This is the part I couldn't wait to write. Brian and Curt *really* making love for the first time. (Yeah, right, the rest was just a warmup. Believe me.) Rated NC-17, but blatant mush awaits. This is the sequel to Came Down Like Water, and it's the seventh story in the Rewriting History series.

Warnings: m/m, angst, AU, blatant mush, not much bad language, and no spoilers for the movie. (That I can remember, anyway.)

~Silk

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Dance On My Heart

By Silk

Curt smoked one last cigarette before deciding to go to bed. It was late. Nearly 11 pm, if his watch was right. Oh, wait, he thought, his blue-gray eyes struggling blearily with the numbers on its face. The five hour time difference. That would make it...his overtired brain couldn't do the math.

"Must be almost dawn, though," Curt said out loud, more to hear a voice than anything else. He was accustomed to feeling lonely. Chronic loneliness wasn't precisely painful. It was more like a dull ache that constantly surrounded his heart. Being with Brian was changing that.

Yet in a way, it made him want *more*. More things he thought he couldn't have.

Like sleeping with the man he loved.

It would be foolish to underestimate Mandy's power. She had been with Brian from the very beginning, and her position was still solid, despite the frequent rumblings throughout the palace. But that didn't stop Curt from wishing she was out of the picture. He wanted Brian all to himself.

He didn't expect to get that. But oh, how much he wanted it.

Brian wasn't going to come to him tonight. With a disappointed sigh, Curt padded barefoot into the bathroom and closed the door. Once the water was running, he stepped into the shower and lathered his body. He hadn't been kidding earlier. He really was jet-lagged.

Curt stood under the spray and raised his face to the torrent of water, whipping his wet hair back and forth. After he finished rinsing his body, he found a bottle of shampoo on the shelf. Prying open the cap, he sniffed it. "Nice," he said. It was some kind of tropical scent, vaguely citrus-y and not a bit girly.

When his hair was clean, he turned off the shower and grabbed a huge white towel. Curt dried himself, then dropped the damp towel on the floor. Peering into the mirror over the sink, Curt nearly didn't recognize his own face without copious amounts of make-up and mascara.

He looked...well, almost as young as Brian. Drugs and alcohol had added years to his features, but he was still passably good-looking. Wasn't he? Brian seemed to think so.

"Brian..." Curt murmured as he saw his entire face transformed at the sound of his lover's name. God, he had it bad.

Curt didn't see any reason not to sleep in the nude. His room was isolated, and it wasn't as if anyone would actually see him.

*****

Brian got out of bed slowly and stood there watching his wife sleep. Mandy's face in repose gave him a pang. For what was. For what would never be again. He knew that now. Without even thinking about it, he'd made a choice.

Curt.

He slid a thin burgundy silk robe over his nakedness and walked away without looking back.

*****

The staff was well used to Brian's vagaries, including his tendency to prowl at night. So Brian wasn't worried about who he might run into on his way to Curt. The only person capable of stopping him was the one he'd left behind in bed. But the way Brian burned for Curt, he didn't think she could even slow him down.

He slipped quietly into Curt's room and closed the door. For long moments, all Brian could do was watch him breathe. His mouth was slightly parted, exposing his bottom teeth. His hair spilled across the pillow, and it was obviously still damp. So...Curt had showered. In anticipation of Brian's visit?

Brian moved closer to the bed, untying his robe as he went. The silk gaped wide open, and with a shrug of Brian's shoulders, it fell to the floor.

He lay down next to Curt, torn between not wanting to wake him up and wanting to touch him everywhere. With the softest of sighs, Brian pushed aside Curt's hair and brushed his lips against the nape of his neck.

"I wondered when you'd get here," Curt growled.

"You waited for me," Brian said, finding the very idea irresistible.

Curt rolled over to face his lover, his sleepy eyes still curiously intent on him. "I tried. I gave up a little while ago."

Brian dropped his bright gaze to somewhere in the middle of Curt's chest. "Sorry. I had to wait till Mandy fell asleep."

Curt nodded, unable to speak for the sharp arrow of jealousy that pierced his heart. "Did you sleep with her?"

"What?" For a second, Brian wasn't sure he'd heard Curt right. Then with a guilty flush, he realized what he meant.

"I didn't fuck her, if that's what you mean."

Curt looked so relieved that Brian had to kiss him. He hadn't meant to ask. Truly. But the words were suddenly there in his mouth, and he couldn't *not* say them.

"Brian, I'm s-"

Brian kissed him again, this time to silence him. "I know why you asked...and I love you for it."

"You shouldn't," Curt admitted. "My love for you is almost too strong. If I can't find a way to control it...it could consume both of us."

That was so close to what Brian had thought when he first met Curt two years ago that he couldn't believe it was just coincidence. "I don't care," Brian declared, realizing that somewhere in those past two years, he had decided to cast his fortune to the winds...and Curt.

Curt reached out with trembling fingers and caressed the side of Brian's face. Brian closed his eyes and shivered. When he opened his eyes again, they were the most vivid shade of blue Curt had ever seen. "When you touch me...I feel so much..." Brian grasped anxiously for words. "It's like you're dancing on my heart."

"Pretty image."

"But apt."

"Pretty boy."

Brian hid his face against Curt's chest, rubbing his pale cheek over the flat brown nipple he found there. "Stop."

"Never."

Curt wrapped his arms around Brian, and he was rewarded with the most heartfelt gasp of gratitude that he'd ever heard. "As long as there's breath in my body, I will always think you're beautiful, babe."

Brian tangled his fingers in Curt's hair and pulled his head down so that he could kiss him. The kiss felt bittersweet to Curt, tinged as it was with longing, and he couldn't help but respond. Without breaking the fervent kiss that connected them, Curt rolled them over so that his body covered Brian's. Curt settled comfortably atop his lover, his body already learning the topography of being Brian.

"Are you going to make love to me? Here? In *our* bed?" Brian asked breathlessly, full, sensual lips parted expectantly.

That it *was* their bed now was a distinction that wasn't lost on Curt. "Yeah," Curt whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of Brian's eye. He tasted of tears, his beautiful Brian, who was more angel than demon if the truth were known.

For the first time since they had been together, they were able to possess each other in the most intimate way possible. Curt's slick finger probed at Brian's opening, teasing and stretching him until he was ready to accept his cock. That Brian didn't need much in the way of preparation was a sign of how hot he was. His body knew Curt's, trusted him implicitly, and he relaxed beneath his patient ministrations.

Curt spread lube over his cock, his arousal so great that he had to take care touching himself. With a husky groan, he entered Brian, his heart almost stopping when he was surrounded by his damp heat. "Ohh..."

"Don't...you dare...stop," Brian panted.

Curt almost smiled, but the effort was too much, given his state of excitement. He was deep inside Brian, and he almost hated to move. Where he was felt so good, too good, in fact, and he was afraid that it might all be over with before they got started.

Then Brian's fingernails were digging into his back, forcing him closer. "Please..." Brian begged.

Curt moved, tentatively at first, but then he was swept up in the erratic rhythmic dance that was the physical expression of their love. He wanted to come, but he wanted to last. He felt conflicted, but there was nowhere to go but up. Then...all too soon, it would be down.

He came hard, hot fluid flooding his lover's narrow channel till it overflowed. He felt Brian shudder as he followed him over the edge. His abdomen hopelessly sticky, Curt was too sated to move.

Brian's lips caressed Curt's neck, and Curt fell onto his back with a soft cry of satisfaction. "Mark me."

Brian froze. "Are you sure? Someone might see."

Curt's face grew dark. "What do you think *they* think we're doing?"

Brian's expression was stony. "Fucking."

The tortured look in Curt's eyes held Brian's gaze. "Tell me...tell me you know the difference between *fucking* and what we just did."

For the longest moment, Curt knew real fear. Then Brian smiled, and it was hard to remember the fear. "I love you...I *choose* you." Brian's mouth descended again, and Curt felt his teeth nip gently at his flesh.

"I love you, too, babe," Curt whispered hoarsely.

"Sleep now," Brian urged, burying his face against Curt's neck. "It's nearly dawn."

*****

That was how Jerry found them. Their bodies entwined, their hands possessively clutching each other as though even in sleep, they couldn't bear to be parted.

"Nice," he muttered. His little plan to promote Brian Slade and Curt Wild as the most romantic pair since Gable and Lombard was starting to come together. Any fool could see what was happening. But it was his job to make sure that the world saw it, too.

He was very good at his job.

It wasn't going to be a problem asking Brian and Curt to spend more time with each other. It might kill Mandy, but there were worse things.

Come to think of it, that might be considered one of the unexpected benefits of this. God, he was good. Brian would get down on his knees and thank him.

Ooh, now there was a thought.

End