Millennium Love Brian 39

I sighed in relief. My family had accepted my plans better than I had hoped. Now I just had to convince Scott that I was serious about being with him. I knew the next couple of days were going to be a long wait, but would be worth it when I saw my Angel again.

Chapter 39 - Brian

November thirtieth felt like the longest day in my life as I waited for Scott. Kevin had agreed to pick him up at the airport, so I knew he was in good hands. But I continued to worry that he may have changed his mind, or missed his flight, or …I stopped and took a deep breath. I knew he would be here. He wouldn't let me down.

I couldn't eat anything, so I worked around in the kitchen preparing sandwiches for both Scott and I. I knew he would be nervous too and likely not have eaten. I was grateful Howie had volunteered to stay with Melissa for a few days. Scott and I really needed some time for us. It would be great when another 2 bedroom opened in the building so either Howie or I could move. Sharing the apartment with D and Kev had been great when we were starting out, and when we were with Lou, cause we had so little money. But now, we all had relationships. It was hard to find private time when there was always someone around.

I had the food ready and set on the coffee table. I couldn't sit still so I began to pace. Eventually I went out on the balcony, just to get some fresh air. I noticed a limo pulling into the parking lot and watched as three people got out. I easily recognized Kevin and Scott, but had to look closer at the third person. Then I recognized Scott's sister Sheri. I was surprised to see her, but then it hit me. That was why Nick had been so adamant about Kevin picking up Scott. I smiled to myself. Nick was getting good a meddling. I have to thank him.

I walked back inside and over to the door. I heard the ding of the elevator, and a few seconds later, a knock at the door. I quickly pulled it open, to see my Angel standing there. I could hardly believe it.

I smiled. "Angel!" I whispered. I moved back from the door to let him in. "Come in Scott," I said. I closed the door behind him and watched him walk into the main room. He set his suitcase down by one of the walls and looked around. He only been here a couple of times, but I could tell he noticed the difference.

I could remain silent any longer. I walked up behind him. "Scott?" I said quietly. He turned to look at me. I was hesitant and worried. "May I hug you?" I whispered, needing to touch him, but not wanting to push.

Thankfully Scott immediately stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me. Tears quickly formed in my eyes. "Brian my Love. God how I've missed you," he whispered into my ear. I could only hug him tighter as my body began to tremble.

"Angel, angel, angel…" I repeated softly as I tenderly kissed the side of his neck. I needed to feel him, and couldn't hold back my tears.

We stood there, simply holding each other for a long time. I almost thought I was dreaming it felt so good to have him in my arms. Eventually we both regained our composure and pulled slightly back from each other.

Scott looked down in to my eyes. Despite the tears, I tried to convey the depth of my love to him. I read the same emotion in him. I reached up to softly stroke the side of his face. I smiled self-consciously. "I guess you figured out that I missed you too, huh?" I asked quietly.

Scott grinned and we both relaxed. I reluctantly stepped back and grasped his hand before leading him to the couch. Scott noticed the tray of sandwiches and drinks sitting on the coffee table. I put a couple of sandwiches on a plate and poured a glass of lemonade. I handed him the plate and put the glass in front of him. "If you've been as nervous as I have, I'm betting you haven't eaten much today," I said.

Scott smiled. "I haven't," he agreed and picked up half a tuna salad sandwich.

It was enough to simply sit side by side, our thighs touching, while we ate in silence. There would be plenty of time to talk later.

Once we finished eating I took the tray back to the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I knew we needed to talk. I just prayed that he wasn't going to say it was too late for us. I walked back to the kitchen doorway and stood there watching him as he looked around the room. His eyes finally found me.

"Um…I guess we should talk now Scott," I said softly. I walked back over to the couch and sat down, facing him. Scott turned towards me and I picked up his hands in mine, gently squeezing them. "I'm sorry," I said softly. "I'm sorry I've been such an idiot. I'm sorry I hurt you and left you no alternative but to leave. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize what…who I want to be number one in my life." I raised my eyes and looked at him intently. "After two months without you, I realized I would rather never sing another word than continue existing without you in my life." I spoke honestly and could tell Scott recognized the truth in my words. I could see tears in his eyes.

I reached up to cup his face in my palms. "I. Love. You!" I said emphatically. My thumbs tenderly wiped the tears that had fallen.

Scott returned the gesture, cupping my face and gently wiping away the wetness. "Brian, the last two months have been the worst in my life. I'm sorry that I hurt you by leaving. I…I don't know… I mean…I don't want to force you to come out publicly if that's not what you really want. You know that that isn't what this has been about, right?" I could hear genuine concern in his voice.

I simply smiled. "Scott, I know that! This is about me accepting completely, who I am and accepting you as a very big part of my life. I'm ready to do that now." I grasped his hands again. I looked down; relieved to see he was still wearing the ring I'd given him months before. I ran my thumb across it. "I want to honor the commitment I made to you when I gave you this ring," I said solemnly.

I could see the shock on Scott's face. He leaned forward and gently kissed me. "I would like that," he whispered with a smile.

I grinned and hugged him tightly. Then I pulled back and found his warm, soft lips. This time, instead of the tentative kisses we'd had so far, we let our passion lead the way. Scott let himself go and plastered my face with kisses. I wasn't complaining! "God I want you so much Brian. It's been too long," he whispered.

I returned his kisses. "I know Angel. We can continue talking tomorrow," I suggested and stood up. "Tonight I just want to relearn every inch of your body," I said huskily. I could tell Scott liked that idea. My body did too. I pulled Scott to his feet and led him down the hall to my bedroom.

We both paused just inside the doorway. I was suddenly nervous and I think Scott felt the same. Scott turned to me and smiled softly. He stepped over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Please, let me undress you, Love," he asked quietly. I nodded, unable to take my eyes from his gorgeous face.

With slow motions Scott began to unbutton my shirt. Just when I was about to rip the damn thing off, he reached the last one. My shirt fell open and I could feel a light breeze brush over my exposed skin. I heard Scott inhale sharply. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders but the cuffs trapped my arms. Instead if yanking the material away, Scott gently raised one of my arms, and kissed slowly down the sensitive skin from my inner elbow, to the pulse point on the inside of my wrist. I could feel my heart rate increase. Finally Scott unbuttoned the cuff and let it slip away. He repeated the motion with my other wrist, and before he'd even reached my wrist, I was panting and moaning softly. Afraid I was going to come in my pants. Scott just smiled. The bastard!

I could sense a sudden change in Scott and wondered what he was going to do to me next. I didn't have long to wait. Once the shirt was gone, he began to run his fingers over my exposed flesh. His touch felt wonderful. He stroked over my shoulders and down my arms to my fingertips. Sensitizing every inch of my skin. His fingers ran back up my arms then down over my shoulder blades to my waist before moving around to my fluttering stomach and up to my pecs. He brushed feather light strokes over my nipples; causing them to distend and making me shiver.

"Please Scott," I whispered as I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. I dropped my head back and Scott took the opportunity to lean down and rain kisses over the sensitive flesh of my throat. He was driving me crazy!

"Yes Love," Scott whispered. He knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my pants before pulling down the zipper and letting the material join my shirt on the floor. I could sense that my boxers were tenting, once free from the binding pants. Thankfully Scott quickly grabbed the elastic waist and brought the underwear down, careful to pull the elastic over my erection. I stepped out of the pile of clothes and stood before him, completely naked and erect. Simply waiting for whatever came next.

Scott stood up and gently pushed me backwards until my legs touched the bed. I fell backwards onto the mattress. I smiled wantonly up at him and was pleased by the expression of desire on his face. It had definitely been too long for both of us. I watched Scott with a smile as he quickly stripped off his clothes before joining me on the bed, naked. We lay side by side, simply staring into each other's eyes.

I gently ran my fingers down his cheek. "If I didn't touch you, I would think you were an apparition," I murmured.

Scott smiled and suddenly rolled over on top of me. "Nope, definitely not a ghost Love," he said then kissed me passionately. I responded eagerly.

We rolled back and forth on the bed, neither getting enough of the other. I felt an overwhelming urge to be closer. "Please Angel, I want you. I need you. I need to feel you inside so I know you're really here," I pleaded softly.

Scott stopped our frantic motions by lying on top of me. He framed my face with his long fingers. "I'm here love. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He leaned across me, reaching for the small bedside table. I knew the supplies were there, so I waited. A moment later he found the bottle and moved back.

I became impatient and began to thrust my groin against him. Our erections rubbed together sending incredible jolts of pleasure through me. Scott sat back on his knees and opened the bottle. He poured some into his hand then used the fingers on his other hand to gently prepare me. I loved the way he took care of me. It had been a long time since we'd made love, so I was grateful for his caution.

When I was ready, panting and gasping incoherently, Scott finally spread the rest of the slick liquid over his erection. He leaned over me and claimed my lips as he slowly entered me. There was no feeling like it. I cried out ecstatically. "God Scott! Yes! I love you so much…more…please! It's been too long Angel, too long."

While our foreplay had been frantic, our lovemaking was slow and gentle. It reminded me of the first time we'd made love, all those months ago, in my retreat at my family home. We had both been waiting so long that neither of us could last long. I reached orgasm quickly and my body tensed, contracting around Scott's organ. My body erupted, pulling Scott's completion from him. Both of us were shouting our love as we came. Scott managed to pull out before collapsing on the bed beside me. When I felt I could move, I reached over to the beside table and grabbed a small towel I'd put there in the morning. I wiped my chest and stomach, then Scott took the towel. He gently wiped between my legs and then cleaned himself before tossing the towel to the floor. Our eyes met and Scott pulled me into his arms. We wrapped around each other as we were meant to. I sighed in contentment.

"I don't think anything in the world can compare to how you make me feel, Scott," I said softly.

Scott softly kissed my cheeks and forehead. "I feel the same, Love. I love you so much Brian. I want to love you every day, be able to see you and touch you every day. Grow old with you," he said softly.

"Sounds perfect to me," I murmured before I drifted to sleep, knowing that things were finally the way they were meant to be.

I woke up early and stretched. It was the twinge in my butt the brought back the memories of the night before. I glanced at the sleeping man beside me. His long black lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he dreamed. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but also wanted him to sleep. He had looked at little tired the day before. So after watching him for a few minutes, I carefully got off the bed. After a pit stop in the bathroom I went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I thought I'd take him breakfast in bed. I got the frying pan out before beating some eggs and chopping cheese and tomatoes. Once I had the omelet cooking, I pulled out a tray. I put the cutlery on it, and two glasses of orange juice, before turning back to the omelet.

I jumped slightly when two arms went around my waist. I hadn't heard Scott get up. "I missed you," he murmured. I relaxed into his embrace.

"Sorry Angel. I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed," I said softly.

He kissed my cheek. "I can always go back," he suggested.

I turned around and grinned before pulling him against me. "Nope. Now that you're here, I'm not letting you leave my sight." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You can put the stuff on the table instead of the tray," I said as I turned him towards the counter and gave a little push.

He smiled and did as I'd asked. I turned back to the stove and finished cooking the omelet. I cut it in half and put the two pieces on plates, before bringing the plates to the table. I set one plate in front of Scott then walked behind him, pausing to kiss the back of his neck before I sat beside him.

We ate quickly and silently. But we both kept sneaking glances at the other. When Scott finished he took his plate and glass to the sink and I followed. Once my hands were empty Scott grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. "Last night was incredible Brian. And I'm so glad I agreed to come here. I've been sad and lonely without you."

I knew just what he meant. I gave him a squeeze then pulled back. "I know Angel. And I have plans to make everything better." I glanced at the clock, realizing how little time we actually had. "There are a few things I want to talk about now, but some of it will probably have to wait until after the concert." I looked at him hesitantly. "Is that okay?"

To my relief Scott smiled and nodded. "Of course Brian. Why don't we both get showered and dressed, and then we'll sit down and talk."

I agreed. We decided on separate showers because we both knew we'd be very late otherwise. Scott finished first and was waiting by the balcony doors when I returned. He turned to look at me.

"Brian, you do know that I'm not trying to stop or ruin your career, right?" he asked seriously. I was confused, of course I knew that! He sighed and walked over to kneel in front of me after I sat down. "Before, you were afraid to say that our discussion may have to wait until later. I understand that Brian. Putting aside the celebrity status and public recognition for a moment, singing is your career. I mean, if I had an important presentation to make to one of my clients, you wouldn't expect me to just skip it, unless it were a matter of life, like an accident or hospitalization. As long as we recognize the need to talk, I'm not going anywhere and it can wait until you fulfil your commitment to your band mates, and your fans. Because I know, you are coming home to me afterwards."

I nodded. "Okay. It's just…I – I hurt you so much by not putting you first. I don't want to make the same mistake again."

Scott smiled. "You won't. I won't let you!" He moved to sit on the couch beside me. "So let's see what we can do before we have to go," he suggested.

"Can I… will you hold me while we talk?" I asked softly. It was easier to talk when I could feel him around me.

Without a word, Scott moved so he was sitting against the arm of the couch, his legs on the seat. He opened his arms and I quickly moved into them. I turned so my back was pressed against his stomach. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "How's this?"

I relaxed against him. "Perfect." We sat quietly for a minute before I began. "I knew…as soon as you left the tour, I knew I had to do something. I just didn't know what. The first week was bad. I was pretty numb, just following along with whatever Kevin or Nick said." Scott squeezed me lightly, acknowledging the pain I'd felt. "When you sent that picture and note on our anniversary, and then the phone call, I was stunned. It was then that I realized how much you were hurting too. That was when I started working on things." I remembered the song I'd written and hoped he would like it. I continued. "I started putting out feelers to find out what the climate was like for coming out. And I talked to the guys. I knew they would support any decision, but I thought they had a right to know, since this could affect their careers. It hurt when you refused to come to the Toronto show," I admitted.

Scott kissed my cheek in apology. "Sorry Love," he whispered.

"I understood your reasons, but…. Then Nick told me you were coming here. I had to start moving things along. I arranged to have a family meeting while I was at home for Thanksgiving. I told everyone I wanted to go public. There were a few questions, but overall everyone was supportive." I paused to turn my head, so I could see him, and he could see how serious I was. "That's what I want Scott. I don't want to do it half way. I want to come out publicly. I hope that is okay with you. I know we'll have to work out the details. But I don't want to hide us anymore."

Scott grinned and kissed me forcefully. "It sounds good to me," he said softly.

"The first thing we need to do is talk with your family, Scott," I said seriously.

Scott nodded. I knew he'd seen enough of the prying media to understand. They would go into a feeding frenzy when they found out about us. We would just have to make sure they didn't affect our relationship. "We will, Love," he promised.

Before we could say anything else, the phone rang. Scott reached behind him to grab it and hand it to me. I spoke quietly to Kevin, sorry that our discussion had to end for now. The rest of the day would be a whirlwind. But it was okay. I was confident that Scott would be there for whatever was to come.