I'm Yours :Brohnny:

Bzzzt.
Brian turns his head from the forty-two inch television, to the clock hanging off the blood coloured wall, then to the door. It's eleven twenty-three.
The mocha-eyed man screws his face up in confusion before rising out of the black leather chair, brow furrowing further as the doorbell screams another urgent bzzzt.
Brian places his inked hand on the door handle, taking a deep breath to stop him from exploding at the bastard who decides to ruin his rather calm night.
He opens the heavy, gothic oak styled door, ready to fly off the handle at some drunk. He goes to shout, but his mouth closes when his eyes fall upon the broken soul standing on his doorstep.
Brian opens his arms and the nineteen-year-old dives into his chest, sobbing softly, clinging onto Brian like a drowning man with a lifebuoy, burying his face in the soft, silken material of his obviously expensive pyjamas.
Brian, you see, lives in the lap of luxury. Rich parents, carried on the family business, as well as playing gigs and earning more money on top of the shitload he gets from the family firm.
Johnny, the nineteen-year-old boy who had just launched himself into Brian's chest, was the opposite. Unable to afford a house of his own, unable to afford food, heating, new clothes, a car, anything that is actually going to help. His mother's been out of work for as long as he can remember, getting pulled in by drugs and alcohol, he doesn't even know who his father is and Brian and the guys pretty much pay for his shopping every week. Each week, he promises he'll pay them back. They soften their eyes, supply sympathetic smiles and tell him not to worry, but he insists, he promises. They even supply him with new clothes out of the blue. He tries to hand them back, being the kind, humble person he is, but its their turn to insist, and he eventually takes them, tears welling up in his eyes at his friends.
Its not often you see Johnny cry out of sadness. Anger, adoration and happiness, maybe, but never sadness. Despite the broken home, his soul stays intact.
He doesn't smile at home. His face either scowling or expressionless, never really talking out of a monotone voice, in his opinion, his mother wasn't worth the emotion. She'd ruined his life before it'd had even really started. Brian thought that she was a nice woman, when she wasn't high or drunk, kind, friendly, just unfortunate.
But tonight, the drink and drugs had taken over, making her spit venom at anyone who came into contact. Johnny was always the only one to have that contact.
Brian held the trembling teenager in his inked arms, rubbing his back softly, closing the door with his foot, whispering soft words of comfort into his hair, kissing the crown of his head over and over.
Johnny eventually stop crying and Brian silently leads him towards the lounge, turning off the TV and sitting down on the couch with the young bassist.
"I... I didn't disturb you, did I?" he asks quietly, wiping his eyes clear of any remaining tears.
"No, not at all." Brian replies softly.
"I didn't mean to-... Your house is the closest with the way I went, I could've gone to Matt's but-"
"Jay, it's fine."
"I-I didn't know where to... I just ran, I didn't mean to distur-"
"Johnny, it's okay. I'm not mad, it's fine. Why would I be mad?"
"'Cause Mom always gets mad." he whispers.
Brian shuffles closer and puts an arm around Johnny's shoulders.
"But I'm not your mom, am I? I'm Brian Haner."
"..Junior. Brian Haner Junior."
Brian smiles and presses his lips to the younger's forehead.
"What happened, hun?" the older asks quietly.
"She came home drunk and drugged... She just started shouting at me for trying to sleep, telling me we needed more money. So I started to shout back, saying that if she'd stop spending it all on worthless stuff like drink and drugs and if she went out and got a job, we'd have money. She went berserk, threw a bottle at me and told me to go sell myself, and if I don't come back with money, she'll hunt me down, kill me and- and I don't really know what else 'cause I left before she could finish... She thinks I've gone out to sell my body."
Brian was quiet for a moment, softly squeezing Johnny's shoulder, taking in all that the smaller man had said.
"You're not actually going to sell yourself... Are you?" he asks, eyes searching Johnny's face.
Johnny shakes his head and looks up at Brian. "No. But I have to find some way to get money, or I'm dead."
"Sell yourself to me."
"Excuse me?!"
"No, I mean-, Oh God, that came out wrong. I mean, pretend you've sold yourself to me. I'll give you a couple hundred dollars, drive you to your house, you drop off the money and say you've picked someone up, then I'll drive you back here and you can spend the night, yeah?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm not taking your money."
Brian sighs. "Yes, you are."
"No, I-"
"Don't argue with me, Johnny. You're taking the money."
"Great, I'm selling myself to my boyfriend."
"I never said we had to actually have sex, you're still younger than me, you shouldn't really be having sex with me, never mind selling your body to some sexual predator out on the prowl."
Johnny blushes and leans into Brian's embrace, resting a hand on his knee. "O-okay."
Brian kisses his cheek softly, spending a moment to enjoy the light contact before rising out of the leather once again, wandering upstairs, collecting three hundred dollars from under his California king bed, wandering back down and placing the notes in Johnny's palm.
Johnny's eyes widen as he stares at the money.
"H-how much?"
"Three hundred."
Johnny gasps softly and looks up at Brian, caramel eyes meeting mocha.
"I-I can't. Its too much."
"No, just take it."
"Brian-"
"Take it."
Johnny stares, and Brian stares back. Johnny takes a deep breath, feeling slightly intimidated after a few moments, eyes flicking to the wad of dollar bills clasped between his hands. He'd never held this much money in this life.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"But Brian-"
"I said I'm sure, Jay."
Johnny pushes himself onto his tip toes, softly kissing the taller man's lips, before pulling away and bouncing back onto his heels. Silently, he leads the way out of the door and towards Brian's car.
The tall guitarist picks his keys up off the table and follows.
~
About ten minutes and forty-six seconds later, they pull back into the drive. Johnny's shaking in the passenger seat, not wanting to get out of the car when Brian opens the passenger door. He shakes his head and his eyes stay wide, scared for his life.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I'm scared."
"Why?"
"I feel like you're gonna... Do stuff."
Brian lowers himself so that he's squatting and looks up at Johnny, reaching a hand out to stroke over the back of his hand.
"Johnny, you're just staying the night so you're not sleeping somewhere uncomfortable and cold. And you're staying away from your currently unstable mother."
"But I'm still scared. And I shouldn't be, cause I know you're not gonna do anything."
"Just come inside, you can get into some of my clothes and I'll make you a hot cocoa or tea or something?"
A smile spreads across Johnny's face and he looks down at the crouched man beside him.
"Hot cocoa sounds good." he says, quietly.
Brian stands and holds a hand out to the younger, helping him out of the car, closing and locking the door behind him, before leading him into the house.
"You know where my room is, right?" Brian asks, hesitating in the foyer, going back to lock the front door before joining Johnny in the centre of the round rug.
"Yeah, but I'll get lost..." Johnny mumbles. He's been in Brian's room plenty of times, in fact, he's probably been in every room in the house, yet he's always too caught up in the artwork on the walls, or extravagant patterns carved into the tables, or the beautiful panelling that scales half of the wall. He always trails his fingers along it, enjoying the cool feel of the old, polished wood under his calloused tips.
"Uh, okay, laundry room?" Brian asks.
Johnny shakes his head. Brians smiles.
"I'll show you then, c'mon." He says, brightly, almost skipping down one of the hallways on the left hand side. Yawning, Johnny follows him.
Brian seems to be nocturnal, always much more awake in the night than he ever will be in the day, but he can't sleep during the day, so Hell knows what he is.
Brian takes a right turn into a warm room, clicking the light on by the switch and opening up one of the three tumble dryers he has. Johnny finds himself suddenly wondering why he has three tumble dryers, but only two washing machines, then cancelling out that question for; 'Why has Brian got two washing machines and three tumble dryers in the first place?'
He shakes his head and dismisses the question, watching as the older transfers a pair of cotton pyjama pants and a large Monster Energy shirt into the empty tumble dryer.
"Warms them up," Brian explains, "now strip."
Johnny's eyes widen, "Excuse me?"
"Jeans, jacket, shirt and shoes off. And socks, I don't want your feet falling off in the middle of the-.. it is the middle of the night, isn't it?"
Johnny can't help but smile as he starts to undress. Brian turns away, whilst he takes his clothes off, giving him some sort of privacy. He opens the dryer and hands him the makeshift pyjamas.
"Are they okay?"
"They're warm, comfortable... They smell like you... They're perfect."
Brian smiles as Johnny slips them on, the smaller man wrapping his arms around his waist, soaking in the warmth from fabric. Brian leads the way out of the laundry room and into the kitchen, taking a left, a right and then a second left, before peeping his head into an arched open doorway, flicking on some lights and stepping into a pristine kitchen.
"Holy shit." Johnny whispers, floating into the kitchen, gazing all around the room, "I haven't seen this one before."
Brian smiles and fills up the kettle, replacing it back on its stand and flicking it on.
"Two kitchens, this one I use for like, when I have family over, its bigger, and then the other one is just... regular." Brian explains, searching the cupboards for two large mugs, hot cocoa and marshmallows.
"Its fucking... How big is this room?" Johnny asks, trailing a hand over the marbled worktops, dodging around the island in the centre, trying to take it all in.
"About six-by-seven meters? Give or take a few."
"In feet?"
Brian's face screws up as he starts to make up the hot cocoa, shoveling the sweet smelling substance of the cocoa powder into the mugs.
"Fuck, maths, uh... nineteen-by-twenty-two? Ish?"
Johnny nods slowly, eyes still wandering the room, although he's now planted himself on one of the stools at the island.
"And how big is your master bedroom?"
"The one I sleep in?"
"Yeah..."
Brian reaches across to the kettle and starts to pour the drinks.
"Including the en suite?"
"Fuck. Uh, yeah."
"Eight-by-eight meters. Just the bedroom is seven-by-seven,"
"Fuck my fucking life."
Brian chuckles softly as he adds a few marshmallows and hands Johnny his drink. Johnny smiles and thanks him, poking the marshmallows under the surface of the beverage and watching them ping back up.
They sit and discuss random things, such as upcoming gigs, Matt's new girlfriend and Jimmy leaving for a holiday in Long Beach.
"Not much of a vacation, huh? Long Beach. We could go for a drive and plague him." Johnny says, picking a marshmallow out of the cocoa and popping it into his mouth.
"Hot girls down there, apparently." Brian shugs.
"Almost everyone in Cali is hot anyway." Johnny says, eyes flickering from Brian to the mug he was cradling in his hands.
Brian sips at the cocoa and lets out a satisfied sigh. "True... And that includes you."
Johnny blushes and stares at the beverage, watching it intently, thinking over what Brian had just said.
"I'm hot?"
"Smoking. Beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, kind, loving and fucking adorable, too."
Johnny blushes more.
"But I'm... Poor." Johnny murmurs, after taking a delicate sip of his hot cocoa.
Brian reaches across and takes Johnny's hand in his own, thumbing over his knuckles and squeezing softly.
"Money doesn't mean a thing to me." Brian says, softly.
"But you have so much of it."
"So much of it that I don't need. I buy all this expensive shit to try and get rid of it."
Johnny squeezes Brian's hand back, meeting his eyes.
"Don't get rid of it all. You and the guys are the ones keeping me alive right now, and I don't even think you realise it."
Brian presses his lips to Johnny's forehead and finishes off his cocoa, whereas Johnny brings his up with him, enjoying the warmth of the cup against his palms more than he should as he's shown to the master bedroom, where he'll be sharing the bed with Brian.
This room, too, makes him stop in awe.  He's been in here more than his share of times, and it never fails to impress him.
Compared to the rest of the house, it has a warm, modern feel to it, almost welcoming. Its soft, neutral cream walls bouncing the dulled light off of each other, bringing it to rest on the soft, worn walnut features of the room, such as the California king bed settled in the centre of the back wall, framed by two bedside cabinets either side, graced with tall, truffle coloured lamps on each side, as well as white calla lilies on the left cabinet, a sleek laptop and books piled on the right. On the wall adjacent to the bed, there's a flatscreen tv mounted into the wall, a brown leather corner sofa facing it. A large shag rug lays in the centre of the room, being held down at the corners by the bed, which is clothed in white, brown corner pillows under the large rectangular ones.
This is the room where Johnny feels safest. He's not quite sure as to why, but this is the room that makes him tingle with warmth inside, makes him want to curl up forever with a smile.
"I love this room," He whispers, wandering to the left side of the bed and placing his mug on a white coaster, "everything is just so calm."
Brian nods and sits on the right side. The two of them work well, Brian likes the right, Johnny likes the left.
"The light bounces off the walls... Makes it feel cosy." Brian mutters, looking around the lowly lit bedroom.
Johnny nestles down inside the covers, propping himself against the headboard, reaches for his mug and starts to drink the rest of his hot cocoa. Brian watches him with a small smile.
"Don't watch me like that, creep." Johnny laughs, putting his now empty mug back onto the coaster.
Brian shrugs, smile widening. "You seemed content."
"Maybe because I am?" Johnny says.
Brian climbs under the covers and Johnny slides down to eye level with him, smiling.
"Hey beautiful." Brian greets him, softly, making the teenager blush.
Brian slides an arm around his shoulders and pulls him into his chest. Johnny slides himself lower, resting his head beneath Brians chin, wrapping his own arms around the olders slim waist.
"What happens now, Bri?" Johnny whispers, the room slowly getting darker as the guitarist reaches up to turn the lights off.
"Now, we sleep." Brian whispers back.
"No, I mean after we sleep... Do I go back?"
"That isn't now, is it, hun? And if you want... You could always move in with me?"
Johnny stops and thinks for a moment. Its something he's never thought of. It was never acceptable before. Before, he was a minor.
The two had confessed the attraction when Johnny was just fifteen, and Brian was twenty. Johnny had insisted that his mother wouldn't care, that the relationship should develop, but Brian denied him, saying they should wait until Johnny was eighteen, until he was classed as an adult and it would all be legal. So they waited, sharing only minor caresses, until Johnny's eighteenth birthday. At exactly twelve AM, Brian rang him, asking him to meet him at the street corner. So he did, sneaking out of his bedroom window, not that he needed to sneak anyway, his mother passed out on the living room floor, and met Brian.
Brian asked Johnny to be his boyfriend, the younger had blushed and said 'yes', crashing their lips together in a long awaited kiss, feeling along every part of the body they could reach, hands sliding up shirts and almost down the backs of trousers, before the younger stopped, pushing Brian away from him slightly, shaking his head.
'Not here', he had said, 'it's November, we're on a street corner and I'm only just legal.'
So again, Brian had waited. Waited until his nineteenth, where again, he got turned down, but this time, due to lack of protection. The subject of sex never really came up, nothing ever really happening other than a few handjobs for when they got really needy, and the other wasn't quite in the mood.  Sex, in their relationship, was never really important, not that they ever talked about their relationship, the possibilities, nothing had ever been mentioned, not even moving in.
Johnny kisses Brians chest softly, making Brian sigh softly in return.
"I could..." Johnny says.
"Do you want to?" Brian asks, rubbing his hand up and down Johnny's arm.
"I'd love to... Can I?"
Brian smiles and kisses the crown of Johnny's head.
"Of course you can, babe."
Johnny looks up and meets Brians lips with his own, melting into the contact, letting himself get lost in his boyfriend, finding himself crawling on top of the older man, entwining their legs. Their hands wander the expanse of eachothers bodies, slowly removing items of clothings, replacing them with soft caresses. Brian reaches across to the bedside cabinet, fumbling around in the draw, eventually finding the packet of Durex and KY Jelly he was looking for.
"Jay," Brian breathes, pushing the eager boy off him slightly and shaking the packet of condoms, "are you sure?"
Johnny gazes at him, honey coloured eyes sparkling when he nods, softly kissing the thin lips of the man beneath him.
"I'm sure." he whispers back, reaching the light on the wall and turning the knob, creating a soft, slightly romantic glow around the room.
So they continue, Brian flips them so that Johnny is underneath and they melt into eachother, taking as long as they could, feeling over each contour of each others flesh, loosing themselves in the others body, fitting together like a brand new jigsaw puzzle.
~
In a nutshell, they're spent. Both of them panting softly, bathed in sweat, smelling distinctly of sex and gazing at eachother.
Johnny whispers a gentle 'wow' and Brian smiles, pulling him into his chest and kissing the his nose.
"I love you." Brian murmurs.
"I love you too." Johnny murmurs back, letting a content sigh escape his kiss-bruised lips.
They spend a moment, just lying there, breathing in eachothers scent before Johnny's breathing becomes quick and he jolts upright, staring around the room.
Brian sits up as well, putting a strong arm around the youngers clammy shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
Johnny doesn't reply and Brian really starts to get worried.
"Johnny, sweetie, what's wrong?" he asks again.
Johnny mumbles something and Brian's eyebrows furrow. He's about to say something when Johnny repeats the words.
"We did it."
Brian nods, "We did,"
"But you gave me money." Johnny says, turning to the older.
Brian presses his lips softly to Johnny's.
"I didn't give you money to have sex with me, Jay. That actually meant something to me, I've waited years for you. For that. Didn't it mean anything to you?"
"Bri, it meant the world to me-"
"Then forget about the money. Its not a bad thing, it just happened. And you wanted it to happen, right?"
"Right,"
"Right. Just please, let me love you, okay?"
Johnny nods slowly and they lie back down, Johnny curling into Brians chest and noticing something on his pectoral. He pulls away slightly and gazes at the blueblood tattoo inked on the place his heart would be. He reaches up and goes to graze over it, accidently jabbing Brian's chest with his index finger.
Brian jumps violently, being awoken out of his almost-slumber by the contact.
"Shit, sorry!" Johnny squeaks, his hand darting back to its original place on Brians hip.
"You poked me in the boob." Brian states.
"I didn't mean to, I was gonna touch your tattoo but it was closer than I expected,"
Brian looks down at his chest and takes Johnny's hand, guiding it to touch over the embossed flesh.
"I'm a bit heavy handed," Johnny continues, letting his fingers glide over the flesh, following the scripted letters.
"It's okay, really."
"I don't have a soft touch like you, I can't complement people like you,"
"But you're not me,"
"I'm a part of you, though."
"What?"
"I'm yours."
Brian doesn't say anything else, instead, he brings his hand under Johnnys chin, tilting it and pressing a chaste, yet loving kiss to his pretty pink lips, lingering there for a moment.
Johnny pulls away slightly, staying close enough to feel Brians breath on his lips, able to see every little fleck and vein in his eyes.
They pull away fully and Johnny tucks his head under Brians chin, curling into his embrace,  right hand pressed against his chest and left resting on his hip, Brian mirroring Johnny, just with his chin perched upon Johnny's head.
~
When Brian awakes the next morning, Johnny's gone. He looks around the bedroom, still dark from his black-out curtains. The clothes have been picked up off the floor and there's a note on the left bedside table which reads:

I'm still here! If you can't find me in the living room or something, I'm probably lost.
Jay x

It makes him chuckle as he rises, slips back into his pyjamas and pads his way out of the room and downstairs. He can hear the TV and assumes that Johnny is sitting in the lounge, which he is, creeping up on the younger boy, shouting 'Rah!' and touching his shoulders.
The younger squeals and jumps violently, turning and lashing a flailing hand out at Brian, trying to slap him.
Brian laughs and rolls himself over the back of the Chesterfield sofa, his head resting on the youngers legs, which are partly tucked under himself.
"What 'cha watchin'?" He asks, taking notice of the quiet burble of the Television.
Johnny smiles softly, eyes flickering from the screen to the raven haired man in his lap.
"The Grim Adventures-"
"You're watching cartoons?" Brian asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I never had much time to watch them when I was younger... You grow up fast when you're from a broken home."
Brian mutters an apology, but Johnny dismisses it, and they sit in silence, watching the cartoons.
"What did you say it was, again?" Brian asks, getting engrossed in the show.
Johnny smiles, "The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy."
"I'm gonna be honest, its not that bad."
"I still prefer Tom and Jerry."
Brian nods slowly, waiting for the next set of adverts before talking again.
"How's your ass?" He questions, sitting upright and looking at Johnny.
"What?" Johnny asks, his voice going up an octave, surprised by the nature of the question.
"Your ass... Is is aching or...?"
"Oh, no, its okay. It hurts a little when I get up and stuff, but other than that, it's fine."
Brian rises out of the sofa and starts wandering towards the doorway, "Good. Have you had food?"
"What is this, a fucking interrogation?"
"Yes, now tell me, have you eaten?"
"Yeah. I found the kitchen and some Lucky Charms, so..."
"So you don't want anything?"
"No thanks."
"Coffee?"
Johnny hesitates, "Yes please."
~
They spend about an hour, just sitting on the sofa and talking about nothing, hopping from subject to subject before falling upon the all important one of moving in.
Johnny bites his lower lip and chews on it softly, thinking how he could get around seeing his mother, before coming to the conclusion that he doens't need anything.
Brian shakes his head, "What about all the clothes we bought you? And that bear from the fair ages ago?"
Johnny flushes red, remembering how Brian had treated him by taking him to the fair for the first time in his life, winning him a small stuffed teddy.
"I can't leave that, no..." he whispers, a smile creeping onto his flushed features, still able to smell the hot dogs.
"Then we go back to yours," Brian concludes.
Johnny just nods slowly, still unsure of going back. Since he's spent the night and the idea of staying with Brian has seeped in, he's not wanted to go back to the tiny little bungalow he used to call a home.
They finish off downstairs, go for a shower together, taking longer than it probably should have, getting changed and running down to the car with a holdall.
~
When they return, about another hour later, Johnny is in the exact same state as the night before.
Scared and quivering in the front seat.
Brian reacts in the same way, crouching by the passenger door and questioning him.
"What if she doesn't get clean like she promised?" Johnny whispers, tears forming in his eyes as he imagines his mother dying of an overdose, or choaking on her own vomit after a night of drinking.
"But she will. She cares about you, Johnny. When shes not high or drunk, she cares." Brian comforts, placing a hand on the younger's knee and squeezing.
"What if-"Johnny starts, being cut off by his lover.
"No 'what if's', okay? I don't want to hear them, she'll keep her promises, even if it takes a few days, or weeks, or even months. She'll realise she has to get clean to survive. And you don't have to constantly worry about her anymore, you're living with me, remember?"
Johnny bites his lip softly, chewing the delicate skin before nodding slowly.
Brian gets up, helps Johnny out and collects the holdall from the boot, lugging it into the foyer and dumping it by the door. Johnny states that he'll sort his stuff later, and Brian nods, walking towards the lounge and throwing himself onto the sofa, which groans under the sudden weight. He kicks off his shoes.
Johnny pads his way into the room, having already taken his beat up Chuck Taylors off, crawls slowly on top of Brian.
"Oh my God, Jay." Brian says, eyes wide.
Johnny laughs and lies on top of him, legs straddling his waist, yet completely relaxed, resting his head in the crook of Brian's neck.
"What happened to you being scared?" Brian asks quietly, wrapping his strong arms around the younger.
He feels Johnny shrug and sigh softly. He kisses whatever part of Brian he can reach without moving too much.
"I love you," Johnny whispers, gaining a soft content sigh from Brian when he kisses his neck.
"I love you too," he whispers back.
They stay like this, just enjoying eachother, sharing soft caresses, chaste kisses, tracing patterns into eachother with calloused fingertips.
Brian scrunches his face up as he thinks about last night, thinking over what was said, unable to place exact words.
"Jay? What did you say last night?" He asks, positioning his head so he can see the younger properly.
Johnny changes the position of his head and locks his gaze with Brians, "I said a lot of things, Bri."
"No, when you said about you being heavy handed?"
Johnny pauses for a moment, smiling when he remembers what he had said, "I'm yours."
Brian smiles with him, and Johnny continues.
"I may not have the softest touch, I may not say the words as such, I know I don't fit in that much, but I'm yours."