They stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door, then Frank pressed Brian against the door and sneaked his hands under the skirt. Brian let out a moan, never breaking the kiss, and shifted into a better position so Frank could get beneath his underwear, but before Frank ever really got there, he broke lose and stepped backwards, shaking his head.

"I can't do this," he muttered.

Brian gasped angrily. "Hey, why not, you're a gay guy, I'm a bisexual guy, where's the fucking problem, and don't tell me it's your stupid girl!"

Frank pressed hin hands onto his face. "Bri, please, this may be easy for you but -"

"But not for you? Frank, you fucked me! So where's the problem with some kissing?"

Frank shrugged helplessly. "What - what if someone notices this? What then..."

"Coward."

"I know."

Brian arranged his clothes again and moved in front of the mirror to take care of the damage the tears had done. Frank watched in silence. Then Brian turned to him. "Good bye then," he said menacingly, "go back to your fiancée and high society and homophobic friends! Hell, even Christian has come further out of his closet than you!"

"Christian?" gasped Frank.

Brian stared and silently cursed himself. That certainly wasn't the best way to get Frank back, was it? Why did his mouth always work seperated from his brain?

"You met Christian?"

"Yes," Brian said with a sigh, "quite so."

Frank stared. "You - you went to bed with him."

"Yes." Brian squirmed. "I didn't plan it, we were both drunk and I don't know, I somehow woke up in his bed... but that's not the point here. The point is that you're fucking up your life without intending to do anything about that!"

"How is he?"

"Christian?"

"No, Father Christmas." Frank sneered. "Of course Christian."

"Well, he's - seems to be okay. Is in a consulting firm. Still looks gorgeous." Damn it, thought Brian, I tell you, tongue, if you don't wait for my brain I'll cut you out! "Seems to have a crush on me since he started to harrass me on the phone."

Frank smiled. "He always had a crush on you."

"I guess."

"I know." Frank laughed. "Told me so." The 'oops-did-I-really-say-that'-expression on his face then indicated that he had the same problem as Brian.

"He TOLD you? When?"

Frank blushed. "We, uhm... had a talk. Before... before I left. I told him to - to leave you alone."

"And he told you -"

"That he had a crush on you. That it was none of my business what he did, since I'd be in America and couldn't control you."

Brian stared. "You twisted little son of a bitch! He wanted me and - you threatened him, I suppose?"

"Told him I'd tell his parents about him..." Frank blushed. "Hey, Bri, I was a stupid teenager. It was pretty mean."

"Especially since you broke off immediately."

Frank blushed even deeper. "I know."

As angry as Brian was, he couldn't help feeling a bit flattered. "You were so jealous, then?"

Frank smiled sheepishly. "Yes. I couldn't bear the idea that you could be with Christian... and now it's happened anyway." He sighed. "Guess it was supposed to be that way."

"I don't want him," Brian whispered before he could stop his mouth, "I want you."

One second of looking into those large bright puppy eyes, and Frank was on Brian's lips once more, pressing him gently against the wall this time.

"I missed you," he murmured through the kisses, "I really did."

"Did you have any boyfriends?" Brian asked breathlessly while trying to get his hands beneath Frank's blazer and shirt.

"Yeah, sure, after a while..." Frank's right hand sneaked below Brian's skirt once more. "But so did you."

"Not at school," moaned Brian before starting to suck at Frank's neck.

Frank shivered slightly at this. "But later."

"Sure. And girls." Brian freed himself from Frank's grasp and let himself fall onto his knees, fumbling with Frank's trousers. "And Stefan."

"Stefan? Like - Stefan? Olsdal? School?"

"Uh-huh." Brian had finally managed to open the zipper and pulled down the trousers. "We're in the same band. He's bassist. I sing and play guitar. We just broke up some months ago." He lowered his mouth onto Frank's already hard cock.

As much as Frank wanted to know more about this, he just couldn't ask at the moment. He gave himself over to Brian, closed his eyes and tried not to groan too loudly.

"Where the fuck IS he?" Steve asked, approaching Stefan. A very tipsy Annette clung to him, looking rather tired.

"In the bathroom," replied Stefan, "giving Frank a blowjob."

Annette woke with a start. "WHAT?"

Steve only gaped.

Stefan shrugged helplessly. "Well, I wanted to check whether he was all right since it took him ages and so I called from outside and nobody answered and so I peeked in and, well, he was just giving Frank a blowjob. Guess there goes my affair for tonight."

"But how can he DO that?" exclaimed Annette furiously. "After what that jerk did to him!"

"Who knows, maybe they talked it over or something like that..." replied Stefan.

"Still," said Steve, frowning, "that's a bit quick, isn't it? And now? He can't go home with Frank! Frank's girl is here somewhere and probably expects him to fuck her tonight."

"Well, the stupid cunt really shouldn't try to get between Bri and his Frank," growled Annette. The two men grinned at her protectiveness.

"I hate to tell you, Nette, but he's not your little sister," Steve said softly and with utmost admiration in his voice, as well as a hint of disbelief that this beautiful creature wanted to be with him.

Annette threw him a cool glance. "Says who? Brian's officially adopted me. He always wanted an older sister, so - here I am."

Stefan laughed. "Can't wait till he introduces you to his mom... 'Mom, here's my-' and then she like, 'Oh, Brian, have you finally found a girl for you?' and then he like 'Uhm, yeah, sort of, she's my new big sister. Say hi to your mom, Annette.'" Stefan giggled. "Hehe, I'd like to see her face then... she'd probably think it was some screw-up of her husband..."

"I'm no screw-up, thank you very much!" Annette said, sniffing with mock arrogance. "And anyway, this isn't about me. This is about Bri and this bastard who dares to allow Brian to give him a blowjob!"

"So what are you going to do about it?" asked Stefan. "Invade the bathroom, drag Brian onto his feet and punch Frank?"

"Sounds good."

Steve patted her back. "Now, now, honey, he's an adult man and if he wants to suck him, he's got a right to do it."

"But Steven, he NEVER knows what's good or bad for him and -"

"And that's none of your business unless he's really harming himself," said Steve as softly and sincere as possible, "or others, for that matter. Maybe he HAS a chance with Frank. Do you want to be the one to spoil it?"

Annette looked at her feet. "No," she muttered.

"See?"

She sighed and then threw the two men a smile. "I guess I'm just tired."

"I guess there's trouble ahead," said Stefan, looking across the room where Sarah was running around frantically, obviously looking for someone. "Excuse me, you two."

He ran off and out of the room and to the bathroom. He hesitated for a moment, and then knocked. "Brian?"

A muffled sound like that of a stifled moan, and then a "yeah" from Brian.

"I just - see, there's this girl outside and she's desperately looking for the man she's engaged to... and if, in any case, you know where he is, you'd better make sure he gets his pants on again before she finds him."

Pause.

Then the door opened and a Brian with very smudged lipstick leered up to him. "Sarah?"

"If that's her name." He looked past Brian. "Hi, Frank."

Frank's face was as red as any face could get. "Hi, Stefan," he mumbled while arranging his clothes.

Brian turned back to Frank. "So?"

"So?" Frank asked back.

"Your GIRLFRIEND is searching for you. You'd better go quickly before she doesn't like you anymore."

Stefan felt quite uneasy to be the cause of this unkind change of interaction between the two.

Frank looked at Brian.

Brian looked at Frank.

Frank looked at Stefan and then sighed. "Damn it," he muttered, "damn me."

"You could always come to my place tonight," Brian said, his voice cool but with an undeniable hint of hope. Frank continued to just stare.

"Hey," said Stefan, "maybe - maybe I could try and divert her a bit, huh, give you two some time to sort this out..."

Brian turned to him and gave him the warmest look Stefan had ever seen on his face. "You'd do that?"

Stefan shrugged. "Sure."

Brian flung himself into his arms and kissed him. "Thanks, Stef! You're the best-ever guy on this planet, do you know that?"

"Nah," said Stefan, smiling sillily and blushing.

"Yes, you are! The bestest-everest! That is, you together with Stevie-beanie." Brian pressed his face against Stefan's chest for a moment, then he let them go.

"Well," said Stefan, looking at Frank one more time, "I'm off then. But don't take too long. I'll do my best..."

"Love you," said Brian, "platonic, that is. But very much."

Stef smiled a "me-too"-smile and left, closing the door behind him. Brian quickly went and locked it before turning back to Frank.

"Well?" he asked.

Frank squirmed. "Brian, this isn't easy!"

"I know," Brian replied softly, feeling calmer now after Stefan's visit "and it's going to be more and more difficult with every single day you let pass without telling people who you really are."

"But I don't even know who I really am!"

"Yes, you do." Brian smiled. "You knew it well enough when you kissed me. Twice. And when you let me blowjob you."

Frank sighed.

"Look," said Brian, "I don't expect you to come home with me tonight and fuck like a madman. Just - please think. About yourself, your life, about what you're doing to that girl. Then break up with her. Then tell your friends and family. And then call me."

Frank looked at him for a while. "Are you sure?"

"It's the only way you'll ever -"

"No. Not that. About me calling you."

Brian smiled. "Yes. Absolutely sure."

Frank hugged him, and Brian leaned against him. "Thanks," whispered Frank against Brian's ear. "Thanks a lot, Bri. For so much."

"I love you," Brian whispered back, "can you imagine that? After all you did, after all these years?"

"Yes," Frank answered hoarsely, "I can very well imagine that!"

[Okay, this one was rather short and I don't think I'll be able to post another one before I go on my 4 week vacation. But I'll continue in September!]