This is the thirty-first story in the Rewriting History series, and it follows Momentary Seizure. We're in relatively uncharted territory now. We don't really know what happened between DOG and the advent of Tommy (ugh) Stone in 1984. So I made this all up. ;) (Oh, and not for nothing, but I don't think Tommy Stone will ever exist in this AU. Poor thing. :lol Ah, he'll get over it. ;) )

Warnings: m/m, minor angst, AU, occasional bad language. No spoilers for the movie. This is based on a song that very much reminds me of Curt and Brian. I hope you'll see why.

~Silk

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Eden

By Silk

Did you ever think of me as your best friend
Did I ever think of you
I'm not complaining
I never tried to feel
I never tried to feel
this vibration
I never tried to reach
I never tried to reach
your Eden

Did I ever think of you as my enemy
Did you ever think of me
I'm complaining
I never tried to feel
I never tried to feel
this vibration
I never tried to reach
I never tried to reach
your Eden

Eden--Hooverphonic


Brian was cold, but he'd be damned if he would leave Curt's side for as long as it took to grab his clothing. Curt stirred next to him and opened his eyes. A gentle smile curved his lips. "Hey..."

"Hey..." Brian replied, lapsing into the emotional shorthand he and Curt shared.

Brian lay his head on Curt's chest. Moments later, he could feel Curt's fingers threading through his hair. Not for the first time, he wished that it was longer, just so Curt would have to tangle his fingers in the light brown strands.

"Are we okay?" Curt cursed himself for feeling so needy, but given their track records, he felt compelled to ask.

"Very," Brian answered, rubbing his cheek against Curt's flat brown nipple.

"We should get up."

That got Brian's attention. He jerked his head up and stared at Curt in disbelief. "What the hell for?"

"It's almost dawn. I've got a meeting in..." Curt fumbled for his watch, but it was nowhere to be found. "Well, I've got a meeting," he repeated.

"About what?"

Curt blinked. He wasn't sure he liked Brian's tone, but he didn't really want to re-open old wounds. Their relationship was too fragile to withstand too much pressure, emotional or otherwise, and they would have to tread carefully for a while.

"The tour."

"What bloody tour?" Brian demanded.

Curt sighed. "The one promoting the Berlin record." When Brian continued to look at him blankly, Curt elaborated. "The one I did with Jack."

"Oh." Brian settled down again, idly plucking at the fine dusting of brown hair that arrowed down to Curt's groin. "I thought we were going to be together," he said sulkily, sounding for all the world like a petulant little boy.

"We *will*, babe." Curt propped himself up on one elbow to look down at Brian, who was definitely preoccupied, and not in a good way. "You can come on tour with me, Bri. It'll be fun."

That was the single worst thing that Curt could possibly have uttered.

"Fun? *Fun*? Do you know how many people boo at the very mention of my name, Curt? Do you think that'll be fun, too?"

"Well..." Curt frowned. Brian had a point. But there had to be a way around that. Didn't there?

"You don't have to go out. You could just-"

"Just what, Curt?" Brian levered himself off Curt's chest and glared at his lover. "Just stay in your dressing room like one of your fucking groupies? Just wait for you to have a moment to spend with me like...like...your fucking *wife*?"

Curt didn't say anything immediately, but when he did, his voice was cool and eerily calm. "You mean like *I* did, Brian?"

"Shit."

"Exactly."

Brian refused to meet Curt's eyes, evidently finding further study of his fingernails, which actually *did* need clipping, fascinating. "Did I really make you feel that way, Curt?" Brian asked quietly.

Now was the time to start as they meant to go. In the past, they had never had a great deal of honesty between them. Except in bed. They never lied to each other in bed. The love they shared was real and true.

"Sometimes," Curt admitted.

Brian shook his head, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows. "I'm sorry."

"Bri-"

"No, I am." Brian looked up suddenly, his eyes dark and tragic. "I don't mean to hurt you, Curt."

"I know." Curt pulled Brian's head down for their first kiss of the new day that stretched before them like a blank page. "I never mean to hurt you either, Bri. But I do."

"Maybe we need to work on that," Brian said, biting his lip.

"Only if we do it *together*. I meant what I said last night, Brian. Promises are fucking easy to make in the dark, but fucking hard to keep in the light of day. But I am not going to let you push me away this time. You got that?"

Brian nodded solemnly. He looked so innocent, he could have been one of Curt's imaginary altar boys. "How much time do you have before your meeting?"

Curt caught the hot look in Brian's eyes and grinned. "Not near enough, babe."

Brian flopped onto his back with a dramatic flourish. "You're so mean."

Curt pressed Brian into the mattress and hovered expectantly over him. "And wicked, too. You want to see just *how* wicked, babe?"

Brian rolled his eyes and flashed Curt an evil look of his own. It was alarming how much charm that man had at his disposal, thought Curt. Now if only I could teach him to use his powers for good.

With a pout that made Curt long to possess every inch of Brian, inside and out, Brian asked, "Are you sure you don't have time for me before your meeting?"

Ah, hell. Curt leaned close and licked Brian's bottom lip slowly and thoroughly. "Well...it *is* my meeting. They can't very well start *without* me."

"You could go far with that kind of attitude," Brian murmured.

"Oh, yeah?" Curt purred. "How far?"

"Why don't you try...and see how far you can get?" Brian's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, and Curt captured it with his mouth.

"Mmm...I missed this, babe."

Brian took a long, slow breath to steady his voice. "Me, too."

"Are you still cold?"

Brian looked startled. "How did you know?"

"You've got goosebumps all over. Want me to warm you up?"

"Do you think you can?"

"I know I can. The question is...can you stand the heat?"

Brian tugged on Curt's collar until the older man settled comfortably between his legs. "Make love to me and..." Brian paused, as if he was unsure whether or not he should continue.

"And?" Curt gently nudged him with his knee, taking care not to hurt him.

"...and I'll come on tour with you," Brian finished quickly.

So that was it. He wasn't sure what Curt's reaction would be. Oh, Brian. I love you, babe. Of course I want you with me. Any way I can get you.

"Deal." They traded tiny, tender kisses that were hopelessly romantic and led to nothing but more of the same.

When they re-surfaced finally, it was clearly time to get up and get dressed. The sun was coming up over the horizon, bathing everything, including their own private rooftop, in golden light. "Wow," said Curt. "No more stars. Just the sun."

"Beautiful," whispered Brian. But he wasn't looking at the sky.

There was only one thing he wanted to wake up to every morning, and he had that. At last.

End