#brianxreader

pronouns: She/Her ; warnings: eventual smut, crude language, smoking, drinking (let me know if i missed any)

Brian x FEM!reader

you spent all your free time during your first shift talking with brian. you learned he loves slipknot and deftones, horror movies and monster energy drinks. you felt an instant connection with him, feeling like you'd know him for years even though you'd only met that day. by the time 8:00 pm arrived you felt sad to leave him.

"how was your first shift?" you boss tony asks as you clock out

"pretty good. seems pretty easy" you say, walking to the front of the restaurant

"good to hear. your scheduled for this tuesday, 3:30 to 8:00."

"i'll be there" you say laughing slightly

you exit the establishment the cold air hitting your bare arms. you look out into the parking lot to see if your mom had arrived yet. you don't see her car so you dial her phone number and press the red plastic to your ear

dude where are you

i'm sorry honey i'm stuck in traffic. an SUV hit a telephone pole. the whole fucking road is blocked off by police

what the fuck am i supposed to do?

just wait there until i can get out of this

how long do you think that'll be?

probably 45 minutes

that's bullshit

i'm sorry, honey but i can't control when people crash their cars.

i know, mom. i'll be waiting here

ok, sweetie. i'll be there as quick as i can. i love you.

i love you, too

you snap your phone shut and sit on the curb. you rub your arms to create any form of heat, though it isn't very effective. you hear the ding of the door opening and you look behind you, brian walks out and instantly pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

he looks at you "you're still here? i thought you left like 10 minutes ago."

you sigh, looking up at the tall boy "my mom is stuck in traffic. can i have one?" you point at the blue pack of menthol Newports.

he nods handing you a white stick. you place it in between you lips and he leans down to light it. you inhale the minty smoke and blow it out with ease.

he eyes you up and down "hey are you cold?"

you flick the growing ashes away and nod slightly. "kinda, yeah"

he begins unzipping his black hoodie "here take my sweater."

"no i can't. you'll be cold"

he places his cigarette in between his lips "i dont care if i'm cold."

"you're too nice" you say grabbing the large sweatshirt.

you hand him your cigarette as you slip your arms in the sleeves. you zip it up, the black cloth engulfing you. he brings his hand thats holding your cigarette to your mouth, you open it slightly to allow him to place it between your lips. you look into his eyes that are fixated on your lips, his fingers brush your pink lips as you take a drag from the cigarette he still holds onto. you reach up to take the cigarette out of your mouth again, your fingers lightly brushing his. you stand in silence for a while, look back and forth between each others eyes and lips. this closeness doesn't feel uncomfortable even though you barley know him.

he was the first one to break the silence "can i talk to you at school?"

the question caught you off guard slightly "yeah if you'd like"

"you seem really cool, y/n. you're like no one i've met before"

you blushed heavily and looked down at your feet "i think you're really cool too" you smile.

"i should get back to the kitchen" he throws his cigarette down to the ground and smothers the spark with his beat up shoe

"do you want your sweater back?" you say as he backs up towards the door

"give it to me at school" he calls out as he opens the glass door

you stand there reflecting on the previous interaction. replaying him lighting your cigarette, him putting it in between your lips, the look he was giving you. you take a deep breath in, smelling the cheap axe body spray that soaked the sweater that looked more like a dress on you. you feel your heart flutter when you think about his long fingers and his think pink lips. you know this feeling all too well, the formation of a crush is not something you are foreign to. you are always quick to fall for boys you see in the halls, but Brian is different than that. this connection feels real, unlike anything you've ever experienced. as you are thinking about everything that has happened this evening your mom pulls into the parking lot.

you open the door and swiftly get it "hey, mom."

"hey, sweetie! how was your first day?"

"better than expected"

"that's so nice to hear. was it difficult?"

"not really. i literally just have to punch numbers into a machine and push for people to spend more money"

"i'm so happy for you, honey."

"yeah..."

she looks over at you "where did you get that sweatshirt? it's huge on you"

"oh my coworker brian gave it to me because i had to wait for you"

"is he cute?"

Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by the amazing writer and my friend and proofreader @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 9: A kinky song

Song: Star Star - The Rolling Stones  and here is a live version of it, where you can see Mick riding a giant cock on stage

Pairing: FreddiexReader, BrianxReader, JohnxReader, RogerxReder

Third and final fic for today! More to come from tomorrow.

Warnings: sex, sex, sex and….sex.

The actual title of the song is Star Fucker and the reader is a groupie, do I need to say more??

That night’s gig was coming to an end. You winked at Freddie and the singer approached the front row, where you were standing, your arm extended and you passed him a note saying “Can I come backstage?” Freddie nodded almost invisibly.

After the band’s bows, as you were heading backstage the security guard wouldn’t let you go through. “Please miss, you are not allowed go in there!!”

“Freddie gave me permission to go backstage, please let me pass!” you pleaded.

“I am not notified, I am sorry.” your plan was falling apart and you were about to get disappointed when Freddie appeared out of nowhere, heading to your destination as well.

“What is going on darlings?” the singer asked with a cheerful but tired-sounding voice.

The security guard spoke before you could utter a syllable. “Freddie, have you invited this girl backstage ??”

“Well, yes I have. Is there a problem?” Freddie inquired.

“I couldn’t let her pass since I didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but now you can go in there young lady.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed and walked alongside Freddie Mercury.

“So what’s your name love?” Freddie had a very relaxed breeze accompanying him. Being around him felt very natural.

“I’m (Y/N)! Nice to finally meet you Freddie!”

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N)!” the frontman replied.

He led you all the way to his dressing room, where you made out. Freddie had taken the lead, kissing and exploring your mouth when you led him to the small bed that was in the room. That, resulted in an emotionless sex session, just you two seeking some pleasure, or in your case, looking to make your way to another band member.

The following day, you returned for that night’s gig, and faced no problem making your way backstage. As soon as the concert was over, you were hanging out with the band and the rest of the groupies. This time, you managed to catch Brian’s attention and the tall man led you to his dressing room.

The seemingly shy and composed guy transformed into an animal in bed. It was a rough sex session, him pounding in and out of you with extreme force and speed and you were grunting, panting and shaking along Brian with the strain. The guitarist seemed to be trying to let off steam he had gathered over some time period that made you wonder what it must be like in his brain.

By the third night the security guards would let you go wherever you wished. Tonight was the bassist’s turn. You were walking, seemingly absent-mindedly, when you met John going to his dressing room. You started talking to him, walking along and managing to convince him to have sex with you. The quiet boy had only one request. He wanted to go to a hotel to ensure your and his privacy. You agreed without giving it much thought. The two of you headed to a nearby hotel, got a room and discarded your clothes.

The young bassist was a romantic, and you moaned as he penetrated you so slowly and oh, so deeply you could cry from the sexual frustration. Still, this made your climax much more pleasurable and rewarding.

John was a gentleman, and insisted you slept with him that night. He wasn’t in love with you, he just believed sex should be this way. Thus, he cuddled you and you both fell asleep.

The next morning you took a shower, got dressed and the two of you parted ways.

You were heading to another Queen gig, fourth night in a row and you hoped it would be the lucky one. The one you would finally get to spend time with the man you desired. Roger Meddows Taylor.

The two of you were sitting on a couch in a living-room-like space, conversing. That was, until things started heating up and Roger ‘attacked’ your lips, getting on top of you and leaving bite marks all over your neck. He courted you, making out with you, leaving both of you almost breathless, while his hands worked to discard your clothes, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off your legs along your pants, then taking off your t-shirt, breaking the kiss only to take it off your head. He then unhooked your bra. Now it was your turn to unbutton his shirt and take off his stage tights.

You were lying, naked, underneath the blonde drummer with his huge, fully engorged cock right outside your entrance. He had buried his head on the crook of your neck, kissing you, his hand working on one of your erect nipples. He was doing everything he was capable of in order to make sure you were relaxed enough to take his length inside you, wet enough to not feel pain.

You were enjoying his treatment beyond belief, eyes closed, lost in pleasure and just as the drummer entered you, your eyes snapped open at the feeling of being suddenly like that. Indistinguishable pain and pleasure sparked through your body, when his full length had penetrated you.

The blonde boy was equally lost as he started moving inside you, eliciting moans from both you and himself that completed the atmosphere clinging around you.

A sudden gasp and then a scram of  bliss escaped you as he hit your G-spot continuously, and Roger whispered in your ear “Gonna make you scream all night…” in a low, promising tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Your bodies moved so well synchronised for an impressive amount of time, making you wonder and admire his stamina as you were uproaching the end of the first round.

A ‘Come for me!” in his earand his last push inside you on your sweet spot, was all it took to send both over the edge, orgasming at the same time, and Roger moaning “Ugh, starfucker!” before collapsing on your body.

You stayed like that for a couple of minutes to catch your breath and regain your composure before adressing him. “Why did you call me starfucker when you finished?”

“Hmm? Oh…” he turned to face you, “because you are. You fucked with my entire band, my three best friends. You are a starfucker, aren’t you?”

“Ughhhhh…” you couldn’t accept it like that, and Roger saw that, thus he got up, offered you his hand and led you to the turntable, searched through the vinyls until he found ‘Goats Head Soup’ the Stones’ album and played Star Star for you.

The words ‘You’re a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star’ echoed in your head, and you attacked Roger’s mouth, whispering in his lips “Honey, I’m open to anything, I don’t know where to draw the line…”

Roger reciprocated and depened the kiss on the course to round two…

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

This either made you cringe or I really hope you  enjoyed this……fic. Although, since you probably belong to the kinkiest, horniest and previest Queen fandom that obviously wants to fuck with all four members, this must have been heaven for you no matter what mistakes it had, or how poorly written it is….

Since smut fics are quite difficult for me to write, I am desparate for feedback. So pleeeeeeeaaaaase tell me what you thought of it with an ask (anon or not), private message, comment, even with a like. I don’t care whether it is bad or good, I wanna know if it’s worth losing so many hours of studying for school lately to write 14 fics.

Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by the amazing writer and my friend and proofreader @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 5: A song that is a remake/remix/cover of another song

Song: Teasin’ Around - Brian May

Pairing: BrianxSusan, BrianxReader

I know what you’re thinking… DYNM? Again??? Does that girl not have any ideas??? Hmmm… No. I really don’t. Oh and brace yourselves. There is a sequel as well.

My sincere apologies if your name is Susan, I needed to use a name.

This obviously takes place before Did You Notice Me?

Brian singing the blues while feeling blue. (I know. Why did she have to write that as a fic description? That is exactly what I am thinking too)

“I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. No, nobody, I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. I may be weak, I may be strong, I may be right, lord knows, I may be wrong, but I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. I’ve been in love lately, I’m not a fool you see. You left my heart aching, a lonely, lonely melody. So say you want me, you want me back. Darling, I’ll give you loving, baby, you’ve never had. Oh, I don’t want nobody teasing around with me. I may be deaf I may be blind, baby, I can talk, and I’m sure gonna speak my mind. Oh, I don’t want nobody teasing around with me.”

The other three had just entered the studio, and found their guitarist in the recording room, belting out the blues, with such an emotional burden, it was hard to bear hearing him like that. They didn’t even seem to have a glimpse into what was going on. The three guys hadn’t seen him since the previous morning, but they could tell something was definitely wrong when Brian was singing the blues with such passion, even more when recording such a song.

When he finished the song, the curly man was calmer and, as always, composed. The other three didn’t say a word and just complimented him on the song and got on with their day on the studio, working, composing, recording one song after the other. John kept a closer eye on Brian, trying to figure out what was bothering him, but couldn’t quite make it up. The younger boy was sure of one thing though. The lanky guitarist was distant and a bit absent-minded.

After many hours of productive studio work, the four guys called it a day, and as they were about to separate ways, Freddie spoke up. “I’m famished and feel like eating japanese. Care to join me?” while adding in his mind, the fact that in that particular place they could have a quiet and private conversation.

Exclamations in agreement arose from the other three bandmates and the four of them headed to that small, dimly lit place they had grown to love.

The band had entered the place and placed their order, then spotted a quiet and empty table where they could easily talk.

“So, Bri, what’s bothering you?” Roger asked, not able to wait any longer. Brian was taken by surprise.

“Me? Nothing! How was that idea formed in your blonde head?” Brian teased him, almost succesfully hiding the uneasiness in his voice. He was expecting their frontman to speak this time, and the taller guy knew how dodge the frontman’s persistent questions, but Brian was in bad luck.

“Brian who are you kidding? We hadn’t seen you since yesterday morning, and the first thing we saw you doing this morning was singing, recording actually, a blues song with such passion. You really did mean those lyrics you were singing. How many people have you met singing first thing in the morning blues songs? And even worse, how many times have YOU been singing the blues first thing in the morning? And okay, let’s say the song stuck in your head and you wanted to record it, there was clearly something bothering you, in fact still is, the whole session. You were distant and absent-minded. You didn’t even get in a single fight about even the slightest detail in one of our songs. You. The guy that won’t shut up unless he has got his way and everything is perfect. You wish to tell me there is nothing wrong.” John concluded, making Brian want to vanish. The taller guy was sure his cheeks had turned crimson red in the meantime.

“Dammit John! Why do you have to be so observant?” Brian exclaimed slightly frustrated he had been ‘caught’ and should explain it all to the other three.

“Thankfully he is. So tell us now, or I dragged you over here for nothing.” Freddie added and Brian looked at him surprised.

“So this was a whole plan of yours?” the guitarist inquired but the other three wanted to hear the story so the singer just hummed rushedly in agreement.

Brian huffed to let out some of his frustration and picked up his story. “Do you guys remember Susan? Well. we broke up yesterday.” His band was about to say they were sorry and give him hope but the lanky guitarist cut them off. “No, no, no. It’s not that. You know I did love her, but lately her behaviour had changed and she turned out to be a bitch, revealing another side of her, one I did not like. So I told her I wanted to end it. What bothered, to be honest, still bothers me, is that she started saying things that were false, trying to make me feel guilty, saying it was my fault she behaved that way and tricking my mind into believing those things. I had honestly started doubting and blaming myself, when she gave away herself by accident, making a slight mistake in what she was saying. I was furious. I turned around and left immediately. My heart and mind were raging. I might have not liked how she behaved lately, but I still respected her and cherished our moments. That mind game has made me to hate her beyond belief. That was the reason I wanted to let out my emotions with that song. Are you contented now?” Brian concluded.

Brefore the others could give any kind of answer, the waitress appeared with their order, placed the dishes in front of them, and left.

This time Freddie was the quickest to answer. “Bri dear, you have a week tops to get over that. This time next we are playing a gig. Make sure you find a fan, a groupie, a girl in general to get along with, okay?”

Brian nodded with a hesitant smile tugging at his lips.

Brian was playing Keep Yourself Alive when he noticed you. Yes, you were standing in the shadows, but you had captured him without your knowledge. If you did, you’d be over the moon.

Brian was looking at you, not able to look away, when a sneaky smile spread on his face. He remembered what their frontman had told him a brief week ago, playfully, teasingly, yet, here he was. Having set his eyes literally, and his heart, and brain figuratively on you.

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

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Challenge: 2018 VDay Chalenge by @prettyxlittlexwriter

Prompt: Feb 13: Your guilty pleasure song

Song: She’s A Rainbow - The Rolling Stones

Pairing: Brian x Reader

Guys, this isn’t proofreaded, not even by myself, I literally finished writing this five minutes before uploading it.

Note: I fucking hate this song, but I love it at the same time. If you don’t want it making a permanent nest in your mind, DO NOT listen to it. Avoid it at all costs.

Moody Brian due to constant raining, takes a stroll in the rain along the reader.

It had been raining for days. Brian's mood was worsening with each passing second. The anxiety and nervousness from the final exams he had just sat were tearing him apart as he was nervously waiting for the scores. Given the season, he would normally stargaze at nights, go swimming, work some kind of summer job. But no! This time he couldn't run away from his demons. He was trapped in his small London apparent, having nothing to do. He didn't even feel like playing his beloved Red Special. The curly guitarist was lying numb on the couch, watching the pouring rain outside his window, feeding endlessly his melancholy that was currently wearing him down. That whole day seemed the same. It felt like hours passed by, but not really. Until Brian fell asleep.

When the curly boy finally woke up again, he had no idea what time it was. He was lost. If he didn't know what time it was before he fell asleep he, now, didn't know if it was still summer. The first thing he did, when he managed to open his eyes, was look out of the window to try and determine which part of the day it was. It looked early morning to him, and the guitarist wondered how many hours he had slept. Until he noticed something else.

“Is it still fucking raining?” he exclaimed, irritation and disbelief audible in his voice.

With great difficulty, Brian got up and headed to his small bedroom to find out what time it was exactly by his alarm clock, the only one that was in the house. A groan escaped him at the clock's indication. It was half past six in the morning.

“Dammit! What am I supposed to do? I can't spend another day in here, I will go mad.” the astrophysics student announced to no one but himself, when an idea sparked in his mind. Imperial College was only a few blocks away. He could use a tinsy bit of fresh air and a short walk and why not take a look at the curriculum for next year's courses? Moreover, he would probably have the same peaceful silence but different surroundings. He spent the time until the college library would open by making breakfast and eating it with whatever ingredients he had in the house.

At eight o'clock sharp, he got dressed, grabbed his coat and umbrella and walked out of the door, still with a bad mood, this time with a hint of hopefulness.

After a ten-minute route and constant cursing about the rain he was finally outside the university's doors. The tall man made his way through the empty corridors until he reached the library.

He entered the, oh, so familiar room, expecting it to be completely deserted. But it wasn’t, on a table in front of a window, there was a girl who was reading and admiring the beautiful sight the rain offered. She simply adored it. Brian huffed and chose a chair with his back turned to the window, he couldn’t stand the sight anymore.

Once again, the guitarist didn’t notice how many hours had passed. That was until the cute girl had gotten up and was ready to leave, and just when Brian thought he wouldn’t have even the slightest interaction with any human, the girl, wearing blue trousers and a gold sweater spoke to him.

“Hey, Bri, are you gonna stay here forever? The closing time is in five minutes, are you planning on inhabiting the library?” she teased him.

“Oh, (Y/N)! Really? Seems like I have lost the notion of time lately with the monotonous rain. I can’t stand it anymore.” a sigh escaped him, but you seemed to have a different opinion on the subject.

“Oh, Brian! It’s beautiful, do you want to go for a walk together, and maybe you’ll change your mind.”

Brian doubted your claim, but he would rather die than go again in his asphyxiating apartment, so he agreed.

You led the way, until you reached a small wood with pine trees. “Brian just smell this magical scent. Isn’t is magnificent? I love it!!! The scent of these pine trees accompanied by the water drops that are making their way through the pines. Just close your eyes, feel the rain and take in as much of this smell you can.” you advised him, and the tall guy obeyed, doing just as he was told.

When he reopened his eyes, a handful of seconds later, his facial expression was different. His jubilation couldn’t be expressed with words, but you could see it. He had just learned to dance in the rain. Not simply getting wet. He thanked you and you continued your stroll in the rain, until it stopped completely and a huge rainbow appeared in the clear blue sky.

‘She's like a rainbow, coming, colors in the air, oh, everywhere, she comes in colors. Have you seen her dressed in blue? See the sky in front of you, and her face is like a sail, speck of white so fair and pale, have you seen a lady fairer?’

Brian couldn’t help but compare you to a rainbow, since his negative approach towards rain wouldn’t have changed unless you had taken him out of it.

The two of you spent the entire day together, grabbing lunch in a restaurant, hanging out and now, you were gazing at the bright sunset, with your hands entangled with each other’s.

’Have you seen her all in gold? Like a queen in days of old, she shoots her colors all around, like a sunset going down, have you seen a lady fairer? She comes in colors ev'rywhere, she's like a rainbow… Coming, colors in the air, oh, everywhere, she comes in colors. She's like a rainbow…’

I hope this didn’t have any spelling or grammatical errors, but I’m sure it does. Anyway…

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Request: Brian is like embarrassingly ticklish, has managed to hid it from the whole team, the team finds out, starts to tickle him, he gets away, the team catches him, tickles him worse, then tells him this will happen alot cause that's what family does. Fandom: Fast and Furious Pairings: Reader x Brian Warnings: A bit of fluff.  A few little details have been changed. Authors Note: Sorry this request took so long.  My tumblr hasn't been working and I have also been on holiday for a while which means I had no internet.  This is my first one shot so I hope you like it.

-Ruby

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You wake up early,  about 6am,  to take the car out before Dom got the chance.  You pull on your tight leather trousers and punk Disney t-shirt.  Then you slip on your neon high top trainers,  sneak downstairs keys in hand and jump into the 1970 dodge charger that was parked in your driveway.   A light flicks on inside the house and suddenly Brian's face appears in the upstairs window.  He lifts one finger and then disappears.  5 minutes later he climbs into the car parked next to you. It was a 1969 Chevroulet Camaro Yenko,  blue with white stripes on the bonnet.  With a nod he signals for you to drive,  both of you knowing exactly where to go.

Flying around the corners you feel an overwhelming sense of joy.  The smile on your face is one that only makes an appearance when you are driving fast or when you are spending time with Brian.  You skid around the final bend that takes you to the top of the hill which hangs over the city.  Sliding to a halt you get out of the car and wait for Brian to park,  like always,  close behind you.

The morning breeze lightly blows your hair behind you,  sending a shiver down your spine as Brian walks over.  His eyes slowly brush over you,  taking in every detail as though he would need to remember them for a long time to come.  As he reaches you,  his toned arms calmly wrap themselves around your waist and pull you into his hard,  muscular body.  You touch your head into the curve of his neck,  the warmth of his skin protecting you against the frost bite of the wind.

"Good morning beautiful," Brian whispers quietly in your ear seeming as though he did not want to disturb the silence of the city below.  As usual the softness of his voice brings a sudden rush of warmth to your cheeks.  His scent flutters up your nostrils the same way it had for the past 4 months.

You step back,  look him in the eye and lean in,  interlocking your lips with his lightly.  After a moment you break apart,  interrupted by the roar of engines.  Within moments a large group of motorcyclists emerge from the dark road leading to the small space your cars are parked in.  Brian immediately stands infront of you in a defensive stance,  his eyes flicking between all of the people now stood on the hilltop.

"Well,  it sure is a surprise seeing you two love birds up here at this time of the morning," a voice said from behind a large blue helmet.  The distaste in his voice is easy to hear,  instantly you know who it is.  Johnny Tran.

"Oh yeah? Is that because I am up here this time every morning,  or is is the fact that this is the 4th or 5th time you have seen me this month?" You say facetiously.

The look on your face alerts Brian to the face that you are contemplating launching yourself across the small distance between you and Tran,  then throttling him viciously.  It also yells Tran that if he continues to annoy you,  he is likely to end up with a bullet in his face.  You know this because,  for once,  he turns and drives away followed closely by the rest of the bikers.

Brian looks at you with a proud grin on his face and starts laughing.  His eyes not moving from yours,  making your stomachs come alive with butterflies.

"Come on then let's get back.  Dom will be walking up anytime soon and I'm gonna take him some breakfast home with me." You say pushing him away playfully.  He grabs your hand and pulls you back towards him,  stopping you by softly pressing his lips against yours.

"I don't think we should go back just yet.  We have a while and I can think of a few things to do to pass the time," he says to you quietly.

Without hesitation you lean in and press your lips against his,  softly at first and then more deeply.  His hands find themselves on your waist, slowly lifting your t-shirt above your head and lightly pressing his lips on your stomache,  then your neck and finally places them upon your lips. You run your hand through his hair,  pulling yourself as close as possible to him and then he pulls your legs around his waist.  He lays you on the bonnet of his car and pulls his top over his head revealing a beautiful tanned abdomen.  You sit up and run your hands down his chest.  Slowly you pull him on top of you and pull his head down to your own,  pressing your lips passionately against his. The tips of your fingers lightly brush over the sides of Brian's neck making him jerk backwards away from your touch.

You look at him for a moment trying to understand what had just happened and then realisation comes over you.

"Brian.  Are you ticklish?" You say teasingly.  The look on his face tells you everything you need to know.  His face turns red with embarrassment but you quickly kiss him to let him know it is okay.

"Yes I am ticklish but not massively.  Only on my neck and my sides is it really bad." Brian says defensively.  To try and recapture the moment you kiss his jawline,  Slowly,  to make him want you. He gentally takes hold of your chin,  looks deeply into your eyes and kisses you intensely.  Whilst kissing him,  You undo the buttons on this jeans and pull the zip down.  His hands are pulling your trousers to just underneath your bum and then do the same with your pants.  You pull down his jeans and boxers and then lay back on the bonnet,  pulling him on top of you.   Afterwards,  You both get in your cars and drive back home where you are greeted by lots of tired faces.  Your brother Dom walks over to you as you climb the stairs to your house, his face full of accusation.

"Where have you been?  I got up at 7 o'clock  and you were both gone! Have you brought breakfast because I am starving?" He questions  as you reach him.  Brian walks straight into the house and changes into his work uniform.

"I bought some bacon and eggs.  I'm just going to make bacon, egg and beans on toast for breakfast.  Is everyone staying or what?" You say to Dom whilst walking into the house.  As you reach the kitchen you see that the table is set for everyone and so you start cooking.

"Everyone is staying.  Where did you go?  It's 9 o'clock and that means the garage is late opening because of you!" Dims voice is slightly raised and so you know to answer his question.

"For God sake Dom!  We went for a drive and we didn't expect to be that long.  I'm not letting you blame me for the garage because you could have gone and met me there,  but no!  Now will you please stop bugging me and let me get on with this!" You yell.

"Okay.  Don't worry about it.  Go get ready for work and ilk finish this. "

You walk upstairs but stop halfway.

"Hey Dom.  Did you know that Brian is ticklish?" You call back to him.

"No but I do now" he laughs back.