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Without You I'm Nothing (Chapter 39 up now!)	By : urbanephoenix Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Placebo Views: 5829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of Placebo or their families, and I do not profit from these writings.

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A few days/a week and a half, same difference yes? Sorry, I felt compelled to re-write some of this so it took longer than usual. Plus I'm back at uni now. But I promise I won't just forget about the story. I can guarantee a real ending when the time comes.
Thanks for comments on the last chapter =) You guys are champs.
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BRIAN.

Memories came flooding back as Stef leant into kiss him again. His tongue ran lightly across Brian’s teeth, as he opened his mouth ever so slightly.

“Hold on,” he pulled back abruptly. “didn’t I say I wanted you out of my life? For good?”

Stefan smiled. “I’m not letting you get away that quickly.”

“I don’t know if that’s for you to decide.”

“I’ve made lots of dumb choices in my life, done lots of things I regret and am not proud of. The worst was letting you go. I could never do that again.”

Brian rested his hands gently around his friend’s waist, repeating the words he’d just heard, in his head. He’d been waiting so long to hear them, but now that he had, he was scared. What if Stef left again? And didn’t come back?

“Brian?”

“Hmm?”

Stef forced the smaller boy’s chin up so they were eye-to-eye. “ I know what you’re thinking. Please don’t. Trust me.”

Brian was well aware of the awkward silence hanging between them, but didn’t care. He looked down at the blonde sitting in his lap and couldn’t help but smile. “Ok, but only once. Leave again and that’s it. Forever.”

“Ok.”

“I’m serious.”

Stefan smiled. “I know.”

Brian felt two large hands run up his chest, their warmth penetrating his t-shirt. He’d missed this. He’d missed feeling Stef’s lips upon his own, and didn’t hesitate to let him in. He still felt those same butterflies in his stomach as he used to when the other boy ran his fingers through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

The singer wrapped his arms around Stef’s waist as if he were afraid he’d leave if he wasn’t held in place.

“You know,” he gasped. “this would be easier if I was on top.”

The blonde grinned wickedly. “Is that so?”

Brian hit him playfully and pushed him off. “There,” he said matter-of-factly, switching places with his friend. “just like the old days.”

“Just as long as you know who’s boss.”

STEFAN AND BRIAN.

It may have been a long time, but neither boy felt unfamiliar with the other. They moved together as if no time had passed, rediscovering the tastes, smells, and touches they once knew so well. After pulling his shirt off, Brian started pulling at the buttons on Stef’s, thinking about all the hours he’d spent convincing himself this would never happen again.

It was all Stefan had thought about for the first and last months he’d been away. Brian’s delicate fingers running themselves over his skin, biting his bottom lip, moaning softly as the blonde tugged on his belt… “You’re still bloody useless.” He muttered, doing it himself.

There was no romantic way to remove pants, but Stef tried, he owed Brian that much at least. He wanted him to feel special.

“Quit messing around!”

“What?”

Brian rolled his eyes and pushed the blonde onto his back.“I’ve waited three and a half years, I don’t have time for foreplay.” He grinned, looking down at the body he had pinned to the couch. Stef was the same tall, lanky figure he remembered. Nothing had changed.

The singer slipped his fingers under the final pieces of thin fabric that remained between them. He lingered there, his actions interrupted by a voice in the back of his head screaming foul. This wasn’t a good idea, and he knew it. But that’d never stopped him before.

“I don’t think this couch is big enough for the both of us.” The blonde smiled, pushing the hair from his friend’s eyes.

On entering Brian’s bedroom, Stefan wasn’t the least bit surprised to see how similar it was to the one he remembered from high school. Everything was immaculate. Bed perfectly made, no clothes laying on the floor, make-up lined up neatly on the dresser.

“I-“

“Stop talking,” Brian interrupted, pushing him onto the bed. “no foreplay, no talking. Underwear off.”

Stef reluctantly did as he was told. He loved the idea of Brian being in control, but this was different. He sat back down on the bed, watching his friend flick off the light before removing his last item of clothing.

“Is everything ok?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” the singer crawled into the bed, kissing Stefan into silence. He felt around for something to grab hold of, eventually wrapping his arms around the blonde’s neck, pulling him in deeper.

Reciprocating, Stef ran his hands over the singer’s body, feeling all the familiar curves and idiosyncrasies he had missed so much.

“Stop teasing.” Brian moaned softly.

Stef smiled as he continued to leave a trail of soft kisses down his friend’s neck. “I’m being romantic, you used to love that.”

“I’m not a teenager, I don’t need romance. Come on, Stef, please?”

Knowing there was no point in arguing, Stef reached over to the bedside table, awkwardly pulling open the top drawer and rummaging around in the dark. If history had taught him anything, it was here he’d find what he needed. Success.

Thankfully the bedroom was warmer than the lounge, but as soon as the lubricant touched his skin, Stef shivered uncomfortably. This wasn’t the scenario he’d planned out in his head, but it was better than nothing. Surely.

“Oh shit.” The blonde muttered, realizing his mistake.

“What is it?”

“Where… are…” Stefan rummaged through the dark drawer again. “Brian do you have any condoms?”

“Is that it? Don’t worry about it.”

“No, we’ve both been with different people.” He replied sternly. “It’s important.”

“Second drawer.” Brian sighed, handing him a tissue.

The mood had well and truly been killed well before now, but as far as Brian could tell, there was no going back. He lay on his back, watching his friend get ready. He was still very much attracted to Stef, that was undeniable. But things were different now. As much as he wanted to want to be with him, he wasn’t so sure that was the case.

Thankfully, the pair were sobering up, enough so that they were both well aware of what was going on. Brian finally relaxed, and smiled up at the body kneeling over him.

Much to Stef’s disappointment, Brian wasn’t hard at all. He’d have to work to fix that. Moistening up a couple of fingers, the blonde pressed one slowly inside his friend, reveling in the immediate physical response.

The smaller boy bit his lip as his body tensed up with a mixture of pain and pleasure. A second finger gently pushed inside of him. After all these years, after all his partners, he didn’t really need this preparation, but saw no harm in letting Stef think he did. After all that had happened, slow was probably best.

A few minutes passed before Stefan got up the courage to speak. “Ok?” he asked quietly.

Brian nodded and almost instantly felt the blonde remove his fingers. Without missing a beat Stef pushed back inside him.

He had no idea how many men Brian had been with in his absence, but Stef felt it at once. Everything about Brian felt exactly as it did three and a half years ago. He pulled out slowly, before pushing in back hard, his cock strangled by the tight muscles around it.

Much to Brian’s relief and surprise, he felt no pain at all. He should have known Stef would be anything but careless with him; it actually felt good. He relaxed back into the bed, grabbing fists full of the quilt and tightening his grip with every thrust.

“I’ve missed you.” Brian moaned softly, eyes shut tight.

“You too.” Stef replied breathlessly. He’d be lying if he said he was enjoying himself on anything more than a purely physical level. He’d spent so long thinking about his reunion with his best friend, but now it seemed as though the smaller boy wasn’t interested. Stefan had never been keen on ‘just sex’, which was all he could feel this was.

He grabbed Brian tightly by the knees, pulling his small body onto his own harder. Stefan was relieved to see, at least, that the singer was enjoying himself more now. Or at least his body was telling him he was. He let go of one leg, and took hold of Brian’s erection, trying to fist as close to in time with his thrusts as possible. He wanted this to be over sooner rather than later.

Brian tried pushing himself onto Stef’s cock harder, angling his body to hit that sweet spot. The blonde has his cock in his hand now, clearly, Brian thought, an attempt to speed things up. Thank god. Sweat poured down his face as he felt his climax approaching. It had been long enough since he’d slept with anyone, that he knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge. Somehow, he guessed it was the same for the Swede.

Trying his best to strategically angle his thrusts, Stef was having trouble holding back. He knew he would cum at any second if he wasn’t careful. ‘Come on’ he thought to himself. ‘please’. He started fisting Brian faster, made easier by the pre-cum oozing from his erection.

Scarcely half a dozen more thrusts, and Brian came hard between their stomachs. Finally feeling an opportunity for release, Stef followed suit. He couldn’t deny, it felt good. It took several minutes for the blonde to move, as he waited to catch his breath and come down from the ecstasy sweeping his body.

Stef collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. It had been a while since he’d had sex and he’d need to work on re-building his stamina. He got up to tidy himself up, fumbling around in the dark for a light. He gave up and settled for a tissue and the dim light shining through the bedroom window. Looking back at the bed, it looked like Brian had already fallen asleep. Or was pretending to be. Either way, Stef thought, a smart move.

BRIAN

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“Come on! What’s wrong?”

Brian flinched as a cold hand brushed against his neck. “I said no, just drop it.”

“But you were so keen earlier,’ Layla said sweetly. “you were all over me.”

“Well I changed my mind. I’m not interested.”

“That’s not fair!"

“It doesn’t have to be. Look, Layla, you’re a good friend, but that’s all. A friend”

“That’s not what you said befo-“

“Fuck what I said before! You can’t take me seriously when I’ve been drinking.”

Layla frowned. “But I thought-“ she muttered.

“Whatever you thought was wrong. I’m not ready to just move on and forget. I don’t want to be with you!”

“I can wait.”

“Just piss off.” The singer scowled, turning his back on his friend. He wasn’t in the mood for her nagging, regardless of his earlier intentions.

“Fine.” She spat, picking up her belongings and storming towards the door. “He’s never coming back, you know. He doesn’t want you, and now, neither do I. Nobody wants you.”

The door to his apartment slammed, shaking the walls. Brian buried his head in his hands, trying to shake her final words. ‘Nobody wants you’. No, that wasn’t true. It had only been two months. Stef would call. Or write. Or visit. It was his birthday soon. Stefan wouldn’t forget his birthday.

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Brian woke with a start, gently turning his head to see Stef sleeping silently beside him. So it really had happened. Tears trickled down his cheek, soaking into the pillow. He should have known better than to let this happen.

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Not what you were expecting, I bet lol. You should all know by now that I'm cruel and heartless. I have a feeling things might be getting better from now on... just sayin'.
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