Title: Love, Kisses, and Confetti
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Curt/Brian/Trevor
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes, not me.
Thank you: To Alex, as always, for encouragement and beta.
Notes: This is a sequel of sorts to Comfort and Joy. Other related Trevor!fic include Instamatics #47 and #62 which can be found on my page.
Summary: New Year's Eve fun.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net



I'm standing on stage with them -- between them, in the background. This is my place; it allows me to watch them, to see them interact during the show. It's New Year's Eve tonight and the crowd is feeling good, energetic, adoring. I think they can sense the love between these two, a music more beautiful than the kind we play for them.

I can feel it, too. Now that they've shared themselves with me, I feel more connected, more sensitive to their moods, their desires. Right now, Brian is slinking around the stage looking cool, aloof. Curt is raging energy -- fire and dissonance. I watch them, feeling the ice and the fire, wanting to stand between them again, wanting...

Midnight approaches and we count down to the New Year -- seconds ticking away until we hit zero and the world explodes into glitter confetti and kisses. The band plays a jazzed up version of Auld Lang Syne and I cover for Curt. He's got an armful of Brian and they are locked in a kiss that is stunning and beautiful and bringing the house down. Their energy pulses through the theater, touching everyone. Finishing the concert is going to be a real charge.

*****

The audience didn't want us to stop. We did two encores and still they cried for more -- insatiable bastards. Brian took it as his due, wishing them a Happy New Year and leaving them clapping and hollering -- with enough pent up energy to power London for at least a year. Brian and Curt do that -- create the power, amplify it on stage as they feed off one another. The crowd sees the sparks, feels the tingling of energy arcing between them -- knows there's more but that they can't reach it. It's maddening, it's luminous, it's bloody incredible.

I should know -- I've been between them, felt the current running through my body, my mind. It's been ten days and I still feel random shocks that it happened at all -- that they wanted me and shared with me and gave to me. That I can have more if I want, can give myself to them.

I think I'm ready.

Looking at them, now, in the dressing room, I flash back to the first time they shared themselves with me. It was fantastic, unexpected. I've gone further than I ever thought I'd want to, but their love is like a flame, and guess who's playing the role of the moth...

I think they know I'm ready.

*****

The hotel room is, appropriately, lit by candles and the fireplace. Champagne on ice provides a nice contrast to the heat. We are all flying -- not stoned, just charged, ready. Curt comes up behind me, hugging, handing me a glass and kissing the back of my neck. I'm still sweaty from the show and I'm suddenly embarrassed. "I need a shower."

"No you don't -- you taste great and you're only going to get sweaty again."

Curt kisses my neck lingeringly before turning me around to face him. He's smiling that Cheshire cat grin of his and licking his lips. I touch his face, brushing his hair from his eyes and I'm not surprised to hear him purr. God, he's such a sensualist.

Brian sweeps over to join us, clicking our glasses together. "To the New Year -- may it be filled with laughter and love."

We smile and sip the champagne. The bubbles tickle and then I realize that Brian is brushing his lips along my arm so lightly, and then I'm laughing and trying to hold myself still.

Curt takes our glasses away and starts to strip. Curt has this thing for being naked -- not that I mind or anything. He's so beautiful in such a unique way that I find it hard to take my eyes off him.

"You guys are way overdressed."

I take off my shirt, watching as Brian wiggles out of his clothes. Apparently I'm too caught up in Brian and not making enough headway, because Curt undoes my pants and helps me strip. Brian's kissing my lips, helping hold me steady as Curt removes my boots, my pants.

We stand together, completely naked, highlighted by the light of the fire, smooth flesh glowing warmly, soft and golden. Confetti glitters in our hair, sparkling stars, extraterrestrial. I let my hands roam over their chests, teasing nipples and stroking their hard bodies. I'm still amazed at how beautiful I find them, at how they can make my brain turn to mush and reduce me to spouting bad poetry. At least, to this point, I've managed to keep it in my head.

Curt tugs us over to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of Brian, kissing his knees and working down to his feet. Curt on his knees is a good thing -- especially now when his ass is in the air and he's focused on Brian's pleasure. Brian is moaning quietly as Curt massages his feet. Seeing Curt care for Brian like this sends little sparks of pleasure through me. I kneel behind Brian and massage his shoulders, stroke his back.

Being bloody rock super-stars can be tiring, but fortunately the energy we've generated on stage is still thrumming between us and even though it's late, there is no way we are going to sleep until it's dissipated.

I peer over Brian's shoulder, watching with a grin as Curt gives Brian's toes a final kiss and then slithers up to nip his inner thighs teasingly. Brian sinks his hands in Curt's hair, gently urging Curt to pay attention to his cock. As Curt sucks Brian, I wrap my arms around Brian's chest and alternately tease his nipples and ghost my fingers over his stomach. He leans back into my embrace, groaning his pleasure.

I've spent a lot of time watching them. They touch each other silently, like they know how each touch feels, given or received. I'm not surprised when Curt pulls back just as Brian tightens in my arms. Brian relaxes infinitesimally, drawing Curt up to kiss his glistening lips. Brian nibbles on Curt's neck and Curt's beautiful eyes meet mine, silently asking for a kiss.

I've discovered that I can deny Curt nothing. His lips are wet and warm, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, tickling and teasing. Breaking free, he smiles at me, brushing his lips over my forehead, my eyes, my nose.

"We're so glad you decided to come back to us, that you're ready."

His words make my heart beat faster. "I am."

Brian squeezes my hand. "How would you feel about letting Curt fuck you as you fuck me?"

It feels like all the blood in my head has rushed down to my cock, and I'm throbbing with excitement and terror. I'm speechless, but manage to nod my agreement.

Curt sees my fear and traces his fingers along my cheek. "We'll make it so good for you, Trev, you know we will. Trust us."

I kiss his palm, calming myself. "I do trust you both."

With a quick kiss and gentle caress, Curt retreats, grabbing lube from on top of the mantel before climbing onto the bed. After the guitar case, I find this rather amusing. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised," I tease.

Brian laughs, taking his weight off me, and crawls after Curt, tugging me along with him. "He's so organized."

Curt's arranged the pillows against the headboard and Brian settles into them, letting them support him. I kneel between Brian's legs, wanting to taste him. "May I?"

Brian smiles angelically and spreads his legs wider. "My pleasure."

I grin back before going down on Brian. I've only done this to him once before, but I've thought about it way too often. I like the texture -- velvety softness over steel hardness, like the salty taste and the feeling of giving pleasure.

Brian surprises me when he pushes me away, but his words are sufficient explanation. "I want to see you suck Curt."

I sit up, looking over at Curt, remembering how he let me fuck his mouth. I want to feel him, taste him, but we're both kneeling and I'm not sure how to do it. Curt sees my uncertainty.

"You don't have to if you don't want."

"I want to -- I'm just not sure how, exactly..." I trail off.

Brian pushes me back lightly. "Lie on your side."

I settle back, feeling Brian stroking my calves. Curt positions himself so I can reach his cock and I lick him eagerly. He tastes slightly different than Brian, and his cock is a bit thicker. Experimentally, I close my mouth over the entire head of his cock and suck. I hear him moan and then stop listening as his tongue laps my cock. I'm supposed to be pleasuring him, but damn, I'm not going to complain.

We suck each other for a few more minutes before Brian says, "You two are beautiful like that."

Curt pulls away and I follow his lead, understanding that this, despite being fantastic, is merely foreplay. Brian squirts some lube onto Curt's palm and then onto mine. I'm shaking a little as I kneel between Brian's legs and feel Curt behind me. Suddenly the reality of being between them seems overwhelming.

Brian must have seen my face change because he strokes my arms and says, "Touch me, Trev. Curt won't touch you until you're ready."

Taking a deep breath, I nod, running my slick fingers along Brian's cock, working my way down to his anus. I rub around the outside for a moment before pushing in carefully with one finger. He takes me easily. He feels tight around my finger but he's obviously not in pain. I slip a second finger in, spreading my fingers. Gathering my courage, I tell Curt, "Touch me."

His hand kneads my lower back and then works around to my cock. Curt's touch feels wonderful and I relax, as I know I'm meant to. His finger pushes inside me and I let their murmurs of reassurance flow over me. His second finger is more difficult, but he is patient and slowly I accept his preparations. It helps immeasurably when he finds my prostate and rubs gently.

Brian continues to pet me as he says, "I want you inside me, Trev. Please."

I feel his need, and I want to be inside him so bad. I use the rest of the lube on my cock and then position myself. I watch Brian's face as I push inside, seeing his passion, his desire. I'm held in his heat, connected at a most basic level to this man who's become so important in my life.

Curt removes his fingers, replacing them with his cock. I catch Brian's hand as Curt pushes inside. He stills immediately, giving me time to adjust to the pressure and almost-pain. I'm panting and not so sure I want to be doing this. They both soothe me, and as Curt pushes deeper I feel the fullness, the intimacy of this act, and I know this is exactly where I want to be.

Brian lets Curt thrust in and out a few times, making sure I'm okay, before tilting his hips and pushing into Curt's thrusts. It takes me a moment to catch the rhythm, but once I do it feels wonderful, natural. The dual sensations are brilliant -- the tight heat of Brian wrapped around my cock and the indescribable fullness of Curt up my ass. The pleasure is so intense that I can't believe I'm capable of coherent thought.

Our passions rise, sweaty bodies slapping together, voices crying out in ecstasy. I have never, ever felt such intensity. We are pure energy. As we come, the power channels through us -- lightning bolts shooting from the heavens, burying themselves in the rich, solid earth, thunder booming in the background.

When I can think again, I'm snuggled under a blanket between them, warm and content. Curt nuzzles my neck, licking the sweat, whispering, "You okay?"

"Yes, I'm wonderful." I feel incredibly naive, but I have to ask, "Is it always so intense, mate?"

Brian smiles at my question, stroking my face and waiting for Curt's answer.

"Yeah, when there's love, it's always this good."

He must agree with the answer because Brian kisses my lips and then stretches to kiss Curt.

Brian settles back, and we curl together, lightly kissing and touching. It was so good, and there was love. I watch the firelight shadows flicker on the wall and let them lull me to sleep.