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FIC: Cheers. Curt/Brian, M
Because these two are ♥♥♥

Title: Cheers
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: M
Beta: The lovely vainwithglitter. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Time setting: they’ve just met.
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.

Cheers

"So we’re madly in love and can’t keep our hands off each other?"

Curt Wild sounded amused, of all things. Brian strove to achieve a casual tone for his reply.

"Something like that."

He knew he was blushing. The man had such an intense gaze it made him dizzy.

"I can do that."

Curt was smiling wolfishly now, and Brian’s cheeks burned. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been embarrassed; usually he was the one unsettling his interlocutors. He forced himself to meet Curt’s eyes. The two of them were having lunch together; Jerry had said that they’d do well to get to know each other. Brian watched the other man light up a cigarette, taking note of the brand and frantically trying to come up with a question insipid enough to be safe ground while he gathered up the debris of his composure.

"What’s your favourite food?"

"Cum."

So much for insipid. Curt smiled around his cigarette, apparently waiting for him to say something. Too bad Brian Slade’s brain had been rendered inoperative due to state of dizzying arousal. A small silence followed, during which Curt’s smile morphed to a cheeky grin.

"What’s yours?"

You, Brian wanted to say. Except that was wrong and off-putting with a disgusting cannibalistic twinge, and Brian didn’t do disgusting. He mentally kicked himself, trying to regain his wits. He was bloody famous for them, and they had no business ditching him while he was trying to woo Curt Wild.

"Temptation."

Curt laughed, polishing Brian’s ego a bit.

"I reckon you can live off of it, yeah."

"And can you? Off yours, I mean."

This time, his cheekbones only became faintly pinkish. Fabulous, considering the implications of Curt and cum in the same sentence.

"Well, if I complement it with enough alcohol and nicotine, it gets me by."

"Right."

Curt brought the cigarette to his lips and pulled a drag, looking into Brian’s eyes. Their gazes locked until Brian blurted out,

"If I ask your favourite colour you won’t say dick-pink, will you?"

He immediately regretted voicing such a ridiculous, however genuine, concern. Curt began to laugh in earnest, and his uncomfortable small smile only seemed to trigger new fits of hilarity. Crawling under the table was an increasingly appealing idea. Eventually, Curt took a deep breath.

"I wouldn’t, but now that you mention it..."

The cheeky wanker raised an eyebrow, making Brian shift on his seat. It took considerable self-control not to flinch as Curt’s fingertips brushed against his cheekbone, the touch electric, willing him to lift his eyes. Then there was nothing but that heart-stopping grin.

"Man, you’re cute."

Brian sucked at his bottom lip in confusion. He was half-hard, as always around Curt, and a complete mess inside. He feared he wouldn’t be able to deal with this new brand of teasing, more refined and infinitely more dangerous. But when he looked at Curt, he met a tentative curl of lips that matched his own clumsy infatuated little smile.

"And you’re a plain impossible bugger."

He chided amusedly.

"I try."

A meaningful silence stretched, and Brian’s heart was somersaulting. Before coming to America, he had been confident he could win Curt Wild. He hadn’t counted on being smitten witless in the process, but when Curt looked at him like that, it didn’t seem too bad.

"We should toast to it."

"To cum as one’s sole source of nourishment?"

"Yeah."

That sincere smile. Brian wouldn’t mind drowning in it. He raised his glass.

"Cheers."

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*cross-posted to velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen

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