Disclaimer – Despite the fantasy that Curt Wild lives in my closet along with Darren Hayes, none of the characters in the following story belong to me. They are the sole property of Todd Haynes and Miramax films. This is just for entertainment and no money is being made.
Title – A Man's Image
Rating – R (language and drug use and slash oh my!)
Summary – Curt joins Brian on tour; discoveries and changes are made.
Dedication – Again to the mighty Silverhawk because without her, I might have never seen this movie. This is also in honor of my hearing Darren Hayes' "Insatiable" on the radio for the first time today : )
A Man's Image
He shoved another dirty lock of brown hair behind his ear as he continued to saunter down the sidewalk and towards the large hotel. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out a cigarette after fingering the small, newly acquired collection of keys which resided in the leather pouch as well. Placing the thin cylinder between his lips, he lighted it just as the doors were opened for him and he stepped into the lush hotel.
The young man stood out like an oil spot on white carpet as he walked towards the stairs. People around him cast shocked and disapproving looks at this unkempt youth. The long, greasy hair. The tight black leather pants and jacket. The slightly heeled black boots. The black eyeliner and nail polish. Curt Wild ignored them and went directly towards the stairs and managed to ascend a few feet before he was stopped.
"Excuse me, sir," came a shrill female voice behind him. "Sir . . . sir!"
Curt whirled around when he felt the hand on his leather-clad arm and he roughly jerked out of the tiny woman's grasp.
"Don't fuckin' touch me," he growled in an annoyed voice.
"I'm sorry sir," She said without missing a beat. "But you cannot go up unless you are a resident or are visiting one."
"Well lucky me 'cause it just so happens," he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. "I'm livin' here now."
The woman clearly did not believe him.
"If you would allow me check your name at the front desk -"
"Curt Wild," he said waving the keys in front of her face. "You got it? Now get the hell away from me . . . go on!"
The woman shrunk back away from him and languidly walked back to her desk after watching him stalk up the stairs.
Curt scanned the room numbers looking for 58. He'd only arrived in only London today and Jerry had been at the plane to greet him. Brian was busy promoting his album but was extremely eager to see him. Jerry gave Curt the keys to Brian's room and told him how to get there. Curt never really cared much for Jerry, but he had to admit he was useful.
Curt spied number 58 and quickly slipped his key into the lock. After hearing it slide back, he opened the door and headed inside not bothering to lock it behind him.
"Shit," he said softly when he viewed the room. Lush carpets, posh furniture, large comfortable bed, and an enormous bath. Pretty fucking sweet if he did say so himself. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette and exhaled slowly, watching as the smoke filled the space before him.
It was then that he heard someone outside the room. Quickly, Curt snuffed out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray and hid behind the door. He watched as someone inserted a key and then heard some faint sounds of confusing upon finding the door already unlocked. Slowly the door opened and as soon as Curt was able to make out the unmistakable figure of Brian Slade before him, he rushed foreword. Curt covered Brian's mouth with his hand keeping the yell of surprise in his throat and, slipping an arm around his waist, swung him around in a few circles before setting him down again.
"Did you miss me?"
Without even truly looking at him, Brian whirled around and kissed Curt hard on the mouth. They hadn't seen one another in almost three weeks and Brian had hurried back to the room when Jerry had informed him that he'd given Curt the key.
Brian tasted the bitterness of the cigarette in Curt's mouth but he was not repelled, nor could he recall ever being so. Quite the opposite, he'd almost wept because he'd missed it so much. Brian pulled back but before he could say anything Curt kissed him again. They were locked in their passionate embrace for another long moment before he managed to successfully step back.
"Very much," he said smiling.
Brian suddenly reached out and attempted to run his hand through Curt's hair, but he failed to do its sticky texture. The brown locks were stiff from hair spray, probably from the night before.
"You're killing it you know," he commented.
"I am not," Curt defended. "But maybe you should start taking care of it for me."
"Maybe I should," Brian responded.
Brian became silent suddenly. He was staring off into space pondering.
"What?" Curt questioned.
"Let me dye your hair."
"What?"
"Let me dye your hair," he repeated.
"Why?"
"Because it will be fun and you need a change."
"I need a change? What about you? You've have the same hair since I've known you too."
Brian paused for a moment.
"Okay," he said. "Then you can do mine too."
Curt placed his hands on his hips and looked Brian over closely before he surrendered.
"All right."
"Great!" Brian exclaimed like a little boy. "Come here."
Curt followed Brian over to the door where a large white shopping bag lay unsuspecting on the floor. Inside, Curt spied dozens of hair dye boxes.
"What the hell?" he said. "You just happen to have all this?"
"No, I got these the other day," Brian said. "Everyone said they wanted to try something new, so why not us?"
Brian picked the bag up and overturned it on the nearby bed.
"Come on," he said. "Pick something."
Curt looked through the various colors but stopped when he noticed that Brian was not doing as he was.
"Aren't you gonna find somethin'?" he questioned.
"I already have something, but it's not in there."
"Then where the hell is it?"
"Come on just pick something and then you can see."
Grunting, Curt rummaged through the boxes again but stopped suddenly and held up one.
"This is it," he said proudly.
Brian looked closely at the front.
"Blue?" he questioned.
"Yeah," Curt grinned. "It'll go good with your eyes don't you think?"
Brian looked closer at the cover of the box. He'd never expected Curt to pick blue, all though he wasn't sure why. This was Curt Wild. Anyway, it might be cool to have an unnatural color. He'd actually been wanting to do it for while just never seemed to get around to it.
"Yeah," he answered. "I think it will."
Curt came closer.
"So what are you gonna do to mine?"
Brian walked over to yet another small bag and pulled out a medium sized bottle.
"Bleach?" Curt exclaimed. "You're bitchin' to me 'bout killin' my hair and you're gonna bleach it?"
"Well I thought about this long and hard," Brian said. "And I've decided it suits you."
"What are you sayin' that I'm grimy or somethin'," Curt asked smiling.
"Yup."
"Okay, as long as we're clear."
Before Brian could say anything more he felt Curt's mouth on his again. He could not remember Curt being like this, urgent as he was. Curt seemed so demanding, so needing. However, it made Brian feel secretly good. From the way he was acting, he could ascertain that Curt was being faithful to him, at least for the most part. Curt had opened Brian's mouth and was letting his tongue taste the inside of him. Brian sighed and took great pleasure in his lover's exploration, but he pulled back.
"Are we gonna do this or not?"
Curt paused for a moment and then became vivacious again.
"You're the one who likes foreplay," he said. "I really don't care."
Curt reached for the bottom of Brian's shirt and pulled it up and over his head leaving him clad only in his silky white pants.
"That's not what I meant," Brian said. "I was talking about our hair."
Brian kissed him again and ran his hands up his shoulders, which were still coated in leather. He quickly removed the jacket and let it fall to the floor. Curt's now revealed shirt was white with small gathered cuffs and hung loosely on his thin body. At this point, Brian could not have cared less about the dye. As their kisses became more and more torrid Curt pushed Brian back onto the bed. The two of them mindlessly kicked away the endless boxes of dye as they continued in their passion play.
Quickly, Curt shred his shirt and Brian, with some effort, removed his tight leather pants. Brian could swear that Curt's hands were leaving small bruises on him as he liberated him of his own trousers yet continued kissing him with insatiable lips. All the passion that had been building up while they had been apart was now emancipating itself upon them. Brian swiftly wiggled out of his boxers and the two of them were soon wrestling around naked on the still-made bed. Curt moaned when he felt Brian's hands reach down and stroke his ever-growing erection. Brian smiled to himself that he was able to tame the infamous Mr. Wild, and it really did not take very much.
Without any warning however, Curt slipped his hands under Brian and smoothly flipped him over onto his stomach. Brian yelped softly when he felt Curt's teeth close in on the tender flesh of the back of his neck. Not much more time to meditate on that however because he soon after felt Curt thrust himself inside him. Brian moaned under him and gripped the sheets tightly with his hands as he fell into rhythm with the man behind him. Curt was nibbling at his shoulder blades and groaning into his ear as he quickly brought the both of them to a shuddering pinnacle. After a moment of repose Curt pulled away from Brian and fell into place beside him. Brian turned his head to look at him as his chest rose and fell rapidly.
"I really did miss you," Brian said.
Curt smiled and took Brian's hand in his own, lifting it up to his mouth and kissing it gently.
"Yeah I know," he said.
Brian smiled and cuddled up next to him. Curt slipped his arms around him and soon they both fell into a light and comfortable sleep.
To be continued.