The show was going to start soon, but they both needed one last
smoke, so they had gone out onto a balcony attached to the backstage area.
Brian stood with his elbows on the railing, his cigarette dangling from
between his full lips. Curt stood on the other side of the small balcony,
his knees bent slightly, leaning his back against the railing. His
cigarette glowed, held between his fingers, occasionally being raised to
his mouth. He smoothed down the front of his white shirt, mostly
unbuttoned to reveal his chest. He wore it un-tucked, over a pair of black
leather pants. Brian had chosen for tonight a pair of tight velour pants
in a pale lilac color, with a loose dark grey silk shirt. He was barefoot,
making the small height difference between himself and Curt ever so
slightly more apparent. In a few minutes he'd be inside changing into his
costume for the show, but Brian was never one to miss an opportunity to
show off.
During the few minutes they had been outside, not much had been said. Curt had lit both cigarettes and Brian had said thank you, and that had been all. Curt took a drag on his cigarette and looked at Brian.
"You look fabulous tonight you know. Not that you don't usually," he said with a smile, his voice low and a little bit flirty.
"Yes dear, I know," Brian said, with a playful smirk, which faded after a moment. He turned to face Curt, placing his cigarette down in an ashtray that sat on the railing, next to where his arms had just been. "Are you sure?"
Curt took only a few steps and was standing in front of Brian on the small balcony. He too, placed his cigarette down. He took Brian's hands in his and gazed into his eyes, his head tilted slightly forward as to account for their difference in height.
"Of course I'm sure. You know I wouldn't lie to you."
"Yeah, you're right. I guess I do know you wouldn't lie to me," Brian said, smiling and leaning up to give Curt a quick kiss on the lips before he dropped his hands and turned to face out into the night.
Curt stood where he was and watched Brian somewhat awkwardly run a hand through his hair before picking up his cigarette and sucking on the end of it.
"Are you alright, Brian?" he asked. "You don't normally get nervous before shows. You seem a little apprehensive."
"No no, I'm fine Curt, don't worry," Brian said, not looking at the other man, and barely moving the cigarette away from his lips.
Curt was silent for a minute. He stood looking at Brian, admiring his perfect profile, and the way the smoke from his cigarette drifting up into the night air like a ladder to the stars. He glanced down at his forgotten cigarette in the ashtray, now mostly burned down, and then looked back at Brian before speaking.
"You know I love you, Brian," he said, his voice soft.
"I know Curt. And I love you," he responded, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Stay with me Brian, always?"
"Always," Brian whispered, turning his face slightly away from Curt, hoping that between the angle and the darkness, he wouldn't be able to see the blush of guilt he felt sure was spreading across his face.
"Always."
During the few minutes they had been outside, not much had been said. Curt had lit both cigarettes and Brian had said thank you, and that had been all. Curt took a drag on his cigarette and looked at Brian.
"You look fabulous tonight you know. Not that you don't usually," he said with a smile, his voice low and a little bit flirty.
"Yes dear, I know," Brian said, with a playful smirk, which faded after a moment. He turned to face Curt, placing his cigarette down in an ashtray that sat on the railing, next to where his arms had just been. "Are you sure?"
Curt took only a few steps and was standing in front of Brian on the small balcony. He too, placed his cigarette down. He took Brian's hands in his and gazed into his eyes, his head tilted slightly forward as to account for their difference in height.
"Of course I'm sure. You know I wouldn't lie to you."
"Yeah, you're right. I guess I do know you wouldn't lie to me," Brian said, smiling and leaning up to give Curt a quick kiss on the lips before he dropped his hands and turned to face out into the night.
Curt stood where he was and watched Brian somewhat awkwardly run a hand through his hair before picking up his cigarette and sucking on the end of it.
"Are you alright, Brian?" he asked. "You don't normally get nervous before shows. You seem a little apprehensive."
"No no, I'm fine Curt, don't worry," Brian said, not looking at the other man, and barely moving the cigarette away from his lips.
Curt was silent for a minute. He stood looking at Brian, admiring his perfect profile, and the way the smoke from his cigarette drifting up into the night air like a ladder to the stars. He glanced down at his forgotten cigarette in the ashtray, now mostly burned down, and then looked back at Brian before speaking.
"You know I love you, Brian," he said, his voice soft.
"I know Curt. And I love you," he responded, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Stay with me Brian, always?"
"Always," Brian whispered, turning his face slightly away from Curt, hoping that between the angle and the darkness, he wouldn't be able to see the blush of guilt he felt sure was spreading across his face.
"Always."