Yes, they're still on that damn plane. But they're definitely getting somewhere. {eg} This is the fifth story in the Rewriting History series, and it follows Your Lips Ruby Blue. This is seriously NC-17, but as usual, it's got angst in it, too. It's also getting even more AU because I used quotes from further along in the movie and they haven't even gotten to England yet. ;)

Warnings: m/m, occasional bad language, angst, AU. No spoilers for the movie in this one unless you count dialogue.

~Silk

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Radiate Simply

By Silk

Curt's mouth seemed to be everywhere. A pulse throbbed at the base of Brian's neck as Curt's teeth nipped at the tendon that guarded it. Brian shuddered when his lover's black-lacquered nails raked down his back and dug into the soft flesh.

Curt was chanting, love words, Brian faintly registered, as he found himself unable to move. Suddenly his zipper was open, allowing his cock to spring free. It was a relief and yet it was torture. He wanted...oh, God...he wanted so much, but right now...he needed to feel Curt's mouth on him.

"Please..." No one had ever made Brian feel this way. Needy. Insatiable. Mindless. But there was one more thing, more important than the rest, that Brian couldn't even articulate to himself. There was a sense of completion in Curt's arms that went beyond sex. A sense of rightness, of belonging...of being *loved*.

He thought he had been loved before, but he was wrong. This feeling had no limits, knew no boundaries. It was both mystical and physical. And it seeped into his heart, banishing the cold places where no one else dared to go, warming him from within.

Curt looked up with shining eyes, his mouth moist and swollen, and hooked his fingers through the belt loops of Brian's pants. He was on his knees, his face so close to Brian's dick that a strand of his hair clung damply to its tip. For the longest time, they simply stared at each other, the only sign of movement the gentle flexing of Curt's fingers.

Then Curt kissed him. There. Brian sighed, his breath leaking out of him slowly. Curt closed his eyes and took him in his mouth, and Brian sagged against the metal door, his knees inexplicably weak.

It was hard and fast and slow and deep and never ever enough. Brian whimpered low in his throat and twined a lock of Curt's hair around his fingers. Brian's grip on him was almost painfully tight, but Curt savored the connection, silently urging him towards the brink.

"Come for me, babe," Curt growled in his husky voice.

"Not...without...you," Brian choked out, the strain of imminent climax making it difficult to speak.

"You don't have to wait for me. I want this."

Curt continued to work feverishly to push Brian over the edge, but Brian held back until he could feel the tremors of an intense orgasm racing up the backs of his legs. Finally, when the only thing holding him up was Curt's hands braced under his ass, Brian looked down at his lover and whispered, "Curt," in such an anguished tone that Curt knew what he was waiting for.

"Love you, babe," Curt whispered back.

With that, Brian closed his eyes and came, spilling himself into Curt's mouth. Curt lapped delicately at Brian's groin, as if he knew how oversensitive Brian would be now, and Brian gratefully slid to the floor, trapped between the door and Curt's body.

As soon as he sank to the floor, Brian seized Curt's face in both hands and kissed him, tasting himself on Curt's lips. "Now you."

Curt shook his head, curiously content just to pleasure Brian. "I'm okay, man."

"I can make you *better*," Brian promised. He grasped Curt's rigid erection and began to stroke him with one hand. His back tight against the door, Brian had almost no room to move, but somehow he managed to climb into Curt's lap.

Curt laughed softly and struggled to hold onto him, but his balance felt none too steady. "You feel good," Curt said, smiling against Brian's neck.

Suddenly it was like trying to hold onto a wriggly puppy, all licks and kisses and frantic energy. Placing his hand over Curt's, Brian interlaced their fingers. Together they pumped up and down Curt's hardened length.

Curt wasn't that far from coming. He had to fight the desire to bury himself deep inside Brian. There's no room, he moaned inwardly. Then Brian's mouth found his again, and he had no more time to think. He could feel Brian's thighs on either side of him, and for a second, he flashed on what it would be like to fuck this way.

All at once Curt came, the feeling so intense that it took him by surprise. He gasped his climax into Brian's mouth, and Brian's tongue touched his, a soothing guide back to the real world. Once they broke apart, Curt panted, open-mouthed, his blue-gray eyes widening as they took in the evidence of his satisfaction. "Oh, man..."

Brian's shirt was spattered with come. But he didn't care. He'd gone to heaven when Curt wasn't looking, and now, he wanted him to follow. "Mm...I don't think I want to let you go just yet."

Curt tugged his hand free from Brian's and caressed the side of his face. "If you ever tell anyone I said this, I'll deny it, man, but..." Curt started to bite his lip, then he began to laugh, realizing how much Brian was beginning to change him.

"What?"

"I was going to say, this is the best sex I've ever had, on or *off* drugs, man, but then it came to me. Love is the drug, babe."

Brian wound his arms around Curt's neck and kissed him before burying his face in Curt's hair with a contented sigh. "You make love to me with words, too, Curt."

Curt shook his head gently, not wishing to oust Brian from one of his favorite places "All the words in the world couldn't do you justice, Bri. The world is changed cause you are made of ivory and gold...and the curves of your lips rewrite history."

"God, Curt, that could be a song."

"Nah, not my style. But I wish I *was* a poet, babe, so I could tell you how I feel."

"You just did," Brian whispered, letting his face sink deeper into Curt's hair.

"I'll tell you something else, Bri. If anything ever happened to you..." Curt's breath caught in his throat just contemplating a world without Brian in it. "I don't know what I'd do...but I don't think I'd want to live without you."

"Me neither," Brian said softly, feeling near tears.

"I love you, babe."

Suddenly there was an incredible racket outside the bathroom as someone began shouting and cursing and pounding on the door.

Curt groaned. "But I swear I'm gonna kill your old lady in about two seconds."

"She doesn't understand, Curt."

"I'm taking you away from her, and I think she knows it, Brian."

"Is that what you're doing, Curt?" Brian asked with a tremulous smile.

"Damn straight I am," Curt said gruffly, trying to hide the fact that he was equally moved.

They kissed, oblivious to anyone and anything else, their fingers caressing and touching and entwining in each other's hair.

Mandy gave up and returned to her seat to await landing. And sulk.

End