It has been over a year since we put out an issue of Rage. Both Michael and I wanted to keep it going but it was a matter of finding time. Whenever I came back to Pittsburgh I found it hard to pull myself away from the loft and Brian's bed for anything more then dinner with my mom and Debbie. And getting Michael to visit me in New York is tough because any free weekends he has are usually spent in Toronto.
We don't have to be in the same place to write the comic, but it is how we work best.
A few weeks ago Michael called and said that Ben would be out of town for a conference, and since he was going to visit JR the following weekend already, it would be the perfect time for him to come here. Amazingly, we were able to work out the logistics and Michael is going to be here for three days.
I'm surprisingly excited about it. The comic is so different from anything else I work on and it really gives me a chance to play in a medium I probably never would on my own. Plus, when Michael and I are in the same room working on Rage we just click. Creatively, we are very well matched.
The first two days solid we work. We order in and make a huge mess of take out boxes and sketches throughout my entire apartment. By the second night we have slowed down a bit, we have the general concept and storyline worked out and we are working frame by frame deciding what we need to depict for each scene.
We drink the beer in my fridge and when that runs out we move to my pot stash.
Somehow, seemingly inevitably, we end up talking about fucking.
"Whose the best fuck you've ever had?"
"Really? Or are you just saying that because you have to?"
"Isn't Brian your best fuck?"
"Well, yeah, but that is kind of a given."
"Heh, yeah I guess it is. David was a pretty good fuck... really only David and Ben are in the running for the best. I had some other good ones but nobody else who really hung around long enough to figure things out. I think that's why Ben is the best. It was really good the first time, but then he hung around and it got better. Plus, Ben's body. I swear, when we first got together I would come from just rubbing my dick against his abs. He is so fucking hard and cut all over."
"OK, stop thinking about fucking my husband."
"I'll stop thinking about fucking Ben if you can honestly tell me you have never thought about fucking Brian."
We both laugh.
"The funny thing is that Ben and Brian are the ones who actually fucked... that must have been hot."
"Yeah, that is just too weird."
"Not really that weird when you think of how many men Brian's fucked."
"True. But it's them, you know."
Then he looks down like he is feeling shy, which seems crazy considering the things this conversation has already covered, and his voice gets real low.
"Ben told me once that the thing about fucking Brian is that he can come and then just keep going... and come again."
I can't help but laugh. It is one of Brian's better traits.
"Talk about setting yourself up for disappointment. Brian should never be anyone's first fuck. I thought all guys were like that."
He lights another joint, takes a hit and then passes it to me.
"I'd fuck other guys, but usually in the backroom, or with Brian around. It wasn't until I was..."
I pause, because this topic tends to piss him off. But then I figure I'm singing Brian's praises so how upset can he get.
"...with Ethan that I really realized it wasn't normal, for a guy to fuck like him... to be hard all the time."
My mind is drifting and Michael coughs to get me back on track.
"Ethan would fuck me once, and then need a break. It was one of his many shortcomings. Brian doesn't even let me catch my breath. He can go over and over again."
"Don't say that in front of him, he already has a God complex."
That night, while Mikey is snoring on my couch, I draw a new Rage scene. If Brian can fuck me all night then Rage can certainly fuck JT for just as long.