Title: Instamatics 11/8/00 1/1, #69
Guest Author: kimberlite
Archive: Please ask.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Todd Haynes, Miramax, etc.
Feedback: Please, to kimberlite@cox.net
Notes: Many thanks to Alex for beta, for all her encouragement, and for indulging me when I told her I had an idea for #69.

Brian clutched the back of Curt's silver pants and went down on Curt's guitar. He could hear the roar of the crowd, but that was unimportant; Curt was important. Looking up from under his lashes, he watched Curt's face, seeing the wicked grin peeking out from behind the tangle of blond hair. Oh yeah, Curt was getting off on this too.

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Curt and Brian tumbled into the dressing room, kissing passionately and tugging at their clothing. They only had twenty minutes between sets and they wanted to make the most of it.

Brian worked Curt's shirt over his head, breaking their kiss for only the necessary moment. Curt's body was hot -- so smooth and slick that his hands slid easily along Curt's back.

Curt wrestled Brian's glittery jacket off and ground his hips against Brian's. Brian was so delicate, so perfectly sculpted that Curt was continually amazed at how strong and demanding he could be.

Trevor strolled nonchalantly across the room, finding his bag and rummaging until he found his extra strings.

Feeling Trevor's gaze lingering on them, Brian dropped to his knees and undid Curt's pants, freeing Curt's erection. Eagerly lapping at the tip, Brian worked his hand into Curt's pants, fondling Curt's balls.

Curt buried his hands in Brian's spiky blue hair, groaning as Brian's mouth closed over the head of his cock. Seeing Trevor stopping someone from entering and then turning the lock on the doorknob, Curt gave him a "thumbs up."

Grinning, Trevor nodded before slipping from the room, closing the door behind him. Returning his hand to Brian's head, Curt traced Brian's ear lightly. "I can't believe how bold you were out there."

Brian released Curt's cock, tilting his head back to see Curt's face. "Did you like it?"

Running his fingers over Brian's glistening lips, Curt growled, "Oh, man, it was so hot -- of course I liked it." Curt dropped to his knees, inexorably drawn to Brian's pouty lower lip, taking it between his teeth and nibbling carefully.

Playfully swatting at Curt, Brian pushed on Curt's shoulders. "I want you on your back so I can suck you."

Curt resisted, challenging, "What if I want to suck you?"

A wide smile spread over Brian's face. "Okay, I'm flexible -- on your back."

Trusting Brian enough to submit to his request, Curt tossed his blond hair from his eyes and flopped onto his back. "How flexible?"

Brian undid his pants, pushing them down his thighs. Carefully scooting around, he straddled Curt's chest. Leaning down, he licked Curt's straining cock. "Um, very..."

Laughing, Curt ran his hands up the backs of Brian's thighs, over the stretched fabric of pants to the warm flesh of Brian's ass. "Nice view," Curt said, voice clear with approval.

"Less talk, more tongue," Brian demanded, enveloping Curt's cock.

Involuntarily, Curt twitched, pushing himself deeper into Brian's welcoming mouth. "Fuck, that feels fantastic." Wanting to reciprocate, Curt propped himself up with his arms and began to kiss and lick Brian's ass, working his way to Brian's anus. Brian shuddered as Curt's tongue circled slowly, teasing. He wanted to scream, to demand penetration, but didn't want to release Curt's cock. Instead, he nudged Curt's legs, indicating he wanted them bent.

Following Brian's directions, Curt bent his legs so his platform boots were flat on the floor, Brian's hair brushing his thighs. Brian was doing amazing things with his tongue and fingers. Curt groaned, trying to focus some of his attention on driving Brian wild.

The dual sensations of pleasuring Curt's cock and being pleasured by Curt's tongue had Brian writhing. When Curt's hand wrapped around his cock, Brian thought his brain would melt.

Curt was flying, drifting in a white-hot haze of passion. Fuck -- he was so close. A sharp rapping sounded on the door and a disembodied voice called, "Five minutes, Brian. Five minutes."

They froze for a moment, and then picked up the pace. Curt grabbed Brian's hips, pulling him back slightly and wiggling himself down until he was able to take the head of Brian's cock in his mouth. Sucking strongly, Curt felt like a connection had been made between them.

Fire raced from one to the other as they climaxed, united in an eternal circle of passion.