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Brandon stared at the ground, Phillip could see his breath coming in and out quickly in the chilly fall air. "Shaw?" Brandon had been adamant about everyone at the school referring to him strictly by his last name. Brandon, however, seemed to reel back whenever Phillip said it though.
"Brandon."
Phillip furrowed.
"Brandon. Call me Brandon. Y-you-" Brandon cleared his throat and stepped closer to Phillip. "You're better than the rest Phillip, do – do you understand my meaning?" Phillip shook his head, confused.
"Shaw-"
"Brandon," he repeated, firmer.
Phillip closed his mouth and then opened it again to start over. "Brandon... what are you saying?"
Brandon sighed, trying to fix his shirt collar to distract his fidgeting hands. Phillip had never seen Brandon so nervous. "Just – I – Phillip." Brandon looked at Phillip in his eyes, stilling. His expression serious. "Are you aware of how f-fantastically unmotivated a-and uninvested in their own future – and present even – the rest of the-the men here are?" Phillip furrowed, and Brandon took a deep breath, wiping his hands on his uniform blazer. "P-Phillip I am different."
Phillip laughed. "Yes, so you say each and every philosophy club meet, what of it?" Phillip wouldn't admit it, but he understood why. He agreed at times even, but he knew Brandon’s ego didn’t need to hear that.
"I am greater than the-the acute laziness and – and inferiority that leeches on our school – hell – on this earth! Don’t you see Phillip?" Brandon slicked his hair back, slightly panicked – Phillip assumed at least – and Phillip working his way up there with him. Brandon closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath before opening them again. "P-Phillip. You are different."
Phillip furrowed and took an uncertain step back.
"You are special, Phillip! You are not just different, you are superior, you and I are truly superior!" Brandon took Phillip’s hands and held them in his own. Phillip felt electricity flow through his fingers and into the rest of his body. Phillip could also feel Brandon's cold hands shake against his own. "You, Phillip, are unique, special! I wish to–to–" Brandon sighed, cutting off his own speech with a nervous smile, then looked to their hands and back to Phillip. "C-Christ, Phillip, I believe t-that you and I have a–a uh – connection of sorts, yes?" Brandon nodded for Phillip, who hesitantly followed suit. "A-and its the kind of connection that–that these i-inferior types shant understand, right? You – do you feel it too? Between us?"
Phillip couldn't deny that he liked Brandon, but he knew that wasn't necessarily normal. He knew Brandon wasn't one of those guys, he was afraid to even imply it back to him. Brandon was stronger than him – physically, and if he made the wrong step he was afraid of the turn the conversation could take. "I’m not sure I get your meaning, Brandon."
Brandon sighed again, loudly, and screwed his eyes shut tight again before opening them and running his thumbs over the palms of Phillip's hands. It was beyond electric, touching Brandon. "P-Phillip, I believe you and I connect on a fashion which is only seen amongst truly the equally superior, the most similar of people who–who go on to spend their lives together," Brandon laughed at the thought. It felt good. "Phillip I feel for you the – the way some may go so far as to call love."
Phillip stared blankly, trying to find the words to describe what he had been feeling for the past few months, Brandon looked back at him expectantly. "I must say when you called me to the back of the school during lunch this was far from what I had anticipated" Brandon laughed again. Phillip enjoyed that he could have any sort of effect on Brandon. Phillip couldn't figure out what to say. All he could manage was "You're blushing."
Brandon only reddened more, then tried to laugh it off. "Yes well- It's warm. Summer months are upon the horizon."
Philip smiled back. "Sure, Brandon."
it was history from then on out.
Ever since the murder, and cover-up, Brandon had been nothing but affectionate. After a brief, and tense, trip to Conneticuit Brandon hardly let Phillip get through the front door before he was on his knees, mumbling praises to Phillip with his mouth full.
Phillip could get little to nothing done without Brandon all over him, kissing him and praising him. It seemed that lately if they weren't actively having sex Brandon was talking about what he wanted to do to him, or how badly he needed him. Phillip wasn’t one to complain it helped to keep his mind off the murder.
Brandon knew his clinginess was showing, it was something he was usually good at concealing. But it showed just about everywhere when they were alone. In the mornings when they woke up together, in the bathroom while they brushed their teeth, In the kitchen having breakfast, in the living room on the couch with blinds wide open with Phillip begging him for more, but swearing someone would see them.
"Not if we're quick enough," Brandon had told him with that wide smile.
Brandon had always liked to chase Phillip, both literally and figuratively, it was a part of the game for both of them. With Phillip as his prey constantly. They had taken it far the night before. It started with Phillip backing away from Brandon in the kitchen after their maid left. Phillip had been edgy all night, the way he got sometimes – after the murder – and Brandon simply wasn’t having it. Brandon kept teasing him about it, pushing the boundaries as far as they would go.
Somehow or another it escalated into the two of them moving around the whole apartment, Phillip laughing, with all tension forgotten, and throwing things to block Brandon – with no real effort in mind to avoid him – he knew he’d catch up eventually.
One of the many things he threw at Brandon was a decorative book on their coffee table, that hit the wall just inches off of Brandon’s head, making a loud thud against the wall. Phillip had panicked for a moment, standing on the couch in a wide stance trying to balance himself, mouth agape. He held up an accusatory hand, pointing a finger at Brandon, and managed:
"Don't give me that look."
Phillip relaxed again though when Brandon looked down at the book and then back to him, a mischievous smile splitting his face and his motivation changing meaning, with a few fighting words.
"Oh boy, are you in trouble now,"
The night that followed was long, and certainly left Phillip sore in the morning, along with the blatant deflowering of the piano. Brandon told Phillip at one point "I bought the damn thing for you, and I can make love to you on it if I want to."
Brandon had then (after checking on Phillip extensively, maybe a little too much) gone on an impromptu trip for cigarettes, Phillip was reluctant to let him leave but Brandon was out of bed and gone before he got the chance to object. When Brandon got back Phillip was in the shower. He decided to work through some paperwork at his desk.
"Brandon?"
"Yes?" Brandon shook his pen, refusing to accept that it had stopped working. Ultimately tossing it to the side and reading a different page.
"Did you get the pack?" Brandon made a sound of affirmation and listened to Phillip walk from the bathroom to the kitchen barefoot. "Brandon, do you think it’s too early to lie back in bed?" Brandon looked up from his work to see Phillip in the doorway between their front door and dining room in a thin silk robe, tied loosely around his waist. Brandon stared at the way the top flowed away from his chest to demonstrate the thin chest hair he had. A reminder that Phillip, his lover, was indeed a man. "Brandon?"
He blinked, swallowing once he realized his mouth was agape. "Y-Yes.” he cleared his throat and gestured to the robe “You’re n-not, um, wearing anything under that. Are you?" Philip started turning red.
"No, I'm not – I just got out of the shower and all" Phillip’s hair was still damp and although he ran his hand through it to try and keep the water out of his face, it was still dripping down the back of his neck. Brandon licked his lips. "I'm sorry," Philip tried to explain.
Brandon shook his head "No, no. It's quite alright. Just –” Brandon cleared his throat. “I wasn't expecting it is all," Philip smiled. Brandon returned the gesture, pretending not to notice the way the robe clung to Phillip’s crotch.
"Well how about going back to bed?" Phillip asked again. Brandon had forgotten the idea had been mentioned at all.
"Well – I've got to finish this,” he didn’t “but how about you come take a seat on my lap while I finish? Then we'll go lie down." Phillip’s skin continued to flush with blood. Brandon smiled wider and leaned back in his chair spreading his legs a little in invitation.
"I think I’m going to go put some clothes on before you say anything else."
Brandon shook his head. “Nonsense,” he gestured with two fingers for him to come over and Phillip walked slowly, attracted like a magnet. "It's alright, C’mon now."
Brandon watched him like a tiger to its prey. Once Phillip approached his desk he sat on Brandon’s lap, as he had been told. More weight on one of his legs than the other, but as comfortable as he could be. Brandon wrapped his arms around Phillip's waist, pulling him closer. "There you go." Brandon's eyes raked down Phillip’s body, then back up to his face. "I must admit, this was mostly self-indulgent." Brandon moved a hand to Phillip's neck, almost cupping his cheek. Brandon looked into Phillip's half-lidded eyes before he pressed their lips together and placed his other hand on Phillip's lower back.
Phillip put a hand on the nape of Brandon's neck and the other on the table for balance. "Brandon..." Philip whispered in the way he did when he knew Brandon was about to get going.
"Oh Phillip, you had to know what you would do to me dressed like this. Practically nude in our apartment," Phillip whimpered. Brandon pulled a loose string of Philip's belt to untie it, exposing more skin, Brandon smiled, sure of himself. "You know -- Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now, and in the position I have you. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you," Brandon's voice deepened. He started kissing Phillip’s neck faintly. Running a hand down Phillip’s chest while he moaned against his neck.
"God – please Brandon," Phillip tangled his fingers in Brandon's hair, eliciting another moan from him, lower. Brandon’s hand reached the base of Phillip’s shaft and gripped it with his index finger and thumb. "Please don't stop, more," Phillip begged his voice higher than before. Brandon was a giver when it came to sex, he always got off on giving, on making Phillip feel good.
"I'll give you anything, darling, but I didn't know you were so sensitive right here," Brandon squeezed tighter and dragged his fingers, Phillip sighed out a long breathy moan. Brandon kissed down to the top of Phillip’s pec and licked back up to his ear with his tongue flat. Phillip thrust into Brandon's hand in an attempt to get better friction. "Christ Phillip, that's a wonderful sight, truly" Brandon tugged on Phillip’s earlobe with his teeth then kissed his way to Phillip’s mouth. Philip turned his head to meet their mouths quicker, and Brandon continued his ministrations on his shaft.
"Good God,"
Brandon moved away to look at Phillip, a smile across his face. "Just Brandon would do," Phillip rolled his eyes. "Would you like me to make love to you on my table?"
"Brandon – yes – please," Brandon took his hand from his dick and pushed the papers on his desk to the side.
"Sit down." Phillip sat on the desk, careful of its contents, his robe falling open. Brandon spread Phillip’s legs to stand between them, then pulled Phillip towards himself so he would lie back. "You look so beautiful like this, Phillip, truly." Brandon had a shimmer in his eyes that Phillip was familiar with, Brandon only broke eye contact to reach into the drawer on his left to get the small jar of oil to prep Phillip, he did so quickly and listened to Phillip moan, watching him twist towards his fingers. "Stunning, truly."
Phillip placed both hands on Brandon's neck. "Brandon, be careful – you still have your things on the desk." Brandon made a noise of mild irritation, Philip was always worrying.
Brandon chose to ignore him and focused on preparing him. Phillip tried to form another sentence to express his concern but lost his breath to a moan when Brandon retracted his fingers and undid his pants. "Do you need more oil, darling?" Brandon asked. Calm and collected as always. Brandon was perfect after all.
"No, it's okay,"
Brandon lined himself up, pressing in slowly. "I-Is it alright, darling?"
"Yes" Phillip smiled at him and tightened his hands on Brandon's neck, Brandon leaned down towards him a little because of it. "A little tight," Brandom hummed to show he was listening. Although he was halfway in.
"It's almost there, I'll just-" Brandon grunted, bracing a hand on the desk to steady his pace. "J-Just going to finish, then we can stay here a while," Phillip’s cock twitched against his stomach.
"Wait – " Phillip tried to take one of his hands back but Brandon held it in place.
"Now just a minute, I'm almost in," Brandon bottomed out a few seconds later, "See? Nothing to worry about," Phillip sighed, still tense in Brandon's arms. "Good boy. Tell me when you're ready, love," Brandon forced out a harsh breath paired with a smile, trying to pull himself together. Brandon stroked Phillip’s thigh. His other hand above Phillip’s head, gripping the desk. "My good goddamn boy."
Phillip twisted in Brandon’s hand. "B-Brandon-"
Brandon pulled his hips away, then slowly pushed back in. "Jesus" Phillip winced
"W-wait," Phillip raised a hand to Brandon’s chest, trying to keep him still.
Brandon hushed him. "Not going anywhere, I promise." Phillip worried his lip. "I know it’s all too soon, I just – Christ Phillip, I adore you,” Phillip smiled weakly. "Oh, tell me you feel it too?"
Brandon tended to have that effect on Phillip. "I adore you, Brandon," Brandon sighed pleasantly, almost a moan. "I… I think it’s okay now,"
Brand smiled wide. "Thank you, my love!" Brandon pulled out and slid back into Phillip, moaning unabashedly. "You feel wonderful each and every goddamn time," Phillip bit back a moan and put his hands on either of Brandon's shoulders. "God, Phillip! Do you feel this good too?"
"Yes, Brandon, oh god-"
Brandon tightened his grip on Phillip's thigh, trying to pull more noises from him "Moan for me -- Don't hold back,"
Phillip winced when Brandon pressed against his prostate, eyes screwing shut. "What - what if someone hears?"
"Let them hear!" Brandon choked out a laugh, thrusting roughly into Phillip. "Your moans are like a melody, my darling! Oh they should deem themselves lucky to hear you," Philip moaned, gaining another laugh from Brandon
"I- It's so much, I can't take it-" Brandon moved the hand that was gripping the desk to Phillip's other hip, leaning down closer, breaths meeting hotly. "I'm- fuck! Brandon- deeper, please,"
Brandon's eyes fell closed, falling unconsciously to the rhythm of their bodies, quick to comply. "Good boy, go on -- Be my g-good boy," Phillip panted against him, "You are magnificent!" Brandon choked out, then kissed phillips neck, breath short and heavy with his hips starting to ache. "P-perfect darling, perfect!" Phillip grabbed Brandon's arms searching for leverage, cock twitching between them,
"God- Brandon,"
"Yes – say my name, louder"
What state was Phillip in to say no?
"Brandon tha- Oh God, Brandon I-I'm close,"
"Please Phillip – please come for me I want to see it, need it – need to taste it, please,"
Brandon clumsily fondled Phillip's dick within the tight space, pumping quickly, twisting his hand at the head. Phillips back arched hard, a sharp sound from him.
Brandon, despite himself, came quickly but did not stop in his movements, if anything thrust faster into the overstimulation, cum spreading across the length of his dick, loud wet noises filling the room along with Phillip's moans as his come spread across his chest. Warm and thick, Brandon moaned at the sight, worrying he might come again – despite himself.
Phillip twisted in his arms and looked into Brandon's eyes while he fucked him through his orgasm, only stopping when Phillip begged him, saying it was too much.
Brandon rested his forehead on Phillip's, once he caught his breath he pulled out, cock hanging heavy and wet between his legs. Phillip lay flat against the table. Brandon was a man of his word and although his cock disagreed he was still plenty horny.
He kissed Phillip, starting at his collar, then down, and lapped up the semen that was cooling there, working his way down his body until he reached his flaccid dick. Phillip recoiled. "Don't." Brandon smiled and stood straight again. "Give me some time." Phillip stared at Brandon hard.
"My love, we have all the time in the world" Brandon, however, could never seem to sit still. He stood and picked up the few things they had knocked over, then fastened the button on his pants again, remembering that the blinds on the other side of the room were open.
"I will never understand you," Phillip always seemed to say the most cryptic of things in his afterglow. Brandon hummed, continuing to organize things, "How you can clean in such a state," Brandon hummed longer
"Well," he started, "You seem more so than I am, to be in a state , love," and Brandon was always sweet in his afterglow. The two remained silent for a few minutes before Phillip muttered the other's name. "Yes?"
"Hold me."
Brandon smiled softly. "Why of course, dear. not here though, suppose my desk deserves the break just as well as us," Phillip sat up slowly, Brandon's hands on his to ensure his stability. "To bed we shall go," Phillip nodded absently, struggling to get to his feet. Brandon smiled reassuringly when he stood.
The two of them got to the bedroom and laid down, Phillip in Brandon's arms in front of him "Feeling alright, love?" Phillip nodded "Feeling good?" Phillip nodded again. Brandon hummed, satisfied and spent, knowing Phillip was alright he could relax himself
"Brandon?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Do you think... do you think anyone knows?" Brandon smiled, cheekily.
"why, of course not, phillip, it was a superior act done by truly superior people! Nobodys got a clue about David" Phillip shook his head and Brandon assumed this would become a paranoid tangent of Phillips, as much as he hated them he would always listen.
"No," Phillip started with a sigh. "Brandon, I meant about us."
Brandon furrowed, confused. "You mean that we're queer?" Phillip hummed in the affirmative. Brandon hardly ever thought about the prospect that people viewed them as strange or abnormal; he didn't care much. "Well, another truly superior act surely carried only by the equally superior. The Greeks, Athens, and Egyptians were all superior, just as we are," Brandon laid a hand on Phillip's cheek with a sharp smile. "Oh, my love we are far too superior for anyone to know unless we have told them."
Phillip leaned into the hand, deadpan. "Or perhaps they are too inferior" Brandon chuckled and Phillip felt it against his cheek.
"A right. Good marksman" Brandon caressed Phillip's face, smiling wider. "Truly superior, you are my dear. A man worthy of the title." Phillip hummed, and Brandon looked down at him fondly, a look reserved strictly for Phillip "You are truly the utmost epitome of magnificence, my dear," Phillip’s eyes fell closed. "I truly hope you are aware that I will always take care of you, in all the ways you should ever need, and want." Phillip hummed again, lower, pleasure thick in his throat. "Do you?"
"Yes. And I you." Brandon smiled wider. If he was being perfectly honest, he had always assumed he would be alone for the rest of his life. he was alright with that. he figured nobody would ever understand him, or be good enough for him. But then Phillip came along and he was perfect. Perfectly submissive, but perfectly dominant when Brandon wanted him to be.
A time or two Brandon was distracted for an extended period of time, and Phillip would get impatient. The second time it happened Phillip had pushed him against a wall, and the shake in his voice wasn't from anxiety it was from desire, from need, and from want. Brandon had been shocked, even drawing a few strangled "Yes sir'" out (initially teasingly).
Brandon would do just about anything for Phillip. and Phillip for Brandon. "Brandon?" Phillip moved up to lean on top of his lover. Brandon smiled softly, tangling a hand in Phillip's hair. "How do you feel about me?" Brandon cocked his head, still smiling.
"I feel wonderful about you Phillip, splendid, truly. What a foolish question – I just said so mere seconds ago just how crazy I am about you,"
Phillip shook his head.
"I think you're crazy without me.'' Brandon gave him a warning look, although playful. "Sorry. It's just – Jesus, Brandon, you never say the words," Brandon frowned. They had a similar conversation but Brandon hadn't let it get far.
"What words, Phillip?"
Phillip, much like he frequently did with Brandon, felt stupid. Inferior even.
"I love you?" Brandon laughed out, as though they truly meant nothing to him. maybe they didn't, and that was why he never said them to Phillip. Phillip hadn't responded yet but his response was written all over his face. "Why – Phillip of course I feel that way about you, but I shan't swear it on any unformidable force such as the moon or the stars. They disappear when the day breaks, and I’m sure you remember I told you this would never be some dirty secret the way other men treat their lovers – especially ones of our kind."
Our kind.
"I – I know Brandon. How foolish of me,"
"It was. Ever thinking I didn’t– and what an inconsequential thing it is, language.” Brandon scoffed “You know what I think of you, what I feel. I’m wounded you even have to ask," Brandon wasn't lying. Phillip could see it in his eyes. "Do I not tell you enough?" Phillip shook his head.
"It’s just nice to hear, I suppose." Brandon tilted his head, furrowing. "You enjoy being told you're, well – " Phillip sighed and gestured with his hand searching for the word. "I don’t know, Brandon. Of some value, special even,"
Brandon almost laughed. "Phillip you’re the most special of the whole bunch, you're magnificent, superior." Phillip nodded.
"Yes but, it’s just – I enjoy hearing that you, yourself, feel special about me." Brandon’s expression softened.
"Will it ease your worries if I tell you those words?" Phillip stared off to the side.
"It certainly wouldn't hurt." Phillip told him, stubborn as ever. Brandon sighed dramatically and laid his head back on the pillow. Closing his eyes for a few seconds before picking his head back up with a smile.
"Phillip," Brandon looked into his eyes earnestly. "I love you. I truly do."
Phillip couldn’t say he felt decidedly any better, other than out of spite for getting the words out of Brandon. It was especially worth it to see the way Brandon's face flushed a pink hue when he said them. "Brandon?"
Brandon forced a smile that reminded Phillip of the day he had asked him out in the first place. "Yes?"
"I love you too."
Brandon sighed, trying to cover up the fluttering in his stomach with nonchalance. "Well I’m just beat - I figure it’s about time for a nap, yes?"
Phillip smirked "Sure Brandon,"