"So, we're here aren't we?"
"Yeah we are." They looked very softly into each other's eyes. "You wanna go find a place to stay?" Brian asked while slipping his sunglasses on.
"Um sure. I guess we should. You want me to call for a taxi?"
"Yeah." Brian sighed to himself, brushing a piece of longish, brown hair from his face. During the past few months, the two boys had begun to grow their hair longer for no reason other than to piss Jerry off.
The taxi arrived a few minutes later and holding hands lightly, the boys piled themselves into the back seat. They were very tired. Brian was tired, Curt was tired, so they just piled in silently; Curt lounging against the window and Brian next to him, his leg thrown over Curt's and his head on his shoulder. Tired and beautiful. Very, very beautiful.
"Hey, hey. Bri, babe wake up, we're here." Curt paid the driver and gently pushed Brian off of him so he could retrieve their things from the trunk of the old yellow green brown blue taxi. Stretching his lithe body, Brian yawned and stepped out of the car, thanking the driver and he drove away in a cloud of lovely gray mist.
The next few moments were a bit of a blur for both Curt and Brian, but somehow they ended up in a medium sized hotel, dragging themselves into bed.
"I'm tired Brian." It was a simple statement, one that you could see into and dig into and swim around in, it made Curt's voice crack.
"I know." Brian wrapped his arms around Curt tightly, stroking his hair nicely, gently, soothing him lightly and putting the both to sleep.
Brian never liked the night. He didn't like the way memories and thoughts and colours and people would creep up on you at night. He didn't like the night creatures that swam through his head and made him wonder about things left behind. He didn't always like to remember.
People think. They always do. People always think. Sometimes they're wrong. Curt was dark, Brian was light. Curt was rough, Brian wasn't. Curt was haunted
and
so was Brian.
Sometimes people think. Sometimes they just don't realize.
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The sun shone in the room through thin, white curtains. White and frosty yellow and sun. The sun shone in through the window, tangled with gold, tangled with silver. Silver danced in special stardust ways, residue from the silver grey moon, waking Brian gently, rousing his mind slightly, and prodding him out of bed.
He slipped his body from the sheets, heading towards the window. He stared out just watching quietly as the world did worldly things, waking up and greeting him with special colours, and songs from beautiful birds, simply because he was Brian and Brian was special. He opened the curtains wide allowing the silver grey white yellow of the sun to caress his face.
Brian loved the morning. Loved it because it wasn't night. Loved it because it didn't swallow you whole, make you feel little and scared. Loved it because it held you and guided your breathe instead of squeezing your throat tight and suffocating you to death. But mostly, Brian loved it because he liked to watch Curt sleep.
Curt was a beautiful sleeper, a very pretty dreamer. Curt was soft and easy in sleep and his ever demanding problems forgotten. He was almost child like.
All of these things seemed to make Brian feel very light and airy. He airily touched Curt's cheek, his forehead, brushed a piece of that light, airy, beautiful, brown hair from his face and then wandered off to the grey carpet in the center of the room.
Dropping to the floor, lying on his back Brian breathed in the silence because for once it wasn't too thick, for once it was comfortable, for once it was ok. He breathed in the silence and stretched out on the carpet making rug angels, not even feeling foolish because rug angels were the best kind and because they made Brian just a little bit happier.
Curt found him like that some time later,--time because things like minutes and hours didn't matter to pretty things like rock stars and because here they simply didn't matter at all-- sprawled out on the softy grey rug with a thin smile on his face. Curt looked down on him as though he'd lost his mind. Brian didn't care because things, little things like thoughts and opinions, didn't matter right now; instead he just reached his hand up to Curt and croaked "I haven't lost my mind, love. Just misplaced it, only for a little while." He smiled a friendly gentle smile. "Come here, love. Come lay down with me." He did. He gasped on to Brian's hand and didn't let go. And they held hands like that, the two of them on the floor, not speaking or moving, just breathing in the silence and feeling each other's souls.
"Bri?" Curt asked after awhile.
"Yeah."
"Do you ever just feel happy? Like really filled and content?" He smiled a small smile, a perfect little smile because he knew what Curt was speaking about and knew what Curt was feeling because for once he was feeling it too.
"Yes." He rolled over, wrapping his leg around Curt's. "I feel very happy now."
It was almost like a dance, this game of theirs. Brian would smile a sly, mischievious smile and Curt would duck his head; only to return it with fire burning in his eyes. This is how it happened that afternoon. A little more confident, a little more. They became wrapped up in each other, a tangle of sweaty arms and legs. Bruising kisses and heated word. And finally a softy glow filled the room. Filled it gold purple grey red. Filled it beautiful. They settled back on the grey carpet, eyes dancing, singing praises. They held hand drinking up the silences, breathing in their passion. Just a little bit closer and a little bit more together.
They love being happy.
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