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More Than Solace I actually wrote this fic a while ago, and I posted it to a couple of RPS-friendly lists I was on, but that was before I joined this one (before I even knew of its existence, really). So anyhow, here it is. :-) ----------------------------------------------- Title: More Than Solace Author/pseudonym: Bebisla Email: Bebisla@a... Fandom: RPS, Placebo Pairing: Brian Molko/Stefan Olsdale Series/Sequel: Um... I'm not sure. Maybe I'll write a sequel. Rating: NC-17 is apt, I s'pose. Archive: RS-X and BLB archives. Anyone else, ask. I'll probably give it to you; I'd just like to know where it's going. Authors Notes: All right, I realize that they do not all live together. I mean, Why would they? But for the purposes of this story, they do. Yet another thing that demonstrates that this is fiction. And Stefan's eyes- are they gray? Green? Blue? Brown? I can't tell. So I decided on gray. And thanks to Mike for the beta and for just being him. Disclaimer: THIS IS FICTION! They're not mine. I wouldn't be wasting my time on the computer if they were. *eg* Right, then. I mean no disrespect to Placebo, any of the boys, any of their signifigant others. I'm making zero money off of this. Don't sue me! Please? Feedback: Oh God, YES! He was lying in bed, his stereo playing softly in the background, considerate of Steve's slumber in the next room; they'd had a long week and he knew that they each needed as much sleep as they could squeeze in. He was exhausted as well, but inexplicably he found himself afflicted with insomnia. He swore under his breath and rolled onto his stomach, closing his eyes firmly, telling himself that he wouldn't open them again until the next morning. Five minutes later, his eyelids shot up. The slamming of the front door was deafening against the previous silence, causing Stefan to stand and walk to his own door, opening it just enough that he could see into the darkened hallway. The sound of platform heels falling violently on the hardwood reached his ears before his eyes adjusted well enough to make out Brian Molko's petite form rapidly moving toward his own bedroom. Seconds later that door was slammed as well, and Stefan heard the sound of metal grating against metal as the lock was turned. He stepped into the passage and heard Steve scream obscenities, then lapse into silence. Stefan assumed that he'd fallen back asleep, and hoped that was the case. Brian's room was on the opposite Stefan's own, and one door to the left. His knuckles met the surface softly. "Bri?" he called, loud enough for Brian to hear, but not so much that Steve would be reawakened. "Are you all right?" "Get the fuck away!" Brian's voice was harsh and a pitch higher than usual. "Brian, open the door." "I said 'GO AWAY!'" "Brian-" The door flew open, interrupting whatever Stefan was going to say. Blocking the entrance was Brian, a dark silhouette against the light that flooded from inside. His face was paler than usual, his expression frozen in an angry scowl, his green eyes flashing. "WHAT?!" "Are you all right?" "Do I fucking look all right?!" Stefan shook his head silently and moved inside the room, pushing Brian back gently and closing the door behind him. "Shhh. Steve's asleep." "Wake him up! Wake fucking everybody up! I. Don't. Care." Brian moved away from the door and started pacing the width of the room. "What happened?" Stefan's words remained soft and toneless, but his eyes communicated leagues of concern. "It's none of your business!" Brian shouted, his head turning sharply to glare at Stefan. Stefan barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes. They both knew what would happen. It had occurred countless times before. Brian would protest, Stefan would persist, Brian would finally confess, Stefan would comfort him, and Brian would be much better off for it. "Tell me." Brian halted suddenly. "What is it you don't understand about what I'm saying? Leave me alone. Go back to fucking bed." Stefan moved toward him, his bare feet noiseless on the carpeting. He stopped directly in front of Brian, his eyes looking straight into the smaller man's, their toes separated by a bit more than a foot. "Why do you always put up such a fuss? Can't you make this easy on both of us, just this once? We both know that you're going to tell me. So do it." Brian stepped backwards, his eyes still locked on Stefan's, and Stefan took a step forward. His voice wavered when he spoke. "No, Stef. Not this time. I can't... It- it's humiliating." "Look, Bri, I know it's tough, but you'll feel much better once you get it out," Stefan said, continuing to move forward, as Brian kept stepping back. "Stef, look, I-" Brian's words were cut off abruptly as he hit the wall. The eye contact between himself and his bandmate was broken by the jolt. Stefan kept his steps slow and even, but soon closed the distance between the petite lead singer and himself. He pressed his palms against the wall, caging Brian inside his arms. "Now, what happened?" "I'm not a child, and I don't have to do anything I don't want to. Including talking to you. Now leave me the FUCK ALONE!" Brian's expression shed any uncertainty and reverted to what it had been when he'd met Stefan at the door: pure anger. "Damnit, Brian, just-" "You want to know?!" Brian screamed. "You really want to know? He fucking CHEATED ON ME!" his voice rose shrilly and his fists came up to beat at Stefan's chest. "The bastard was fucking around on me!" His head thrashed wildly from side to side, his hair whipping around, hitting Stefan's cheeks until the blonde flinched away, his eyes blinking to avoid being stung by the black strands. Aside from that slight movement, Stefan was still. His wide gray eyes looked at his friend with sympathy and he made no effort to dodge Brian's weak blows. The smaller man had been through so much, been through so many relationships, all of which had ended poorly, most of which had ended up hurting Brian badly. Stefan didn't know how much more of this his friend could take, but he would be there for him, whatever happened. Brian's screeching was echoing through the room, assaulting Stefan's eardrums. "Fucking son of a bitch! He said, 'Brian, I'm sorry, but-'" Brian paused, and a sob escaped his throat, "'but I've been seeing someone else.'" His arms stilled and he buried them deep in his hair, ducking his head so Stefan wouldn't see the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. "Why does this always happen? Why can't I find someone? What's wrong with me?" Brian asked, choking on his sobs as he spoke. Stefan's arms came down and surrounded his friend, pulling him close. He could feel Brian trembling against him, and Brian's knees began to give until his full weight was being supported in his friend's strong embrace. They stood like that for a long time, Stefan stroking Brian's back gently, whispering soft words of solace to him. Eventually Brian quieted and his small body stopped shuddering. He disentangled his hands from his hair and moved them to Stefan's waist, then buried his face in the blonde's black t-shirt. He sniffled a few times, and he drew in several quick breaths of air, then moved back just a little, so he could look at Stefan's face. Stefan drew back as well, looking at Brian carefully. His eyes were red from crying and he had black stains from his mascara running down his cheeks. The areas under both of his eyes looked bruised from the smearing of his eyeliner, and his lipstick was smudged and smeared around his mouth. "Are you all right, now?" he asked. Brian pressed his lips together as though to even out his lipstick and he nodded. "I will be." Stefan's mouth curved up in an affectionate smile. "You look awful," he said, attempting to bring the spark back into his friend's eyes. It worked. Brian grinned and raised a hand to his face, rubbing under his eye with his first finger, then pulling it back. "God, I must," he said when he saw his stained finger. He stepped back from Stefan, stuffing his fingers into the pockets of the leather pants he was wearing. "I'm gonna go- you know. Shower." "I guess I'll go to bed then- If you're sure you're all right." Brian nodded. "Yeah. Um, thanks. You know." Stefan smiled. "Yeah," he said. ------------------------------------------------ "Stef?" His eyes fluttered open, though his name had been spoken softly, barely a breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, clearing away the fuzziness. "Hmm?" he asked sleepily, his eyes settling on the small figure in front of him. "Brian?" "Um... Are you- I mean, could-" Brian broke off, shifting feet every so often, not wanting to have to finish the request. It took him a few moments to clear his sleep-fogged mind and realize what Brian was getting at. He didn't want to sleep alone tonight. "Yeah, come on," he said, scooting over to make room for his friend and pulling back the blankets for Brian, his lips curving upward affectionately. Brian smiled gratefully and slid under the covers, snuggling against Stefan comfortably, settling his head on the larger man's shoulder. Stefan draped his arm over Brian's body and pressed his lips against the damp black hair, sighing. He didn't understand how anyone could not want to be with this beautiful, beautiful man. How could any person in their right mind hurt him? "'Night Stef," Brian murmured, interrupting Stefan's train of thought. "'Night Bri." ----------------------------------------------- He licked his dry lips and squirmed closer to the warm body that lay next to him, squashing him against the wall and half covering him. He was still mostly asleep when he slid his hands up the broad, smooth back, then moved them up to tangle in short, soft hair. He lifted his head as he dragged the other person's down, and pressed his lips firmly against the lush mouth he found. He heard the quiet sounds of his partner awakening, and smiled into the kiss, removing his hands and pulling back, opening his eyes for the first time as he did. They widened in shock. "Stef?" Stefan pulled back sharply. "What the hell-?" It took them both a moment to recall the events of last night, and how they came to be sleeping in the same bed. Brian smiled sheepishly. "Habit?" Stefan shook his head. "Yeah right. You just want my body," he said, his expression completely serious. A moment later they both dissolved in laughter. "Helluva way to wake up though, Bri," Stefan said, laying back against the mattress and stretching. "And I'm the one that wants you?" Brian's mouth quirked upward. "Ew, no. That would be like... Fucking a girl," Stefan retorted, his nose wrinkling in mock disgust. Brian stuck out his tongue, then tossed his head prettily and stood up on the bed, towering over Stefan. "I'm going to get dressed... You should shower." Stefan gaped. "As if you're Mr. Hygiene?" Brian nodded. "I washed my hair last night," he answered matter-of-factly, before hopping off the bed and leaving the room. Stefan smiled after him, stretching lazily. The bed felt... Different somehow. Empty. He shook the feeling off and got to his feet, moving toward the bathroom to follow a bit of advice he'd received. ------------------------------------------------ Steve was already awake when the other two got up, and the trio spent the day in the living room, writing music, eating junk food, mostly just languishing about. At around 9:30, Steve got up from the chair where he'd been sitting. "Where are you going?" Brian asked, his head tilted inquisitively. "Got a date," Steve said on his way down the hall. "With who?! Why wasn't I informed of this?" Brian demanded, jumping to his feet. "None of your bloody business," Steve called from his room. "Hmph. Everything that goes on around here is my business- You ought to know that." Stefan rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop it. You're such a baby." "I am not," Brian said, whining. "Thank you for making my point for me." "Oh, you're such a bitch." Stefan quirked an eyebrow. "Moi?" "All right, ladies. I'm out. Have a good night. Doing- Whatever you'll be doing," Steve smiled slyly and winked at them as he walked past. "See you tomorrow." Brian waited until the noise of the door slamming had faded. "So what now?" Stefan shrugged. "We could go see a show- But I don't know what's playing." "Fuck, no. I hate the movies. They're so... Boring! You have sit there for two hours just waiting for the damned thing to end. No." "Well, what then?" "Club?" Stefan rejected the idea. "Too noisy. I'm not in the mood." "Bar?" "Hmmm... I can't really think of a good reason not to. You?" "Nope. Let's go." ----------------------------------------------- "Well that was a waste of time," Brian said, tossing his jacket on the couch. Stefan sighed, nodding his agreement. "Why'd we go, again?" "Um..." Brian thought for a moment, not remembering. "Oh, yeah. Nothing better to do." "Oh. Right. Well, that was not better than nothing." Brian shook his head, agreeing. "An utter bore. And it's only 12:00- What do we do?" "Nothing. I just wanna lie around." "But we did that all day," Brian whined. "Fine, then," Stefan said. "You can go out. Alone." Brian sighed dramatically and collapsed on the couch. "Fine, if you're going to be like that. What's on the telly?" Stefan grabbed the remote control from the end table and tossed it to Brian, then sat down next to him. Brian channel surfed for a while, eventually settling on switching between the music channel and Hollywood Squares. "So, you're all right now, right?" Stefan said after a bit, his eyes on his friend, trying to sound casual. Brian looked at him, pausing his channel flipping and setting down the remote control. "Yeah... I just- I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. Just to say, you know, thanks." "Brian, you already-" "But not just- Well, I mean, for everything. You're always there when I need you. Ever since I've known you, you've been the one who let me cry on their shoulder, and who gave me comfort, and told me I wasn't fat, that I wasn't ugly, that... that I was loved." Brian's words came out quickly, all in the same breath. "That's what I'm here for," Stefan said flippantly, grinning. "No- No, don't. Don't make light of it. It really means a lot to me, and I honestly don't know if- well, how I'd have gotten through everything... If you hadn't been there." Stefan ducked his head, avoiding Brian's eyes. "Brian, you're stronger than you know. You'd be fine without me-" "But I wouldn't be, Stef. That's- I wouldn't be," Brian insisted, tears shining in his eyes. "Brian..." Stefan let his words trail off, not sure what to say. He turned his head and locked his eyes on Brian's. "You're more than worth it," he whispered, realizing that he was now sitting right next to the petite singer, and their faces were only inches apart. Brian was the one to close the distance, to press his mouth against Stefan's. It was so similar to the way he'd woken up this morning, but completely different. There hadn't been this- intensity to it this morning. This need. Brian slid his tongue across the seam of Stefan's lips, which opened easily under the prodding. Stefan's tongue brushed against Brian's sensually. Heat. Electricity. Passion. Their mouths met again and again, coming apart and clashing together. Stefan settled his hands on Brian's waist, and Brian curled his arms around Stef's neck. Their bodies were pressed together, then Brian was in Stefan's lap, and their mouths were clinging to each other, grinding against one another. Stefan's arms tightened, and so did Brian's, their hips ground together and Brian pressed Stefan down so they were lying together on the couch, their bodies bucking wildly. "Brian," Stefan moaned when their lips came parted, his hands gripping Brian's hips now. "Please... I need- Please," he begged. Brian sat up, his breathing hard and fast. "Bed- Bedroom," he gasped, and reluctantly got up, not wanting to separate himself from the blonde. Stefan jumped to his feet and pulled Brian against him again, kissing him over and over, his hands stroking Brian's back, his shoulders, his ass. They stumbled blindly to Stefan's room- the closer of the two- and fell onto the bed, tangled together. Somehow they struggled out of their clothes between harried kisses; shirts tugged over heads, pants shoved down and kicked off. Their sweat mingled and their slick bodies pressed together, their erections meeting, rubbing, their legs twined together. The covers from the bed were gone, had been thrown off sometime, and they rolled over and over, shoved down, pressed against the wall, against the headboard. Brian was on his back, Stefan was on top of him, supporting his weight with his arms, and when they broke for air once again, Brian gasped, pleading for Stefan to fuck him. Brian's eyes were glowing hotly, his skin was scorching, and the time it took for Stefan to fumble through the nightstand drawer for a condom and lubricant was torture. Finally, the package was torn, the rubber was rolled on, and the lube was slicked onto Stefan's cock. He covered his fingers with the slippery substance and slid his first digit inside Brian, eliciting a shriek of pure lust. "Stop, stop. Just fuck me, please, please." Stefan slammed himself into Brian's arsehole, groaning loudly as he did. Tight- so tight. So hot. He reached between their bodies with his slick hand and gripped Brian's cock, pumping it in time with his fast-paced thrusts. Brian was screaming with need, and Stefan was moaning loudly, moving faster, faster, their bodies melting together, and then it was as if they were only one person, one being. Stefan came first, exploding in a rush of ecstasy, pure ecstasy, want, need, lust. A culmination of all of Brian's teasing touches, all the soft 'friendly' kisses, all the years of watching that ass in pants so tight they must've been sewn on. Brian's orgasm followed closely, his screams echoing through the room, his arsehole clenching, his fingernails raking down Stefan's back, his head thrown back, his entire body arched and tensed and it was hell, hell and heaven and oblivion, wrapped together, forming one tight ball of sinful rapture. And then it was over and Stefan collapsed on top of him, and they both struggled to draw breath, sapped of all their strength and energy. The heat was pouring off of them, and Stefan finally rolled over, his arms flung wide, embracing the cool air. Brian rolled himself onto his side, facing Stefan. He smiled wearily. Stefan's smile mirrored Brian's, and he lifted his head just slightly while Brian lowered his and they kissed again, but this time sweetly and slowly, leisurely. When the kiss ended, Brian snuggled close to Stefan, much the way he had the previous night, but of course, it was different. Different because he was closer, different because Stefan's arms around him were tighter, different because they were naked and exhausted and sated. Different because, as Brian drifted of into sleep, his voice, tired and happy, whispered, "I love you, Stef." -Fin- Home |