Brian x gender neutral reader stargazing on a summer night?
Ohhhh anon you speak my language (♡ω♡ ) ~♪
Soooo, this was meant to be a short little "boop, here's your story (◍•ᴗ•◍)" but then uh... Yeah, enjoy.
As much as you'd gotten comfortable living in the city, your found the more time you spent at Ridge Farm the more you loved it. All of the little perks to being far away from the busy, quick paced, noisy, every day life in London. The animals, the fresh air, waking up without dreading everything you had to do all day... Getting closer with Brian.
Your friendship with Bri was always close, and hardly ever did you come across a disagreement. When you did however, it always lead to a little more of your heart breaking. The last couple of years you two had put as much effort as you could into fixing your friendship after a major blow up. In the midst of a little cuddling Brian had mentioned that Queen were going to a farm, someplace quiet and private. Somewhere you two could heal with each other. And he wanted you to come with him.
Currently, you had no clue where Brian had run off to. Despite all of your efforts, your hurt feeling and all consuming love for Brian became a dangerous concoction. You two would frequently lash out at each other, fall into bed with the intent to take your anger out on each other...and then...Brian would make love to you. His eyes and his body lost all of their anger as he made love to you and made promises to fix his mistakes, promises that he loved you, that he was in love with you. Every night you believed him. And every morning you'd wake up alone. Feeling stupid, used, and unloved. This all became such a vicious cycle of pain and confusion for you both. And-
"(y/n)!" Roger clicked his fingers in front of your face. "Spacing out again? Brian's looking for you. Said he wanted to surprised you or something." Truthfully, you were hardly listening. The mention of Brian's name stung somewhere in your heart and left you reluctant to go find him.
"M'kay, thanks Rog," you got up, fully intending to ignore Brian's apparently want for you "If you see him just say I was tired, so I went to bed."
"Alright fruitcake, g'night" Roger waved, and you gave hum a hum before heading off to your shared room with Brian. You were three steps from the room when the door swung open, revealing a frantic and slightly disheveled Brian.
"oh thank god, angel," the nickname almost felt like a slap to the face, "there you are. Look, just come with me" as though your heart wasn't still broken from last night (when he cradled your body and whispered sweet nothings as you made love, before sneaking out of bed late into the night to keep away from you) he reached for your hand. As though you were burned, you pulled away from the contact, staining Brian's face with confusion.
"I'm going to bed. I'm tired" though it was mostly a lie. You did mean to lay in bed, but your exhaustion wasn't physical, more mental and emotional.
"I know just- can you please trust me? Just for tonight?" His entire being was painted with desperation and honesty. From his messy curls to the frantic, yet completly open gaze he fixed on you.
"...ok. I'll follow you" your head screamed that this was a bad idea. Telling you all of the heartache you endured because of this man while you were nothing more than a friend to him, questioning whether or not he even considered you to be friends anymore.
Gently, he took your hand and lead you across the field surrounding the farm. While your head was screaming, your heart pounded and took in every molecule of serenity that he filled you with. Your heart fixated on the way he held your hand as though he needed you, yet was afraid he'd break you. On the way tears had seemed to only just dry from his face, or the way the breeze grazed over his cheeks to brush the curls from his face. His entire body spoke of exhaustion and sadness, tugging at your heartstrings.
It must have been an hour or so ago since the sun set, leaving you both in a quiet cocoon of night and silence. Before long, Brian stopped and looked around, muttering under his breath before turning to you.
"I think... We're here" his soft voice made you shiver, making you kick yourself mentally.
"here? What's here?" You watched him sit in the grass and pat the space next to him. When you sat next to him, he layed back in the freshly trimmed grass.
"it's dark enough out here, far away from the city you know and um... You can see the stars." Brian pointed, tracing the lines of an asterism, and you laid back with him.
Besides the breeze and an occasional chittering from some woodland animal you couldn't see, the two of you laid there in complete silence for what must have been an hour. Though you were quiet, your mind was racing. Trying to find the motivation behind Brian's sudden apparent need for you. Taking a risk, you turned your head to glance at him. Your breath caught in your throat.
Brian had an intense, yet sad gaze fixed on you. Faintly, you could make out a glimmer of fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. He didn't stop staring as you caught him, he only smiled. A sad and tired smile. Your head couldn't stop you anymore as your heart moved your hand to cup his cheek, brushing newly formed tears from under Brian's eyes.
"Bri-" the words you meant to say were lost as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.
"Watch the stars baby" he whispered, a scratchy, quiet noise that he tried to laugh off.
You looked back to the sky, opting to scoot closer and lay with your side pressed against Brian's. Easily, as though you were two magnets drawn to each other, your hands clasped together. Though it was minimal contact, you could feel his breathing calm from where he was pressed against you.
Another half hour must have lapsed in silence before you could find the words you needed.
"Bri... Are you ok?" The words were simple enough, yet caused him to hold your hand tighter.
"No" even with the single word his voice broke, getting husky and quiet in a way you only became so familiar with in the last year. He was still crying.
"what's-?" He cut you off.
"I'm so scared angel," he brought up a hand to wipe at the tears rolling down his cheeks, "shit, I'm so scared." You fully turned to face him, laying on your side.
"Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Why are you so scared?" You could hear the growing fear in you own voice, a mix of concern and anxiety that tightened your chest. Brian's breath hitched with a little cry before he could talk.
"I'm- I've been so awful to you. I've been hurting you and leaving you and promising you so much and then-" he sniffled, trying to regain some composure. His voice came out strained "been doing it all because I'm so scared."
You gently brushed away a new flood of tears from his cheeks, shushing him as his little cries turned into more heart pulling sobs.
"shh brimi... What are you scared of?" Carefully, you ran your fingers through his curls. Something to sooth him as his crying waned again.
"Scared of how much I love you. God it- it's been eating me up inside (y/n), making me do all kinds of stupid things I shouldn't." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands to hide his face. Feeling like he could cry more just from the embarrassment and vulnerability of his words.
"You're scared of...but you keep leaving after we-"
"I know what I've done is wrong" his tone turned bitter, a testament to his anger with himself. "I've done nothing but hurt you and I've been nothing but weak and selfish and-" he took a short breath "After we... Make love, angel, and you've fallen asleep in my arms, and we've promised each other our love... I get so scared that I'll only hurt you more. After new years we saw how much I can hurt you and I've only made it worse since we got here."
In the brief silence, you squeezed his hand. Offering as much reassurance as you could silently while tears formed in your own eyes.
"so... You leave me?"
"I run away. Like the coward I am" Brian's words to himself were bitter and on edge.
"I want to to stay with me. After we make love I just want you to stay. You don't have to love me or be committed to me, I just want-"
"I love you." Compared to the edge that lined his voice previously, the gentle way he spoke those three words cut through the atmosphere. "I love you, and I want a committed relationship with you. I'm just... Scared I can't be good enough for you."
Silence coated you two again.
You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest.
"I love you Brian," you paused as you felt his breath hitch. "Be mine?"
Suddenly, he pulled you into his chest, trapping you to his heart.
"Brian?"
"yes... I'll be yours. Please angel, just give me this chance."
You stroked over his heart, trying to calm him down again.
"I've got you...my star boy"
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When you woke up the next morning you were laying on Brian's chest in the grass. The blanket of dread that coated your heart was nowhere to be found. You felt calm as your head moved with the rise and fall of Brian's breathing.
Things would be ok. You and Brian would be ok.
Some day. One day.
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Vote of Confidence
Summary: Brian may x fem!reader. After attending your new boyfriend’s first show, things get hot, namely Brian’s cheeks from all the blushing.
Word Count: 6.7k
Warnings: super fluff, awkwardness, cussing, smut (18+ marked with ***)
A/N: Here’s the aforementioned olive oil (as in extra virgin) Brian fic! Thank you @supersonicfreddie for helping me with a decision at the beginning, and @musicgirlyy for beta-reading!!I hope you enjoy, and any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs, messages, and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing!
Request: Is it okay if I request Bri and reader losing their virginity together and he’s being a lil innocent bb?
Masterlist
(this has gotta be my fav Bri look)
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Standing in a crowd of sweaty, drunk people isn’t something you’d usually willingly do. It was worth it in this case, though. The boy you had recently started dating, well it had been a few weeks actually, was performing with his band, and you were at the pub to watch.
The two of you had met in a physics lecture because it was his major and your minor. He had been a big help with studying for the tests, especially midterms, and the two of you had grown to be good friends by finals. You had parted ways at break with the promise of getting coffee to catch up in the new year.
That coffee date that you weren’t sure was a real date lasted about six hours. And when Brian walked you home and kissed you on your doorstep, you knew it was the real thing. It was now a few weeks since then, and although it was still the middle of winter, at least the sun was out for longer and longer each day.
Anyway, you were here now, at the first concert of Brian’s you had been to. Apparently, he had considered inviting you during the last semester, but chickened out each time. When he had told you that, you had laughed and kissed him on the cheek, telling him that you thought it was cute he had been nervous.
You were anxiously waiting in the crowd for the band to come on. Brian hadn’t told you much about what to expect, other than they were a rock band called Queen, which you loved the preposterousness of. You had met his band mates before apparently, though at the time, he just called them friends. Each had been really kind to you, and you wondered how all these seemingly shy guys (well, except for that Roger) would be on stage.
Before long, the lights turned down and the band came out. Freddie, the singer, you learned as he walked up to the microphone stand, was wearing a skintight jumpsuit with flowing arms and bell bottom legs that was completely made out of shiny black satin. John (or Deaky as you had been told to call him), the bassist, was wearing something similar, but a little less revealing; a black satin suit with a white satin shirt underneath that was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. You caught a glimpse of Roger right before he sat down at the drums and he was wearing a patterned black and white shirt that was completely unbuttoned, leaving his chest and stomach exposed to the crowd. Finally, Brian walked onto the stage and your jaw dropped.
The handsome, dorky, lanky, physics student that you had been dating was completely gone, and in his place was a beautiful, confident, intimidating, glam, rock god. If it hadn’t been for his curls, you might not have believed it was him. He was wearing this gorgeous white blouse with black accents and ruffles that framed his neck and chest. His eyes were even more striking than usual, as they were outlined with a black eyeliner.
Walking across the stage, he held his guitar, that beautiful Red Special he had shown you one time at his apartment. His fingers were adorned with multiple rings, and the nails of one hand were painted white. Your eyes travelled down what seemed like the miles that his legs went on, and you were finally able to gain your composure when you saw what he was wearing on his feet. They were the white clogs he wore all the time and you were glad he wasn’t wearing platform leather boots like Deaky or Freddie or you never would’ve recovered.
As it was, you were having difficulty paying attention to the music or anything other than Brian’s hands flying across the fretboard as they started their first song. His fingers just looked so long, graceful, and beautiful. You shivered thinking about what else those fingers could do. A second later, one of Brian’s hands waved at you, and your eyes were forced from them to his face. He was looking at you a little confusedly, even as he continued to play. But, when you licked your lips subconsciously and then broke out into a smile, Brian smirked and shot you a wink. Even though he was your boyfriend, you found yourself almost swooning along with all of the other girls at the front of the stage. You heard them arguing over who the wink was for and felt proud that you were the one on the receiving end of it.
That brought you to another thought, though. Where had this brazen rockstar come from? You thought Brian had all of the reasons in the world to be confident; he was intelligent, kind, funny, beautiful, and so much more, but for some reason he was always a little nervous around you. Actually, you supposed it had to do with his lack of experience.
Over the course of your relatively short relationship, things had slowly started to heat up. You felt the sexual tension build every time you were alone together, but everything seemed so innocent from Brian’s side. When you were kissing, he would only very gently touch your face, and the first time the two of you made out, he hadn’t moved his hands from there until you took them and placed them on your waist. And that’s where they stayed for the rest of the time.
Since you were a little inexperienced yourself, you decided to clear the air during your last make-out session (during which he had moved his hands on his own, even touching your ass and breasts without prompting), which was less than a week ago.
He had been switching between kissing your jaw, cheeks, and mouth (he hadn’t ever made it to your neck yet) when you had pulled back enough so you could see his face. Seeing that a couple of curly tendrils had clouded his vision, you moved them aside and brushed your hand along his cheek.
“Brian, I need to tell you something. Nothing bad,” you amended when he started to look a little worried. You lifted his hands from where they had been resting on your ass, and Brian blushed when he realized he hadn’t moved them himself. Moving off of his lap, you knelt next to him and took his hands in yours.
“I’m telling you this because I want to be completely honest with you, not because I expect anything from you, other than understanding,” you started and Brian nodded. “I’ve never had sex. I’m a virgin.”
Brian’s brows furrowed for a second at your statement and then he asked, “Really? Not that I don’t believe you, I do, but you just seem so… experienced.”
“I’ve had experience with the things we’ve been doing, and a couple other things, but never sex,” you explained and he had a thoughtful look on his face.
“Well, then I think you should know I’m a virgin too,” Brian told you, looking at your intertwined hands instead of your face. He hadn’t been sure if he was going to tell you because he had been worried you’d want someone with as much experience as yourself, but your openness and honesty led him to want to be the same way with you.
You lifted one of his hands and kissed it softly, which brought his eyes to you. “Thank you for telling me, Brian. I’m glad we told each other.”
“Me too,” he agreed, and then kissed you softly on your cheek. You followed his lips and kissed him for real, eventually moving onto his lap again. Instilled with a new sense of closeness and even a bit more confidence, Brian lips moved to your neck that night, and left their very first set of hickies along your throat, which Brian blushed at every time he saw them after.
Your hand drifted down your neck, over the now almost completely faded marks that Brian had left, and you were brought back to the moment with the cheers and screaming all around you. You clapped and cheered along, missing the way Brian’s eyes had hungrily tracked the movement of your hand down your neck.
On stage, he knew what he was doing. He was experienced and knew how to please a crowd and play his guitar expertly, artfully. And it made him feel more confident in other aspects; he was able to flirt with you and think about you in ways he normally would have been too embarrassed to do. Usually, you were the one to flirt with him, loving the way his cheeks pinkened and he stammered over his words. He was glad you were okay with his nervousness, you had even called it cute, but he had hoped that some day soon he would be the one making you feel flattered and flustered. He just hadn’t thought that it would finally happen at one of his concerts.
The concert continued, and you slowly shifted your gaze away from just Brian to watch Roger and Deaky’s playing, and the absolute show of its own that was Freddie singing. You danced and swayed along with the music, losing yourself in it along with the rest of the crowd. The only thing that brought your attention away from it was when you looked at Brian for longer than a second, still in awe of him.
As the night went on, your looks lingered for longer and longer, and each time he made eye contact with you, you swallowed and felt a new heat in your body that didn’t have anything to do with the large number of people surrounding you.
Brian noticed the way you were acting, and was not unaffected by it himself. He saw the way your eyes had darkened over the hours, how you shifted your legs every few minutes, and how your chest heaved lightly every time he caught your eye. Just knowing that you were so affected by him made his mind wander (luckily playing was second nature to him) and made it a little more than necessary to keep his guitar close to his body.
By the encore, you were actually biting your lip and thinking to yourself that you were almost as turned on just watching Brian play as you ever had been making out with him. The concert ended with raucous applause and you headed to the offstage door where you had planned to meet Brian.
Just as you knocked on the door, Brian opened it and took your raised hand, pulling you into the hallway with him. It seemed that the confidence hadn’t left and he pushed you (still gently) against the wall, holding your face securely in his hands, and kissed you passionately. You moaned in surprise but kissed back with the same feeling. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling the ruffle of his shirt against your fingers, which you then grabbed to keep him close to you. The kiss went on for as long as you could handle not breathing, and when you broke apart, you stared into each others eyes and then broke out laughing as you tried to catch your breath.
You were still a little caught in your giggles when Brian turned his attention to kissing your neck sweetly, taking the path that the faint hickies created.
“You guys were amazing up there. Especially you. I- um- you’re- you play so beautifully,” you said, getting distracted by his hot mouth on your throat.
Brian smirked against your neck and said in between kisses, “Thank you. I think- we should- go back- to your place- instead of- the bar- with the others.”
“Oh- okay. Should we- should we go say hello to the boys first?” you asked, not knowing how much more of this you could handle without completely melting in the hallway.
“Sure, let’s,” he straightened up next to you and offered you his hand, which instead of taking, you placed around your shoulders. You wrapped your opposite arm around his waist, wanting a little support because your knees were a little weak with all that was going on.
The two of you walked the short distance to the dressing room, where the others were now dressed in their street clothes, which for Roger and Freddie weren’t much less bold than their stage clothes. Deaky, on the other hand, was in a button down short sleeve t-shirt and jeans.
Since you had met them all a couple of times, they greeted you warmly when you walked in the room.
“Right, well I’ll change and then we can go. You’ll be good here, love?” Brian asked you after everyone said hello.
“Yeah I’ll be fine,” you assured him with a nod. He grabbed his bag and then walked into the little attached bathroom.
“So, Y/N, what did you think of the show?” Deaky asked you with a smile. You always appreciated how nice to you he was, even back when you and Brian were just becoming friends.
“It was absolutely amazing! I don’t go to many concerts, but this was the best I’ve ever seen. All of you were incredible,” you gushed.
“Thanks, but the question our dear Deaks should have asked is what has got you and Brian all hot and bothered? Have a little rendezvous in the hallway?” Roger asked you with a smirk. You liked Roger, but he could be a bit of a nosy prick sometimes.
“Roger, I’m sure our innocent little Y/N and Brian were doing no such thing. And even if they were, it would be none of your business,” Freddie told off Roger, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as if to protect you from him. He lead you across the room from him and then leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry, darling, you can always tell me about your escapades with Brian. I’m an excellent secret-keeper.”
You giggled at what he said, not entirely convinced that it was true.
“Oi, what are you two whispering about? If it’s about me, I have a right to know,” Roger said, pointing an accusatory finger at you and Freddie.
“Don’t worry Rog, there’s nothing interesting enough about you that one would have to whisper instead of say aloud,” Deaky said from his spot chilling on the couch and you and Freddie cracked up.
Just as Roger was about to get mad and go after Deaky, the bathroom door opened, hitting him in the shoulder.
“Oh, sorry Rog. I didn’t know you were there,” Brian said in a calm voice, patting him on the shoulder. That seemed to diffuse Roger’s anger for the moment.
Brian walked over to you, now dressed in a t-shirt that was probably a size too small on him and black velvet pants. The strip of his tummy that was exposed and the way the velvet clung to his legs did nothing for your ability to breath or your weak knees.
“Ready?” you asked in a quiet voice, not trusting your voice to actually work any louder anymore.
“Aren’t you guys coming with us to the bar?” Freddie asked in confusion.
“We’re actually going to Y/N’s. It’s just been a long night,” Brian excused.
“Okay…” Freddie trailed off, putting two and two together in his brain. “Well, you kiddies have a… safe night in then.”
Your eyes widened at his implication, but you thought to yourself that it was good advice. Plus, Roger didn’t seem to understand the metaphor, as he was looking confusedly at Deaky who was ignoring him. At least not everyone knew what was going on.
“Thanks Fred,” Brian said shortly and with a pointed look. Then he grabbed your hand and walked to the door, turning his head over his shoulder to say, “Bye all,” and leaving you to wave over yours.
Once you were out of the building, Brian let you set the pace, but you didn’t slow down, instead pulling him along faster to the car. You had driven so you could drop Brian off early for sound check and come back yourself closer to the start of the show. So, you were driving now on your way to your flat, and it was probably a good thing because Brian had started to get nervous again and was tapping his foot like crazy. Neither of you had spoken about what was happening, but it seemed obvious that he was nervous for the same reason your heart was beating faster and you body was getting warm.
You reached for his hand and held it securely in yours, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. That seemed to calm him some, but every so often, his grip tightened on your hand for a couple seconds and then relaxed again.
In a couple of minutes, you reached your flat and parked, walking up to the door with Brian in tow and letting the two of you in. You made yourselves comfortable, taking off your shoes and jackets before moving to the kitchen. Brian was hungry after the show, and to be honest so were you (and it was a good idea to fuel up a little for what was to come), so the two of you washed your hands and shared an orange, just chatting about the show.
Once you were done eating, you moved to your bedroom. You didn’t live alone, but luckily one of your roommates was at her boyfriend’s and the other was visiting home for the weekend.
You closed the door behind you, just in case, and then sat on the edge of your bed, telling Brian to pick out a record to put on. He chose Sweet Baby James by James Taylor since it was one of your shared favorites and joined you on the bed. You turned so you were sitting with your legs criss-crossed and facing him, then nudged him until he did the same. As James’ sweet voice filled the room, you grabbed his right hand, studying the rings he had on. You kissed each finger that a ring was on, and then switched to his left hand, doing the same.
“I like the nail polish,” you said, still looking down at his hands.
“You do?” he asked curiously.
“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking up to meet his eyes so he knew you were telling the truth. “And you looked absolutely gorgeous onstage. I mean, you look gorgeous every day, but not everyone holds up onstage, and you just shine.”
Brian blushed at your compliments and you reached a hand to touch his warm cheek. He tilted his head into the touch. Getting up on your knees, you pushed him back so he was leaning against your pillows and straddled his hips.
“Your hair was like a cloud and it shined when the light hit it,” you said, moving his hair slightly away from his face and then tugging gently on a couple strands on either side. Brian made a sound in the back of his throat when you did, so as you continued, you did another time.
“And your arms and legs looked so beautiful and strong,” you told him, running your hands up and down his upper arms.
“Your eyes were so piercing, it was like I was drowning in their beauty,” you said, watching as they slowly got darker and darker with each passing praise.
Reaching down to grab his hands again, you continued, “Oh and your hands, I just wanted to feel them.”
“Feel them?” Brian asked softly.
“Yes, Bri I want you to touch me, please,” you pleaded, leaning in to kiss him and letting go of his hands so he could.
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He did so tentatively at first, holding your face to his and then moving them to your hair and the back of your neck. He mimicked your movement of pulling just a little section of your hair and you moaned in approval, so he pulled on more and you shifted your hips against his.
Next, Brian moved his hands to your waist, and pushed the hem of your shirt up a little. He ran his hands up the back of your shirt and you winced because they were colder than you expected.
“Sorry, they’re cold,” he said, removing them from under your shirt and putting them back on the clothed part of your waist.
“No, Bri, it’s okay. I’ll get used to it, and they’ll warm up. Actually, why don’t we just get rid of the obstacle,” you said and Brian didn’t understand until your shirt was halfway off your body. It was his first time seeing you shirtless, and the sight of you only in your bra made basically his entire face red. It also made his cock harder than he would like to admit, but of course, you already knew that since you were right on top of him. Smiling at his embarrassment sweetly, you moved his hands back to the now unclothed part of your waist and continued the kiss.
Brian got lost in the kiss for a little bit, just moving his hands up and down your back in a way that was soothing and nice. Then, when he sucked lightly on the tip of your tongue like he had discovered you liked, you moved your hips again and his hands shot down instinctively to your ass. They stayed there, kneading the soft flesh and helping you move your hips against his, which was causing both of you to moan into each other’s mouths.
Breaking the kiss, you moved down instead to kiss his neck, locating his sweet spot that you had found the week before. You sucked and kissed on it until he was softly moaning, his grip had moved and tightened around your waist, and you could feel him completely hard underneath you.
Then, you played with the hem of his shirt, waiting until he nodded before you helped him take it off. You went back to kissing his neck, but this time, you started moving down to his chest and kept going until you reached his stomach, kissing along the part that had been exposed by his little shirt. When you started toying with the waistband of his pants, Brian realized what you had in mind and grabbed your shoulders to lift you back up to him.
“No, um, no you can’t do that,” Brian said in a shaky voice.
“Why not?” you asked, confused. “It’s really fun, I can show you.”
Brian subconsciously bucked his hips at your words but held strong, “From what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t last a second doing that, and I think- I think we both… don’t want that.”
“Fine,” you said, pouting a little before settling back over his crotch. Brian hissed at the contact and moved you off of him to the side.
You were about to protest when he spoke up, albeit quietly, “There is one thing that I would, um, like to try, and I think, maybe, that you might, um, like it too.”
He was blushing like crazy as he said it, and he was fiddling with his rings as he did. He was also looking at his hands, but this time it seemed more pointed than just a nervous behavior. Then it clicked for you. He wanted to try pleasing you with his hands because you had said you wanted him to touch you.
You shivered in anticipation and smiled a little, replying, “Yeah, uh, I think I will.”
So this time, you laid back against the pillows and Brian moved over you, kissing you deeply. It was a new position for the two of you, as usually you were straddling him or you were just lying facing each other. But this was very nice, especially when you spread your legs so Brian could fit more easily between them, and he rocked his crotch against your core. Yep, this was definitely the way to go.
After another few minutes of kissing, it was Brian this time who moved down your neck. Re-darkening the marks he had left before, he then kissed down the center of your breasts, not asking to take off your bra, since he wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing that yet. (Once you weren’t wearing a bra while the two of you made out, and he swears he almost came just touching them through your shirt). Plus he figured you’d just take it off when you wanted to. So, he kissed down your stomach and then reached the waistband of your shorts. He followed the hem with his lips, moving left first, and then right before coming back to center.
Brian sat there patiently until you said okay, and he reached his two shaky hands to undo the button and pull down the zipper. Then he tugged them down your legs, leaving kisses along your thighs and then down your shins. When they were off, he moved back up your body to kiss you again, wanting to take it slow not only for you, but also for himself.
“You’ll have- to tell me,” he said in between heated kisses and you nodded.
“Um, why don’t you just put your hand here,” you said, placing his hand so his palm was just resting on your mound over the top of your panties. Brian almost groaned at the warmth and slight dampness he could feel. He started putting just a little pressure, and your breathing sped up in anticipation. Brian captured your lips again, and when you felt comfortable, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, waited for Brian to move his hand away, and then slid them down your legs and off, tossing them off the edge of the bed.
Brian wasn’t used to seeing anyone, let alone you, naked from the waist down, and he flushed again, his eyes flashing back and forth between your exposed pussy and the pattern of the comforter.
“Brian, hey look at me,” you told him, trying to draw him out of this spiral he seemed to be headed towards.
He made eye contact with you and you swallowed thickly when you saw how wide his pupils were blown. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again, since that was something he didn’t have to think about doing to do well.
Then, while keeping the kiss going, you grabbed his hand in yours and brought it down again to your heat. Forming your hand over his, you pressed one finger along your folds to spread the wetness that had gathered there. Brian moaned into the kiss at the feeling. (While he hadn’t ever done this, he had heard some conversations and knew that was a good sign.)
Once that was done, you guided his index finger to your clit and started moving it in slow, gentle circles. His finger was so much different to your own or anyone else’s because of his guitar playing. You could feel the callus against your clit, and it made for a new experience that was already starting to build that wonderful pleasure.
When he seemed to get the idea, you moved your hand away and focused on the feeling. Brian kept up the movement, breaking the kiss to watch how you reacted. You kept your eyes closed, but your breathing deepened, and every so often, you gasped in pleasure.
“Whenever, um, it gets less slick, you can get your finger wet again,” you told him a little awkwardly, when the friction started to become too dry. He nodded and did as you said, immediately finding the right rhythm again.
“And you can press just a little harder and go a little faster,” you informed him and he complied, not missing a beat. The new speed and pressure made you moan and you spread your legs further, revealing more of yourself to him.
“Can I- I want to feel more of you,” he admitted, still blushing, but sure.
“Uh-huh. You can stop for a second,” you told him a little breathlessly. Your pussy had started to clench around nothing, and you were glad for his offer to do more.
Reaching down to wrap your hand around his again, you kept your legs spread and pushed the tip of his index finger so it was just inside of your opening. You guided his finger the rest of the way into you, going slow and leaving time for yourself to adjust.
“O-Okay, you can keep moving in and out, but just go slow for now. And you can keep, um, rubbing my clit when-whenever you want,” you told him, already starting to feel pleasure just from the thrusting of his finger.
Brian situated himself so that he was kneeling between your legs and started using his other hand to stimulate your clit. The combined actions were enough to have you moaning and letting out soft “ohs” whenever he came close to hitting your g-spot.
As your orgasm continued to build more and more, you knew you needed more, and tried telling him, “I want- I- need-” but you were cut off by your own gasps of pleasure.
“Do you want me to add another finger?” Brian asked you; he had been feeling the tightening of your walls around his finger and figured that’s what you wanted. As you made eye contact with him you moaned and nodded. His hair was frizzy from him shaking it away from his face so he could see you, his cheeks were a permanent crimson, his eyes were darker than you thought they could be, and his lips were plump and swollen from both your kissing and him biting them as he worked his fingers against you.
“Just- just still go slow,” you told him and he nodded in reply. He added his middle finger in tandem with his pointer finger inch by inch, keeping them both facing palm up. You moaned high and louder than before at the stretch, and Brian whined at the feeling and the sound. He was already so hard just from causing your pleasure that his tip was leaking precum, and he didn’t know how he’d actually handle being inside of you.
Over time, he sped up gradually, moving both of his hands against you in perfect unison. Your pleasure really began to grow, and you moved closer and closer to the edge. Before long, your hips were grinding down against his fingers and you were moaning out his name.
Brian didn’t understand though, and slowed his movements for a second, “What? Why are you moving so much? Am I doing it wrong? Do I need to slow down again?”
“No, no keep going,” you protested desperately and he did as you said. “I just- I can’t help it. It feels so good, Bri. Oh- oh- yes, right there!”
Without knowing what he was doing, Brian had started to angle his fingers up so they were pressing against your front wall and were firmly hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
That worked to push you right to the edge, and you exclaimed, “Oh, Brian, that- yes, oh it feels so- so-”
“Please, please come for me, Y/N, I want to see you come,” Brian almost begged you, and you were helpless to do otherwise. You hit your orgasm and came around his fingers, and Brian felt you clench on them, and could feel your clit twitch in pleasure too. He watched you ride out the high, your back arching, eyes squeezing shut, moaning out his name, and Brian couldn’t help but moan and whimper himself, so in awe that he was able to make you feel that good.
Your breathing was uneven as you came down, and you tried to catch your breath, but the aftershocks were still hitting you and Brian was continuing his ministrations.
“That’s- that’s good, Bri. You can stop,” you said between quick breaths. He pulled out his fingers and moved his hands, both of them glistening with your arousal.
“Oh, here,” you said, reaching for one of his hands and bringing his fingers into your mouth to clean them off.
“Oh, fuck,” Brian cursed under his breath, his hips thrusting into the air. Before you could clean the other hand off, he took it in his own mouth, testing the taste of you and moaning, knowing he was what caused your arousal.
“Well I think you can tell by my reaction, but that was very, very good for me,” you told him, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Yeah?” he asked, pulling back to look at you.
“Yeah. In fact, I don't think I’ve ever heard of someone finding the g-spot on accident,” you told him with a smile and the two of you laughed.
In another second, Brian was hungrily kissing you again, and you moaned into it, encouraging him. As he focused on your lips and tongue, you moved your hand to start pushing his pants off, and he helped you take them the rest of the way down. The two of you were about to take his boxer-briefs off when you thought of something.
“Wait, remember what Freddie said,” you told him quickly.
He jumped up and said, “Oh, you're right. Do you –“
“There’s some there’s a box in the bathroom. Stacy bought them and said we could all share,” you told him and he dashed to the bathroom to grab the condom.
He returned and you helped him shimmy his underwear down and he went to work opening the condom. At the sight of his red and swollen cock, you exhaled sharply and your eyes widened in anticipation.
Brian rolled the condom on, which luckily he knew how to do himself, and climbed back onto the bed with you. Realizing you still had your bra on, you unhooked it and took it off, revealing your breasts to Brian. Groaning deeply, his cock twitched at the sight. You laid down and pulled him on top of you. Resting his legs between yours, you held him to you with your arms around his shoulders. You started kissing again, just warming up to the feeling of being naked with each other.
You moved your hands down to his lower back and pushed him so he would grind down onto you. His cock slid against your folds and you groaned in unison at the feeling. Once his cock was thoroughly slick, you held his waist to stop him, and reached a hand down in between you to grasp his cock.
“Are – are you sure?” he asked breathlessly, waiting for your answer, but wanting to know that this is what you wanted too.
“Yes. I’m sure,” you told him. Then, you placed a soft kiss on his lips and guided his cock slowly into you.
Brian held himself back from moving too quickly, straining a little at the effort because you felt so good and tight around him. Once he was fully seated inside you, he held still and the two of you gasped when your walls clenched around him. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to the stretch, you breathed deeply and the slight pain subsided.
“Okay, you can move,” you told him, keeping one hand on his lower back to brace yourself and moving the other to the back of his neck to keep him with you.
Brian started moving, but slowly, remembering what you had told him about his fingers. He thrusted in and out, moaning at the feeling of your heat encapsulating him over and over again. As he sped up bit by bit, the friction became more and more pleasurable, especially since you were already sensitive from your orgasm, and soon you were moaning along with him.
Wanting to help his ability to move and the pleasure he was feeling, you wrapped your legs up around his waist, so he could push deeper into you. When he did, his hips stuttered and he whined. Moving your hand from his lower back, you reached next to you and grabbed one of his, holding it tightly in your own. With the other, you pulled him even closer to you so that your chests were pressed together and there was no longer anything else in the world besides each other. You leaned up and kissed along his neck, marking it lightly with your teeth so they would match the new ones he left on you and you would both know that he was yours and you were his.
Brian’s thrusts became sloppy, and you knew he was close. He searched for your mouth and found it, kissing you messily, but with so much intensity you were almost seeing stars. Knowing just what would tip him over the edge, you clenched around him, drawing him further into your heat.
He came with a stutter of his hips and a cry of, “Oh- oh, Y/N, oh my- oh my-!” and you were proud to have made him feel as good as you did. You kissed his face sweetly as he came down, hips still lazily thrusting into yours.
With a final sigh, he dropped his arms and rested on top of you, trying not to crush you under his weight.
“That was- oh my gosh, Y/N…” Brian trailed off, not quite able to put into words how he felt since his brain was still a little fuzzy from his orgasm.
“Yeah, it was pretty great,” you agreed and then laughed along with him.
“Oh, but did you, you didn’t come again, did you?” he asked, a little sheepish that he didn’t last very long.
“No, but that’s okay. The one orgasm was… fantastic,” you said, searching for the right word. “Plus, it’s not going to happen every time for either of us, but I think it’s worth it just to feel this with you,” you said, gesturing between the two of you.
Brian nodded and then seemed to think he should pull out, and moved to do so, but you told him, “You don’t have to pull out yet, let’s just stay here for a minute.”
So you did, placing soft kisses on each other wherever you could reach. Once Brian had softened completely and you started feeling a little fidgety, you both got up and took turns cleaning up in the bathroom. Back in your bedroom, you both redressed partially, Brian just wearing his underwear and sweatpants he pulled from his bag, and you putting on his shirt, which because it was so small on him, fit you like a regular shirt, and your underwear.
***
At some point, the album had clicked off, so Brian flipped it over and started the second side. Then, climbing under the covers together, you cuddled up so he was on his back and you had one leg in between the two of his, laying half on top of him. You played with a couple of his curls, twisting them together and undoing them repeatedly as he ran his hand up and down your back.
“You know what else I liked about your performance?” you prompted.
“What’s that?” he asked, looking down at you.
“How confident you were. You looked so sexy and bold and gosh, the way you were looking at me, I was a mess down there in the audience,” you explained to him. You continued softy, “And now that you seem to be pretty good at this whole thing, maybe you could transfer some of that confidence offstage…?”
You kissed the corner of his mouth softly so he would understand that you were saying all of this lovingly, without meaning any criticism.
“I think, um, that that would be doable. Although there are still things that I don’t know how to do,” he said, smiling cheekily down at you, and this time it was your turn for your cheeks to heat up.
“Well, I think I should be able to teach those to you too, or we can just figure them out together,” you said with a grin that Brian matched before pulling you in for another soft, but excited kiss.
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