This is the thirty-third story in the Rewriting History series, and it follows Startling Paradox.

There's sex in this one. Enough said. ;)

Warnings: m/m, AU, occasional bad language. No spoilers for the movie unless you count the name Tommy Stone. (I wouldn't.)

~Silk

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On the Swoon

By Silk


Brian hadn't driven anywhere in years. There was always a limo headed in a direction he needed to go. But now there was a compelling reason to drive. No one could know where they were. Not even a limo driver.

Of course, Harry knew. But according to Curt, Harry could be trusted to keep a secret. Brian didn't know Harry. But he knew Curt.

He grew more and more preoccupied as the miles wore on. Curt had fallen asleep with his head on Brian's shoulder. He would be sorry when he woke up. He was bound to have a crick in his neck. But somehow Brian had a feeling that Curt thought it would be worth it. That *he* was worth it.

It was a hot day. The passenger side window was rolled down, the wind ruffling Curt's long, blond hair. Brian turned his head slightly, just enough so he could see Curt, and the sight of him, his face so much younger, almost angelic in sleep, moved Brian unexpectedly.

They were almost there. Brighton. The little resort town where Brian had pledged his love for Curt. The even tinier hotel where they had spent passionate days and languid nights wrapped in each other's arms. The place where he'd given Curt that infamous pin. The one that meant *everything* to both of them.

Brian wasn't one for sentiment, or he hadn't been until he met Curt, but now he found himself waxing poetic over the most fanciful things. The way the sun kissed Curt's hair, even though it wasn't *really* blond, and he knew that, but it didn't seem to matter. The way the sea, in all its turbulent intensity, seemed to be reflected in Curt's blue-gray eyes. Or the way Curt liked to sleep with his hands buried in Brian's hair.

He pulled up in front of the hotel and put the small, unobtrusive rental car into park. After they got out of the car, Brian ran around to meet Curt, placing his hand in the small of his back. "We finally got here."

"Yeah." For a second, Curt didn't move. He seemed content just to gaze fondly at Brian. Then he reached out and stroked the side of his lover's face. "I'm glad."

"Yeah." Brian loved the feel of Curt's fingers on his skin. Such talented fingertips. But not all thoughts led to *sex*. The way Curt touched him made him feel...*cherished*. No one had ever made him feel that way. It was like coming home. That was it. Curt was his *home*.

Curt chuckled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his hands. "You've got an intelligent look on your face, man. What's up?"

"Just thinking."

"Ooh, that could be dangerous, babe."

"Maybe."

Brian returned the favor by rubbing his thumb across Curt's mouth. When Curt flicked his tongue over the pad of Brian's thumb, Brian thought he was going to come on the spot. That wet, rough piece of flesh making contact with his was just too much to bear for very long.

"Inside. Now." That throaty command undid Curt's remaining inhibitions.

"And if I don't?" Curt inquired huskily.

Brian's sooty eyelashes fluttered down to cover his eyes for a moment. "Then I'll just have to fuck you right here in the car park."

"You wouldn't," said Curt, not sure if he was forbidding Brian or daring him.

"Watch...me...." With a soft groan, Brian leaned forward to seize Curt's ear in his teeth. Curt tilted his head to give his lover better access, sighing appreciatively when he caressed Curt's neck with his tongue.

Curt sank his fingers into Brian's shoulder, fervently kneading and massaging the skin underneath the thin T-shirt he wore. "One of us is wearing way too many clothes," Curt murmured.

Brian licked a path along Curt's jawline, lingering at the spot where five o'clock shadow was already beginning to appear on his chin. "We'd better check in."

Curt nodded. "I'm all yours, babe."

"Not yet. But you will be," Brian said, giving Curt's face a playful swipe of his tongue.

Curt laughed joyfully and threw his arms around Brian's neck. "Yeah," he agreed, giving his lover a heartfelt kiss.

Everything was right in Curt's world, and that gave Brian the peace he sought.

*****

His distinctive blue eyes covered by the darkest pair of sunglasses he could find, Brian checked into the hotel using cash instead of his credit cards. Cash had the advantage of not coming with a name. But when the hotel clerk asked him to sign in, he realized that he was going to need an alias anyway.

Giving Curt a curious sidelong glance, Brian replied, "My name is Stone. Tommy Stone."

Curt's eyes flickered inquiringly at his lover, but he didn't say anything. Once the clerk had given him the room key, Brian stepped away from the desk and out of earshot, whispering, "It's practically my real name."

They made their way into the lift, belatedly realizing that their bags were still in the car. "I'll get them later," Curt dismissed, more interested in the story behind Brian's choice of name.

"Tell me about it, *Tommy*," Curt urged with a breathy voice that made Brian's groin ache.

"No one's called me that since I was a kid," Brian mused.

At Curt's continued look of interest, Brian added, "My birth certificate says Thomas Brian Stoningham Slade. But I never cared much for Tommy."

Curt started to apologize for calling him that, but Brian stopped him with a kiss. "Until *you* said it."

Curt smiled and shook his head. "You'll always be *Brian* to me, babe."

"We'll have to be careful, Curt. If someone hears you call me Brian..."

"I know. The press is going to be watching, checking out who my latest boy toy is."

"Is that what I am?" Brian pouted. Curt was unable to resist the appeal in those lips and kissed him.

"Nah," Curt whispered. "You're my fucking miracle."

*****

It wasn't the same room. It was better. The view was perfect, the bedroom window opening out onto the ocean. Brian could smell the sea, the salty tang making his nostrils flare.

Brian locked the door behind him. "Come here."

Curt pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the bed. Sunlight dappled his body. "You're so beautiful," Brian said softly, suddenly feeling dwarfed by the enormity of his feelings for Curt.

"So are you, babe," Curt murmured.

They had waited so long to make things right between them, and now that the moment was here, they fell into each other's arms with an inevitability that would have given them pause, if they had thought about it.

But they didn't. There was no more thinking...only feeling. Brian's hands roamed over Curt's body, memorizing every new plane and angle, as they kissed. Reluctant even to stop for breath, they slid their mouths over and under and into each other. Arms clutching, legs flailing, they missed the bed, landing on the well-worn carpet with a thump that did nothing to distract them from their ultimate goal.

Brian unzipped Curt's jeans, plunging his hand inside to stroke the impressive hardness between his lover's legs. Curt sighed and arched against Brian's hand. He felt so hot, so incredibly hot, and Brian was touching him, making him breathless with desire and need and...Oh, God, *love*.

"I love you, baby," Curt whispered as he came hard, pulsing into and over Brian's hand.

"I love you, too," Brian cried, his arms suddenly filled with Curt. He didn't even need to come, he thought, his breath loud and ragged to his own ear. This was all he ever needed. To hold onto the one thing that mattered.

Tears blurred his vision for a second, but he blinked them away angrily, not wanting to waste a single moment of whatever time they had together in sadness.

So this was what it felt like to be happy.

He could get used to this. He really could.

End