Glitter-Crossed Lovers: Both Alike in Infamy

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 10:49:40 GMT

Make Your Yuletide Gay

Rating: R

Summary: Curt endures the holiday season and we meet an understanding figure named Bryce.

By Freaky Anomaly

Disclaimer: Only the idea belongs to me. Everything else belongs to Todd Haynes and associates.

Author’s Note: Forgive the drug haze Curt’s in. I know nothing of what goes on when certain drugs are taken.

Bring on the Angst

Three C/B drabbles

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 01:38:01 GMT

Three Curt/Brian drabbles I've written for velvet100.

Title: Untitled
Rating: R
Author: lorielen
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Written for prompt 006: warmth at velvet100.
Word count: 100.

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Title: Little round hollow
Rating: R, to be safe
Author: lorielen
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Written for prompt 008: hollow at velvet100.
Word count: 100.

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Title: And suddenly my world was you
Rating: Teen
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Written for prompt 009: obsession at velvet100.
Word count: 100

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50 sentences

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 02:00:01 GMT

I've claimed Curt/Brian as my pairing for the 1sentence challenge, and chosen a table with fifty prompts. Here's the result. :)

Author: lorielen
Pairing: Curt Wild/Brian Slade
Rating: NC-17 overall

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*cross-posted all over the place.

C/B drabbles

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 22:08:44 GMT

One sad-ish, and one fluffy :)

Title: Numb me white
Author: lorielen
Rating: T
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes', even though I'd treat them much better.
Word count: 100.

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Title: Night-talk
Author: lorielen
Rating: T
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes', even though I'd treat them much better.
Word count: 100. I'm getting good at this :)

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Wed, 11 Oct 2006 17:32:13 GMT

Title: Momentary seizure of love (this wooing is what I'm wanting)
Author: lorielen
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes', I don't own but my silly daydreams.
Word count: 407. I think that'd be a snippet? *unsure*

Thanks to xr8fordgirl for reading this through and feeding my C/B obsession *squishes*

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C/B drabbles

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 02:09:51 GMT

Title: Colour
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Written for prompt 005 - colour at velvet100
Word count: 145

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Title: Blue
Rating: M
Author: lorielen
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Written for prompt 005 - colour at velvet100
Word count: 100

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Fan Fic

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 13:12:24 GMT

Title: I Bet You This
Author: xr8fordgirl
Pairing: Curt and Brian
Rating: Lots of baaad language and very lewd conversation but that's it.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with the boys..........(don't I wish) and don't I own them or anything etc.... so forth and what not.
Summary: Why you don't let Curt and Brian loose on the unsuspecting public, band members and one horrified airline hostess

The plot bunny was suplied by the lovely lorielen

“I’m not going to fuck you on the plane, Curt” Brain shouted the length of the aircraft.
“Why not, you did last time.” Curt shouted back
“You begged me too.”
“I did not.” Curt yelled, indignantly. “You’re the one who couldn’t fucking wait until we landed.”
“Listen Blondie, I know what I fucking heard and you were begging for my dick.” Brian began moaning as if he was in throes of an orgasm. “Brian……Brian…” He moaned in an appalling attempt at Curt’s accent. “Fuck me…..I need your dick in me now.”
If any of Curt and Brian’s unwillingly captive audience weren’t totally embarrassed by the very loud and lewd conversation they soon would be. The band was hiding behind whatever they could find and Jerry seemed to have developed a fascination for the vomit bag he was studying very intently.
Curt snorted loudly. “I don’t have to beg, you easy slut. You want to fuck me every time I bloody well move.”
“I am not easy.” Brian shouted hotly.
“Says you.” Curt laughed
“You should talk. You can’t even keep your dick in your pants.”
“I’m not the one who keeps taking it out to play with.”
Brian could see Curt’s smirk from the other end of the damn plane. Hell he could fucking hear it. “I didn’t hear you complain last time I did.” Brian shouted, miffed that Curt was right.
“That’s because you were trying to give my tonsils a blow job, arsehole.”
“Didn’t have to I already had a mouthful of your cum. I seem to remember you liked the taste of it.”
Freddie moaned silently and looked helplessly at Trevor. Both slid lower in their seats and prayed neither Curt or Brian noticed them. Neither was above dragging band members into this and turn the conversation onto which ever poor hapless victim they chose.
“You only had that mouthful, shit head, because you couldn’t swallow it all.” Curt yelled. The smugness in his voice annoying Brian.
“I could I just didn’t want to.” Brian pouted which turned into a frown when Curt laughed. Even Brian realised how lame that sounded.
“You can’t even swallow me whole so where else is the cum gonna go?”
Brian had to concede that point. Curt was rather well endowed. He drooled at the thought before forcibly yanking his mind out of Curt’s pants and back to the conversation.
“I don’t need to take all of you, you fucking pansy. I can still suck you dry.”
“Not as fast as I can suck you dry.” Curt shouted loud enough for the pilots to hear.
“Yeah right! You couldn’t suck an altar boy dry?”
Freddie groaned again.
The poor hostess had no hope of stopping them now. She’d tried once but was now diligently scrubbing the galley within an inch of its stainless steel life where she’d fled and hadn’t poked her head into the cabin since.
“Come up here and we’ll see how quickly I can” Curt challenged
Trevor blanched and tried hiding behind the in flight emergency card. He begged silently to which ever god may or may not be listening that Curt and Brian wouldn’t suck each other off in the cabin. In front of a plane full of people. He wouldn’t put it past either of them.
“Not on your life. You come down here and flop it out first since you love showing your dick to anyone who’s willing to look.”
Curt laughed at this. “That’s because I know they can see mine.”
“Bitch!”
Curt just laughed harder. He loved teasing Brian.
He turned and looked over the row of seats and red faces at Brian who winked at him.
They met in the middle of the plane, standing in the single isle facing each other.
Brian lowered his voice to a whisper only Curt could hear. “What’s the bet?”
Curt thought for a minute, contemplating the many possibilities they had trapped on the plane with them. He was aware that just about everyone they knew were either trying unsuccessfully to hide or pretending they didn’t know them and ignoring them. Either way they were all failing miserably. Curt smirked.
He leaned forward and whispered in Brian’s ear. “Lets get Shannon.” Before placing a light kiss where his lips were.
Brian’s eyebrows rose as he shivered. “And do what?”
“Dunno, got any ideas?” He looked at Brian, who stared back, both of them equally as besotted. Giving into the need, they kissed. It was always the way between them.
For all the lewd talk, the love that bound them could never be denied but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun at everyone else’s expense, which they did any chance they got.
When they finally broke apart, Curt gazed at Brian and contemplated taking him anyway.
“The bet, Curt” Brian whispered to his lover, reading his mind and liking what he saw.
“Uh…yeah.” Curt ran his tongue over his swollen bottom lip arresting Brian’s meagre attention span. “The bet.”
“Hmmmm.” Brian murmured forgetting about it completely
Curt dragged his mind out of Brian’s pants and whispered in his ear. “Later love.”
Brian’s eyes softened, “yeah?”
They kissed again. Softer this time but with no less desire, completely forgetting they had a captive audience to their love. Curt finally pulled back, sighing in regret as he did.
“So what did you have in mind again?” Brian croaked
“Shannon. Remember her? Curt whispered, amused.
“Do I have to?” Brian sighed as reality intruded on his lustful thoughts of Curt.

Brian had hatched a beauty this time only Curt couldn’t for the life of him work out how to make it happen. He hated loosing to Brian nearly as much as Brian hated loosing at all. He contemplated his options and wondered if he should just do it. Brian didn’t specify on the when or where but man, he wanted it over now.
Curt though for a moment and came up with an idea.
Looking around for the hostess, realising he hadn’t seen her in a while. He ambled down to the galley ignoring Brian’s smirk. He poked his head in, cleared his throat and scared the woman half to death.
She spun around, spraying Curt with soap bubbles as she did and then paled when she saw who it was.
“Uh sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” Curt appologised
“……can I help you with something, sir?” She asked nervously.
“Yeah you got anything stronger than beer?” Curt asked hopefully.
“Vodka, whiskey and rum.”
Curt groaned happily. “Vodka?” He might just be able to pull this off with enough alcohol.
“A glass, sir?”
“No just the fu……uh…bottle.”
“I’ll bring it to your seat. Is there anything else, sir?”
“Yeah stop calling me sir,” he laughed.
She smiled shyly at him.

A third of the bottle later and Curt figured he was about as ready as he would ever be.
The plane landed and Curt braced himself for what was undoubtedly going to be an aweful experience. As soon as the plane came to a stop and Shannon was about to walk past him he pounced, grabbing her by the elbow. He registered her shocked expression before he put his lips on hers and kissed her in front of an equally shocked Brian, Jerry and Mandy. He was sure he heard the bands shocked gasps and snickering in the background. He screwed his eyes shut and for the longest twenty seconds of his life he kissed Shannon and much to his horror she actually kissed him back.
Curt lifted his head and looked straight at Brian. “Fucking hell she kissed me back.” He looked at Brian appalled. “Tell me that enough for the bet?”
The band, relieved it wasn’t any of them, this time, roared with laughter at Curt’s disgruntled expression and Shannon’s furious one.
“Yes.” Brain agreed trying not to laugh at Curt’s expression.
“Bloody better be.” Curt grumbled, trying to get her lipstick of his face.
It took Shannon several seconds to catch up to what had just happened but she coloured furiously when she did and took an angry swipe at Curt, who chuckled and easily dodged her feeble attempt.
He pushed her at Jerry. “Here this belongs to you.” And walked off the plane to applause and howls of laughter.
Lighting a cigarette, Curt inhaled half of it in one breath before Brian caught up with him. They stared at each other in silence for the longest moment before Brian snickered.
Curt smiled despite himself before he laughed. “Jeeze I can still taste her.” He complained
“I can fix that.” Brian whispered before he kissed Curt. Slow and hot, he slid his mouth across Curt’s taking his time to get Curt well and truly worked up.
They broke apart several minutes later breathing heavily, their pants considerably tighter than before.
“Uh was that a good idea?” Curt croaked.
“No, now that you mention it. I think my pants just shrunk.” Brian said trying to adjust himself and brushing Curt’s erection as he did.
Curt grabbed the back of Brian’s head and kissed him hard. He eased his tongue inside Brian’s mouth and made love to him with his lips, not giving a damn who was watching.
A clearly angry Shannon stormed off the plane only to see Curt and Brian kissing like they were trying to inhale each other. They made her sick. She threw her jacket at Jerry who was unsuccessfully trying to contain his laughter and stalked off to hoots and catcalls from the band.
Mandy snickered at Shannon’s ill temper and went over to Curt and Brian who had stopped kissing but were still plastered to each other from neck to knee. “You’re impossible.” She said to a clearly pleased Brian then surprised him when she kissed Curt on the cheek. “You’re insane.” She laughed and walked off still chuckling.

cross posted at briancurt

Drabble

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 00:09:27 GMT

Title: Fun
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
AN: written for prompt 002 - fun at velvet100
Word count: 120

Prancing about in platform shoes wasn't exactly Curt's idea of fun, but else Brian would be a little taller than him, which absolutely wouldn't do. But Jesus, balancing atop those things was fucking impossible!

Eventually, Brian left the shower and walked in on one of Curt's wobbly-kneeled practicing sessions. Despite the laughing fit, the Brit claimed to find the situation "lovely". He dropped the towel and sauntered in graceful nakedness to the closet, from where he emerged triumphantly moments later, clad in his purplish boots and that milky skin. He pressed himself against Curt's back, head to toe, and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. Sensuously swaying hips, Curt learned, were essential in the mechanics of Brian's glittery glamour.

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* cross-posted to velvet100, velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen

C/B drabbles: Loss

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 00:55:54 GMT

Title: Loss - 01
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
AN: written for prompt 003 - loss at velvet100
Word count: 100

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Title: Loss - 02
Rating: T
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
AN: written for prompt 003 - loss at velvet100
Word count: 100

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* cross-posted to: velvet100, velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen.

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 06:46:08 GMT

Title: Faux Widow
Rating: T
Author: Me ^ ^
Words: 110
Disclaimer: If I'd owned it, there'd be sequels...
Notes: A story from Mandy's third person POV after the fake shooting. Written for prompt 003 at velvet100. Also, crossposted to velvet100.

When Mandy found out about Brian, she cried instantaneously. The newspapers had his body splashed across their front pages, like a macabre idol to worship. It was disgusting. They had no shame, no decency. Brian Slade’s corpse was just another way to hawk newspapers.

She’d still loved him. She’d loved him through every second of their marriage, through bad times and good times and times with goddamned Curt Wild. And seeing photos of him dead onstage made her choke and sob and want Brian back more than anything in the world.

So she let the tears roll down her cheeks, and she let the feelings of loss sweep over her.

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 01:38:58 GMT

These are mostly C/B, some Curt, some Brian and one Gen. Hope you like them! :)

[-] hotlinking
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Teasers:

Fake Cut to Thirty Icons

*cross-posted to briancurt, velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen

Cheers. Curt/Brian, M

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 02:13:04 GMT

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.

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*cross-posted to velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen

C/B drabble

Fri, 15 Sep 2006 20:33:59 GMT

Just a little something I wrote for velvet100. :)

Title: Memories
Author: lorielen
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Author notes: Written for prompt 001: memories at velvet100
Word count: 120

Curt never has nightmares, because Brian’s heartbeat is regular and soothing. However, there are times he is snatched from consciousness into the pit of when his pain was the sum of all he had and was. Hardship has eventually made him though, but once all he wanted was to get away, just fucking far away.

He reckons he can’t be completely pissed at life, though, because it did give him Brian. Brian lets him cuddle, and he is soft in all the right places, delicately pale against one’s black fingernails. Brian is the promise of a present and future of pure ecstasy, so Curt nuzzles the back of his blue-haired lover’s neck until all that is rotten inside him evaporates.

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*cross-posted to velvet100, velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen (sorry if it pops up on your flist too much!)

FIC: Of (an endless supply of nicotine, and) us. Curt/Brian, M

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:25:41 GMT

Title: Of (an endless supply of nicotine, and) us
Author: lorielen
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: M
Summary: The uncomplicated story of how Curt came to call Brian “glitterhead”.
Beta: The lovely vainwithglitter *squishes* Any remaining mistakes are amine.
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.

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*cross-posted to: velvet_goldmine and wolf_spacequeen

FIC: The sillying properties of sea breeze. Curt/Brian, T

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 00:40:52 GMT

Title: The sillying properties of sea breeze
Author: lorielen
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: T
Summary: Silly schmoop by the seaside. :)
Beta-reading: The lovely vainwithglitter *squishes* Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Time setting: the trip before Hammersmith

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*cross-posted to velvet_goldmine and wolf_spacequeen

Curt/Brian drabbles

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 02:19:28 GMT

Don't mind me, I'm still weaving my denial of teh eebil break-up (that totally didn't happen) by writing fluff and tenderness. :) These are a bit corny, working on Curt's perspective. Here's hope you'll like them.

Title: Antics
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Word count: 115

Brian and Curt often embarrassed the entourage with discussions that unfolded into bets with oral sex as payment. The entire affair would, of course, be conducted in public, loudly and rather graphically.

Brian was a pitiful loser, and damn easy to tease into all manner of stupid bets. Curt took advantage of his lover's easily scratched ego, but he had his own soft spots: Brian's pouting would often dissuade him from claiming his rightful prize. To Curt's credit, let it be said that Brian was very skilled in wielding his bottom lip to persuasive ends. It should also be registered that neither involved part ever complained; it'd seem that the make-up sex was quite satisfactory.

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Title: Of how blue came to be Curt’s favourite colour
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, even though I’d treat them much better.
Word count: 235

Once, Brian had asked him what did he need. At the time, it had occurred to Curt that it might be good to try to impress his possible new manager and producer. He had, however, happened to look straight at Brian, that shiny and beautiful creature who'd popped into his life with a barely restrained smile and an outstretched helping hand. He'd looked into Brian's baby blues and told him "I need you" in about as many words. Little had he known then.

It'd been inevitable for the pair of them to fuck, it really had. What caught Curt unprepared was the beat his heart skipped when Brian first held up his legs, opening and offering and inviting and moaning heatedly about how he needed Curt, needed him so fucking much.

Later that night, as Curt enthusiastically sucked Brian to his third orgasm, he learned that that was a fantasy his glittery new lover had been cumming to for the past two years. They'd stolen a few days by the seaside to get to know each other's past, dreams and ambitions, erogenous zones and favourite foods.

Curt had always known himself to be a cuddler and never did think much of it. When Brian had asked playfully, he'd found himself once more unable to flourish his motives. He said simply, "I just don’t think I want to breathe if I'm not smelling your skin, baby."

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I'm working on slightly longer pieces, but there are small things I can't seem to sort out. Is there anyone kind who'd be willing to beta? Mostly sentence structure and characterisation, dialogue-wise. Please?

*cross-posted to velvet_goldmine, wolf_spacequeen

FIC: Alterations

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:55:29 GMT

Title: Alterations
Author: SP
Rating: M
Pairing: Curt/Brian mostly.
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes. Not me. *sigh*
Summary: A few things that (probably) never happened. At some point I will write three longer fics for each bit, but for now...you get snippets of three universes.
A/N: It could be called AU. It could be called fucking with canon. Whatever it is, I’ve done it.

Rock and roll is a prostitute

Brian remembered this well. If someone had something he wanted, he offered whatever they wanted and he got it. A pocket watch, a pin…and now, money.

Brian felt vaguely dirty for doing this, but it wasn’t really that much different from the massive orgies that used to occur on an almost nightly basis. It was still sex with anyone even marginally willing. And Brian had always done that…just not for money.

There were other things he could be doing, rather than this, but Brian had a nice body and a name that everyone still recognized, and he was going to use them. Fallen from grace as he was, people would still gloat in secret, “Ha, I shagged Brian Slade!” (or “Brian Slade shagged me!” depending on gender and/or personal likes).

There had also been a few people who had been extreme fans who paid for sex just to hurt him, punish him for lying to them all. Brian didn’t mind so much, because he could handle a day or two of soreness as long as there was money gained.

Brian never had sex because he wanted to; it was always for the money. Besides, there was only one person he really wanted to fuck now, and there was no chance of it ever happening again. Curt hated him too. Everyone he ever even looked at hated him for something eventually. It was just in Brian’s nature to be an utter bastard sometimes, and likewise in his nature never to apologize, even when he knew he was in the wrong.

If you’re gonna claim that you’re gay, you’re gonna have to make love in gay style

Mandy always assumed that the first time Brian and Curt had ever shagged was the night after their public kiss. She also assumed that that was the first time they’d kissed.

One of her assumptions was right, but the other was not.

The first time Brian and Curt kissed was during that press conference. The first time they shagged, however, was earlier than that.

The first time they shagged was the night after Curt declared that Brian could be his main man. The second was when Mandy assumed it was the first.

Those two nights couldn’t have been more different. The first night was rough, greedy, full of biting and scratching and bruising. The second night was gentle, caring, full of kissing and caressing and feeling. The first night, Brian took Curt hard, ignoring Curt’s sharp hisses of pain. The second night, Curt carefully slid inside of Brian, constantly asking if he was all right. The first night was about lust. The second night was about love. The first night was about Brian and Curt. The second night was too.

“I knew I should create a sensation,” gasped the rocket. And he went out

The intro to The Ballad of Maxwell Demon was playing, feathers were falling and hundreds of fans were screaming. The false assassin was waiting in the wings for the signal. The radio-controlled device was ready to go off and make a realistic-looking bullet hole in his abdomen. Everything was set. Maxwell was in his element.

The intro to The Ballad of Maxwell Demon was playing, feathers were falling and hundreds of fans were screaming. The assassin was waiting in the wings for the signal. Everything was set. Brian was tense, taut as a bowstring.

Maxwell/Brian walked to center stage, microphone in hand, looked to the left, then looked out at the crowd.

Two simultaneous gunshots rang out, and the crowd’s screams became screams of horror. Maxwell/Brian was jerked backward and fell flat onto the stage. Real blood blossomed from his chest, while fake blood blossomed from his abdomen.

The Venus in Furs looked at the body in front of them, horrified. There wasn’t supposed to be a real assassin, with real bullets and real blood. It had all gone horribly, horribly wrong.

bits of C/B fanfiction

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:57:41 GMT

Hello. I'm new to VG in general, and thrilled to find a Curt/Brian community! I've written a drabble and a ficlet, trying my hand at this fandom.

Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, not mine (unfortunately).
Word count: 100

Curt never liked the body make-up. He used to complain that it tasted like shit. Jerry, on the other hand, argued that it sold beautifully, that it was character-liberating and necessary, Brian, that Yankee sod’s gotta be the best bloody lay in history if you’re willing to toy with your success. Then everything slowly became pressure, until it spiralled completely out of control. Curt didn’t slam the door because it was no heated lovers quarrel, just the bitter end. Brian had to wear sunglasses for fucking weeks, and his make-up was always smudged.

Maxwell Demon’s eyes were glassy and dry.

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Title: Smitten glittery silly
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes’, not mine (unfortunately).
Word count: 380

Brian had never been particularly good at restraining his feelings, so he considered it an admirable feat that he could actually make it to his hotel room before squeeing his lungs out in girly, high-pitched variations of "Fuck, Curt Wild asked me to be his mainman!".

For several weeks after they first met, Brian's stupidly quick-beating heart insisted to make its chief occupation to learn all about the colour changes in Curt's eyes. The excessive mental effort caused him to grin like fool most of the time. He didn't give a rat's arse about Jerry's whining – something inane like 'poise' and 'blasé' and other shite.

And really, what was he supposed to do but nod at Mandy and Jerry and whomever happened to be trying to talk to him – really, they should know bloody better than to want his attention when Curt smoked. His mouth made a most lascivious little "o" to craft smokerings and it went straight to Brian's dick, at which point the glam-requisite tight trousers became rather inconvenient.

Their first real kiss was rehearsed under Jerry's scrutinizing eye. It left Brian breathless and so hard that it hurt. Curt smiled knowingly and licked his lips, redirecting Brian's blood circulation away from his brain. It was his special talent, and his eyes twinkled green when he teased.

Brian nearly orgasmed spontaneously while pretending to give Curt's guitar a blowjob onstage.

The morning after their concert, Jerry came to see them. He seemed pleased with all the press they were getting with the 'scandal'. Brian could tell this because, with Curt still asleep, he was actually able to grace his manager with some attention and a cuppa. Jerry went on and on about how profitable it'd be to keep their affair glittery and graphic, no milk please. As he was presenting a complex marketing plan with an alien persona and a lot of body make-up, Curt padded downstairs. Brian’s world shifted focus to centre on the tousled-haired being wearing undergarments, making a beeline for the fridge and muttering about the fucking impossibility of fucking decent cups of coffee in fucking England.

There was this post-orgy morning when Brian woke up to the feel of Curt spooned behind him. He breathed delicately, stretching every precious minute of that warm love.

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ETA: must give credit where it's due. Curt + coffee-deprival situation was inspired by the adorable fic Laughter, by xr8fordgirl. I just love the idea. :)

Feedback & con-crit are very, very welcome. :)

*cross-posted to velvet_goldmine and wolf_spacequeen

FIC: Images

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 18:12:23 GMT

Title: Images
Author: Me
Pairing: Curt/Brian
Rating: Teen
Summary: "Curt, a man's life is his image."
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes. Not me. *sigh* The idea of the Wilde/Wild name thing is stolen from TotallyRaven on FFN. (but IS in the credits two ways--look for it)

A/N: ‘Kay, so the other night muse!Curt and muse!Brian decided to move into the writing side of my brain from the pornographic dream side. (which means that if muse!Remus and muse!Sirius decide to move back into my brain at all, muse!Trapper will have to move in with muse!Hawkeye and muse!BJ. But he’s already thinking about it. They rent a weekend place in the pornographic dream side together anyway.) Anyway, Brian decided to ask Curt, “May I ask you a question of a somewhat personal nature?” Curt said okay, and Brian asked his question. But I fell asleep while they were talking, and I forget Brian’s original question. I KNOW this isn’t it. But the disfigured plot bunny was biting my ankle, and Brian told me to write it. I always do what Brian tells me because Brian=yum. ANYway…

“Curt?”

“Mmm?”

“May I ask you a question of a somewhat personal nature?” Brian rolled over to face Curt, a serious look on his face for once.

Curt laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

Still grinning, Curt replied, “Do you even have to ask? We just fucked. You have more right to ask personal questions than anyone.” Brian shrugged. Curt rolled his eyes. “Yeah, of course.”

“Well…” Brian began hesitantly, and Curt immediately started paying a lot more attention. When Brian fucking Slade starts hesitating, you know it’s something important. Or extremely unpleasant.

“What?” Curt said urgently.

“After that time…when I first saw you perform…I wanted to know everything about you that I could. So I asked around, searched through old magazines…”

Inwardly, Curt rolled his eyes again. Brian was all about elaboration, never got straight to the point. Ever. During sex, he’d say something like, “Oh, Curt, I believe that due to your ministrations, I’m about to have an orgasm.” Okay, that wasn’t true. Usually a sharp breath and stiffening muscles were all the warning Curt had. Occasionally an accompanying, “Curt, I--”

But that was the only time Brian got right to the point. Actually, you could argue that he went past the point in his haste to get to it.

Curt started as he realized that Brian had been talking all along. Since he was saying something about someone named Cecil, and Curt had no idea who that was, he assumed that Brian hadn’t got to the point yet.

“…and I was told that you um…had to have eighteen months of shock treatment, because your mum found you…well, performing fellatio on your older brother. I wanted to know if…how much of that story was true.”

Oh. That was his point. Damn it.

Curt sighed. “I need a cigarette,” he muttered. A shot of heroin wouldn’t be too bad either. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, reached for his jacket and took the pack of cigarettes and matches from the pocket. He lit one and took a deep drag on it, exhaling the smoke slowly.

“Okay,” he said at last. “How much is true?”

Brian nodded wordlessly, watching his lover worriedly.

“All of it.”

Brian made a weird movement, as if he was going to touch Curt and then changed his mind. “I’ll listen if you want to talk about it.”

Curt turned to look at Brian. “Yeah?”

“You seem surprised.”

Curt shrugged, put out his cigarette, and lit another one. “No one’s ever cared enough to offer.” He smoked in silence for a few minutes, until Brian reached up and stole a drag from his cigarette. “Hey!” he protested.

Brian’s blew smoke at him in response, then handed back the cigarette.

Curt finished the cigarette, and then lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Brian stared at Curt. He was just about to drift off when Curt spoke.

“He was five years older than me. My brother. His name was Thomas. My mom liked those names--Thomas and Curtis. Tom and Curt. My dad wanted one of us named after him, but mom didn’t want to do that. I bet he was glad he didn’t name me after him.” Curt turned his head and looked at Brian. “The shock treatment was his idea.”

Brian didn’t know what to say in response, which was odd in itself.

“You know, the rest of the family spells Wild with an ‘e’, like Oscar Wilde. We’re related, somehow. Distantly, I think. I forget. I ran away when I was fifteen, changed the spelling. I partly thought it looked like a better name for a singer, but mostly wanted to distance myself from the family. That was when I first used heroin, when I was fifteen.”

Brian still didn’t know what to say, but he decided to give Curt the pin he’d stolen from Jack Fairy. Mandy had told him about the pin when she’d seen it, said that Jack had told her it had belonged to Oscar Wilde. Funny, Brian had never heard Jack Fairy say anything.

“It started when I was ten, and my brother was fifteen. My dad was never very nice, you know, he’d hit me sometimes because I wasn’t what he wanted me to be. Tom came into my room one night after I’d been beaten, and he hugged me and said it’d get better--and offered to teach me to play guitar.” Brian gave Curt a surprised look. “Yeah. The only thing he taught me that I wanted to learn. See, he taught me other things too.

Well, he started coming in every night. Hugging turned into innocent kissing turned into not innocent kissing. That was the first thing he taught me, the first thing I didn’t want to learn. Then he started touching me, and made me touch him. That was the second thing. Touching became the third thing, hand jobs. Then blowjobs. The fifth thing he taught me was how to have gay sex.”

Brian stared at Curt in shock. “How old were you when he…?”

“Twelve. I lost my fucking virginity when I was twelve to my own brother. How sick is that? That’s what I thought after I ran away. I used heroin to forget. Or to punish myself. I don’t know.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Brian said to him. “You were too young to know any better--he used you.”

“I know.” Curt rolled over so his back was to Brian. “Then when I was thirteen, my mom caught me and it was off for shock treatment.”

Brian did reach out this time and brushed his fingertips over the back of Curt’s neck. He shivered and turned back over. He reached around to the back of Brian’s newly blue head and pulled him into a bruising kiss.

“Well,” he said, pulling away, “I just spilled my guts. Tell me something no one else knows.”

“You already know a great deal more about me than anyone else,” Brian replied. “But all right. I legally changed my name in ‘71 to Brian Slade.”

Curt raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? What is it really?”

“Thomas Brian Stoningham Slade,” Brian said.

Curt gave him a look. “Thomas?”

“I always preferred Brian, ever since I was young. Besides, it looks better on an album cover.”

“It does,” Curt agreed. “And I’ve refused to so much as look at anyone named Thomas after I ran away.”

Brian stood up suddenly. “Come with me.”

“Where are you going?” Curt asked. “Brian?”

“Just come with me,” Brian ordered. Curt rolled his eyes, got out of bed and pulled on his pants and shirt. Brian, who had just pulled on pants, grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door, so the shirt remained unbuttoned.

Brian led Curt outside to the shore. “Curt, a man’s life is his image. Your image can reflect on the bad times…or on the good times. Hold out your hand.”

Curt held out his hand, playing along with Brian’s insanity.

Brian dropped something into Curt’s hand, but kept it covered with his own so Curt couldn’t see. “This belonged to Oscar Wilde, or so I’m told. You should have it.” He moved his hand, and Curt saw the pin.

“Does-doesn’t this mean a lot to you?” he asked, clearing his throat.

Brian took the pin back, and then pinned it on Curt’s shirt. “Yes. But so do you.”

Curt looked down at the pin, then back up at Brian.

Then they were kissing. Neither of them knew who had initiated the kiss, and neither of them really cared.

A hello and a fic

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 17:54:35 GMT

Hello there! I've just discovered this community, and hope it'll get more active soon. To help with that, I have a fic.

Title: Meaning
Author: Me
Rating: Um...Teen, or whatver you call it
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes. Not me. sigh
A/N: My first VG fic. I know it's out of order.

It had been Jerry’s idea, making the Brian/Curt relationship so public. He knew it’d generate media attention and thus public intrigue and thus more record sales and ticket sales and thus more money for him. He probably would have told them to fake it if there weren’t real feelings involved.

But there were, and that made all the difference.

The words Curt had spoken, probably assumed by many to be purely for the audiences’ sakes, were true. “Excuse me fellas, while I raise my glass to the loveliest man in Europe.” The next words Curt said, spoken softly so only Brian could hear, confirmed that. “The world is changed ‘cause you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.”

And then that kiss…no one, not even a rockstar, could fake that look after. The shock, disappointment even, of the flashbulbs interrupting a kiss with meaning behind it. Sure, some of it was pure lust, but there was caring too. Maybe even love, but neither of them was quite ready to consider that.

And at that concert…oh god. The guitar licking was, admittedly, a set-up by Jerry, just as the fake shooting would be later. But the way it had been done--all Brian. Jerry hadn’t told him to wrap his arms around Curt’s hips, squeeze his arse, or stick his fingers under the waistband of Curt’s deliciously tight trousers. When Brian had seen Curt jumping around, lights glinting off those metallic trousers, he was seriously turned on. He desperately wished the guitar was gone and he was licking something else, something less cold but equally hard.

Curt, of course, had no objections, and as he walked forward, Brian slinking backwards under him, he wanted to dominate this exotic creature, make him beg. Then he realized, as all glam rockers did at one time or another, that having an erection while wearing tight pants was FUCKING painful. He was almost reluctant to hear Brian start singing again…but not quite. He’d never told him, but as soon as Curt heard Brian sing live, he’d become as enamored of Brian as Brian was of him. He’d also thought it was a bit unfair that Brian had seen him naked (and covered in oil and glitter, no less!) before he’d seen Brian.

This was all leading up to that night. Oh god, that night. It started out a veritable bacchanal, but became something much more intimate and meaningful, for two of the people involved at least.

No words needed to be exchanged--Curt simply disentangled himself from a few lovely women, grabbed a bottle, gave Brian a sultry look (which affected Brian in a way the women surrounding him hadn’t) and disappeared into the bedroom. Brian had followed, with only the briefest glance at Mandy. No other hesitation.

In the bedroom, Curt got his wish of dominating Brian, because although Brian was far from being a virgin, the simple fact was that Curt had been with lots more men. Brian wondered whether Curt really did like girls at all, but he didn’t ask then and he forgot to later, and then it was too late.

When it was over, they spooned together, Curt’s black nail-polished hand splayed possessively over Brian’s back, one leg draped over Brian’s. They stayed that way until morning, when Brian snapped awake.

He rolled over and nudged Curt. “Wake up,” he demanded. “Someone just came in.”

Curt opened an eye, glanced around, then nestled deeper into the warm nest of pillows, blankets, and Brian. “Well, no one’s here now,” he muttered. “Go back to sleep.”

“Someone saw us,” Brian persisted.

Curt groaned and opened his eyes again. “So? We weren’t subtle last night, you’ve said on television you like boys and girls, and Jerry’s gotten the whole world believing we’ve been fucking already.” He paused, then went on, “‘Sides, there’s no one in the house that’d care anyhow.”

“I suppose,” Brian sighed. “Curt…let’s go somewhere. On holiday.”

Curt looked at Brian in surprise. “But--the tour--”

“We’ll be back for the next show. Come on Curt, it’ll be fun. Besides,” he said, a suggestive smirk on his face, “if the world thinks we’re shagging, we ought to shag more than once.”

Curt returned the look and agreed.

They left hurriedly, leaving their abandoned trousers (pants, Curt would grumble) on the floor and a note from Brian on the table.

Fanfic Contest Challenge

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 00:34:11 GMT

Right-y oh! I am going to try to jump start y'all by throwing out a challenge.

There doesn't seem to be that many alternate universe stories out there on the Curt/Brian relationship (not counting all the stories that have the two men ending up together) so my challenge is to write an AU.

The critia are:

- first and foremost, a happy ending (not in the mood to cry)
- Curt's family is abusive (like the one in the movie), except that Curt can't have escaped
- explore how staying in the abusive family would have made Curt: would he be rebellious, shy & submissive, what?
- the rest is up to the you

The winner of the Fanfic Contest Challenge will get a wallpaper or banner of their choice from our lovely and very talented xr8fordgirl. The deadline is September 2. I hope this spurs some interest!

FREAKY ANOMALY

Helllooooo and a Curt Drawing

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 09:37:41 GMT

Hellloooooo *waves*

I joined and come bearing a gift honey

I finished the drawing the other day. Hope you like it *more huggles*

(just ignore the pissed off mood that's Hubby's doing)

Welcome to Glitter-Crossed Lovers

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 06:55:43 GMT

This community is all about Curt and Brian and the Velvet Goldmine universe. I would mostly like fanfiction and fanart however, icons, banners, wallpapers, and any discussion revolving around Velvet Goldmine and the boys is welcome.

Welcome and I hope you all have fun!

~~Freaky Anomaly

P.S. I ask those who join to read the community rules located on the community information page.