Yet another sequel in the unnamed series that started with Somebody Called Me Sebastian. I'm thinking of calling this series Rewriting History or Your Lips Ruby Blue (both after Brian's lips, of course ;) ). I'm trying to follow the general storyline in the movie, but I've diverged from enough elements to make this definitely AU now.

For some unknown reason, Mandy keeps creeping in as a major obstacle to Curt's affair with Brian. But I'll fix *her*. (Can we all say Bwahaha?) There is both angst *and* hot sex in this one. With more to come. (pun intended) :evil

Warnings: m/m, angst, bad language, spoilers for the movie (are there really any of us who *haven't* seen it yet?)

Just when you thought it might be safe to get into an elevator again....

~Silk

*****

Gasped the Rocket

By Silk

Brian dove out of the elevator when the doors opened, giggling like a schoolboy in the throes of his first crush. Curt followed, close on his heels, his husky laugh sending vibrations through Brian's entire body. His room wasn't far, just down the hallway, but suddenly Brian couldn't move, transfixed as he was by Curt's intent scrutiny.

"What? Have I got a smudge on my nose or something?"

"No" Curt shook his head, sending his long hair flying. "I was just thinking...how fucking beautiful you are, man."

"You told me that two years ago."

"Still true, babe."

"That's what I like about you. You always say what you mean...and mean what you say." Brian started to turn away from Curt, but Curt was having none of that. He moved in on Brian, like the predatory beast he might be descended from, claiming him and the space immediately surrounding him as his territory.

"I do."

Curt reached out with one fingertip and tilted Brian's chin up so that he could see his eyes, those impenetrable eyes that promised everything and expressed nothing. "What are you so afraid of, Brian?"

"You. Me. The world. I dunno. Me, most of all." Tears shimmered tellingly in Brian's pale eyes, turning them silvery. It was the closest he'd ever come to telling the truth to anyone, and it hurt.

Curt rubbed a tear away with his thumb, gently massaging Brian's cheek. "Why don't we leave Maxwell Demon where he belongs, babe? Out there. Onstage." Curt kissed him as tenderly as he knew how, feeling the younger man tremble beneath his touch. "Here, with me, you can just be *Brian*."

But the real Brian Slade wore no colorful plumage, Brian's mind protested. The real Brian Slade could never hold the eye of a wild man like Curt. Maxwell Demon existed for a reason. No one could possibly be interested in what *Brian* thought. As Maxwell Demon, Brian was never at a loss for words. He was the king of the bon mot, and he always knew the right thing to say. The only problem was, he never meant any of it. He talked in riddles. He had to. Because Brian lived in fear of not being misunderstood. All the hidden meanings, all the diabolically clever lyrics, disguised who he really was. A kid from Birmingham who wanted to be somebody *special*.

It had never occurred to him that he could be somebody special to another person instead of the world.

"What if you don't like the *real* me?" Brian asked. That took more courage than he knew he had, and he dreaded Curt's answer.

Curt pressed his face against Brian's hot, wet cheek and whispered, "I already *love* you, you asshole."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure as I can be, babe. And you know what they say, don't you? Wolves mate for life."

Brian's mouth opened on a gasp, and Curt captured it, his tongue swirling inside to taste the sweetness within. They kissed again and again, Brian's fingers twining in Curt's hair, a curiously possessive gesture for one who thought he had no need to cling to anyone.

A polite cough brought them both back to earth with a loud thump. They broke apart and stared as one at the man who dared intrude upon them. "I don't mean to interrupt," the man said quite coolly, "but could you please move? You're blocking the elevator."

Curt laughed. "Sure, man. No problem."

Together they stood there and watched the man get into the elevator. When the doors finally shut, Brian gave Curt a sly, sidelong glance that made his pulse race. "So...would you like to come back to my room then?"

"Wild horses couldn't stop me."

*****

Brian fumbled with the key while Curt nibbled on the back of his neck. Once he had the door open, Brian almost fell into the room. Clothing was strewn on the floor and a half-open suitcase sat on the bed. *Someone* was obviously packing.

Brian's good humor vanished when he saw his wife come out of the bathroom. He was tired of having to hide what he felt for Curt, and he knew what her reaction would be to seeing him.

Mandy snapped, "What's *he* doing here?"

"That's not very polite."

"Screw polite! It's *my* bedroom! Why is *he* in it?" Mandy paced a few steps, then abruptly said, "Oh, I get it. He's coming back to London with us."

Brian blinked. He hadn't even thought of that. He assumed Curt had loose ends to tie up, and he figured that Curt would follow them over once he had taken care of them. But his need to be with Curt was so intense that he actually felt grateful to Mandy for bringing it up.

"Yes, that's it *exactly*," he announced, waiting for Mandy to object or Curt to contradict him.

But Curt merely smiled and surreptitiously slid his hand up the back of Brian's jacket. The bond between them grew more powerful every moment they were in contact, and Curt didn't care what he had to leave behind to join Brian in England. *Nothing* was more important than *he* was.

"Well," she said, a catlike smirk on her face, "you'd better help me pack. I'm sure Curt can use the time to get his things together. Isn't that right, Curt?"

"Actually, Mandy, may I call you Mandy?" Curt said smoothly, the tightening of his hand in the small of Brian's back the only sign of tension. "I need to *consult* with Brian about a few things before we fly back. You know, contract stuff."

"I see. Well, don't let me stop you then." Mandy gave Curt a look that said she was no stranger to intruders walking in and thinking they could have a piece of Brian.

But Curt answered her with a look of his own, a look that spoke of just how dangerous he could be. Curt had no intention of being separated from Brian, and he didn't care who wanted to fight him for possession of his mate. It would be bloody, and it would be to the death.

Curt pulled Brian out of the hotel room, though Brian was clearly determined to have things out with his wife. "Later, babe," he muttered darkly, wrapping an arm around Brian's waist.

"But where are we going? You promised you'd fuck me."

"I promised to *make love* to you," Curt corrected, kissing him full on the mouth. "I can wait."

"I can't," Brian complained.

Curt growled, "Then fuck your *wife*, man, if getting off is all you're interested in."

Brian looked as if Curt had struck him, and Curt immediately took him in his arms, murmuring, "Oh, babe, I'm sorry."

"It's six hours to London, Curt, and the whole time I have to sit next to *her* when I'd rather be with *you*."

"I know, man. It sucks. But she's not going to take you away from me. I won't let her."

"You don't know Mandy."

"I don't want to. I don't think there's ever going to be any love lost between her and me, man. But...she has a point, you know. She had you first."

"She doesn't *own* me, Curt."

Curt nodded, unprepared for what Brian said next. "*You* do."

"Aw, man, I don't want to *own* you. I just want us to belong to *each other*, y'know?"

"We do."

"That's a pretty heavy commitment, babe, to be making at..." Curt glanced at his watch. "...10 o'clock in the morning."

Brian sighed, his eyes drawn helplessly to Curt's mouth. "All these rooms. Every one of them with at least *one* bed. And we're stuck out here in the hall."

Curt grinned. "Maybe we can find another elevator."

Brian restlessly strummed his fingers up and down Curt's arm. Suddenly he stopped, his gaze having caught something or someone in the distance. "Wait here."

"Brian..."

He turned gracefully and wagged an admonishing finger at his lover. "I'll be right back."

When he returned, Brian brandished a shiny new key. Curt frowned. "What's that for?"

"The porter's closet."

"How'd you get that?"

"I gave the housekeeper a tip that will probably put all her kids through college," Brian replied smugly.

"Where is it?"

"Down at the other end of the hall. I'll show you."

Brian opened the door, vaguely dismayed that their first time was going to be spent surrounded by dirty linen. But he quickly forgot his misgivings when Curt tumbled him to the floor. Curt cackled maniacally and rolled onto his back. "This is so fucking cool!"

Brian looked askance at Curt. "Only *you* could manage to be impressed by someone else's dirty laundry."

Curt laughed. Then he raised himself up on one elbow to stare down at the man he vowed to love more than his life. "It beats the bare floor."

Brian made a slight moue of disgust. Christ, Curt thought, does he have any idea what that pout and those lips do to me? "I think there's a serious problem in personnel. What kind of housekeeper empties the laundry carts all over the floor?"

"A considerate one?" Curt asked brightly.

"Now who's the slut?" Brian teased, reaching up to pull on Curt's neck. "You'd better kiss me, and I'm warning you, I have *very* high standards."

"Mmm...how long have we got now?"

"Not nearly long enough," Brian groaned.

Curt smiled. "Be gentle. This is my first time."

Brian chuckled, a sputtery noise that was somehow breathy and sensual. "Doing what?"

"Doing *you*."

Curt climbed on top of Brian, nudging his legs apart with his knee. Brian shifted restlessly under him, feeling Curt grow hard against his abdomen. "Hey, is that all you've got?" Brian taunted.

"Baby, you don't know what I've got."

Within moments, Curt had Brian's pants open and shoved down to his knees. He kissed him hard as he tugged at his own zipper. When Brian kissed him back, Curt fell onto his back, taking Brian with him. Their cocks rubbed against each other with delicious friction as they instinctively sought a rhythm. The tip of Brian's cock was already leaking pre-come when Curt's hand grasped its length and began to stroke.

"Oh, God..." Brian moaned as Curt nipped appreciatively at his bottom lip.

Then, slowly but surely, Curt's hand drifted down Brian's back until it reached the cleft of his butt. Brian was so aroused that when Curt circled his opening with his fingertip, he came. "Fuck."

"Not yet, baby."

Curt surged upwards as his own climax overtook him, his hot breath searing Brian's ear. They lay there panting for several seconds before either of them wanted to move. Brian grabbed what looked to be the end of a sheet and cleaned himself up. "Well...I guess there *was* an advantage to being in the laundry room, after all."

Curt lowered his eyes and dabbed delicately at his own groin. When he didn't say anything for another minute, Brian frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking, that's all."

"About what?" Brian propped himself up on Curt's chest and studied the man he couldn't imagine living without.

"Well, for one thing, I'm wondering how I'm ever going to keep up with you. You're a killer, babe. And for another...I'm wondering how I'm ever going to keep my fucking hands off you for six whole hours."

"Maybe we could just hide away in the back of the plane and make out like teenagers," Brian said wistfully.

Curt raked a hand through Brian's short hair. "I don't think Mandy would like that very much."

"Screw Mandy."

"Not on a bet, Bri. Sorry."

Brian dissolved into giggles. "Why not? I do."

"I'm starting to question your taste."

Brian suddenly realized that he didn't feel a bit self-conscious with Curt now. He relaxed against his lover, his body unconsciously shaping itself to fit Curt's. "Where do we go from here?"

"To the airport?"

Brian laughed softly. "No, silly. In the existential sense," he drawled, throwing a five-dollar word on the table for good measure.

"Do we have to go anywhere, babe? Couldn't we just stay right here and love each other till our bones melt or something?"

"You know what I mean," Brian said, hating to feel so needy. But there it was, the essence of his attraction to Curt.

"Jeez, man, I don't know what you want me to say. I'd fucking *marry* you if I could."

"I don't think Mandy would like *that* very much either." Brian felt breathless, as though Curt really had proposed to him, and he had to fight for an even tone of voice.

A dark look unexpectedly crossed Curt's face. "You don't need to hear how fucking jealous I am of her, man."

Brian lay his head down on Curt's chest. "You don't have to be. You come first."

"But she gets to sleep with you. She gets to kiss you and hold you...and laugh with you over stupid jokes."

Brian played with a strand of Curt's long hair. "None of that matters when we're together."

"It will."

"Only if we let it."

End