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Sylum Advent 2021: December 16h

Sylum Advent 2021: December 16h


Title: Movie Night

Author: Gil Grissom

Pairing: Dom/Brian (background), Brian/Han

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Dom is off doing his own thing, so Brian and Han cuddle up for a movie night. It doesn’t quite go as planned, but when does anything ever?

Timeline: Mid-2000s-ish

“You know, if you keep scowling like the entire world is against you, your face is going to freeze like that.” Brian grinned when Dom looked up from packing his duffle bag and glared at him.

“I don’t know how I got roped into this.”

“Because in spite of looking like a complete hardass on the outside, inwardly you’re a total marshmallow,” Brian told him. “Look, it’s only a few days in Mexico City. You escort Marco and Ramon there, get them all settled in, make sure there’s nothing weird going on around their place, and then come home. And when you get home, make a point to learn how not to give in to the puppy eyes of doom, and maybe you won’t get anymore college-bound Chosen asking you to help them move because you’re their favorite.”

Han, who was sitting out on the balcony just outside the open doors, said, “He’s been their favorite since they were infants. He’s like the Ramirez family baby whisperer. Every single one of their eight kids has adored him since infancy, no matter how grumpy he was. It’s baffling since he’s kind of an asshole.”

“Which means you’re probably going to be doing this six more times, because all of those kids are as determined to get into a university as much as their parents are to get them there, possibly even more.” Brian shrugged when Dom released a long-suffering sigh. “At least it’s Mexico City and not New York or England?”

Dom pointed at him and glared again. “You’re not allowed to give them any ideas.”

Brian rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bed. “You’ll be just fine and you’ll have fun. You know it. You’re just annoyed because we’re not going with you.”

“You could,” Dom said, looking at both him and Han hopefully. “It’s not like there isn’t room for you.”

Han laughed. “Nope. They made it clear that it was a them and you bonding thing, no Mates or side pieces allowed.”

Dom sighed as he finished shoving the last of his items into his bag. “I think I got cheated on the best friend and Mate front. I want a refund.”

“Sorry, you break it, you buy it, and you definitely broke both of us at one point or another,” Han said. “Now go away. You need to be out the door in the next ten minutes, or they’re going to come in search of you.”

“We’re taking the Clan’s plane. It’s not like it’s going to take off without us.”

“Yeah, you tell it to those two,” Han replied, laughing. “They are the most anal-retentive of the entire Ramirez lot when it comes to getting where they need to be on time. Make them anxious early and you’re going to regret it the entire flight.”

“Probably.” Dom sighed heavily. “What are you two going to get up to while I’m gone?”

“Well, as soon as you leave we’re going to get ourselves situated for a movie night to watch all those things you bitch about us wanting to watch when you’re around,” Brian said. “In here, because I don’t want the color commentary I often get with the rest of the assholes who crash our night if we’re downstairs. In fact, we’re going to spend the entire time you’re gone watching all the movies you complain about.”

“Good, then maybe you’ll quit whining because I don’t want to watch some dumbass thing you’re determined to torture me with.” He leaned down and kissed Brian. Then he walked onto the balcony and did the same to Han. “Han, you’re in charge of him. Do not let him get up to anything idiotic while I’m gone.”

“You say that like he actually lets me be the boss of him.”

“Only in bed!” Brian called out, laughing.

Dom pointed at Han. “No dangerous shenanigans for him.”

“I am an adult, and I can take care of myself! I’m not going to get into trouble, especially not here in the house and no plans to leave the property,” Brian protested from the bed, not bothering to get up since he was so comfortable.

“We literally had to regrow your arm, Brian, so I don’t think you can ever lay claim to that statement,” Dom pointed out as he walked back in, Han following him and closing the balcony door.

“There were extenuating circumstances when that happened, and they aren’t likely to happen again ever.” Brian blew a raspberry at him. “Go find Thing One and Thing Two and let them drive you further into insanity.”

Dom rolled his eyes but looked down at him fondly. “Fine. I’ll be back in three days max. Anything more and you may have to come to bail me out of jail.”

Brian laughed and waved him off. When he was gone, he looked at Han, who had flopped down next to him. “What marathon are we starting with?”

“Tonight we should do all the big monster movies, and then tomorrow we can do the horror movies that he hates.”

“And whatever we don’t fit in, we can do the next day,” Brian said with a nod. “You raid the movie shelves, and I’ll raid the kitchen?”

“Deal. Missouri will give you better snacks. She’s immune to my charms.”

Brian laughed as he got up and they headed out, splitting up downstairs. There was no one in the kitchen so Brian simply grabbed one of the baskets near the snack pantries and filled it up with things they both liked, including a big bag of kettle corn that was freshly popped and bagged every few days. It never lasted long enough to get stale since many in the Clan were popcorn fiends, so he was just happy there was a fresh batch. After grabbing some drinks, he headed back upstairs to find Han slipping a DVD into the player. 

“What are we starting with?” Brian asked as he sorted a few of their snacks on the nightstands and the bed. 

“The original King Kong. Duh,” Han said as he dropped the remotes onto the bed and then went into the closest. He returned a few minutes later in one of Dom’s tanks and a pair of Brian’s pajama pants. 

Brian followed suit and came back out in a tank and a pair of shorts and climbed onto the bed next to him. “I locked the doors so we’d at least have some prior warning to an invasion.”

Han laughed. “Yeah, good idea, though right most everyone is off doing whatever it is they’re doing today. It’s more likely they’ll bother us in the evening.”

Brian let Han manhandle him into the position he wanted Brian since Han liked to be the big spoon when the two of them cuddled up together. They made it through three movies and were onto one of the King Kong remake movies, laying across the bed horizontally rather than toward the headboard, when Han’s hand slipped into Brian’s shorts and his fingers started brushing through his pubic hair.

 Brian turned so he was on his back and looked up at Han, amused. “You getting fresh with me, Lue?”

“Maybe a little, O’Conner,” Han said, leaning down to kiss him while his hand slid further down and gripped his cock lightly. 

Brian spread his legs a little further and then froze, pulling away from the kiss. “Did you hear something?”

Han sat up, slipping his hand out from under Brian’s shorts, and tilted his head. Then he rolled his eyes. “Someone’s picking the damn lock on the front suite door.”

Brian laughed silently and climbed to the head of the bed, knowing they weren’t going to get any time to finish what Han was trying to start, at least not then. Whoever was picking the lock was someone who would be more than happy to stick around and watch, and he wasn’t in the mood to put on a show for the masses. 

He patted the place next to him and Han huffed but joined him, slinging an arm around Brian’s shoulders and giving Brian’s cock a little pat. “Later,” Han promised. 

They could have made it easier for whoever was invading their territory by unlocking the bedroom doors at least, but what would have been the fun in that, so they sat and waited the few minutes it took them to unlock the door. They both turned unimpressed glares on David and Daniel when they came half-tumbling in, both looking windswept and highly appealing in their barely-there bathing suits. 

“Whatcha doing?” David asked as he draped himself carelessly over Han and Brian’s laps.

Brian popped him on the ass lightly, laughing when he whined a little, before resting his hand there. “Watching movies.”

“Ooh, King Kong,” Daniel said, lifting David’s legs so he could slide in next to Brian and cuddle up against him.

He heard a sigh from the doorway and he looked over to find Jason and James standing there, watching them with exasperation. “We tried to keep them from invading,” Jason told them, looking only mildly apologetic and mostly amused.

“They weren’t having any of it,” James added. “I think they’ve got an unhealthy attachment to you guys.”

“This whole clan is nuttier than a pecan pie,” Daniel said, sliding his hand around Brian’s back and getting more comfortable. “Nothing about us is healthy. Seriously, Red is going to snap one of these days, and we’ll never see it coming.”

“Too much crazy for one man,” David murmured as he grabbed a pillow and tucked it under his head before turning to look at the television. “Ooh, King Kong!”

Daniel poked David on the ass. “I just said that a minute ago, dumbass.” 

“Well, I wasn’t listening. I was hoping Brian would give me a good spanking but he’s stingy with his affections.” 

“Jesus Christ,” James said, shaking his head. “I’m heading down for some drinks. Anyone want anything?” 

“Just bring up a whole pitcher of something and some glasses,” David called out while Jason shrugged and climbed onto the bed between Brian’s legs, resting his head on David as he got comfortable.

A few minutes later, Mia walked in. “I thought I heard a commotion in here. Movie night gone awry?” she asked them, amused.

“Of course,” Han said, motioning to the bed. “Find a spot and join us.” Han looked at Brian. “It’s a good thing this is a steel-framed bed.”

“That’s because the last time we had a devolved movie night, we broke the damn bed,” Brian reminded him, laughing and then rolling his eyes when he was hushed by several people.

Ten minutes later, James reappeared followed by their normal group of assholes, bringing several pitchers of ‘something’ and more snacks. From down in the kitchen, Brian could hear Missouri yelling up at them about not making a damn mess, and Brian laughed to himself.

Movie night hadn’t gone as he’d planned, but he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

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