Bad Boys, Bad Boys
One of Howie's favorite things about Brian (and there were many things that Howie adored about Brian so narrowing down the list was difficult) was his unflagging good humor. There wasn't much that bothered Brian for more than a moment before he shrugged, laughed and got on with whatever it was that caught his attention just then. Not much ruffled his feathers and disturbed his calm. Howie loved that about Brian. Of course, Howie thought, eyeing Brian as he stomped into the hotel room in front of him, he truly adored the rare times when Brian was good and pissed off.
"I just," Brian chucked his bag vaguely in the direction of the bed, ignoring the thunk as it fell on the floor, "I just, I mean, I can't believe him." Brian's arms were waving as he stomped around the room. "What is his problem? And really, how can he sit with that stick shoved up his ass like that." Brian looked up at the ceiling and let out a strangled yell. "Why can't I kill him?"
Howie shrugged, holding up a shirt and shaking out some wrinkles, "Because it's wrong? And illegal?" He squinted at the shirt. He really didn't feel like wearing blue tonight. "Because he's your cousin and your mother would be disappointed in you?" He rooted through his bag, nodding to himself when he found his favorite dark green shirt. That was better. Howie ignored Brian's glare as he wandered into the bathroom.
"Actually, she'd be angry she didn't get to do it first." Brian leaned in the bathroom doorway, hands still waving about. "He grounded me! Howie, I'm 20 years old and he grounded me!"
Howie glanced over his shoulder as he turned on the shower. "And you superglued his fingers together while he was asleep." He tested the water, twisting the knob for the hot open a bit more. "You're lucky he didn't tie you to the front of the bus."
Brian just waved Howie off, kicking off his shoes as he walked into the bathroom. "It was a joke."
Howie whipped his t-shirt at Brian's head. "I'll remind you of that when he does whatever it is he's going to do to get even. Now, shoo, some of us are going out." Howie smiled as Brian sulked at him. "You really need to take a remedial course in pouting from Nick." He pushed at Brian's shoulder. "Now, get out."
"Fine, whatever," Howie heard Brian grumble as he studiously kept his back to him, waiting until he heard the bathroom door close before stripping out of his pants. Howie hummed under his breath as he showered, dragging it out until the water just started to run cold. There was no point, after all, in rewarding Brian's behavior too soon. Howie brushed his teeth, combed through his hair, picked at his nails, counted to a hundred, then wrapped a towel around his waist and strolled out of the bathroom, glancing over to where Brian was lying stretched out on his bed. "Comfortable?" Howie pushed at Brian's hip, trying to pull his shirt out from underneath him.
"Not really," Brian looked up at Howie, eyes wide and innocent. "C'mon, D, don't leave me here all alone. Who knows what I'll get up to if I'm left unsupervised?"
Howie snorted, bending down, his face a few inches from Brian's. "I think I know exactly what you'll get up to." Brian grinned back, then reached up, grabbing the back of Howie's neck and pulling him into a firm kiss. Howie smiled against Brian's mouth as Brian tugged him on top of him. "In a hurry or something?" Howie bit gently at the side of Brian's neck "I mean, you're going to be stuck in here all night." He licked around the shell of Brian's ear. "No need to rush."
Brian flipped them over suddenly, smirking down at Howie. "Well, it's going to take all night to do what I'm planning on doing to you." Brian whipped his shirt off and Howie couldn't resist tracing the rim of his navel with a fingertip. "Ok, that's," Brian shuddered, "you never do play fair."
"Fairness is overrated," Howie muttered, reaching out and working Brian's fly open. Brian shivered again as Howie snaked a hand into the opening of Brian's boxers, fingers trailing over his erection.
"Tease," Brian gasped out right before leaning back down, eyes darkening as he licked across the length of Howie's collarbone. Howie felt the groan deep in the back of his throat as he worked Brian's pants down, hands smoothing over Brian's ass. "What's with this towel still being on?" Brian muttered as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. "You borrow that superglue or something?"
Howie chuckled a bit breathlessly, tugging the towel free and dropping it off the side of the bed. "You're definitely impatient tonight." Howie spread his legs as Brian settled back on top of him, cocks sliding against each other just the way Howie knew Brian liked.
"Can you give me any reason why I'd not want to be doing this?" Brian eyes closed as Howie flicked a nipple. "You're so" the rest was muffled as Brian captured Howie's mouth again, sucking at his tongue. Howie skimmed his hands up and down Brian's back, hips rocking in counterpoint to Brian's. His eyes closed as he concentrated on the feel of Brian's skin under his fingers, the heat building in his groin as Brian tugged at his hair.
"Yes," Brian hissed against his neck, "oh, yes." Howie grabbed onto Brian's ass and pulled him even closer, luxuriating in the sensation as Brian shuddered through his orgasm. "Howie," Brian breathed into his ear, biting at his ear lobe as he slid a hand between them, stroking Howie firmly and surely. It only took a few strokes before Howie was coming as well, Brian's teeth grazing his skin.
Brian rested on Howie's chest for a few moments, Howie absently stroking at his hair before lifting his head, a wide smile on his face. "I hope you didn't use all the hot water." Brian leaned over, fishing around on the floor, holding up the towel triumphantly. "Because I have plans for you and that shower." Brian swiped at his chest then Howie's, chucking the towel back over his shoulder.
Howie rolled his eyes as Brian slid off the bed, taking Howie's hand and dragging him into the bathroom. "You are incorrigible."
"Yup," Brian agreed, waggling his ass. "And you wouldn't want me any other way."