"To Be...or Not To Be?"
Summary: Brian and Curt have a fight in the recording studio which leaves Brian contemplating the future of their relationship.
There's one thing that helps him come to a quick conclusion...
*Some dialogue taken/adapted from original screenplay*
*Image made by moi*
Fucking space-queen on your fucking high horse! And all your fucking henchmen! fuck you, fuck you!
Curt barrelled around the studio, throwing chairs, smashing over microphone stands, and whatever else he could lay his hands on.

Bitter pain coursed through Brians body, yet his exterior remained calm.
Perhaps its time for another little break. Hey fellas? Give us a stretch....Jerry?
Jerry grimaced, but resigned to the plea, Fine. As everyone ushered out the door, he approached Brian.
Look, I dont know whats going on between you two, and quite frankly, I dont care, but sort it out and soon. End it, dont end it; either way, I cant risk extending his contract if its not resolved. I think its quite clear why. ...Ill talk to you tomorrow.
Brian stood, silent, contemplating the choices before him. End it. Dont end it. Was it really that simple? He didnt think so.
Brian knew two things for sure; he was pissed off at Curt. Sure his carefree fuck everyone else attitude was fun on the social scene, hell Brian generally endorsed and agreed with it. He didnt mind Curt coming along on the ride to the top, but hed be damned if the selfish bastard was gonna drag him down. How hard was it to record a single song for fucks sake?!
The other thing he knew....he loved Curt Wild. Since he first laid eyes on him, first touched him, first made love to him; that he knew. This however also clouded his judgment. To confront Curt he decided to put both these things aside.
Following the trail of destruction through the back rooms, he came to Curt. Walking to the middle of the room, Brian stood there, waiting for him to turn around. Not realizing his presence, Curt turned, hurling a lamp across the room. It barely missed Brian, who didnt do so much as flinch in response. For a fleeting moment, Curts eyes widened in shocked realization; it almost hit someone. His someone. As soon as it came crashing down, his glazed eyes returned to their previous enraged state.
Curt took a step toward Brian, closing the distance between them, his eyes fiery and glaring at the singer before him.
Open palmed and without thinking, Brian struck him across the face.
Fucking asshole! What the hell is your problem!? So much for putting anger aside.
You! Them...everything! Curt responded tersely.
Gee, dont hold back. Brian quipped. So you dont like the limos they provide, the recording contract I got you into? All you had to do is show up, play nice and go home when youre done, but thats too hard for you.
Dont give me that shit. Im here arent I? I was recording the songs, but its never good enough. Unless youre the one doing it, it will never be up to his majestys standard! Curt said, taking another swig from the half empty whiskey bottle and dropping it carelessly to the floor.
At least I have standards! Brian shot back. ...Though some people would question my current choices.
Curts steely glare hardened as if he were contemplating the next move in their duel. The side of his mouth curved slightly, and his smirk irritated Brian who was trying to have a serious discussion. Hed had enough. In an attempt to leave, hands outstretched, Brian tried removing Curt from his path. However Curt had other plans.
Forcefully Curt threw him against the wall, hands wrapping tightly around his wrists. Brian wrestled in the tight grasp, though he knew it to be futile. Curts hair draped over Brians face, his breathing growing heavy and irregular. His knee grazed lightly against Brians inner thigh, before bringing them to rest on either side of his legs, effectively pinning him in place.
A shallow, needy breath escaped Brians mouth as Curt continued his capture. He tried to maintain anger and not let desire for Curt override his emotions, but the heat building low in his belly did little to help that frame of mind.
Curt brushed his lips against Brians, eliciting a mixed response. Brian turned his head away, seemingly rejecting Curts advances, yet the growing bludge in his pants couldnt be ignored.
Running a hand over the straining pants, in his low raspy voice, Curt whispered into Brians ear Too bad you cant choose who you fall in love with.
Avoiding eye contact, momentarily Brian closed his eyes; there was a difference between love and lust. However, though hed never spoken those words to Curt, he did love him. Love, not lust is what kept him standing there, playing this game instead of kneeing him in the groin and taking off back home to Mandy.
Curt let go of Brians wrists, freeing his own hands to bring Brians face back to meet his. Opening his eyes, Brian gazed at the floor and mumbled something almost inaudible.
Curt lightly nipped at his lips, What? he asked softly.
Brian exhaled deeply and repeated only slightly louder, I said...even if we could choose...Id still want you. There went the rest of the plan. So much for keeping love out of the equation.
Curt hungrily took hold of Brians lips, deliciously flattening almost every inch of his body against Brians. Achingly their pelvises ground against the others. Curt dipped his hand below Brians waistband, massaging him lightly beneath, only increasing the tension within.
A guttural moan escaped Brians mouth, Curt, I need you in me.
Following his neckline, Curt kissed the darkened hollows, turning Brian to face the wood-panelled wall, and continuing to the back of his tensed shoulders.
Youre stiff Curt grinned, licking below Brians earlobe, before taking it into his mouth.
Mmm, thats your fault, Brian said, leaning back into Curts eager body.
I was talking bout your neck.
So was I, Brian smiled.
Curt laughed, nuzzling his head into the curve of Brians neck. His hands slid under Brians shirt, exploring his chest, then lowering to his abdomen, before, undoing the belt buckle and clasp on his pants. Brian placed his hands over Curts, helping him remove them from his hips.
Curt made light work of the zipper on the front of his own pants and quickly buried himself within Brian. Both groaned at the initial heated contact. Momentarily they remained still adjusting to each others presence and savouring the feeling of completion.
Brian rest his hands against the wall for leverage, while Curt draped his around the pale and slender hips before him. As they moved with each other Curts hands wandered, from Brians behind, to his stomach. He thrust deeply within Brian, while trailing a hand down his stomach, meeting with his firm arousal. Brian jolted in response, clenching against Curt sending waves of desire though them both.
Pools of pleasure had welled up in each of them. Surges of energy pulsed through Curt as he came within Brian, in return causing Brian to release his pent up passion almost immediately.
The gentle rocking of their hips slowed, as did their breathing and heart beats. Curts damp hair clung to the back of Brians neck. Gently, he moved it out of the way, kissing the skin beneath, before withdrawing from Brians warmth.
Brian turned, placing his back against the wall, and taking Curt into his arms. Their dampened bodies clung to each other, as he laid feathering kisses over Curts lips
End it, dont end it? Jerrys comment echoed in Brians head.
As Brian looked into the eyes before him, he realized that although Curt could make him angrier than anyone he knew....he also loved him more than anyone ever could. Besides, Brian was never looking for a monotonous, fairy tale romance; he needed the thrill of the ups and downs. Brian wanted something real, and with Curt...he was guaranteed the ride of a life time.
The End?

"The ultimate Catch has met his match" -Down With Love 
