This is the forty-seventh story in the Rewriting History series, and it follows Quadrant 44.

Here are the boys, hot and sweet, just the way I like 'em. ;) Not a trace of angst to be found. I couldn't even start an argument if I wanted to. :lol

Warnings: m/m, AU, graphic sex, bad language. No spoilers for the movie.

~Silk

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Better Walk It Back Down

By Silk


Brian looked intently at Jack while he pressed himself tightly against Curt, ostensibly shielding him from prying eyes.

"It's no use, Tommy. I've seen what he's got. All the naughty bits. Every one. Not impressed, I'm afraid."

"Jack!" Brian exclaimed, unsure if he was glad or annoyed that Jack was ignoring Curt's rather obvious charms.

"And Curt, for God's sake, pull your pants up. You've got Tommy Boy here doing his best to cover you up, but it's quite futile."

Curt grinned. "Then you did notice, Jack," he chortled.

"Well, of course, I noticed. You're naked from the waist down. If I'd walked in a moment sooner, I suppose I could have taken pictures and sold them to the National Enquirer."

Brian blinked at Jack, but he made no effort to move away from Curt. Jack smiled faintly. "And you, stop giving me that innocent look. I know what you're up to, and you don't have time. We're on in twenty minutes."

Brian turned his head slightly to face his lover, and Curt met his gaze dead-on. "Twenty minutes?"

Jack snorted at the two of them, lovesick and every bit of it showing on their faces. "It's not as long as you think, my dears. Especially when neither one of you is in make-up yet." Jack smiled sweetly to take away the sting of his words, but he might not have bothered. They only had eyes for each other.

"That long, eh?" Brian murmured, just as if Jack had never spoken.

"Suit yourselves. But if you're not out there in twenty minutes, I'll start without you." Jack flounced towards the door, his slim hips gently swaying. Then he paused, evidently for effect. "Lock the door this time," he whispered dramatically.

As soon as Jack was gone, Curt kicked off his leather pants and eyed Brian hungrily. "You heard the man. Lock the damn door."

"Ooh, I love it when you tell me what to do," Brian said, deliberately pitching his voice higher.

"Lock the fucking door and get over here...so I can tell you what else you can do for me," Curt growled.

Brian leaned back on the door and locked it behind him, but he never took his eyes off Curt. He thought Curt was beautiful, even under the worst circumstances, and these were hardly that. He chewed on his bottom lip. "Do you want me to take something off?"

"I want you to take it all off, babe."

"We're never going to get out there on time."

Curt reached for Brian and gathered the younger man into his arms. "You don't sound that worried."

"I'm not," Brian said, nuzzling Curt's neck. "I think I've finally got my priorities straight."

"Am I on the list?"

"You are the list, Curt."

It didn't take long for Brian to remove his clothing. He wanted to feel Curt's hands on him, touching, seeking, probing. They had no secrets anymore. The barriers were completely down, and all Brian wanted was to feel Curt inside him.

They kissed urgently, as if they knew that they were living on borrowed time. Curt bent Brian over the chair in front of the dressing table and wrapped his arms around him. "I want to fuck you. Think you can handle that, so close to a show?" Curt whispered against his ear.

"Well..." Brian drawled. "I was going to wash my hair, but-"

His cock throbbing in anticipation of possessing the nubile young body beneath him, Curt called Brian's name huskily, once more forgetting that other, less familiar name. He quickly poured a generous dollop of lube into his palm and slicked his cock thoroughly before thrusting into the firm but tender flesh below. Brian winced at the unexpectedly sharp intrusion, but a couple of ragged breaths later, he was in synch with Curt's rhythm.

Brian groaned as Curt continued to pound into him. Curt held onto Brian, never letting his body slam into the chair, no matter how hard he thrust. Suddenly Curt caught sight of their bodies, their reflections gently, then not so gently, undulating in the mirror's image. With a low moan, he cupped Brian's chin and lifted his head so that he, too, could see what he saw.

Brian sighed the word fuck so quietly that Curt almost missed it. Curt slid his hands down the front of Brian's body and lightly grasped his lover's erection. Brian made an impolite little noise and jiggled his hips agitatedly, clearly impatient for Curt to stroke him.

Curt obliged by parting Brian's hair with his tongue and licking the nape of his neck. Brian fit in Curt's grip so snugly that he could come with just a few more fervent caresses of his fingers. He came first, shivering with the force of his climax, and Curt followed moments later, spilling himself into his narrow channel with an equally intense shudder.

"Jesus, maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Curt said, sounding totally wiped out.

" Now you tell me," Brian said, still struggling to catch his breath.

Curt carefully withdrew and padded barefoot to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. "You think you can get dressed and do your make-up in less than, um, ten minutes?" he asked as he handed Brian a towel.

"I did you, didn't I?"

"Brat."

It was a wonder they managed to get cleaned up and dressed at all. Curt kept stealing kisses, and Brian was decidedly inclined to let him have whatever he wanted. Nevertheless, when the knock came on the door, Curt was applying his eyeliner with surprisingly steady hands. "Come."

"You already did," Brian whispered cheekily.

"Y'know, you're better than a drink before the show. See how good my nerves are now?" Curt held out his hand to Brian, and Brian pulled it to his lips for an tender kiss.

I love you, he mouthed, getting an affectionate glance from Curt in return. Me, too, Curt said silently.

The knock on the door was repeated, this time a bit more loudly. "I know you're in there, boys. Now open up."

Curt unlocked the door and stood back. Jack peeked around the edge of the door at him, then sought out Brian. "Hm...you're dressed and ready to go." He sounded puzzled.

"Well, you said twenty minutes, Jack," Curt reminded him.

"See? We do listen to you, after all," Brian chimed in.

Jack arched an eyebrow imperiously. "Really." He studied the two of them for a few moments, finally pronouncing them fit to be seen in public. "Well, I have to admit, you look good. Not fabulous, like me. But decent enough."

"We...are going to go out there...and kick some serious ass," Curt vowed.

"And look good doing it," Brian added.

Jack stared at him. "You can't be me. There is only one person in this room who can be me. And it's not you."

"But Jack, can we help it if we're inspired by you, man?"

"Yeah," Brian said dreamily, "there's no one like Jack Morrison."

Jack slowly turned into a statue. "Where did you hear th--? Arthur!"

Suddenly a shaggy brown head popped through the open doorway. "Gee, you called me by my actual name, Jack."

"I've got a few more names for you, too, Arthur," Jack said, looking surprisingly threatening for once.

"Jack?" Arthur cocked his head, his dark brown eyes entreating in a distinctly puppy-like way.

Jack sighed. It wasn't as if he could actually resist those eyes. Or that face. "You told them my real name," he said, sounding more disappointed than anything else.

"Me? I-" Arthur's mouth dropped open, making him look even more adorable to Jack.

"Leave the kid alone, Jack," Curt said gruffly. "He didn't do a thing."

Jack whirled around to face Curt again. "But-"

Brian leaned on Curt and rubbed his face against his lover's shoulder. "We heard your entire interview. It was very entertaining."

"You listened?"

Suddenly there was someone behind Arthur. "Harry!" Curt called out. "You came!"

The older man enveloped Curt in a hug. "It's your first show. I had to come."

"Well, you're just in time-"

"For what?" Harry inquired.

Curt's eyes fairly glowed. "We're about to go out there and rewrite history. Aren't we, baby?" Curt asked his lover.

Brian looked up at Curt, his face curiously unguarded, and everyone there could see how much he loved him. "Maybe this time we can change the world."

End