Brian and Stefan relaxed on the sofa; an empty wine bottle and two glasses lay on the table in front of them. Brian's lounge was cosy and there was homely warmth about the large coal fire and the large cream sofa, heaped with large embroidered cushions and the polished wooden floor covered with a thick, woollen rug.

This wasn't a date; Brian wouldn't allow himself to think so. Stefan hadn't asked to come round to profess his love, no matter how many times Brian fantasised about it, weaved each intricate detail being conjured in his mind, Stefan couldn't ever love him. He sighed as he stared at his blonde, Swedish sex god. The man was amazing, with those dark eyes and thick kissable lips. He dreamed of those lips touching his, Stefan's tongue dancing with his own as he ran his hands through his short blonde hair. But it would never happen, it could never happen, they were just friends.

"Brian, are you listening to me?" Stefan asked, touching Brian's arm, demanding attention.

Brian jumped, the physical contact causing his skin to burn and his heart to begin pounding faster.

"Oh, sorry, what did you say?" Brian asked, batting his eyelashes.

At that, Stefan's heart melted. His eyes washed over the older, smaller man sat beside him. He truly was beautiful, so small and delicate, with a voice that sent shivers down his spine. Oh how he loved him, he'd loved him for years. Each night on tour would be hell as he watched Brian stand at the microphone and unleash his soul for the waiting crowd. It was so hard not to travel the two, three metres of the stage, take him in his arms, kiss him gently and show him the way that he felt. But each night he would stop himself, tell himself that it was no good, that Brian was too good, too beautiful for him. So instead, each night Stefan would lie in bed and dream that his love was requited

"I said that you look cute in that dress." Stefan told him, trying to sound casual.

He inwardly laughed at himself. He didn't think Brian looked cute in a short, black dress and black fishnet tights, his hair perfect and his eyeliner surrounding those pretty, seductive eyes. He thought he looked amazing, fantastic, out of this world, beautiful.

Brian smiled and batted his eyelashes seductively.

"Thanks, Steffy." He replied, almost coyly.

Their eyes met for a brief instant before they moved on down each other's bodies. Each of them imagining the beauty of what was concealed beneath the fabric of their clothes. Neither noticed the other staring with lust and longing, as they were too caught up within their own whirlwind of thoughts, wishes and desires.

"Have you seen anything of Steve lately?" Brian asked, trying to make small talk.

Stefan shook his head.

"I think he's spending time with his girlfriend before we go back on the road."

Brian nodded and sighed.

"It must be fun to be dating someone." As soon as the words tumbled from his mouth, he wished he could take them back; he didn't want to appear a soppy romantic. He tried to redeem himself, "Of course, being single, at least you can fuck who you want."

Stefan smiled and chuckled, though deep inside his heart was close to breaking. For three short seconds, he'd thought that Brian wanted him, or was at least looking for a lover, but all Brian wanted was to live life on the edge with a different partner every night.

"But don't you think it would be nice to feel some unconditional love instead of an empty night of sex?" Stefan asked, hoping that he wasn't giving away too much about his feelings.

"Yeah, I guess it would be good to find a lover." Brian sighed.

Stefan's heart flipped and danced as he heard Brian's reply. Maybe he did still have a chance and maybe Brian could love him. No, he was stupid; Brian only liked him as a friend and a band mate, he couldn't...Stefan's thoughts were cut off by the sensation of hot, velvet lips brushing his own.

He leant into the kiss and slowly parted his lips, allowing Brian's tongue to slide inside his mouth and tease his tongue as it twirled and darted. Brian then pulled back and nibbled Stefan's bottom lip, before pulling away completely and smiling.

"Well, I don't know what the fuck that was, but I enjoyed it." Stefan laughed.

Brian smiled.

"It was a kiss, darling, something that happens between friends, family and lovers." Brian replied softly.

Stefan shivered at Brian's mention of lovers.

"And which of the three are we?" He asked, praying for the answer he wanted.

Brain continued to smile...there was a short silence before he spoke.

"I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover." He sang.

Stefan shivered again and before he could stop himself, the words he'd longed to say for so many years tumbled from his mouth. "I'll be yours."