Author: Claudio Legrenzi (il_perfido@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Summary: Brian makes dinner for Curt, and they end up doing
what they do best...
Disclaimer: Brian and Curt do not belong to me, although I
wish that they did. Actually, if they did belong to me, it's
a sure bet I'd never get any work done, so it's probably
better that they don't.
Rating: R, but marginally borderline NC-17 depending on one's
level of sexual corruption.
Archive: PBU
Feedback: Absolutely
Author's Notes: In response to Bosie's Nirvana story
challenge, after the song "Beans". Also, it's the only
VG-related fic I've ever written sans Jack Fairy, so this is
truly a grand occasion.
Dedicated, as usual, to Shawndra- to prove myself wrong. And
to my lardhead ex boyfriend, who wouldn't let me take his
pants off (the jackass...).
* * * *
1) Beans, beans, beans
"Try it. You'll love it."
Brian set the plate on the table, directly in front of Curt.
Curt just looked at it, wary. "Uh... what is this?"
"Oh, a bunch of different things. Beans. Garbanzo bean
salad, steamed vinegar navy beans, molasses baked brown
beans, black bean chutney, and fresh garden green beans in
white sauce with pepper." Brian sat opposite Curt with a
cheerful smile, setting down his own plate. "I made it all
specially for you. Try it."
Curt smiled in return, not wanting to hurt his lover's
feelings. Brian tried so hard to make him happy, and Curt
felt obliged to at least sample this beanful menu. "Looks...
great, Brian. Really. Thank you." He tried a few of the
navy beans, which looked mostly edible. "Mmmm, this is
really good. You're a fantastic chef."
Brian's smile widened into a broad grin while Curt willed
himself to eat mouthful after mouthful of varying species of
bean. Maybe if he ate quickly enough he wouldn't have to
taste anything. Dinner had been turning into more of an
experiment lately, with scientist Brian at the head of it
all. Curt just hoped like hell Brian would go off this
ridiculous vegetarian fad soon. He hated beans. He wanted a
steak.
But he would do anything to make Brian happy.
2) Wine, wine, wine
Brian finished off his last bean, and glanced over to Curt.
He had eaten his dinner so quickly- pehaps he wanted more?
"Seconds?"
"No, no, thanks, I'm full. That was great. Really. I loved
it."
Brian smiled, relieved. He had been afraid that Curt
wouldn't like his vegetarian meals, but Curt had just said
that it was great, and Curt would never lie to him. "More
wine?"
"Yeah, thanks." Brian refilled both his and Curt's glasses
with the bottle of Reisling he'd purchased specially to go
with the beans. It had been a perfect day, Brian thought.
Shopping for new outrageous clothing in the morning, lunch at
Rose's Coffee House, then an afternoon free to do whatever he
fancied around the house. Both he and Curt adored these few
and far between lazy days, devoid of photographers,
producers, and (most importantly) Jerry. He almost felt like
himself again.
He sipped the wine slowly, looking warmly at Curt in the
flickering golden candle light. Curt gulped his wine like a
teenager desperate to get drunk by any means possible. "Do
you like the wine?" Brian asked.
"Yeah, it's great. Best we've ever had, I think." He drank
more. His mouth no longer tasted of beans. At least he
could handle the flavour of the dry German wine. At least
wine wasn't made out of beans.
3) Naked, naked, naked
Taking Curt's hand in his own, Brian slowly lead the way
upstairs to the bedroom at the end of the hall. He had
planned it meticulously down to the last moment, including
the dinner, candles, wine, and provocatively tight pants he
was wearing. He paused when he reached the top step, turning
to steal a glance at Curt and kiss him lightly on the
forehead before continuing onward.
Before they even reached the bedroom Curt could feel his
heart beating faster in anticipation, and his body responding
involuntarily to Brian standing less than a foot away. Brian
looked innocent as an angel in the dim light, leaving Curt
very aware and almost ashamed of his impure urges. Curt
reached his hand around Brian's waist, under his loose shirt,
and held him close as they walked. Brian squeezed Curt's
hand tighter.
They stopped halfway between the door and the bed, where
Brian turned to stand face to face with Curt. Each's arms
encircled the other to bring their two bodies closer as they
kissed. Brian sank to his knees, helping to slide off Curt's
trousers which still smelled faintly of new leather. Curt
undressed completely and stood, naked and obvious in his
arousal, vulnerable at the centre of the bedroom in front of
Brian. His body was scrutinised and adored every inch by
Brian's eyes, which were accustomed to the sight but none the
less awed by it. Softly, Brian took Curt's erection into his
hand, and kissed. Gently at first, but with growing need and
want. Curt's fingers slid through Brian's hair.
Brian stopped suddenly, and lay back on the carpet to taunt
and invite. Curt followed his leader and lay down as well,
on top of Brian, delivering his own kisses and pleasure to
Brian's bared chest and stomach, undressing Brian completely
to see, feel, and experience. They explored each other's
bodies everywhere. Curt's hands stroking Brian's shoulders,
and Brian's lips caressing Curt's neck. Short minutes later
they Christened the floor forever as theirs.
They lay together on the bed like spoons, eventually, Curt
pressed close to Brian from behind. His arm protected
Brian's naked body as Brian slept. And he was happy, happy,
happy that he ate some beans...
Fine
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