“You’re a terrible, disgusting boy.”

“How do I put this nicely? I have no intention of putting on clothes any time soon. So, you are more than free to get out of bed but given that we have nothing to do, I’m going to stay here.”

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However, the pervasive fact that the man beneath him wasn’t Brian grew harder to ignore. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to simply find release, to hold onto the memory of how it felt to sleep with his lover or the feel of his skin against the other’s, but it didn’t make much of a difference. Hips pistoning toward release, Roger failed to fight back the tears that slipped past his tightly squeezed eyes as he came with Brian’s name on his lips.

With news of his sister’s engagement being all the word in the press, Brian knows he ought to feel more supportive. After all, he adores his sister dearly and her fiance is his best friend. Only, there’s a small feeling that continues to hold him back from feeling truly happy for them. The young man is all but certain that it’s just him being overprotective, but after finding himself trapped in a snowstorm with the other man for a few days, Brian is forced to admit that his feelings are jealous ones stemming from his feelings toward Roger. And worse still, he’s nearly convinced that his friend might share such sentiments. But is his own happiness worth ruining Jackie’s?

With his happiness ripped from him in the form of the sudden death of his lover, Brian Falsworth became a recluse, locked away in his family’s manor away from society. The only company he kept was in the form of his aging butler. When the old man finally retired, Brian invested in the latest model in artificial intelligence. However, the kindly synth, Jim, posed a constant reminder of Brian’s dead lover. Yet, perhaps Jim and his dedicated affection could help him move on from the ghosts that haunt him.

After spending so many years together, it wasn’t exactly a new sight for him. He knew every inch of Brian’s body as though it was his own. Only, it was better given how he got to enjoy said body. Walking over to him as quietly as he could--as though the man didn’t have super hearing--he wraps his arms around Brian’s waist and presses a kiss to his shoulder. Let’s his lips linger there as he asks a mumbled question against his skin. “This a surprise for me?”