It was after noon before Avery woke. He had gone to bed nude and sometime during the night managed to kick the blankets off so that he lay on the bed exposed, and a bit chilly. He jumped as the room was suddenly bathed in the soft glow of the lamp that was sitting on his desk near a window, that had long ago been covered with thick, black drapes.
"Brian?" He murmured groggily.
"No, it's Mikey." was the response from across the room. "Brian Mueller's flight left early this morning. I am sure he told you."
Avery sat up and looked across the room to Mikey's stern but grim face. He was dark, unshaven and had a look in his eyes that sent chills up Avery's spine.
"What are you doing here?" Avery asked, ignoring Mikey's previous statement.
Mikey shrugged. "I've been trying to call you all morning but there was no answer. I just wanted to make sure that you were ok."
"Yeah?" Avery narrowed his eyes, "Well I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"
"Rick told me..." Mikey said softly, casually. "About Brian Mueller coming here last night. He said that when he and Trash left, you and Brian were all alone here."
"And what business is that of your?" Avery glared at Mikey now.
"I was worried about you Avery. You don't even know the guy. You have all his CD's, you listen to him sing on TV and have his posters plastered all over your walls but you don't really know him. Do you know how foolish it was for you to spend the night with him?"
"He didn't spend the night." Avery said suddenly, growing angry at Mikey's accusations. "He left around four this morning."
Mikey nodded, he started grinding his teeth and Avery knew that he was getting upset. "He didn't spend the night..." He breathed the words low and menacingly as though that statement were nothing but a joke. "You slept with him though, right?"
Avery watched Mikey carefully for a moment, he was suddenly under the impression that the next words he spoke should be chosen very carefully. Finally he nodded, then said in a low careful tone, "Yes, I did"
Mikey groaned angrily then turned and suddenly punched the wall behind him. "Mother fucker!" He hissed.
"Knock it off!" Avery yelled at him and Mikey turned, shocked at Avery's outburst. He stared at Avery angrily but Avery continued. "You and I are over Mike. We have been for quite some time now, you saw to that remember?"
"But I didn't want it to end." Mikey growled. "Not like this. Not at all."
"But it did. It's over." Avery cried, "How can you even pretend to be angry now after what you did to me?"
"I told you that was a mistake Avery; I told you that it didn't mean anything to me."
Avery looked down at the floor and shook his head sadly, "But it meant something to me Mikey. It meant that you had absolutely no respect for me or my feelings because if you had you would never have even looked at that girl."
"And if I hadn't..." Mikey asked, "If none of it had ever happened and you and I were still together, would we still be having this conversation?"
Avery looked up and bit his bottom lip as he often did when he was nervous. He thought long and hard for a moment then shook his head. "We would be talking about how Brian Mueller came by and how you and I stayed up to talk to him because we're great fans and that after he left to go back to his hotel room you and I would have headed off to bed where we made love all night. That, Mikey, is what would have happened if you and I were still together but we're not. I don't even need to ask whose bed you were in last night. I am sure your little girl friend kept you nice and warm."
"I slept alone Avery, I have every night since then and I will continue to sleep alone until you are in my bed again."
"Then..."Avery sighed, "You will be alone for a very long time."
Mikey walked to Avery and gently took his hand in his own. "Don't say that Ave. You are my life. I may not have realized it before but now more than ever I know it. You are all that I want in this world and without you...Avery...I'm nothing."
Avery slowly pulled his hand away from Mikey and sighed. "Don't do this to me Mikey. I have a real chance with Brian. Don't mess that up, I think I may be in love with him. Really in love with him not just his posters and music."
Mikey rolled his eyes, "And you think that he is in love with you too?"
Avery nodded. "I think that he may be. He said that he would be back, after the tour and that we would find some way to be together."
"If you believe that, Avery, then you're a bigger fool than I though. Brian Mueller doesn't care about you at all; you're just another notch on his belt. He has a girl friend in LA and I doubt that he is going to dumb her for some wanna be rock star in a fucking 'Asendin' cover band. He's probably laughing about you right now to his buddies, telling them how easy it was to get into your pants."
Avery glared at Mikey, furious. He wanted to scream at him, he wanted to call him names, hurt him, anything...something but his mind was so overwhelmed with rage and humility that all he could think to do was slap him hard across the face.
Mikey took the blow full force on the jaw. He teetered on his left foot, nearly falling over but managed to steady himself enough to stay standing. He looked back at Avery, his eyes wild with anger. It was too much to believe that Avery, little pathetic Avery had the balls to hit him, and hard too. Mikey reached up and wiped at the blood that was now pouring down his chin. Avery had busted his lip open. Avery stared at Mikey with pure terror as he waited for that terrible blow to come and knock him on his ass, maybe even kill him but to his surprise, Mikey suddenly grabbed him and subdued him in a passionate lip lock.
Avery fought against him but it was fruitless, Mikey was way to strong and he held Avery tight against his massive, muscular body. Avery could taste Mikey's blood as Mikey shoved his tongue into Avery's mouth.
Mikey pressed his erection against Avery's crotch and then he began to grind his hips against Avery.
Avery could feel himself growing harder and he suddenly let loose with a low drawn out moan.
"Make love to me." Mikey whispered, "Make love to me again like we used to Avery, if only for one last time. I can't stand not having you, you're the greatest pleasure that I have ever known."
"And after that?" Avery asked, "Would that suppress your desire or would you come back again and again wanting more?"
"You're like a drug, Avery." Mikey kissed his neck and then his throat. He kissed him hard all over, pressing his body even closer against Avery's so that Avery could feel every muscle in Mikey's body tensing up. "I wish to God I knew how to quit you."
