behind closed doors

Summary: this is in response to a challenge issued on prettyboyfanfic - to write the scene that happened after curt and brian left the orgy during the movie. if you haven't seen the movie it won't make much sense,but sinceit's essentially a pwp that shouldn't be a problem :)

Notes: i got to kiss my squash tonight! whee! okay, thanks to nikky and i could really use some feedback here. i'm averaging like two locs per storyand that's just pathetic. scarcely worth the effort. please, feed the writer.

Staring across the room with wide, startled eyes, almost unaware of the piggy man that mauled her breasts with urgent greed, Shannon saw the man of her dreams.

Lying on a sofa, two groupies - band members, the background they called them, she called them *groupies* - petting and teasing him, everyone too stoned or drunk to have real-time responses, Brian Slade seemed bored. His head rolled on his neck, tilting over to stare at his dream, one he hadn't dared approach yet.

The look landed on Curt Wild, also sprawled on a sofa, with two beautiful women pawing him. Wearing only a pair of  leather pants, his lean chest flushed from their attention, he simply looked back at Brian, and then stretched, freeing himself of their clinging hands with a touch of contempt that masked the fear he really felt. Many times Shannon had seen him behave that way, flinch away from the tough of others, yank his arm out of the reach of fans, step away from band members, and she wondered why he did it. Why a man who exuded sexuality would avoid touch in so many forms.

But never Brian's. Since they day they had met - for real, not that pathetic excuse for an introduction she had heard about, when Curt had passed out in front of Brian -   Curt Wild reached fro Brian Slade. Sometimes Brian reached back. Sometimes it seemed, to her, that he was simply allowing it, humoring the man. It was plain even to her that her idol loved the junkie that she scorned, but she was convinced that love was a passing infatuation, that he would never actually act upon it.

Padding a few steps, Curt paused, reaching for a half-empty bottle of whiskey that sat atop the mantlepiece, his eyes on Brian as he grabbed it, his movements loose and fluid, proving that, while he had given up heroin, he was still an addict. Alcohol was just safer.

Their eyes held as Curt continued, padding to the bedroom door, looking back once more. He did not ask that Brian follow him. His eyes did not beg it. It was more like his very soul called to the other man, and this time Brian could not turn him away.

When Brian stood and followed, pausing in the door and looking at what he left behind, his wife stared, her eyes dark with smeared mascara, face flushed with too many drinks, lips puffy from kisses that had not come from him. And when he followed Curt Wild Shannon closed her eyes and opened her legs to the man that pawed at them, accepting it as the price she had to pay to get closer to Brian.

***

Sprawled in the armchair beside facing the bed, Curt had his pants unzipped, his soft cock lying limply on a nest of sandy-brown curls. With his head tilted back he gulped the whiskey slowly, free hand touching himself gently, as if curious.

"Think you've had enough to drink, eh, mate?" Stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind him softly, Brian stared at Curt, his arms crossed over his thin chest, looking disapproving. 

Lowering the bottle, Curt tipped his head to one side and his hand gathered his cock and cupped it.

"Does it matter to you?" He held the bottle at arm's length.

"I'd rather you came to bed with me." Brian executed an elegant half-shrug. "But if you'd rather have the bottle.."

It clattered to the floor, the glass to heavy to break so easily, before he'd finished speaking. But Curt didn't move, just continued to stare at him. His hair was still partially tied back but a long lock of it hung into his eyes and made him look as wild as his namesake.

Slowly, Brian turned and slipped off his shirt, then his boots, crawling onto the large bed, lying on his stomach, face propped on his hands, watching Curt with a small smile.

"Why now?" Curt asked, voice suddenly raspy.

"I wanted to wait. To be sure you were ready." Brian answered softly, his voice colored with affection and, yes, love. "Didn't want to push you into anything."

"I've been *waiting* for you to push, you bugger." Curt snarled, half-laughing, as he rose form the chair and bounded for the bed, landing beside Brian and bouncing him, making the other man laugh as he rolled over and reached for him. "Good thing you didn't make me wait any longer, I thought I was going to go nuts!"

"You *are* nuts, love." Brian crooned, pulling Curt on top of himself and holding him close. Curt snorted and then bit his neck, making Brian moan. "That's why I love you." he panted as the aggressive man began working the silver pants off him, sliding down his body to take Brian's hard cock into his mouth, sucking strongly, taking it all in, hands working Brian's ass, lifting it, massaging it, fingers dipping into the musky crack. "Oh, Curt!" Brian exclaimed, arching into him, thrusting into the hot mouth eagerly, until Curt pulled away, a thread of whiskey-tinted saliva strung between his panting mouth and Brian's cock  that snapped free as he spoke.

"Will you let me fuck you, Brian? Please? I really, really want to."

"*Yes*." The other man gasped, turning himself over, looking back over his shoulder, watching with large eyes as Curt stood and stripped out of the pants, his previously soft cock rising to an impressive size. "God, Curt, I didn't know..."

Quickly his lover covered him, his hands smoothing over Brian's sides and back, easing him, kissing his neck and shoulders, whispering to him, his words slightly slurred by the alcohol he'd consumed.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I know what I'm doing, I would never hurt you, Brian, I love you, I could never hurt you." He probed at Brian's ass with a finger, surprisingly thick, he had large hands for a relatively small man, and repeated the important words between kisses. "I love you, Brian. I love you."

Squirming, nervous - it certainly wasn't his first time being fucked, but to be fucked by someone he was in love with, that was completely new, Brian, arched, and pushed back, trying to accept the finger, but it jammed at the second knuckle, he was too tight, too dry, he moaned in mingled pain and frustration...Abruptly Curt's weight left him and he turned to his side, watching, amusement creeping over his features, as Curt dumped his suitcase onto the floor, muttering to himself, his large, erect cock bouncing with his movements, swaying.

"Lube, where's the fucking lube, I know I packed it..." A tube tumbled out of an unzippered pocket and he pounced upon it with a rumble of victory. "Aha!" And turned back to the bed to meet Brian's eyes and see Brian's smile. "Laughing at me?" He asked, pausing, suddenly as vulnerable as he had been that day at the restaurant.

"Never." Brian swore, holding out his arms. "Just admiring."

"You're the beautiful one." Curt said, climbing into his arms, one arm going around Brian and the other fumbling with the tube, then sliding between the slender man's legs. "I meant what I said, it wasn't in the script."

"I know, love." Brian replied, then moaned as that same finger entered him again, slipping in easily now, coating his passage with cool, thick gel. "I want you so bad."

"It's about fucking time." Leaning closer, Curt took his mouth in a hungry, devouring kiss, not much like the one they had shared earlier, at the staged press conference, this one was miles beyond that sweet, still hungry but tender kiss. Now Curt was trying to eat him alive, to sink as far into Brian as he could, while his hand stuffed more gel into his ass, until he thought he was ready.   Breaking away, Brian, turned over again, but Curt pulled him back, onto his back, and rose on his knees over him. "I want to see your face. Look into your eyes." He muttered thickly, lifting Brian's legs and settling them on his shoulders, bringing Brian's hips into his lap, holding his ass in strong, square hands. "Okay?" He hesitated, eyes searching Brian's face, which was pale beneath his makeup, slightly anxious.

"Okay." Brian nodded, reaching to grab Curt's shoulders, anchoring himself.

"This is so cool." Curt panted, leaning over to kiss Brian, folding him over. As he kissed him, deeply, gently again, he slowly forced his cock into Brian's waiting ass and the man beneath him moaned deeply, but Curt didn't wait for him to adjust, just kept going until he was all the way in, and then stopped, kissing him, both hands stroking Brian's cock.

"Hurts..." Brian hissed, with a shudder.

"It'll get better." Curt promised, petting him, kissing his face, panting with the effort of holding back. "You are lovely. I never dreamed of someone like you loving me."

"I do." Brian said insistently, pulling him closer and, incidentally, deeper. "We're going to finish this tour and then you'll cut a great record and we'll be famous together forever."

"Far out." Curt managed a smile but it didn't last long. "Brian, I gotta move now, I can't wait anymore.." Without waiting for a response he began to thrust, kissing Brain, swallowing the small moans of pain the other man released, until they faded and became something else entirely, and then Brian was moving with him, rocking back into his thrusts and up into his hands, which were still stroking and rubbing Brian's cock, slippery with lube, and then Brian was holding him more tightly, pulling him deeper with long legs and Curt broke the kiss, grunting, and threw his head back, still held close by Brian's arms, and began to thrust faster and harder, going deeper until Brian suddenly shouted;

"There! Yes, Curt, Curt, like that!" And, knowing he had the angle right, he pounded into his lover until Brian shuddered and bucked beneath him and then Curt leaned forward and bit Brian, hard, at the juncture of neck and shoulder, smothering his cries in Brian's flesh as he pounded in short, desperate thrusts, finally sagging, exhausted, in his lover's arms, drained.

"Alright, love?" Brain asked some time later, idly stroking Curt's back. It hadn't been exactly what he'd expected, but it had been as powerful as he had dreamed it would be. Curt's wildness, his rage and pain, all came out vividly in his lovemaking, and Brian had reveled in it. 

Poor Mandy could never compare to this.

"Wonderful." Curt moaned, lifting off him just enough to get to the side, his head landing on Brian's shoulder rather roughly. "Fuckin' perfect."

"Is this what you meant by making love in gay style?" Brain teased, reminded of an interview Curt had done.

Sleepy grey-green eyes blinked at him and a smile twitched stubble-roughened cheeks.

"I don't think anyone's ever made love like that before."

Stretching carefully, Brian scooted closer and smiled when Curt automatically reached an arm out and gathered him close, pillowing Brain's head on his chest, fingers running tenderly through his blue hair.

"No, I don't think so either." He sighed and closed his eyes, suddenly very tired, feeling safe and loved and warm. He felt Curt shift, then the edge of  the bedspread was wiped gently over his sticky belly and between his legs, cleaning the worst of the mess. The blanket was pulled up to their waists, and then Curt was kissing his cheek, whispering to him, sounding half-asleep himself.

"Brian, turn over, I won't let go of you..." And, with a little help from Curt, he rolled over to his side, facing the closed door, and Curt spooned up tight behind him and he fell into a deep, dreamless, completely restful sleep.

***

The door opened. Roused by the soft squeak, having been merely dozing for a bit now, Brian remained still, thinking it was Mandy.  He didn't want a confrontation now, not when he felt so happy... He was aware of Curt behind him, the blanket and sheet kicked of sometime during the night, Curt's hands on his body, one on his side, the other behind Brian's head. They weren't pressed as tightly together as they had been when they slept, but Curt was right there, behind him, still reaching for him, keeping that contact, and it made Brian feel warm and happy inside.

The door closed again and his eyes popped open, realizing he'd been given a reprieve. If he wanted it to last they had to get out of here, get away from Mandy and the others before words had a chance to be spoken, before this wonderful peace was spoilt.

Sitting up, he turned and leaned and kissed his lover, who slept deeply, his face slightly furrowed, as if his demons pursued him event here.

"Curt - Curt, love." He said urgently, shaking him. "Curt, wake up, we've got to get out of here."

"Brian?" Instantly Brian was addicted to that sound, the raspy, half-afraid, needy way that Curt said his name as his eyes opened and he reached for him.

"I'm here, love." He said, pulling a willing Curt to him, glorying in the freedom to do so. He had saved this man, this man was *his*. "I'm here."

*******

the end. really.

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