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In the Driver's Seat

Summary:

Brian is used to being in control in the bedroom, but somehow he's found himself without anyone to play with. Then he runs into recently-returned -- and surprisingly grown-up -- Val, who he knew years before as a cute high-school kid. Val's not a high-school kid anymore, though, and there's an air about him that says he's been around and has had a few lessons in the bedroom.

Brian's eager to provide some advanced schooling, but his assumptions end up getting him into trouble. To his own surprise, he finds it's a kind of trouble he's not all that eager to escape.

Read the Beginning:

Brian Stokes gave a rueful wave to his sometime fuck-buddy, Tom, who was being dragged out the door of the Banner Street Gym -- and without even a chance to shower -- by his new boyfriend, Alan or Alex or Aaron or something like that. Brian blew a kiss to Tom's slightly hunched and retreating back, flipped the bird at the evil glare whatever-his-name was aiming at Brian over his shoulder, then stepped over to the desk with a pitiful sigh and started sorting through the box of member cards, looking for his own workout record.

Kelsie, the desk clerk, gave him a look of exaggerated pity, all puppy eyes and trembling lower lip, then dropped the act and giggled at him. "What's the matter, Bri? Left dating your hand again?"

"I'll have you know I never date my hand," Brian replied with a sniff and an arched eyebrow. "I just fuck it occasionally and then roll over and go to sleep."

"So you treat it just like everyone else, then," said Kelsie.

Brian opened his eyes wide and pressed one hand to his chest in exaggerated pain. "Kelsie! What'd I ever do to you?"

"Nothing, unfortunately. I'd even go for one of your one-nighters," she added, giving him an appreciative down-and-up look, "but you won't even throw me that much of a bone."

"Sorry, honey -- incompatible equipment." Brian leaned both elbows on the counter and gave her an apologetic smile. "If I swung that way, I promise you're the first woman I'd grab."

Kelsie managed to eyeroll and giggle simultaneously.

Contrary to popular opinion, Brian actually preferred having someone regular to tackle into bed. Not necessarily something as formal as a "lover" -- he liked some variety occasionally and official lovers tended to think about relationships and monogamy and all that -- but someone who liked to play the same games, someone he could get used to and who'd get used to him, to learn each other's spots and tells and noises and expressions.

He and Tom had had that, the familiarity that comes with experience, when you'd had sex with the same person often enough that you just knew what they needed and how much was almost too much and what that little gasp meant. Tom had known everything about Brian, too, and they'd had a lot of good times together, even a few threesomes with some random hot guy they'd pick up at a bar for the night. It'd been great, just enough without being too much, at least in Brian's opinion. Tom had disagreed, though, after twenty really awesome months. Or at least, what Brian had thought'd been really awesome.

Guess not.

Whatever.

Brian's partners played by his rules, for however long that lasted. When they didn't want to play anymore, they parted company and that was that. Brian usually managed to keep it friendly; nothing was worse than a screaming cat-fight in the middle of a gay bar, and Brian had managed to never be a part of one so far, knock on wood and all that. Although he was a little disappointed in Tom for so clearly being cock-whipped and letting the new guy do his thinking for him, he and Tom would stay friendly if Alphonse allowed it.

It was time to find someone new to audition, though, since brooding never got anyone laid. Well, not Brian anyway; he didn't have the look to pull it off and couldn't manage more than "emo" if he tried. So when he found his card, he wandered into the weight room and eyed the current crowd, in between sets on the leg press. He'd played with just about every Banner Street regular who was both cute and gay, and couldn't think of anyone he'd want to hang with more than once a month or so just then. No one available, anyway.

Lifting, flirting, sit-ups, flirting, presses, flirting. It was fun, but nothing really pinged and Brian finally headed to the shower. Which turned out to be perfect timing because just as he entered the locker room, the most delicious ass he'd seen in... well, months at least, was disappearing into a pair of tight, faded jeans. An unfamiliar delicious ass.