FIC/IMAGES: We're Sown Together [Brian/Stefan]

[lust_n_lunacy]

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PAIRING: Brian / Stefan
SUMMARY: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Stefan and Brian spend Valentine's Day together. Brian uses the occasion to bring some romance and fun into the bedroom.
MEDIA: Contains images, warning, some of which are not worksafe.



We're Sown Together

"I'm like a stray puppy you know," Brian mused. "Now that you've cooked for me you'll never get rid of me."

Stefan swept his hand beneath Brian's chin and kissed him gently. "Good."

Content, Brian sat in his chair at the dinner table idly rubbing his small belly as Stef cleared the dishes before them. They'd decided this year they weren't going to buy in to the commercialism and get each other expensive Valentine's Day presents; instead they'd do something more thoughtful, more intimate.

As Stefan fulfilled his Valentine gift by clearing and cleaning the dishes from the dinner he'd prepared Brian snuck off, unnoticed, to tend to the staging of his contribution.

He returned to his chair only seconds before Stefan triumphantly appeared from the kitchen. "Done!" He announced standing expectantly before Brian.

Blissfully unaware, Brian smiled back at him. "What?" He asked innocently.

Stefan hesitated slightly. "Ahm, not to underestimate you, because I'm sure whatever you've done is perfect... but, didn't you say you had something for dessert?" The smile on Brian's face broadened, "And..." Stefan stumbled over his words in confused response to Brian's reaction, "and...well, I don't see anything in your kitchen that's going to be of any use."

"Oh ye of little faith!" Brian mocked. Stefan's eyes sparkled bashfully, as the pair locked sights.

"C'mere," Brian spoke in a softened tone, beckoning the bassist closer. He pulled his chair away from the table, yet remained seated.

Stefan took his cue and dutifully, though cautiously, straddled the singer's thighs.

"You're a heavy bugger, aren't you?" Brian grinned.

Stefan shifted and moved to sit on the table, but Brian brought him back toward his lap. He laughed playfully, splaying his hand across the side of Stefan's face to keep his attention.

"I'm only kidding. This will only take a sec anyway."

"You sure?"

"When have I ever said no to having your legs wrapped around me?" Brian asked incredulously.

Stefan smiled and nuzzled affectionately into the hand cradling his face. Once more his gaze returned expectantly to Brian's, though Brian was reluctant to reveal his surprise. He loved watching Stefan's anticipation and relished the slow reveal.

The heat between the pair grew as Stefan shifted in Brian's lap locking them tighter together. His head sunk down to meet Brian's lips and took them in for a tender kiss.

Pulling away, Stefan sighed lightly. "Okay, no more stalling. Tell me what it is," he said taking Brian's hands in his own and shaking them impatiently.

"Okay, okay. Yes, I have dessert, but no, it's not in the kitchen."

Stefan pulled back, eyeing Brian, intrigued and ready to hear more. Brian pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket and revealed two small candy hearts.

"Oh," Stefan said in disappointment. The sentiment was sweet, but two generic candy hearts weren't exactly thoughtful.

"Just wait," Brian said impatiently, "you haven't even looked at them yet." He handed the first heart to Stefan.


"LUV U," Stefan read from the first piece. "Aww, thank you, that's sweet," he said stoically, placing the candy on the table, once again trying to hide his disappointment.

"No, no, just..." Brian said flustered, "here, look, read this one."


Stefan indulged Brian and took the second heart from his hand; to his surprise it read, 'BRI 4 STEF'.

Amused, he looked at Brian quizzically, "How'd you get these?"

"I didn't get them, I made them..."

"Oooh," Stef said suddenly in realization of the effort Brian had gone to. "I didn't... I didn't realize, sorry."

"...well, sort of. I got all this stuff and it tells you how to write on them you know... god, that bastard tiny writing. They're you're favourite flavour, cherry. Here, try one." Brian said taking a heart from Stefan's hand and placing it in his mouth.

Slowly and deliberately Stefan leant forward taking more of Brian's hand into his mouth than was necessary. His lips slid back and forth over his fingers, gently sucking on them, as he tasted the sweet cherry flavour.

Brian pulled his sticky fingers from Stefan's mouth and placed them in his own, ridding himself of the sweet sugary substance. The bassists eyes darkened in lust as he watched every licking motion carried out by his lover's tongue. He leant in, probing at Brian's mouth, hungry to feel the warmth inside. Eagerly Brian tasted his lover's lips, sucking hungrily against the soft, reddened flesh. They explored each other with a sense of urgency, yet over time they had developed a familiarity that surrounded them in soft intimacy.

Parting from Stefan with reddened lips Brian grinned impishly, having stolen his cherry treat.

"Hey that was mine!" Stefan pouted, as Brian crunched the remainder defiantly between his teeth.

Disregarding his lover's disdain Brian trailed his face along the curve of Stefan's neck, breathing in his scent and enjoying their closeness. He allowed contact only momentarily before placing a single kiss on the Swede's jaw, then tapped at his thighs in a move to make him stand.

"C'mon, I'm not done yet."

Legs entangled, Brian walked backwards as if he were in a silent waltz with Stefan; teasingly leading him, beckoning him further, taunting him with light kisses that would eventuate to nothing more.

Once they reached the bedroom door Stefan stopped trailing Brian's footsteps as he observed the familiar surroundings in their altered state. It was obvious that the singer had gone to a lot of effort. Lights were dimmed and candles adorned every possible surface creating an alter-like presence out of the large bed in the centre of the room.

Beside the bed lay an assortment of goodies; a bouquet of red roses, lube and more candy hearts strewn across the bedside cabinet amongst other objects. On first examination Stefan thought the bed was draped in rose petals, but as he ventured closer a smirk spread across his face in realization that the deceptive red hue was the packaging on a plethora of condoms leafed over the white bedding.

While Brian stood admiring his own handy work, Stefan enveloped him from behind.

"Sneaky thing." Stefan murmured, pleasantly surprised. He nipped gently at the soft skin behind Brian's ear, which caused him to squirm and turn in Stefan's arms.

The flickering candlelight bounced off the walls and found itself trapped in the singer's eyes making them glow otherworldly as Brian inspected the figure before him.

Slowly, moving forward, Stefan cornered Brian against the bed and with nowhere else to go his small frame fell backward onto the welcoming mattress beneath. Gently Stefan splayed his body over the length of his tiny counterpart ensuring contact in all the right places. Seeking direct contact Brian's hands roamed inside Stefan's shirt and clenched tightly as the bassist ran his tongue along the arch of his lover's neck.

Stefan probed past Brian's lips consuming his lover's soft moans with his own gentle whimpers. The cries from Brian's mouth grew louder as he half protested against Stefan's advances. Though his body ached to continue Brian had much more in mind for their evening together and surprised Stefan when he finally voiced his thoughts.

"Baby, stop," he breathed heavily as Stefan continued to capture his lips. "No-mphf, wait a minute," he said, pushing himself into a sitting position. Confused, Stefan followed his cue and sat beside Brian.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing." Brian said placing his hand over Stef's in an unconscious act of reassurance. "I just thought, you know, since it's supposed to be a special... memorable day that maybe..."

"Yeah...?"

"...That maybe we could try something... different? "

Stefan suppressed a smile and raised an eyebrow, "What sort of 'different' did you have in mind?"

"Wouldn't it be good if we could let go of all control...leave a few things to fate? I thought maaaybe we could play a little game?" Brian voiced enticingly, and then hurriedly added, "Only if you want to."

Stefan smiled affectionately at Brian, indulging his cautious, child-like excitement. He trusted Brian so implicitly that he couldn't imagine ever denying one of his whims in the bedroom.

"Whatever you want," Stefan said openly offering himself to Brian. "You know I trust you."

Brian beamed.

"Sooo, what do we do?" Stefan asked, waiting for Brian to take the lead.

Brian turned around and glanced to the bedside table; mistakenly Stefan thought he was eyeing the lube.

"You go first," Brian gestured to the table. Stefan realized he must have had a vacant look upon his face when Brian clarified, "The hearts; pick one off the cabinet."

"What, that's all?" Stefan said, completing the act with ease.

Brian nodded. "They all have different things written on them, and whatever it says, no matter what, we have to do it, okay?"


Stefan nodded and chuckled when he looked writing on the candy in his hand. "Nice Ass," he said in a bemused tone. "Um, what are we supposed to do for that one?"

"Nothing," Brian said matter-of-factly, leaning in to peck Stefan on the lips. "It's just nice to get a compliment every now and then."

Leaning backwards, Brian stretched a hand behind his head and grabbed a heart off the bedside table. Stefan chewed at his bottom lip as he caught a glimpse of the singer's bare stomach peeking through from beneath his shirt.

"My turn," Brian called, breaking Stef's chain of thought.

He brought the small green heart close to his face and smiled, reading the tiny print to himself.

"What does it say?" Stefan asked, curious to know. Brian didn't answer. "Bri?"


Brian poked his tongue out at Stef and before Stefan could admonish him for doing so he had placed the heart in the centre of his tongue.

The corners of Stefan's mouth flickered into a smile as he read out loud, "Suck me."

Brian took the sweet into his mouth before Stefan sealed the deal; kissing him softly and sending him back against the mattress. As Brian lay upon the bed Stefan's hands slid along the length of his body. Reaching his thighs, Stefan teasingly traced the seam of Brian's jeans with one finger before splaying a firm palm against his zipper.

Sharply, Brian inhaled, the air hissing through his clenched teeth. He took Stefan's hand and placed it snugly beneath his waistband, urging him further. Following his lead, delicately Stefan clasped his hand around Brian and could feel the heat pulsating from his body. The singer moved restlessly beneath his light touch and shed his shirt in anticipation of Stefan's body against his own.

As Stefan's eyes fell upon Brian's naked torso momentarily he forgot the game in which he'd become involved. Content to stare he did just that until Brian's hand beckoned him closer, cradling the Swede's shaved head in his hand.

Stefan's lips met Brian's stomach with soft butterfly kisses and sent a shiver direct to his groin. He loved the feeling of their skin against one and other and continuously sought out the curve of Brian's hip to nuzzle against his own cheek. Brian purred appreciatively at the attention being showered upon his body from his lover. He grew increasingly hard with each touch and caress, yet ached to feel Stefan's mouth surround him whole. He pressed firmly against Stefan's shoulder, urging him lower, and felt Stefan's smile against his bare stomach.

"Please," he murmured desperately.

Stefan rose up and kissed the singer's lips definitively before leaving a searing hot trail in his wake, returning down the length of his body, dragging Brian's jeans from his hips to his ankles. Brian assisted; kicking off his shoes and Stef threw the denim barrier beside where he knelt on the carpeted bedroom floor.

Raising his small, slender legs, Brian wrapped them tightly around Stefan's torso, holding him close. Eager to feel every inch of Brian beneath his hands, Stefan tantalizingly trailed his fingertips along Brian's bare thighs, and over the curves of his rear where it lay pressed upon the white bedspread.

He nuzzled his face against the tip of Brian's erection, blissfully breathing in his deep musky scent; immediately recalling a hundred sense memories. Finally, wrapping his hand around the length as if leashing an animal under control, Stefan's tongue parted his lips, moistening the surface before taking Brian inside his mouth.

Brian bucked gently against his lover's lips sending himself deeper inside. Stefan didn't skip a beat and welcomed him further letting the singer gently rock, fucking his mouth.

Brian's legs clenched tightly around Stefan and his head sunk further into the mattress. Loud gasps were intermittently woven with precious squeaking noises travelling over his parted lips. Stefan lapped faster sensing his lover was on the brink of orgasm and was startled when, unexpectedly, Brian sat and yet again breathlessly motioned for him to do the same.

The tall Swede sat on the bed and, making himself comfortable, Brian laid his head in Stefan's lap, gazing upward and chest beating heavily.

The bassist draped the backs of his fingertips across Brian's face; affectionately removing the damp hair messed across his forehead.

Brian inhaled peacefully and sighed, "Just give me a moment;" before placing a welcome kiss against Stefan's wrist.

Understanding, Stefan waited, idly tracing the curve of Brian's jaw as the singer regained his disposition.

Finally Brian elevated himself and captured Stefan's mouth on his way up. "Such talented lips," he mused, chuckling into their kiss.

Unguarded, Stefan's tongue slipped past Brian's and kissed him with loving intensity, exploring deeper as Brain massaged purposefully, sliding a hand back and forth, caressing his lover's crotch.

Stefan closed his eyes and let the buzzing friction caused by Brian's hand wash over his body. He nuzzled against Brian's head and whispered, "Mmph, that feels good," before firmly placing his own palm over the singer's heightening the exquisite pressure.

Remembering their game Brian bit gently along Stefan's jaw until he reached his soft earlobe. He tugged at it teasingly and then spoke, "Pick another heart off of the cabinet."

Playfully Stefan nipped back at his pint-sized counterpart before crawling across the bed to the cabinet.

With an idea in mind, Brian slunk over to the large chest of drawers and busied himself for a moment, before quickly returning to share in Stefan's results.

"This was a good idea," Stefan said taking Brian's lips tenderly in his own.

"Don't sound so surprised," Brian returned, kissing him contentedly. "What's it say?"

Stefan unclasped his hand and both looked down interested to see what lay beneath. Pleased with the result Brian leant down kissing Stefan's palm to consume the cherry treat. Moments later he rolled on to his stomach, and lay naked in anticipation against the soft white sheets.

Stefan nudged Brian to roll onto his back; he turned to see Stefan shaking his head with a sly smile on his face.

"You didn't read it properly. We have to do whatever the hearts say, don't we?"

Brian looked confused, "Riiight."


Fully clothed Stefan straddled Brian's waist and repeated the words printed on the candy heart, "Fuck me."

Brian cocked his head sideways in response to Stefan's proposition. "You want to? I mean... you want me to?"

Stefan grinned mischievously, contemplating the decision a second time. "Can't disobey the hearts."

Excited at the suggestion Brian pushed himself into a sitting position and gazed heatedly at Stefan. His eyes clouded with lust and his small chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, the silence of the room becoming deafening.

His low husky voice broke their voiceless exchange. "Take off your clothes."

Their eyes never left each other as Stefan lifted his shirt over his head, then manoeuvred difficultly to shed his bottom layers. Once free of all barriers Stefan quickly straddled his lover's legs, delicately balancing, mindful not to hurt Brian. Their lips met, passionately consuming the other, excited at the feel of their bare flesh entwining, becoming one.

Yet again Stefan returned his hand to Brian's length, working slowly against it. In mere moments he'd already returned to a fully heightened state and Brian bit down on his bottom lip as thoughts of filling his lover drifted through his mind.

Stefan searched blindly behind himself with one hand, and finally clasped one of the many foil objects strewn across the foot of the bed. His eyes darkened as he gazed at Brian and tore into the packaging with is teeth. Brian grabbed the lube from the cabinet and twitched in Stefan's hands as he was gently sheathed inside the protective barrier.

The singer generously squeezed gel onto his fingertips and through familiarity Stefan knelt allowing him access. A wave of shivering pleasure shot through his body like electricity as he felt Brian's slick fingers trace over his entrance and tease him ever so slightly by slipping inside.

Stefan clambered close to Brian and delicately guided him inside as he sat, straddled over Brian's waist, legs wrapped behind his back. Once fully inside they remained still, holding each other near, adjusting to the new sensation and embracing the closeness.

The tall Swede leant down and caressed Brian's face with his own. "We'll take it nice and slow. ...I haven't... you know, in a while."

Brian kissed him gently, showing his compliance, and slung one hand low around his lover's waist, balancing him in place and holding him near. His free hand continued to roam over Stefan's body delighting in exploration over his soft, milky white, skin.

Using one hand for leverage Stefan leant back and slowly began raising his body up and down, each time sending Brian deep inside. The singer's lips drifted softly across the bassist's chest before capturing a nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub and sucking it gently. Lost in pleasure, Stefan closed his eyes and threaded his fingers through Brian's tangled hair, clutching tightly as if he couldn't bear to let go.

Momentarily the room lit up and a snapping sound could be heard coming from the large chest of drawers where Brian had been minutes before. Stefan's eyes fluttered open but, perplexed, couldn't make sense of the noise. Disregarding the noise as a candle fizzling out he continued to work against Brian's small body.

Though their position was fiercely intimate, it became cumbersome. Stefan kissed the top of Brian's head and murmured for him to lie down. Brian followed his instructions and looked on at his lover's concentrated face.

Stefan's movements were slow, precise and positioned perfectly. He may have been the bottom this time round but he still held intoxicating control over the singer. Brian clung to the bedspread beneath him with one hand and with the other reached out for Stefan. He circled his thumb over the tip of Stef's arousal and immediately felt a small rush of fluid against his touch. Continuing the motion he wrapped his palm around the bassist's full arousal and as Stefan bore down forcefully against Brian's length, the singer matched the bassist's motions in meter and strength.

Nearing his peak Brian writhed against the bed, occasionally attempting to thrust upward and fill his lover. He caressed Stefan beneath his hand as if he were pleasuring himself and knowing this Stefan was able to reciprocate and fulfil Brian's needs.

As Brian's breaths grew stunted, he whimpered his lover's name repeatedly. "Stef... uuh, Steeef... mmm, unnh unnh, Stefaan."

Hearing his own name pour from his lover's lips, Stefan was no longer able to hold himself. He came hard against Brian's hand and spilled over his stomach. Holding on to Brian's hips he sent his lover's length inside and held him tight in place before repeating and teasing him to climax.

Stefan felt Brian tremble forcefully beneath him and continued thrusting until he knew his lover was sated. With one final stroke Stefan withdrew, and panting he lay beside Brian.

Brian freed himself from the condom and threw it to the floor with reckless abandon. Still yearning for contact, Stefan reached out for Brian pulling the small singer to rest on his chest.

They wrestled momentarily to find a comfortable position before settling down to enjoy the afterglow. Each was damp and covered in remnants of the other, but neither seemed to care. It merely made the time they spent together all the more private and intimate.

Brian's eyes shone as he smiled back at Stefan, addictively stroking his face almost unable to stop the repetitive motion. Stefan noticed the action and kissed the singer's fingertips on each passing by, nipping at them and repeatedly proclaiming, "Love you... love you...love you."

Brian giggled at their playful antics and his laugh was infectious, spreading to Stefan. His head came to rest on Stefan's chest, but rose again once Stefan nudged him asking, "How'd I feel?"

He kissed Stefan's chin in thought. "Let's just say... that you'd better be careful, because it's something I could get used to," he grinned mischievously.

Without warning Stefan flipped Brian on to his stomach and ground his hips forcefully against Brian's rear sending him deep against the bed. He grabbed Brian's hair and lifted the singer's head off of the pillows. Brian groaned in mixed emotions as he wrestled against the mattress.

"You were saying?" Stefan breathed, teasingly licking the rim of his ear.

The singer worked his way free and turned to face the bassist. "Fuck me!" He pleaded, desperately consuming his lover's lips with force and passion.

***


Stefan arrived home the next morning, though in actuality it was almost afternoon. He'd spent the morning wrapped warm and content in the arms of his lover. As much as he wished he could capture their moment forever, the world outside beckoned and he had errands to complete. After much persuasion, and many acts of persuasion he'd finally managed to separate from his precious Valentine.

With a contented skip in his step Stefan shut the apartment door behind himself and walked down the hallway kicking his shoes off and stripping down as he headed directly to the shower.

As he shrugged out of his pants he noticed something sticking out of the back pocket, and scooped the jeans off of the floor to investigate further. He pulled the object from the pocket and was overcome with emotion as he looked at the image. Stefan was shocked; he'd been so consumed that he hadn't noticed the photograph being taken. At the same time he was besotted by the sight of their two bodies, frozen in time, fused together; the perfect uninhibited depiction of love. His eyes drifted away from the visual to read the text hand printed on the Polaroid before him.

'we're sown together.

Happy Valentine's, Love B'