#sub!brian

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It was always a treat to travel with Brian. He was gone for such long periods at least every other year, usually more, and there were only so many times that your schedules matched up so you could go with him. This one was especially exciting, as you had never been to Mexico. They had about a month rest once they finished the Central American leg of The Game Tour called Gluttons for Punishment. You would be meeting Brian in Cancún to vacation during that break.

It had been too long since you had seen him, and this month couldn’t come soon enough. Brian would call you as often as he could, but that wasn’t the same. You had visited him once in the last year on tour, but it was always rushed and never enough. This month would be the first in a while with no distractions; no shows, no recording, no work, and, though you loved them like family, none of the other boys.

Some days, you didn’t even notice the passage of time because it happened so quickly, and others seemed to drag on for twice as long as they should have. But, eventually, it was the day that you were leaving to the airport, and though you didn’t necessarily like flying, you were buzzing with excitement to get on the plane that would take you to Brian.

It was almost a 24 hour travel period from London to Mexico, but luckily you had gotten some sleep on the flight over the Atlantic. Walking off the plane, you looked around to see if he was nearby and caught a glimpse of him standing a little off to the side of the crowd of people waiting for their own family members. Once the two of you made eye contact, you practically sprinted over to him, dropping your carry-on bag on the floor and throwing yourself into his arms.

He was pretty used to this sort of attack of saying hello, and hugged you tightly back, lifting you off the ground for a second as he did. You giggled into his neck and he laughed along with you at the feeling.

“Missed you, Bri. I love you,” you said as you pulled back to look into his eyes. Your own were a little misty at seeing him in person finally.

“Me too, I love you so much,” he replied, before giving you a sweet kiss that made your heart flutter.

Taking a step back and looking at him, you could tell he was already in vacation mode; wearing a loose linen shirt that was half undone as always, and some little white shorts that made your heart rate increase even more than just seeing him for the first time in months did.

Ignoring that feeling for the moment, the two of you took your bags to the car and made your way to the house Brian had rented for the month. It was a little bit far away, but you spent the time catching up on some of the stories Brian hadn’t yet told you about the tour.

The house was right on the beach. It had a large deck facing the ocean that would be perfect for watching the sunrise in the morning and stargazing at night, which you knew was probably the deciding factor for Brian choosing it. Your astrophysicist of a husband was incredibly cute, but possibly a little predictable. After putting your bags in your bedroom and unpacking a little, the two of you headed to the kitchen once you heard your stomach rumbling.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat, love?” Brian asked as you sat down at one of the bar stools.

“You have food?” you asked hopefully.

“Well, I have been here for three days already. I don’t only eat in restaurants on tour, you know,” he reminded you.

“Hmmm, in that case, could you make me a cheese toastie?” you requested.

“Really? Just a cheese toastie? Do you not trust my cooking skills?” he teased as he started pulling out the ingredients.

“No, I completely trust you, chef Brian,” you told him with a smirk. “It’s just that ever since Deaky made everyone one for lunch before you guys left, I’ve been eating them. Mainly when I’ve been too busy or tired for anything else, and this seems like one of those times,” you explained with a sheepish smile that made Brian chuckle.

He walked over to you once the first side was cooking, and wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. You couldn’t see his body, but you assumed he was almost bent double since the stools were pretty low. The thought made you giggle to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” Brian asked curiously.

“I’m just thinking about how contorted your body must be to stand in this position,” you told him, still giggling a little bit. “I think I might be a little goofy from the travel and exhaustion.”

“That tracks, but you’re right, this is more than marginally uncomfortable,” Brian said as he stood up straight. You leaned back against him and closed your eyes, feeling his hands softly tuck your hair behind your ears so he could see your face better as he looked down at you. Just taking in your features for the first time in over a month was enough to put his mind at ease.

You sighed contentedly and stayed there for a minute before you spoke up, “Bri?”

“Yes love,” he asked, still lost in the comfort of being close to you again.

“Don’t burn the toast.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed softly, moving from behind you to flip the sandwich over. “How do you manage to be so on top of things, even when you’re travel-goofy and your eyes are closed?”

“Dunno,” you mumbled as you slowly opened your eyes to find him leaned over the counter, face level with yours and only a few inches away. You jumped a little and he laughed softly, closing the distance and meeting your lips for a chaste kiss.

You whined when he pulled back, chasing his lips with yours, but he ignored your noises, hard though it was. He was quickly back at the stove, putting your toastie on a plate and cutting it in half diagonally. He placed it in front of you, and you picked up a piece, taking a bite and closing your eyes with satisfaction.

“Mmm, it’s perfect, Bri,” you moaned out with your first bite. “Here, have the other half, I’m not too hungry,” you told him.

“You sure?” he asked, trying not to think about your moaning in another context. How much he had missed hearing those moans straight from your mouth to his ear and not over the phone.

“Yeah, go for it,” you reassured him, nudging the plate towards him.

He took the other half off of the plate and started eating, only realizing how hungry he was once he took the first bite. The two of you ate your sandwiches in comfortable silence, just happy to be in each other’s presence. Once you were done, he put the plate in the sink, and you walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom, giggling as you bumped into him repeatedly.

Still tired, you slowly brushed your teeth and washed your face. Once that was done, you pulled out your pajama set and started undressing. Brian was brushing his teeth with the door open, and through the mirror saw your nearly bare form. He stared for a second, but shook the thought from his head. You were tired, and he just wanted you to be comfortable and rest. There would be time for all of that later.

Little did Brian know, you had noticed him staring in the mirror when he was focused on the way your hips and breasts looked and wasn’t paying attention to where your eyes were. You knew what he wanted, and after a month of nothing, you wanted it just as much.

Climbing into bed to wait for him, you watched him as he changed into his own pajamas. Your eyes raked over the parts of his legs that hadn’t already been exposed by the little shorts and you bit your lip when you saw the muscles of his arms and back flex as he pulled his shirt over his head. You smiled to yourself thinking about how it was about to come right off.

Brian joined you in the bed, laying down facing you, grabbing your waist and pulling you up next to him. He kissed you softly, and you sighed into it, grabbing his face to keep him close.

Brian hadn’t meant for anything more to happen, knowing that you were tired, but you deepened the kiss anyway, sweeping your tongue along his bottom lip until he granted you access and then lazily moving your tongue with his. Then, you rolled onto your back, pulling him half on top of you. He made a little sound of surprise and pulled away slightly.

“We don’t-- have to do anything-- aren’t you-- tired?” Brian asked you softly, and in between soft kisses you were interrupting him with.

“I’m tired but not too tired for this,” you said, pausing to plant little kisses along his cheeks and jaw before saying, a little needily, “I’ve missed you, Bri.”

***

Your words and your tone convinced him to go with it. He moved over you completely, following your lead and deepening the kiss. He moved his hands along your body, trying to soak up the feeling of touching you that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. Your hands tangled in his hair, keeping him close and giving little tugs every so often so he would moan into your mouth.

Brian moved his mouth from yours and kissed his way down your jaw to your neck. There, he planted open-mouthed kisses interspersed with whispers and mumbles of “I missed you.” You shivered at the feeling of his mouth on your neck and his breathy words against your skin. Running your hands down his back and lightly scratching as you went, you held him close. After a minute though, Brian was more repeating “I missed you,” than kissing you, and he almost seemed to be shaking in your arms.

To investigate, you moved your hands to his shoulders and pushed him lightly back so you could see his face. The sight broke your heart a little. His face was red and blotchy, and his eyes were filled with tears that were just about to spill over.

“Bri, honey, what’s wrong?” you asked in concern, moving your hands to his face and wiping the one tear that did fall down his cheek.

“Nothing, I- I just missed you so much. I’m sorry about this” he said, relaxing slightly at your touch, but still a little fragile as he looked away from your face.

“It’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for. You know you can always tell me how you feel. Plus I think I remember someone else crying at the airport. And I missed you too, Brian, so much,” you smoothed some stray tendrils from his face and then asked him to find out what would make him feel better, “What do you want?”

“You,” he replied, looking back to you with what almost looked like desperation in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” you asked, not wanting him to feel obligated by what you had said earlier.

He nodded in reply before adding, “I need you.”

Softly, you guided him off of you and so he was laying against the pillows at the headboard, “Let me take care of you, baby.”

You knelt at his side, leaning down and kissing him lovingly. As you rested one hand on his chest and the other on his side, he moved his to cup your face. You deepened the kiss but kept it soft, knowing that this was not the time for rushing.

After a little bit, you leaned back and pulled at the hem of Brian’s shirt so he lifted his arms and took it off. Then you did the same with your own, revealing yourself to him for the express purpose of his pleasure for the first time in months.

Gently, you grabbed his hands and guided them to your breasts before returning to the kiss. Brian reacquainted himself with your body, remembering what caresses made you moan and gasp lightly into his mouth. In another moment, you pulled Brian’s pajama pants and underwear off, doing the same with your own next.

After taking the next few minutes just to remind him of your love with passionate kisses, you decided it was time to move on. You moved your hand to his already hard shaft, stroking him softly but just enough so he was eager for more. As you slightly increased your pressure, precum started leaking from his tip, and you palmed his head to spread it around his length. As you did, his hips bucked up slightly into your hand.

Breaking away from his mouth, you started moving down his body, planting a kiss here and there on the column of his neck, the middle of his chest, and right above his belly button.

Just before you got to his cock, Brian lifted his head from its position laid back on the pillows, and stuttered out while you kept pumping your hand, “I-I- you-” before you stopped him.

“Just taking care of you, Bri,” you told him, looking into his eyes as you planted a soft kiss on the head of his cock.

He took in a shuddering breath but laid his head back down, submitting to the feeling of your mouth enveloping his cock. You started slow, bobbing your head up and down inch by inch, making sure to use your tongue along the underside to tease the head and shaft. As you worked him, he moaned softly into the air, tensing his hands on and off.

When you felt him just starting to tense up, you took his cock from your mouth and continued to jerk him off with your hands. You did this so you could pay more attention to his balls, knowing that they were one of his most sensitive areas. Pressing your lips to them, you opened your mouth and sucked lightly, causing Brian to moan out louder than he had all night. Knowing that you were making him feel so good made you enjoy doing so as much as you did. As you continued the ministrations of both your hands and mouth, Brian got louder and louder and his fists clenched in the sheets. You licked and sucked, moving around from his balls to the base of his cock repeatedly. You could tell he was getting close when his moans started rising in pitch as well as volume, and before he got to the edge, you stopped, stilling your hands and lifting your head.

Brian looked down in time to see you plant three kisses up the length of his cock before you sat up all the way and climbed up his body. Straddling him, you brought your lips to his again and he kissed you back in what seemed like gratitude. Not wanting to make Brian wait any longer, and feeling pretty needy yourself, you lifted yourself and grabbed Brian’s dick to position it at your entrance. You were already wet and ready from the way Brian had reacted to your ministrations, so you didn’t hesitate when you sunk down on him, taking him in until your bodies were flush. Feeling you slide all the way down caused Brian’s breath to catch in his throat, and his eyes almost started tearing up again with the intimacy he felt sharing this moment with you.

Before you started moving, you kissed him again, trying to express the same feeling to him. Resting on your knees, you began moving your hips up and down, riding him slowly but surely to get used to the feeling once again.

Even though it had been so long, it didn’t take any time for it to feel incredible. It’s like it was better than you remembered, and before long you felt that heat in your lower stomach starting to gather. The kiss you were sharing became a little off-center, but continued anyway. Neither of you wanted to break away from each other.

Wanting more contact and some guidance, you grabbed Brian’s hands and placed them on your waist. Gripping hard enough to help guide you, but not hard enough to take control, his hands felt like anchors keeping you from drifting away from the moment.

You felt yourself getting close, and could tell Brian was getting there too. His cock was hitting all the best spots inside of you, and when you shifted your hips forward just right, your clit ground on his base. You bit his bottom lip lightly and swiveled your hips at the same time and Brian let out a whine that made it so you couldn’t help but move faster.

The increase in speed and the friction it caused pushed you right to the edge, but you wanted to take care of Brian first.

“Bri, baby, come for me,” you moaned against his lips, clenching your walls around him as you did. The whole time, Brian had let you be in control and kept his hips still, only offering guidance with his hands on your hips. With your words and the feeling of your heat tightening around him though, he was helplessly out of control and his hands tightened around your waist, bringing you down on him harder and his own hips bucked up into you as he pumped into you through his orgasm.

All of it became too much for you. With the feeling of his hands almost bruising into your hips to keep you close, his breathy moans and whines as he came, the wonderful feeling of the head of his cock hitting harder against your g-spot with his thrusts, and finally the feeling of his cum painting your walls, you came apart on top of him. You felt the pleasure spread from your core up through your abdomen and out to your legs as you lost the ability to move on top of him and just tensed tightly and then released your entire body several times, moaning Brian’s name again and again.

As you were coming down, you felt Brian’s hands pulling you down to rest on top of him gently. You nuzzled your face in his neck, moving your left hand to caress his face and the right to hold his left. Brian hadn’t pulled out just yet, wanting to keep you close to him for longer, and you shifted your hips so you could relax your muscles while still keeping him inside of you. Settled, you kissed his neck sweetly.

“I’m always here to take care of you,” you lifted your head to look up at him, “however you need.”

Brian tilted his head down to kiss you, finally feeling completely relaxed with your weight on top of him and your warmth around him. He nodded, smiling softly at you, “You treat me so well, Y/N. Have I told you how I love you more than all the stars in the sky?”

*** 

“Do you mean more than you love all the stars in the sky, or more than the amount of all the stars in the sky?” you teased lightly.

He laughed at your ability to bring levity to any situation, “Both.”

“That’s a lot coming from an astrophysicist,” you pointed out and he nodded solemnly before smiling brightly at you. That was the response you were looking for, so you continued, “Well, I might not know how many or much that is, but despite my ignorance, I will confidently say that I love you that much too.”

With one more loving kiss, you laid back down on him, resting your face in the crook of his neck and sighed contently. Being away from the one you loved for so long and so often was hard, and that meant you were going to appreciate every moment of this beach vacation with your incredible astrophysicist husband.

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He checks the garter belt straps to the stockings. Brian tugs one of the babydoll straps so that it’s hanging off his shoulder, and then decides to put it back both bra straps already having slipped. The final piece of this set is a choker with a star pendant hanging off the D-ring (sue him, the entire set is star themed gold stars set into thin navy mesh). Since it’s only a quarter until seven, Brian clasps the necklace loosely.

Nervousness flutters in his stomach. While he’s been thinking about nothing seeing his boyfriends since he got on the bus this morning, maybe they don’t want to jump straight into sex? He makes a last-second decision to pull on (Roger’s, because it’s far too short and tight in the shoulders) bathrobe and then heads toward their bedroom. Brian ties the robe loosely and picks up a National Geographic from the magazine basket and settles against the pillow.

Their bed, while not the softest, feels nice. He’s been camping out for the past two weeks and the ground is only so comfortable. Brian curls up to read an article on deforestation.

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It’s the cold air hitting his back that starts to wake him up. Brian groans as he’s rolled onto his back, it doesn’t take him long to wake up. Searching hands roam his body, above and under the clothing. He flutters his eyes open.

The snap of a strap sends him into full wakefulness.

Roger grins.

Someone licks up the side of his neck, Brian shivers at the hot hair against his now wet neck, “what a lovely present.”

Roger’s hands are tugging at the tie of the bathrobe, “we should open it hm? Can we John?”

He flicks his eyes to where the youngest is standing at the foot of the bed. Brian rolls his shoulder just enough that the strap of the babydoll falls. John’s eyes darken.

“I’d say he is ours,” John growls.

Brian groans.

“I’d hate to come home to such a wonderful gift, in our bed and learn it wasn’t for us,” Freddie hums.

Brian bats his eyes. John practically jumps onto the bed. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss that leaves him breathless. He practically feels how much John missed him, and Brian knows John can tell. Who the hell told him going away for two weeks was a good idea?

When Roger whines in impatience, John breaks the kiss, “Fred’s turn.”

“Hey! I was the one that found him!”

Freddie is already tugging Brian over to him. Brian sits up, but a hand from Freddie stops him.

“Lay back,” Freddie says softly, “we can’t have our prince doing any work.”

“Prince?” Brian arches an eyebrow.

He leans back as Freddie leans forward their lips connecting again, “mhmm.”

They break apart and Brian is already panting.

“Our Star Prince.”

Roger cuts off any response, including blushing but claiming Brian’s kiss. When Roger misses any of them, be it two hours or two weeks, he kisses with his entire body. Hands in hair, chest to chest, and if John wasn’t blocking the path, Roger would be in his lap.

He’s finally home. They break the kiss and he’s grinning. The look is mirrored on his boys’ faces.

“What is your wish, your highness?”

Brian rolls his eyes at Freddie, but beckons him closer with an overly posh motion, “make love to me.”

Freddie kisses the back of his hand. Not to be outdone, Roger bows as best he can in his kneeling position, to kiss Brian’s other hand. Brian lets out a short laugh at the same time John releases a fond huff.

“Whatever shall we do with your court jesters?”

“Hey!” “Rude!”

Brian wraps his legs around John’s him and manages to convince John to lean over him.