How It Goes - Brian's Tale
#2 of How It Goes - Tales
A different tale.
Timeline-wise, this happens between Part 16 and Part 18. Will post Part 17 on Wednesday.
Another fucking beer. Another fucking night.
Brian skims through the telly channels as he opens another can of Newcastle. He glances over at the already emptied cans, of which he counts four. He gazes at the clock: barely six in the eve. Gritting his teeth, he takes another chug as his channel surfing stops at a repeat of Friends.
His phone buzzes randomly. With the faintest hope that it might be somebody he actually wants to talk to, he sneers to find another dick pic from some random stranger - and then whips out his own cock as it hardens. Why couldn't Amy just come over?
He gets up, holds his cock and takes a picture. Then he skims through his contact list until he finds Amy's number, captions the picture Look what I got for you ;) come and get it, and presses send.
He throws his phone onto the table - it slides off and crashes to the floor. Brian takes deep breaths as he slumps into the couch and stares down at his member. He pushes it back into his pants.
"What the fuck am I doing," he mutters to himself. The phone buzzes on the floor. Brian springs up to pick it up. A message from Amy.
Would love to. Promised I'd go to this gig, though, but I'll give you a ring later.
She could go fuck herself.
He managed to resist the temptation of hurling the phone at the wall, sat down in the couch, grabbed his beer, and started looking at Friends. "It's not like the evening could be more depressing," he mumbles to himself - wondering when he picked up that habit.
He snorts when "I take thee Rachel" is followed by shocked gasps, spilling Newcastle all over his shirt. He pulls it off, hurls it clumsily into his open bedroom door, and lays an arm over the back of the couch. Maybe he could call Theo, take a beer with him instead of being alone. Maybe a cigar too - would be sexy. Maybe Theo could blow him again. He reaches for the phone and goes through his contacts again. He'd already sent one picture of his cock, why not another one?
It was seven when his ears perk up to the sound of the front door opening. He puts the phone away and takes another chug. Scott comes into view from the corner of his eye. "Oh. Hey, Scott."
"Hey," Scott replies as he walks over to the back of the couch. Brian twitches slightly. "Are you okay?"
"Huh?" Brian grunts, as he puts the can away. "Yeah. 'Course."
"Alone tonight?" Scott nods toward the telly.
"Amy went to fuck somebody else," Brian says resentfully.
"You didn't seem like you were all that fond of her."
"Pussy's pussy, and she's tight, and at least she'd actually fuck me," Brian sighs frustratedly, while he throws a look at Scott. The wolf shifts uncomfortably as Brian's eyes glance down at his crotch. His hands tremble as his cock starts to harden, when he voice bitterly, "Thought you'd stay with your boyfriend tonight."
"He's going to a party, so I figured I'd just stay here tonight." Scott says flatly, and splays his ears. "Brian, don't you think you're drinking too much? It's just seven in the evening..."
Brian glares at him, and his nostrils flare. He had had enough of Scott's fucking self-righteousness. "Could you just get off my back about the drinking, Scott? Seriously. Fuck off."
Scott stares back, and grits his teeth. He walks into his bedroom, and strides out shortly after with his school bag.
"Where you going?" Brian grunts after him.
"I'm going to my boyfriend," Scott retorts coldly, with spiteful emphasis on the last words, "Since you told me to fuck off."
Scott slams the door as he leaves. Brian sits alone with the only faithful companion of the night, and empties his Newcastle. With a heavy sigh, he glares at his phone with unfounded anticipation. When it fails to respond at all, he gets up from the couch, strides over to the fridge, and pulls out another fucking six-pack.
Brian managed to avoid a can of beer for breakfast - since he had none left. His eyes ache as he takes another spoonful of cereal, while the Millionaire Matchmaker shifts into a commercial about shampoo and conditioner. Brian reaches for his phone again where the was a missed call from Amy at one o'clock last night. Brian supposed he had passed out, because his cock hadn't answered.
Even with a soggy mess of a cereal, he takes a spoonful every now and then while he watches the shittiest talk shows he can find. His daze is interrupted by his phone vibrating. His boss at work.
"Hello?"
"It's Rose. Brian, listen, Evan can't make it so I need you to take the shift from four to eight, okay? Thanks! Bye."
Brian sighs and continues to watch. After the fifth commercial break, he gets up, puts the dirty dish with the rest of them, and gets into the bathroom. He lets the running water wash over him as the shower curtain clings to his legs. Grumbling to himself, he hits his head against the wall until the water turns cold.
If only he could screw somebody.
It's past ten o'clock. Brian leans on a chair against the wall behind the counter. He glances over the coffee shop, with its clean surfaces, swiped floors and somewhat orderly chairs. The day had not been slow in the slightest.
He sits upright and checks his phone. Always the phone, as he glances again at Amy's number, and at Theo's. Then at Tom's. He shivers as he rises to his feet. The moon peers in through the window, while wisps of clouds lazily drift across the crimson sky. He walks home, somewhat relieved that he'll get home dry.
As he enters the mouth of his street, his phone rings. He absentmindedly pulls it out of his pocket. "Hello?"
"Hey there, handsome," Amy replies. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah," Brian lies. "Why?"
"Missed you last night. I could really use a good fuck if you're up to it."
"Yeah," Brian replies as his pace increases. "Yeah, I am so fucking up for it."
"I'll be over in ten, then."
She hangs up. With a grin Brian strides up the stairs to his flat with keys in hand. Once he's inside, he closes the door, gets into the living room, and unbuttons his shirt. Once his chest is exposed, he undoes the belt and throws it over a chair. His cock aches in the confines of his jeans, but he grits his teeth and strides over to the fridge. Only two beers left, one which he takes, opens and sips from. Then he sits down and waits.
There's a knock on the door, and it opens. "Hello?"
"I'm here," Brian calls as he takes another sip, before he puts the can on the table. He breathes hard and fast as the door closes and is locked. There's a bit of shuffling as Brian looks eagerly, hanging over the back of the couch with beer in hand. Amy enters the living room, wearing a tank-top and low-cut jeans. She smiles at Brian.
"Hey there, big fella." When she steps into view, Brian pulls her petite form up over the back of the couch and places her firmly on the top of the bulge underneath his jeans. She nuzzles up at his chin. "Oh, somebody's eager."
"Oh, shut up," Brian huffs as he hungrily maws at her lips. He grinds up against her groin, his tongue mingling with hers. She moans gently as she presses down on Brian's tented cock, with equal ferocity. When their lips break apart, Brian pants with desperation. Amy grins as she grabs one of Brian's hands and slides it down to the waist of her jeans. He inhales sharply as he gently touches the lips of her pussy. She huffs against his cheek as her hand unbuttons his trousers.
Brian slips a finger in her and she shudders, as she slides off his lap and pulls down his trousers. His cock sticks out from the upper rim of his pants, and she bends down to lick the tip. Brian groans as he slips his finger out of her and pulls off her jeans. He strokes down her back, to the base of her tail, and then cups her arse. His other hand pushes her head down on his cock.
She licks and sucks slowly as Brian slides his middle finger into her cunt again, and again. Amy tugs on the waistband of his underwear to better gobble his cock. Brian shudders as he buries his digit as deep into her as he can; as she moans, she gets up from his crotch. With a look of longing and heavy breaths, Brian looks at her. Then she straddles him, the lips of her pussy brushing against the length of his dick.
"Get it in," Brian whimpers. Grinning, she slowly rubs her crotch up and down his legs until Brian grabs her by the hips. She supports herself with one hand on Brian's shoulder, as she guides his cock into her with her other hand. The tip of his cock smears across the lips of her cunt, until she lowers herself 'till Brian's halfway inside.
"Fuck," Brian groans. "You are so tight..."
He starts to thrust deep into her. She squeals and moans as he grabs her tight around the hips, pushing her more and more onto his dick. He breathes into her ears and neck, his body trembling at the sensation of her wetness. As his breathing grows rapidly faster, he slows her down and slowly pulls her off.
"What are you..." she whimpers. He silences her with a kiss before he turns her over in the couch and presses his cock between the lips of her pussy. She presses up against Brian, and he mounts her with renewed voracity. Brian clutches Amy's hips as he buries his dick to the hilt into her, again, and again, and again. His knees buckle and with a series of snorts and grunts, he comes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Brian groans as he pulls out and collapses backwards. A great load of cum drips from Amy's pussy and coats the couch. "Shit..."
"That'll leave a stain," Amy snickers as she slumps onto her side. "Rough as always, you are."
Brian says nothing. He gazes up at the ceiling, unable to suppress a grin. His fingers twitch and try to reach for the beer, but he catches himself, last night too vivid.
"You don't mind if I stay the night, do you?" Amy says with gusto as she steps off of the couch. "Also going to need a shower, you made a right mess."
"Huh?" Brian looks up. Amy winks at him as she turns the corner. "Hey, wait up."
He slumps out of the couch, his legs weak and aquiver. He hears the rush of the shower and a whiff of steam washes over his muzzle when he enters the bathroom. In the shower Amy bends over to touch her toes, her tail raised high and her tail and pussy exposed. Brian curses under his breath as he almost trips on the floor mat.
"Ah, figured you'd join," Amy grins as she reaches her full height - her head level with Brian's lower chest. Brian grunts as he lifts her up, water pouring over the both of them, and switches places with her. Now in the corner, he slides onto the floor and sighs into his arms. "What's got you blue, big boy?"
"Never you mind," Brian grunts as he watches Amy rinse her legs and sex. She winks at him. "I'll be happy to clean your cock and thighs properly, y'know."
"Oh, shut up," Brian grunts. He lays his hands on her hips and pulls her close, burying his nose into her lower stomach, his tongue flickering over her pussy. She shudders and grabs one of his horns.
"Ah, yeah, you do that and I'll be quiet," she moans. Brian works slowly, tongue brushing from the bottom to the top. He tastes himself there too, uncertain what to make of it.
"What'd you do last night, anyway?" Brian grumbles as he continues to lap.
"Thought you told me to be quiet," she smirks down at him. "Went to a show with Wally."
"Mhm?"
"Mmf... yeah," she leans forward. "Yeah. Met Scott on the way, we went together with a couple of my friends. He stayed the night."
Brian freezes and pulls her away from his muzzle. He scowls up at her. "You were with Scott?"
"Yeah, he was under the weather," she narrows her eyes.
"So you fucked him."
"What's it to you if I did?" Amy shrugs. "But no, I didn't fuck him."
"'Course you didn't," Brian sneers, rolling his eyes. "You fuck everyone, we both know it."
"I don't, actually," she replies scathingly, as she pulls away from Brian.
"As if."
Amy scrutinises Brian quietly for a while before she gets out of the shower. She grabs a towel and says nothing.
"You hit on everyone all the fucking time," Brian grunts. He tries to get up but his knees fail to support his weight.
"Yeah. I'm starting to regret hitting on you." She hangs the towel on the rack and leaves the bathroom. Brian grits his teeth and tries to get up again, but he slips and hits his head on the wall. He whimpers and clutches his head. Amy returns to peer into the bathroom, now dressed. "I'm off."
"Yeah, whatever," Brian grunts angrily.
"I really thought you were better than this," she says, disappointed.
"Yeah, well, I thought you weren't a lying bitch."
He glares up at her. She stares back, slowly shaking her head. She leaves in silence.
"Well done," Brian mutters to himself, as he hits his head against the wall. The shower rain runs down his face. "Well fucking done."
You *are* a bit of an arsehole, though.
Brian grumbles to himself as he looks at the text. He starts to reply.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I fucked up, I said so a million times already. I just... He flicks the channel to a report on some e-sports bollocks Tom would've liked. I don't know what I'm doing...
You think I do? I mean, yeah, you got some issues. Something something self-sabotage? I'm not Scott, he knows you better than I do. Why are you confiding in me anyway?
Brian gazes over to the fridge, his fingers twitching. You were always a cool dude. It's the whole... everything. Everything went to shit...
New years, you mean? Yeah, it did.
And then this thing with Amy, fuck's sake...
You mean last night? Yeah, turns out calling somebody a lying bitch is a great way to drive them off.
Brian takes a sip from the freshly opened beer as he stares at the screen.How'd you know about that?
Had lunch with her during recess. She was not happy.
He changes the channel, and enters the middle of the Casualty intro sequence. He sighs and continues. Whatever.
Why me, though? Why not just text Amy?
'Cause I'm ashamed. His finger hovers over the send button, before he erases that message. Don't think she wants to hear from me.
I don't blame her. Still. Why me?
You're the only one I've been somewhat intimate with.
He looks at his phone for a while. Then the doorbell rings. He grits his teeth as he gets up, beer in hand, as he scowls towards the entryway. He reaches for the towel balled in the corner of the couch and wraps it around his waist before he waddles over to the doorway.
"Not interested," he growls as he opens the door ever so slightly.
"When were we intimate?"
"Theo?" Brian peers out. The bear looks at the screen and then at Brian.
"Yeah, figured it'd be better to do this shit face to face." Brian steps away from the door. "When?"
"We've sucked each other off, haven't we?"
"I suppose having had my face buried in your crotch is a form of intimacy, yeah, though I don't remember you being too thrilled about it." He glances over at the beer in Brian's hand, but says nothing. Brian sighs under his breath as he returns to the living room, bear trailing behind. He drops the towel when he sits down, and stares at the television. "Casualty? Really?"
"So you talked to Amy," Brian mutters. Theo sits down.
"Me and Scott met her at Sesame's during lunch."
Brian remains quiet as he chugs half the can. He switches the channel again, the two of them treated to some anime intro bollocks.
"The shit they show on telly these days," Brian remarks stone-faced.
"Eh, it's not all bad." Theo leans back and loosens his collar.
"You want a beer? Got some in the fridge."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
Brian finishes the can and puts it on the table. He leans back in all his splendour, and notices Theo looking. He grins. "You like it, don't you?"
"Seen it," Theo shrugs and turns his attention to the television. Brian frowns.
"I used to look up to you," Theo says after a while. "You were always this stoic wall, and all the girls just loved it. The whole soft side with Scott and Tom just helped your popularity. Your boxing achievements, your grades, your body, the entire package, y'know?"
Brian glances at Theo, who still gazes at the television. "Your point?"
"On New Years day, I just..." Theo pauses, and looks up. "I don't know if you were hungover or whatever..."
"But what?"
"You were a dick," Theo says flatly. "The things you said, way you acted. I was really disappointed. Still am, actually."
"The fuck?" Brian scowls. "Is that why you came over here? To just fucking insult me?"
"You mean something to Scott," Theo shrugs. "And you're not all bad, really. Truth be told though, I'm worried for you. The whole..."
Theo gestures to the empty beer cans. Brian glares.
"I'm not one to talk," Theo goes on calmly. "Jegus, I've been off my tits too many fucking times, but it's always been for shits and giggles."
"I'm having a lifetime of fun right now," Brian replies scathingly. "Get on with it."
"I don't know why you're drinking so much, but I really thought you were better than this. I thought you were stronger."
"Blow me," Brian grunts.
"Done that already," Theo shrugs. He rises from his seat and looks at his watch. "I came over because I feel sorry for you."
"You feel sorry for me?" Brian growls. " I don't need your pity."
Theo looks up and snorts. He smiles weakly while shakes his head. "See, that's the thing. You pushed away Tom, you're driving away Scott and you fucked up with Amy, because you're so fucking proud. What's your pride actually done for you?" He gestures at the empty cans. "What's the drinking done for you?"
Brian grits his teeth, the growl in his throat, but he says nothing. Theo looks down at him with sorry eyes, and sighs. "If you need somebody to bitch to or talk to, I'll lend an ear."
Theo makes to leave.
"Wait," Brian says bitterly. "Wait. Please."
"Yeah?"
Brian buries his face in one hand. "Look, can't we just... I don't know. Hang out some day this week? Have a beer or... or no, not a beer. A cigar or something? I need someone to kick my arse like this. I need you to do that."
"Yeah," Theo nods. "Yeah, could have a cigar at my place. Got time on Thursday."
"Thanks." Brian looks down. "You're right. I'm too proud."
"Yeah, you are." Theo doesn't smile. "Call me if you need me.. See you tomorrow."
Brian sighs and fetches a beer as the front door closes. He quaffs, grabs his phone, and finds Amy's details.
I'm sorry. I acted like an arsehole. You deserve better. If I can make it up to you somehow I will. I'm sorry.
His thumb hovers over the send button as he finishes another fucking beer.