This is the forty-fourth story in the Rewriting History series, and it follows The Boys Are Not Impressed.

This is pure sex, with just the teensiest bit of plot development, in the form of angst, of course, but trust me, it does nothing to derail the proceedings. :evil :D

Warnings: m/m, rampant sex, unabashed mush, AU, occasional bad language, minor angst (but unlike the sex, totally necessary, :lol ) No spoilers for the movie, but Brian does get a little domestic here, in case that squicks anybody. ;)

~Silk

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All the Fairy Boys Are Nervous

By Silk

"Honeyyyyy, I'm homeeeee," Curt sang out.

He no sooner crossed the threshold than he was assaulted by a Brian-sized package. "You're here!" Brian called back, pinning Curt against the wall of the foyer.

"Don't tell me you were bored," Curt said, eyelash to eyelash with his lover.

"Not anymore," Brian whispered, wrapping his arms around Curt's neck. "I missed you," he added, giving him a kiss.

"Nice to be missed, baby," Curt said, falling fast under Brian's spell. They kissed again, more passionately this time, and Brian's fingers worked feverishly to unzip Curt's pants. When he succeeded, he pushed his hand inside and grasped Curt's half-hard cock.

"Unhhh..." Curt groaned as Brian continued to grope him. "Touch me..."

Brian merely laughed. It was a deep, dark sound that vibrated all the way down to Curt's groin. He opened his mouth quite helplessly, and Brian slipped his tongue inside. They continued to kiss, savoring the warmth and the wetness of their mouths sliding over each other. At the same time, Brian never let up his relentless attack on Curt's now full-blown erection.

They panted, almost in unison now, the kisses growing longer and harder, as though they meant to imprint themselves on one another. Brian's hand always seeking, Curt jiggling restlessly under his caress. With a louder groan that signaled his imminent climax, Curt tried to push Brian's hand away. "I'm gonna come all over you, babe."

"Please..."

Curt's head fell back against the wall as he surrendered to the sensual onslaught. Brian followed him, pressing him even more tightly into the wall, his hips and his hand grinding between their bodies mindlessly. When Curt came, he gasped, his mouth a polite, almost prim little "o", that fervent puff of breath escaping and finding its way into Brian's mouth, whose full lips parted expectantly.

Curt slid down the wall in a boneless heap, his cock still pulsing into Brian's hand, and Brian followed him down, never breaking the kiss that still joined their bodies. Curt tangled his hands in Brian's hair and pulled him into his lap. With a noise that was part-moan and part-promise, Curt wrapped his arms and legs possessively around his lover.

Brian snuggled closer, if that were possible, and whispered, "I love you."

This was where they both wanted to be. Forever and ever. Amen.

*****

A quick yet somehow heated shower later, and all that heat wasn't due to the temperature of the water, Brian found himself sitting down to pizza in the kitchen, dressed only in Curt's oversized terrycloth robe. "Jesus, I feel positively domestic. Next thing you know, I'll probably start vacuuming or something."

Curt's mouth fell open. Brian looked adorable, all wrapped up like a furry polar bear cub. God, he had it bad. A crooked smile twitched at his lips. "Well, let me know if you get any sudden urges to clean. I can always fire the maid."

Brian looked aghast. "You have a maid?"

"Yeah. She's a hot little French thing, too," Curt teased. Predictably, Brian rose to the bait. "No maids."

"What?"

"Well, we don't need one, do we? This place isn't that big, and it's not like I have anything to do-"

"Besides write songs for the tour."

"Well, yeah. But-"

Curt grinned. "Good thing you're not jealous or anything," he said, taking a bite out of his slice.

"I'm not." Brian frowned, his face even more beautiful when it was so unguarded. "Not really."

"Brian?"

"Hm?"

"I don't have a maid. I don't know any hot French babes, and if I did...I would still want only *you*."

"You don't have to say that. It's not like I was worried or anything."

"Right."

Suddenly Brian burst out laughing. "Okay. A little. I was a little jealous...and a little worried."

Brian's mouth was slick with olive oil. Curt stared at him, mesmerized, wondering how fast he could launch himself across the kitchen table and lick it off. But Brian beat him to it, landing in Curt's lap with a soft "oof".

"I'm back."

"I see that," Curt said, suppressing a smile.

"Hey, can I help it if you have an absolutely irresistible lap?"

Curt wanted to laugh, but one look at those beautiful blue eyes caused the laughter to die in his throat. "I love you," he whispered. "More and more and more..."

"Let's not get carried away."

"Aww...let's."

Brian wound his arms around Curt's neck and kissed him, the kiss more tender than passionate this time. "We'll use up all the hot water in the building and they'll throw us out in the street and-"

Curt silenced him quite effectively with another kiss.

*****

"Can we just stay here?" Brian whispered, his mouth finding a spot on Curt's neck to mark. He couldn't explain why, and he hated to admit that he felt this possessive, but he didn't want to share him with anyone today.

"All day?" Curt sounded amused.

"Yeah."

"What? There's nothing on TV?"

"There's never anything on TV, Curt, but that's not why."

"Tell me."

"I don't think I can. I don't want you to belong to anyone but me."

"I don't, Bri." Curt's husky voice gently abraded his senses. He could stay in his arms forever, if he'd let him. He knew he could.

"The tour is going to change that." There. He'd said it. He didn't even know he was going to say it, but it came out just the same. "Change you. Change *us*."

"It doesn't have to. I'm not like-" Curt stopped, so abruptly that Brian knew what he'd been about to say.

"Like *me*?" All at once, Brian's light blue eyes darkened. "I know what it did to me, Curt. I couldn't bear for that to happen to *you*. I don't think...I could handle it..."

Brian shuddered and buried his suddenly-hot face in the hollow at the base of his lover's throat. "If you turned away from me...I think I'd die," Brian said hoarsely.

Competing with another lover was one thing. But there could be no competition at all with something as insubstantial as the music business. It had no body, it had no face. It loved no one, and when it was done with you, it left without a word.

"I'm not going to leave you, Brian. I think you know that. This is all just...fear talking. I thought you *wanted* to come on tour with me, baby, but if you don't-"

Brian jerked his head up sharply and gave Curt a wild-eyed look. "I do!" When he realized how frantic he sounded, he lowered his voice and repeated, "I do," in a much softer tone.

"Are you afraid of being onstage again, Bri?"

"I..."

"You don't have to. You don't have to do any part of this that you don't want to do." Curt meant that, he truly did. Sigh. He *wanted* to share the stage with Brian again, but he had to want it, too.

"I'm afraid of...liking it. Too much. Wanting it. Or worse, *needing* it."

"You're not like that anymore, babe." Curt pressed a kiss to Brian's temple, and Brian slowly subsided, letting out the breath he hadn't known he was holding.

"Besides..." Curt smiled. "If either one of us starts getting funny ideas like that, Jack will put things back in perspective. You can depend on that."

Brian cuddled closer and tucked his head under Curt's chin. Suddenly they were in grave danger of falling off the kitchen chair, which surely wasn't built to take the weight of two people, especially two people demonstrating how much they loved each other.

Curt tugged Brian's legs over his hips, pulling his groin flush against his. The terrycloth parted, exposing smooth, pale skin with nary a blemish to mar its surface. Curt's hand slid under the fabric that covered his lover's arousal, and Brian gasped. The cool metal on Curt's ring finger rubbed eagerly against his lover's flesh as he stroked. "Like that?" Curt murmured, bending his head to kiss Brian's long, dark hair.

Brian groaned and pushed himself deeper into Curt's grasp. "Oh, yeahhh..."

Content to sit there, his legs sprawled indecently apart, while his lover fervently worked him over with talented hands that allowed absolutely no respite, Brian felt curiously relaxed and tense at the same time. Moments later, he leaned forward, brushed his lips against Curt's mouth with a whimper, and came apart in his arms.

"I love you," he whispered, falling onto Curt's chest with a soft sigh.

The rest of the world didn't matter. Not as long as they had this.

End