Two men stood in the line at the concession stand, moving with the shuffle of the crowd. They made quite a striking pair. The taller one was bronzed and golden, with hair the color of rich chestnut and eyes of glowing hazel. He moved with catlike grace. The shorter one had hair so dark it was almost ebony; his eyes matched and held a mischievous sparkle. His smile was blinding and contagious it seemed, because when his friend looked down at him, he smiled back.
"I can't believe you agreed to come with me, Brian," the dark haired man said. He was just about bouncing; he was so excited.
Brian tried to adopt a bored look but couldn't quite do it because his friend was so happy. "I can't believe I did either, Mikey," he replied with a small smile.
They reached the counter and got a large bag of popcorn and some sodas, and started toward the auditorium. "We could have gone to Babylon instead," Brian commented, looking around to check out the 'scenery'.
Michael rolled his eyes. "Can't you ever stop? Can you at least wait until the end of the movie before you start searching for your next trick?"
"You never know where or when something might come up," Brian shrugged. Michael stalked off. Brian quickened his pace to catch up with the smaller man. "Mikey, don't be mad. I'll behave, or at least I'll try," he said with a grin. Michael couldn't help but forgive. After all, Brian was giving up a night of debauchery and spending the time with him. He sent a stunning smile Brian's way, which made Brian pause.
That was the smile, the smile that went straight to Brian's heart. The heart that he tried to pretend he didn't have. But somehow, Michael had always been able to find it, even if he didn't know it.
"...think Tobey Maguire will be okay as Spidey?" he heard Michael ask. "I'm afraid if they don't do a good job on this one, the superhero movies will die out." They were making their way to their seats. "I mean," Michael continued, "Spiderman has been around since 1962. That's a lot of history to live up to. If they screw this one up, a lot of people are going to be disappointed."
Brian sighed. "Spare me the Marvel lesson, Mikey. Can we just enjoy the movie?" He sat in the seat and it rocked back. "Hey, this is nice." They had come to the new multiplex at Michael's insistence, even though Brian had argued that he didn't see what was wrong with the theatre they had been going to ever since they were kids.
"I told you it would be better." Michael was giggling at Brian as he sat down next to him, trying to juggle popcorn, soda and candy. After getting settled, he lifted the armrest that separated them and scooted closer to Brian.
Brian wrapped his arms around Michael. "This is very nice."
Michael just sighed. This was his favorite place to be, in Brian's embrace. He closed his eyes in contentment, ignoring the slides of dancing hot dogs and trivia questions that were being flashed up on the screen.
"I can't believe you got jujubees, Mikey. Who in the world actually eats those things?" Brian's voice got Michael to open his eyes.
"I like to eat them at movies, you know that." Brian smiled. He did know it. Michael had been eating the gummy candy at movies since they were in high school. But he knew Michael would react to the teasing and he wanted, no needed, to see the dark, liquid pools that were Michael's eyes.
The house lights dimmed and previews began to roll. Brian listened to the sounds echoing around him, the crackling of wrappers being opened, people whispering, teens giggling. How long had it been since he had taken the time to enjoy a movie with his best friend?
The opening theme song boomed from the speakers. Brain felt Michael perk up a bit. He grinned in the darkness. This was Mikey's world. A world of superheroes and comic book geeks, a world where the bad guys were glaringly obvious and good always won over evil. This was the world he could retreat to when reality became too harsh to face. Brian knew that Michael didnt realize he was a true to life good guy. Michael was the true-blue friend, the guy who never let you down, and Brian knew he took advantage of that all too often. He gave Michael a little squeeze. In the faint light from the screen, Brian saw Mikey smile up at him.
Soon both men were involved in the action that flickered in front of them. Brian had to admit the movie was good. At one point he whispered into Mikey's ear, "Parker would be better off chasing after Harry than that insipid little MJ, dont you think?"
"Sshh..." Michael hissed, then grinned up at Brian with that 'jeez, Bri' roll of his eyes.
Then the bad guy appeared. The Green Goblin was destroying a celebration. Brian, once more observed Michael's reaction to the film. His eyes were wide open, unblinking. He gasped when Spiderman swung from his web onto the scene to save the day. And, Brian noticed, he had a raging hard on underneath the jacket that was laying across his lap. Brian had teased him earlier about bringing a jacket since it was so warm outside, but Michael had explained how cold he would sometimes get. It was just another thing that hit home with Brian about how long it had been since they had done this together. But now, Brian wasnt complaining about the jacket, he had plans for it.
Oh so slowly, so Michael wouldn't notice too much, Brian slid his hand over onto Michael's lap. So far so good, Mikey was too engrossed in the movie. But as soon as Brian's hand reached his destination, the ridge behind Michael's fly, Mikey's eyes shot to Brian's.
"Just watch the movie," Brian whispered. He saw Michael swallow hard, nod once, then turn his attention back to the screen.
Deftly, Brian opened Michael's pants, slowly inching the zipper down. When he reached inside, he heard Michael's soft sigh. Long fingers wrapped around the shaft, while Brian's thumb rubbed in the drop of fluid at the tip. Michael burrowed deeper into Brian's embrace. Slow strokes up and down had Michael whimpering.
"Sshh.." Brian warned. His other hand was caressing Michael's cheek, when the smaller man did something totally unexpected. He slipped Brian's index finger into his mouth and started gently sucking on it. It was Brian's turn to gasp. He matched his motion to the rhythm of Mikey's warm mouth. His hand moved faster on Michael's cock. He could feel Mikey stiffen, his muscles tense, preparing for his orgasm. Michael bit down on Brian's finger, and moaned as he came, white hot light exploding behind his eyelids. Brian felt the throbbing as warm liquid spilled out onto his hand. He stroked slowly, bringing Mikey back down to earth.
Michael looked into Brian's eyes, glowing with warmth. Reaching up he pulled Brian's lips down for a soft, quick kiss. "You're gonna miss the end of the movie," Brian murmured against Mikey's lips.
Turning back to the screen, they were just in time to watch the final battle between Spiderman and his archenemy. As expected, good triumphed over evil. But it was the final scene that bothered Brian. The heroine confessed her love for the hero and he turned away. The reason of course, being that he didn't want to put her in danger. But sitting in the darkened theatre, holding Mikey in his arms, with a trace of remaining evidence of pleasure on his fingers, it occurred to Brian that his own super hero might react the same way when he finally decided to profess his love. What if he waited too long? What if Mikey just got fed up with waiting and went on with his life, leaving Brian behind?
The closing credits rolled. Michael turned to Brian and frowned at the troubled look on his friend's face. Was he regretting what had happened during the movie? Michael was still floating a bit from his earlier release. "Are you okay, Bri?" he asked tentatively.
Brian's expression cleared and he smiled at Michael. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get outta here."
Walking down the sidewalk, Michael went on about the film, not noticing right away that Brian's answers were monosyllables. But soon he realized that Brian's mind was elsewhere, and they continued on in silence, one thinking about the movie and one thinking about his future.
Brian stopped. Michael went on a ways before he missed his friend. He turned, seeing Brian standing in the middle of the walkway, gazing at him. He was about to speak, when he heard Brian's voice, low and husky with emotion.
"I love you, Michael."
Michael walked back to Brian. "Me too," he replied as he was walking. But his steps slowed. The look on Brian's face stopped him. It was full of longing, need, love and fear. His mind wrapped around the words that Brian had spoken. They were his words; he was always the one to say them. But Brian had said them, for the first time in sixteen years. Michael's eyes searched Brian's face, looking for something. Trying to see if his dream was actually going to come true.
Brian's heart fell. Mikey was rejecting him. He knew it by the way Michael was just standing there, eyeing him like he was crazy. He had waited too long.
But then Michael was in front of him, wrapping his arms around him, tilting his face up for Brian's kiss. It was slow and sweet, full of years of yearning. When they parted, Michael smiled up at Brian, the smile that made Brian's knees go weak.
Later that night, their limbs intertwined, Michael spoke. "It wasn't what I expected." Brian cocked an eyebrow. "I guess that I would hear trumpets...or bells...something," Michael finished with a blush.
"The heavens opening and rays of light shining down, music and doves?" Brian teased.
Michael lightly punched Brian. "Don't make fun of me! I just didn't think it would be so...so..."
"Quiet?" Brian asked. Michael nodded. "Neither did I." He could feel Michael's smile against his chest. "But maybe, it's better that way," Brian continued. "Maybe that way we know it's real."
"By the way," Brian added, "doesn't X-Men 2 come out soon?"