SunPlay

He woke up a bit later, once again, before Curt. He watched him roll to Brian. How lovely. Brian's mind had a way of wandering over things, dancing and trippin' along thoughts; he thought too much. In all of this useless thinking, Brian realised that they were almost completely unaware of their surroundings. Brian hated that, and with one last stroke to Curt's hair he got up to get dressed and write Curt a note.

Curt-

We don't know where we are.

-B

It was a random, nonsensical little thing, but Brian was sure that Curt would understand it.

He zipped up his jacket before heading outside. He was wearing normal clothes; nothing like a glittering rock star would wear. But inspite of all his dull grey, his nuetral, earth toney colours, Brian was still beautiful, as he always would be.

He stepped outside, letting the cool air run over his body. He stepped out side and looked around, so much beautiful. The world was stunning him, slowly taking his breath away, killing him gently with its splendor. And suddenly he felt almost like an outsider amongst these pretty things, the lush greens, the sinking reds, the soaring yellows, Almost.

So Much Beautiful.

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Loving Lilies Blue

Chance was being lovely to them. Chance was being good. Sublime beauty, beauty sublime. Beauty everywhere. Trees, gardens, streams, ponds and Brian's personal favourite, the field. Brian, he was never much of an outdoor person. He didn't like dirt, bugs... dirt. But here, everything seemed different, felt different. It felt, seemed new and clean and bugless.

The field was captivating. It was wonderful, much like one any child would have longed to play in. Long, tall blades of green and brown swished, swished as Brian walked through them, lovingly tickled his skin as he floated through them. Yes, Brian loved the field. Loved it as he lay down on it, as the cold warm night washed over him, loved it as he fell asleep.

In the earliest of morning, someone stood over him. Someone was radiating happywhite over him. Someone stood over him a little misty-teary eyed, smile then said, "I missed you." Smiled again and said, "I missed you a lot. Why'd you go away?"

"We don't No Where we are."

"I know." Someone, who was, in all actuality, Curt, lay down next to him in the green white brown, very much like before. "I found a garden." He snuggled closer and held Brian's hand a little tighter. They both sighed. "Isn't she beauty?" He was just gazing into the blue purple pink of the sky, into the white of the clouds, into the clear of the air; he was just gazing and telling Brian beauty.

Clouds past and they got up because it was raining sunshine and they wanted to be inside for this. 

They walked together, Brian leaning into Curt leaning into Brian who felt very melty right then. The rain makes him feel that way sometimes. Makes him feel all melty sometimes. They walked home in comfortable silence.

Being wet was not a bad thing to neither Curt nor Brian. They both enjoyed the rain's cool caress, its soothing sound. They both loved the rain a lot because it reminded them of happy times, happy places. It smelled like lilies. Raining on your blue lilies. Rain was freedom.

They entered the grey room together, melty, hand in hand, and a little bit wet from the lily-shine-rain; they entered, beauty shining through. Brian closed the door gently, leaned back gently, sighed gently and blinked. Curt faced him; faced him happy and smiling and wet, but didn't kiss him yet, just gazed

star gazer

in to Brian's blue eyes. Blue because there were no other colours, just clear, undiluted blue... striking. "You're pretty when you wet, Brian." They both laughed at this, their noses touching each other. Curt began to finger Brian's brown gold yellow hair. "You have such pretty hair." Curt dipped his head down to gently lick Brian's throat. Pretty pretty throat neck line. "You taste like lilies." It made Curt smile because most people don't eat lilies, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't taste like Brian who didn't really taste like lilies, or maybe he did... Curt was getting confused now, that made him laugh even more. Loving Blue Lilies. "Yeah. You taste like lilies."

"Lilies?"

"Yeah... like the rain." Brian's head was tilted back slightly, turned to look out of the window; turning blue out there. Curt buried his head in the crook of Brian's neck. The rain was still pouring outside. Pouring hard hard like sunplay tears, hard hard rain. Curt moved his hands to Brian's neck, sliding them up, threading them in Brian's hair. Sigh. His head still buried in the crook of Brian's neck, Curt said "The rain reminds me of before."

"Mmmm. Yes."

"A lot of things have happened in the rain. A lot of things... and sometimes they'rehard... hard to remember, but Istill  love therain." Curt pulled his head from Brian's neck and kissed him gently on the lips. Feather light barely there ghost kiss, sweep of very white grey kiss. Then he slid down to his knees.

Star Gazer.

Looking up into Brian's eyes he said "Love you, Bri." First times are beautiful. Pretty words, pretty colours, pretty people. Beautiful language, soft language, sweet language. Sweet and slow and pretty, just like that; like that shy 'I Love You'.

Brian put his hand on Curt's shoulder, then neck, slowly sliding it up the back into his hair. Gently he tilted Curt's head back, exposing that pretty pretty neck throat line. And slowly slowy, he bent over to give him a searing soft kiss, stayed like that long long and softly murmured, lips still against lips

"I love you too."

It was like that. Very pretty and very blue and almost curly, it's odd the way thing come together like that, like purple velvet or yellow roses. They loved the love which was almost like loving the rain because it came in showers and filled them up and made them melty and warm. But mostly, it was like Loving Lilies Blue.

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