape of the world. "No, cause I didn't listen," Brian answered, annoyed. What was geography to him when he was going to be famous? The others laughed even more, but the teacher didn't seem to find his answer very funny. "You watch out, boy, or I'll give you detention! One day you'll look back and regret that -" The bell rang. Brian jumped onto his feet, grabbing his bag and jacket and hurried out of the room, leaving the teacher staring after him. So what? He didn't care! He had a lead role! He rushed home, not caring about anything, not even stopping to buy his usual sweets as he couldn't care less for jelly beans and chocolate right now. "Mom!" he gasped when he entered his home. "Mom, you won't believe -" "Oh, Brian!" His mother appeared in the kitchen door. "You won't believe what happened! Stuart got promoted!" Brian stared at her, confused. "Well, that's great for him, but Mom, they gave me a -" "Quick, he's on the phone right now!" Mrs Molko pushed her younger son into the kitchen and pressed the telephone into his hand. "Uhmmm... Stu?" "Hey, Bri! How are things?" "Great, you know, I got this really huge part in the current play and -" He almost winced as his mother poked him with her finger. "And congrats to your promotion," he ended, gritting his teeth. "Oh, that's nothing, I've seen it coming, that's what I've been working for after all. So what kind of play is that?" said his brother's cheerful voice. Before he could answer, his mother had already snatched the telephone away from him. "That's so exciting, Stuart, Dad will be SO happy to hear that! No, he isn't home yet... yes, of course I'll tell him right away! Or rather you should, why don't you call him at work? No, of course not, this is an exception, isn't it, no disturbance at all! Oh, honey, we're so proud of you!" That was enough. Brian couldn't stand his mother's chippering about brilliant Stuart's achievements for another second. He sneaked out of the kitchen and into his room where he slumped down on the bed, staring at the white ceiling. One day. One single day of fame and fortune, and bloody darling Stuart had to ruin it all! Instantly, he felt ashamed of himself. It wasn't Stuart's fault. He had been working to get the promotion for months now, he really deserved it. Still he had ruined Brian's triumph... what was a part in a stupid play to his parents, compared to a promotion for a banker? His hands searched for the radio and switched it on. Freddie Mercury's voice began to fill the silence of the room, only to be replaced by Brian May's guitar. Brian smiled a very sad smile. Well, those were guys who had made it! Nobody was going to call Queen losers... He sighed and took the play out of his bag, then turned to lie on his stomach and started to read it again - very selectively, only the parts where Jason had an appearance. Slowly, the anger began to fade, being replaced once again by pride and happiness. It was a bloody great role! And, he realized with malicious joy, he would get to kiss Michelle! Hah, she wouldn't like that, but here it was written: Jason and Cheryl would have one single but passionate kiss before being interrupted by Cheryl's true love Terence. Brian sniggered. So he'd get to kiss one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school! 'Wonder what that idiot Christian will say to that,' he thought before realizing that the Christian-type surely didn't have any interest in theater. Too bad. But then why should he try to impress Christian? Or Devin, Stefan, Michael, all those sport-idiots for that matter? Just a few days ago he'd overheard a conversation of Devin and Michael where Michael had admitted to being a virgin. Brian had almost laughed out loud! So the great basketball players couldn't get laid while the loser had lost his virginity one year ago! He sighed and closed his eyes, swooning in the memory of that event. Well, it had been a one-time-experiece, true, but he had done it and it had been great! She had been so pretty, and so nice and kind which he wasn't used to at all... The memory was so clear to him... just like it had been yesterday... They were sitting in his room, talking about the world and the universe, then suddenly she stopped talking to look at him. He felt uncomfortable but excited. "What?" he asked. "Have you ever... done it? You know..." she replied calmly and with a gentle smile. Brian felt himself blush. "Done... you mean... uhmm..... no....." He felt incredibly stupid and young, being two years younger than her, but she just threw him an excited glance. "So you're still a virgin then?" He nodded, unable to speak, too confused and a bit ashamed of the direction their conversation were taking. "Would you like to change that?" she asked with a wicked wink. Well, of course! Nervously, he started to undress her, scared, clumsy, even failing to manage to open her bra and expecting her to laugh at him and call it a joke any time, but she never did. She seemed to be very relaxed and didn't show any shyness when pulling the rubber over his cock (which she, to Brian's surprise, had been carrying around with her in her bra), but when Brian hesitatingly opened her legs to lie between them, he heard her whisper: "I'm still a virgin too, you know, so please don't hurt me..." Which made him even more nervous, of course! It seemed to hurt her a bit when he entered her, but she smiled at him to reassure him. "It's good... go on..." So Brian tried to relax, to enjoy, and after a few moments he succeeded to swallow down the excitement that almost bordered on panic; instead, he closed his eyes, concentrating only on the feeling that spread over his whole body, this total sum of pleasure and swoon. He managed to find a nice rhythm with her, hearing her moan under him, kissing her passionately, only interrupted by his own gasps. It didn't last very long, the sensation was too much for Brian to bear and he had to press his face against her to muffle his cry as he came... Brian suddenly realized he had opened his trousers and was touching himself while enjoying this memory, and the very same second he also became aware of footsteps in the hallway. He jumped with horror, pulled his pants up and just managed to get himself into a reading position again when the door opened and his mother's head appeared. "Dinner's ready, hon." "Yeah, yeah... I'll be there right away, okay?" "What are you reading?" So NOW she wanted to know, huh? Flash of anger. "Drama." "Nice. Come on now, it's getting all cold." The door closed. Brian sighed with relief. The last thing he needed today was his mom catching him 'doing sinful things', as she'd doubtlessly call it. She seemed to have a real problem with the concept of masturbation - among other countless things she objected to. He made his way into the kitchen and sat down at the table where his parents were already eating. "Hi, Dad." "Hello, son! Did you hear about Stu?" His father looked at him, beaming with pride. "That's my boy! And he's just started his career!" "Yeah..." Brian fled from the expected answer by stuffing his mouth with food, and when he swallowed it, he also tried to choke down his anger. He also wished that his father would only ONCE beam over HIS accomplishments that way he did now over Stuart's success. "How was school?" his father asked. Brian hesitated for a moment, then decided to give it another try. "I was given a lead role in the play." "Really? Congratulations." His father sipped at his glass of wine. "Have you gotten back your history exam yet?" "No." "I hope it's better than the last one. Look at Stuart, he always had good grades and now he's really on his way to the top!" Brian pushed his chair back, burning with fury. "I'm not hungry," he mumbled, rushing out of the room. "Brian!" his mother yelled. 'Fuck you!' he thought, grabbing his jacket and reaching for the door. "Where are you going?" his father asked angrily. "Out!" he snapped back. "Have you done your homework?" Without answering, Brian opened the door. "Brian! I said, have you done your homework?" his father inquired. He ignored him, jumped down the stairs and ran into the street. Why couldn't they even allow him to feel proud of himself ONCE? Why did they always have to show him how mediocre he really was? He realized that tears were streaming over his face and wiped them away without breaking his run. He only stopped when he had reached a small playground. It was deserted. He sat down on a swing and stared into the air, trying to figure out his feelings and trying to calm down. He heard himself sob with anger and disappointment. This was supposed to be his big day! Why didn't anyone notice? "Brian?" He froze with shock as he heard the male voice behind him and didn't dare to turn around. The last thing he needed now was one of his classmates to catch him crying in a playground! Yet mercilessly, footsteps approached. A shadow fell on him. He looked up. It was Frank from the drama club. "Hey, Bri, are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned at the younger boy. Frank was in his last year at school and he was one of the few people even in the drama club that Brian really liked, a pensive and kind guy, not much taller than Brian, with reddish-brown hair and cheerful green eyes in a rather soft face. Brian sniffed and wiped his nose. "Yeah, fine, just leave me alone, okay?" Frank ignored him and sat down on the swing next to him. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy! I was hoping to get Jason's part, you know? Now YOU got it and..." "Well, sorry I don't fulfill your expectations!" Instantly, he regretted his harsh words. Frank looked taken aback and stood up. "Fine then!" "Wait, I'm sorry, Frank. It's just..." Brian fought with words and then shrugged helplessly. Frank looked down at him with sympathy. "Life sucks?" he volunteered to help. Brian couldn't help smiling. "Yes. Very much so. Don't you just HATE your family at times?" "Sure I do." Frank sat down again, moving the swing slightly towards Brian. "Hey, don't let them drag you down!" "They don't give a fuck about what I'm doing, they don't give a fuck about me being in the drama club, all they ever care about is stupid grades and money and success..." His words were cut of by the choking feeling in his throat. He fought down another wave of tears. "Most people are like that, really," Frank answered softly, "don't mind them. I'm glad you got the part. I bet you'll be a great Jason." A bitter grin moved over Brian's face. "Yeah, right, even without any talent I'm able to pull a great Jason, all I have to do is to be myself, the loser..." "That's stupid, Brian, you ARE talented, everyone could see that in last year's play, even though you were only in two scenes." Brian looked at him and sniffed. "Really?" he asked. "Really." They sat silently side by side for a little while, each of them following his own thoughts and seeing the daylight fade slowly to the darkness of the evening. Suddenly, Brian broke the silence. "The basketball retards called me a faggot today." "Did they?" Frank asked. "Yeah. And a freak, a queer and stuff like that." "So?" Brian threw him a confused look. "What do you mean, so?" "So who cares?" Frank grinned. "I mean, even if you were the world's most flaming faggot, why should they care?" "Exactly," Brian spat out bitterly, "why should they? Nobody ever cares about me!" Silence again. "Are you?" Frank suddenly asked. "Huh? What?" "A faggot. Are you one?" Brian stared at him. "Hell, no..." Somehow he wished that had sounded a bit more convincing. "Sorry, don't mean to sneak into your privacy there." Frank shrugged. "Just curious." Brian realized he had blushed deeply. "Well, stick your curiosity somewhere else!" he muttered. Frank smiled. "Okay." "Just for your interest, I lost my virginity one year ago - with a girl, okay? And I liked it very much, it was great!" Brian suddenly realized he defended himself without being attacked. "As I said, sorry! It was only a question. I don't have problems with people being gay, didn't think you were that... suppressed." "I'm not!" "However." Frank reached out to brush the hair out of Brian's face. The touch of his hand sent a sudden flash of excitement through Brian's body, followed by a wave of anger. Great, now Frank had talked him into feeling gay! But he knew that was wrong. It wasn't the first time he felt thrilled in the presence of another boy. Aware that he was being too silent, he forced a smile. "So... what role did you get since I've stolen Jason from you?" "The bully. Craig." Frank smiled. "Nice to play that type of person for a change." Brian smiled back. "Well..." Frank stood up. "I have to go home, lots of stuff to do... you'll be okay?" "Sure." "Are you really sure?" Frank looked down at Brian. "You still don't look too happy..." "I'll be fine. Thanks," Brian added and meant it. He was feeling very grateful for Frank's kindness. "No problem." Frank looked at him thoughtfully. Then he smiled. "You know, in case it all breaks down on you again, just remember you get to snog with Michelle!" Brian sniggered. "Yeah, that'll be fun!" "I bet. That's why I was after the part, really." Frank winked at him, and Brian grinned back. "See you in the club, then," Brian said. "Yeah. Wednesday." "Right." Frank gave him a last smile and then turned to leave. Brian lowered his eyes and stared on the ground, lost in thoughts, but suddenly he felt a hand on his face, lifting it, and then lips were softly brushing against his own, followed by a quick lick of a tongue. Before he could assemble his thoughts, Frank had already jumped over the small fence that blocked the playground from the street and started to jog down the street, heading home. Brian tried to catch his breath again after the thrill that had captured his body. He realized that his hands were trembling. He swallowed and took a deep, deep breath while watching Frank's figure disappear behind a turn in the street, suddenly regretting him to have left, wishing him to come back, to turn the little tease of a kiss into a real one. Prev | Next Home |